Fic- What We Have, Ratchet/Optimus, Weekly Request Response
Title/Prompt: What We Have
Writer: Left_eye_better
Rating: K+
Characters: Ratchet/Optimus
Summary: Ratchet finds strength in Prime’s words as he always hopes to.
Prompt: Ratchet/Optimus- “Zombies, what else can happen?”
Warning: Mechs kissing, maybe insinuations of more? and spoilers if you haven’t seen it
Word Count: 618
Continuity: Transformers Prime
Beta’d by: Unbeta’d again…
Disclaimer: Transformers © Hasbro/Takara/whoever.
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Night at the Jasper facility was always quiet. The hum of the computer fans seemed loud when they kicked on startling the elderly medic from his daze. Shaking his helm he vented air loudly. This was never easy. Not now, not the time before when he had to close a mech’s file, and not the first time he’d had to do so a long, long time ago back on their home world, back before the war. He shuttered his optics glad that the three younger ‘bots had went home to guard their humans for once. Why did his spark seem to ache? One would think that after spending so much time at war, that after seeing soldier after soldier die that he would have stopped feeling it so deeply. Part of him was glad he could still be cut so deeply over the loss of the mech like Cliffjumper. It meant he could still feel. That as a medic he could still serve his purpose, and that every life still mattered the first loss to the last.
Looking up at the spacebridge diagram Ratchet just stared. He’d been so close to losing everything. A knowing shiver ran the length of his helm’s sensory tines. The medic turned shooting a glance over his shoulder. “You should be recharging, Optimus.”
“As should you, Old Friend.” The red and blue mech came up alongside the medic at the terminal and large hand gently but firmly came to rest on the other’s shoulder. Prime’s optics went to the screen. Together they stood illuminated mainly by the blue tinged glow of the monitor with no words passing between them.
Ratchet’s helm bowed solemnly his optics shuttered and the hand tightened on his shoulder as if to steady him. “It shouldn’t have happened Optimus. We shouldn’t have lost another.” Lifting his helm he had to reboot his optics in an attempt to clear the static from their feed. It surprised him how tired his voice sounded. One of his hands clenched before falling open at his side. “We fought each other, we fought Trypticon, we lost our home, we lost our way, and now…” The white and burnt red mech looked up at their leader. “Now we have lost our fallen. What more could he do? What do we have left now that we know even when we are supposed to be at peace in the Well, there will still be war.”
Optimus’s gaze slowly moved from the screen to Ratchet. He looked at him a long moment meeting the strained optics. Reaching a hand out he punched a couple commands into the computer saving his medic’s work on the file before swiping his hand along the bottom edge of the flat-screened monitor and finding the switch to put the appliance to sleep. His fingers stumbled across the control. His hand on the burnt red shoulder slipped down to the white plating of the older mech’s upper arm. “We have each other for as long as we can. That is all I can promise.” He plunged them into near darkness. Moving closer the medic, Prime kept hold of the other’s upper arm and used his other hand to tilt Ratchet’s helm back. Their optics briefly illuminated the other’s face till their were powered down as Optimus pressed their mouths together in a slow kiss meant to draw the worry from the smaller mech.
They parted enough to not knock finials on their helms. Ratchet, his expression still serious, spoke. “You know how I feel about your Promises.” The leader tilted his helm in query for the other mech to continue. “If I didn’t fuel, vent, and recharge with them I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”
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Author Note: I hope this pairing spreads like the plague.
Writer: Left_eye_better
Rating: K+
Characters: Ratchet/Optimus
Summary: Ratchet finds strength in Prime’s words as he always hopes to.
Prompt: Ratchet/Optimus- “Zombies, what else can happen?”
Warning: Mechs kissing, maybe insinuations of more? and spoilers if you haven’t seen it
Word Count: 618
Continuity: Transformers Prime
Beta’d by: Unbeta’d again…
Disclaimer: Transformers © Hasbro/Takara/whoever.
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Night at the Jasper facility was always quiet. The hum of the computer fans seemed loud when they kicked on startling the elderly medic from his daze. Shaking his helm he vented air loudly. This was never easy. Not now, not the time before when he had to close a mech’s file, and not the first time he’d had to do so a long, long time ago back on their home world, back before the war. He shuttered his optics glad that the three younger ‘bots had went home to guard their humans for once. Why did his spark seem to ache? One would think that after spending so much time at war, that after seeing soldier after soldier die that he would have stopped feeling it so deeply. Part of him was glad he could still be cut so deeply over the loss of the mech like Cliffjumper. It meant he could still feel. That as a medic he could still serve his purpose, and that every life still mattered the first loss to the last.
Looking up at the spacebridge diagram Ratchet just stared. He’d been so close to losing everything. A knowing shiver ran the length of his helm’s sensory tines. The medic turned shooting a glance over his shoulder. “You should be recharging, Optimus.”
“As should you, Old Friend.” The red and blue mech came up alongside the medic at the terminal and large hand gently but firmly came to rest on the other’s shoulder. Prime’s optics went to the screen. Together they stood illuminated mainly by the blue tinged glow of the monitor with no words passing between them.
Ratchet’s helm bowed solemnly his optics shuttered and the hand tightened on his shoulder as if to steady him. “It shouldn’t have happened Optimus. We shouldn’t have lost another.” Lifting his helm he had to reboot his optics in an attempt to clear the static from their feed. It surprised him how tired his voice sounded. One of his hands clenched before falling open at his side. “We fought each other, we fought Trypticon, we lost our home, we lost our way, and now…” The white and burnt red mech looked up at their leader. “Now we have lost our fallen. What more could he do? What do we have left now that we know even when we are supposed to be at peace in the Well, there will still be war.”
Optimus’s gaze slowly moved from the screen to Ratchet. He looked at him a long moment meeting the strained optics. Reaching a hand out he punched a couple commands into the computer saving his medic’s work on the file before swiping his hand along the bottom edge of the flat-screened monitor and finding the switch to put the appliance to sleep. His fingers stumbled across the control. His hand on the burnt red shoulder slipped down to the white plating of the older mech’s upper arm. “We have each other for as long as we can. That is all I can promise.” He plunged them into near darkness. Moving closer the medic, Prime kept hold of the other’s upper arm and used his other hand to tilt Ratchet’s helm back. Their optics briefly illuminated the other’s face till their were powered down as Optimus pressed their mouths together in a slow kiss meant to draw the worry from the smaller mech.
They parted enough to not knock finials on their helms. Ratchet, his expression still serious, spoke. “You know how I feel about your Promises.” The leader tilted his helm in query for the other mech to continue. “If I didn’t fuel, vent, and recharge with them I wouldn’t know what to do with myself.”
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Author Note: I hope this pairing spreads like the plague.