19th june challenge response - Home is with the ones we call family
Ratchet stared... then he stared some more... then he blinked rapidly, reset his optical sensors twice in quick succession and eyed the cube of high-grade in his hand suspiciously.
That couldn’t be true. No...
No way in pit was he seeing Skywarp, shackled in stasis cuffs, kneeling on his berth, red optics glowering dangerously.
The latest... development in the matter of war, as in Decepticon seeker-trine coming to their side, had been unexpected, welcomed by many with relief and joy, but still seeing Starscream prancing the halls like he owned the place was baffling.
This was higher on the weird-aft scale.
“Ummm, what are you... doing here?” Ratchet asked and got himself a pointed look with raised optical ridges.
“Oh... right...” Was he really that smothered? He eyed his cube again. Yes, obviously he was. But who could blame him. With Starscream on their side again... he was the one who welcomed the seeker with open arms, old friend - once even a family.
Hands on his chassis snapped him out of his thoughts.Someone traced seemingly innocent patterns over his armor finding suspiciously many of his sensors.
He knew that hands, he trusted their owner. So that meant he could still stare at Skywarp in curiosity and not small appreciation when he spoke.
“Jazz?” Ratchet tried to relay his annoyance, shock and expectance of answers in his tone but he might have failed because of overcharge and the way his vocalizer decided that moan was the right response now.
“You said you wanted him,” Jazz purred close to his audio and involountary shiver run through medic’s spinal column. “I brought him just for you, isn’t he georgeous.
Skywarp’s optics turned curious and then proud.
“It was a fantasy...” Ratchet explained, Skywarp arching optical ridge in mock interest
“Don’t you like your gift then?” Jazz sounded hurt and sad, Ratchet, like always, falling for this one... Skywarp eyeing his incredously when the medic bit his lower lip.
“Jazz... I... of course I love it but...” Skywarp rolled his eyes “Shut up, you.” Ratchet glared and Skywarp suddenly burst out laughing, falling on the berth, wings quivering in bouts of gigles.
Then Jazz started to laugh as well...
Then Ratchet’s processor caught on everything....
“I can’t believe it! You two are seriously the most obnoxious, incorigible and iritating mechs on the face of earth...”
“Only because the Twins are on Cybertron, Ratchet baby” Jazz called, spun the medic around and kissed soundly.”
“Yes... ‘baby,” Skywarp mocked “Also the look on your face-plates... priceless” He smiled.
Ratchet smiled back, gripped Skywarp’s wrists and pushed him to the berth, straddling the jet who suddenly looked like he was about to die of shock.
Ratchet licked the parted lip-plates “The look on your face - priceless.”
The war must really be coming to its end if he could realx just like that. Mechs around - a family he didn’t realize how much he missed.