He Doesn't Know
Title: He Doesn’t Know
Author: ChimeraDark
Verse: G1
Rating: PG-PG-13 on the safe side
Characters: Ratchet, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Wheeljack
Warnings: Implications of abuse and rape
Notes: Inspired by: ‘She Doesn’t Know She’s Beautiful’
Italics=flashback
Someone needed to die…and hopefully painfully.
At least that’s what the fuming mass of red armor thought as he glared at his cube, it was right…it shouldn’t be like this…but it did explain a lot…
But now knowing the reason behind it all didn’t make him feel any better…and he knew somewhere in their room, his brother was doing a worse job at keeping his temper done.
His optics lifted to watch as the object of his dour mood came walking into the recroom, no…it wasn’t his fault…it never was…but the mech made him…them…feel so helpless…
He watched as the white frame took a seat at the table proclaimed ‘the nerd’ table by some of the less intelligent bots, he snorted at the title, he could have came up with a better name then that when overcharged.
It was odd…how he stood out…his lighter colored frame a beacon next to the colors like those of Perceptor or Hound…he couldn’t understand…why the medic couldn’t see what the others so plainly could.
A flash of fins and he briefly noticed Wheeljack sending a look in his direction…the engineer knew why he was the way he was at the moment…he told them the reasons for it all…
Being shot down was nothing new for the Twins…they had it happen plenty of times before…but this time was different… At first they didn’t know what to make of the response…and it took the catch of the knowing look in the Lancia’s optics and the not so subtle threats of bodily harm if he didn’t explain.
“He doesn’t actually believe that!”
He could feel the waves of confusion…hurt…anger…come of his brother in waves…he knew he was giving the same EM fields that they both were usually so good at hiding.
Wheeljack just sighed and rubbed his optics, looking much older then he should have…or perhaps he was showing his age…who was to know…
“Of course he does…he had beat into his processor and he refuses to believe otherwise.”
Sunstreaker growled, now looking much like a rapid wild animal then a sentient bot, “What the frag does that mean!”
Light fins flashed an array of colors…none of them good…as the mech thought about how to answer that question, sighing, he eyes them both with a critical stare, “Listen, I am not supposed to be telling you this…but yes, he does believe that because of what happened to him orns ago,” he glanced at the door, expecting someone to come through at any moment before returning his attention to them, “when Ratch was younger, he was placed into a matchmakers bonding trail by his creators. They had made plans for it way before he was even sparked, that way he would be taken care of…they thought it was for the best.”
“Matchmakers…bonding trail?,” Sideswipe glanced at his brother…he didn’t know either.
“It’s were a bot’s creator’s would take them to a ‘matchmaker’ to set them up with their future mates, they are practically raised by them…mostly to be kept bots…it was a way for the poorer families to insure that would get taken care of and being that his Carrier was sick…it was the best way for them.”
“His Carrier was sick with him?”
A nod was the answer to crimson frontliner’s question, “Why do you think he became a doctor…of course his intended’s Creator helped him with that.”
Sunstreaker crossed his arms, not liking where this conversation was going, “What do you mean ‘intended’?”
“The bots under the matchmaker are practically raised under them and families who are looking for the mates for their offspring would go and well…pick out the ones they thought were best. Ratch got picked when he was still a youngling and had just lost his Carrier…the bond taking his Creator as well… The mech who found him crying his optics out thought he was perfect for his son, no family to run back to, nowhere to turn and completely alone. By the time the mech got to really know Ratchet, he was practically a Creator to him and had developed a soft spot for him and seeing that he wanted to become a medic, he paid for his schooling.”
“But not without a price in return, right?”
“Sunny’s right…what is was there?”
A flash of a warning color, “Hold on, I’m getting there, the older mech thought it would look great if his son’s bonded was also skilled in a certain field and happily did it…though Ratch still had never met his son…he wasn’t allowed to until the trail came up. He was supposed to live with the mech until the matchmaker deemed them far enough to bond…or ill enough to separate. I was in school with him at the time and…,” Wheeljack sighed and rubbed the back of his helm, “he was looking forward to it all, afterall, that was how he was raised…”
“To be some mech’s housemate! That doesn’t sound like him at all!”
“Sides, you have to understand, we were still young and he wasn’t allowed to do much outside the matchmaker’s compound and the school and the only reason he was allowed to do that was because of his intendeds creator had the credits to pass along. Still…even though the old bot was sweet…his son was a different matter all together…”, he glanced at the floor, “He was determined to make Ratch break…run away…anything to get him gone…so he wouldn’t have to put up with ‘his Creator’s pet’. But…Ratch was so stubborn…he wanted to pay the bot that helped him out so much…that he was willing to go through anything…the cheating…the cussing…the beatings… It got to the point where the mech enjoyed torturing him and it was slowly destroying him.”
The golden twin growled, “Why didn’t he just leave! Why stay!?”
“Because he had nowhere else to go…no one else to go to,” the scientist fins flashed a bright red, “you want to know something…the whole reason the trail was called off…he was supposed to stay…pure…until they bonded…but that fragger just loved to punish him in the worse ways possible…and the damn matchmaker said that the ceremony couldn’t be completed anymore because of the ‘injustice to the system’.”
"Wheeljack…”, Sideswipe grabbed his brother’s arm, there was no reason to attack the engineer for telling them all of this…though he should have told him earlier.
"He stayed with me and my family after that…though he still went to the academy where the mech was…everyday…he had to hear ‘how good of a frag he was, too bad his looks didn’t match.’ It hurt him…more then he lets on…it’s why he doesn’t let anyone too close to him…he’s afraid of being hurt again…and he had let those words become a truth to him where he believed what the damn mech said.”
Sunstreaker had thrown a fit and stormed off to their room…what he was doing now…the red twin had no idea…he glanced back at the table…couldn’t they just have a chance to have something without the pain…couldn’t they be allowed to have the one they wanted and loved…without all the trials…
He wished more then anything he could just grab the medic up and just drag the mech back to his and his brother’s room to prove how wrong the bastard was.
He shuttered his optics as the doors to the room slid open and his brother stormed in, only calming down at he saw who he was looking for...and Sideswipe just prayed he wouldn't do something he wouldn't regret.
His twin, no matter how much he loved him, seemed to have this wall that he was unable to get through when it came to his emotions and that...could lead to some hurt feelings by mistake.
Tilting his helm at the feeling of smugness and watching as the golden Lambo walked over to the table with what appeared to be one of his sacrad paintings...he handed it to Wheeljack, "Tell me what you think?"
The engineer shuttered his optics before his fins flashed brightly, "Beautiful."
He passed it over to Perceptor, who nodded with his own grin, "As the humans say, breathtaking."
Now he was really curious as Hound studied it, "Gorgeous as always."
Apparently he wasn't the only one curious as the ambulance nearly strained his neck to see what it was as Jazz danced over and took the painting before he got it, the spy just whistled before smiling and handing it over to the medic...who froze at the picture...
Shuttering his optics in a youngling matter, he looked up at the frontliner, "I don't understand...it's me..."
"Of course it is, Ratch, you know I only draw beautiful things," Sunstreaker shifted uncomfortable, trying his best to express himself in a way he stayed away from, he reached down and seemed to be grabbing the painting...but grabbed a red servo instead, "and you're one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen."
He pulled the smaller out of his chair into an awkward hug, Sideswipe could feel the smile on his face growing as his brother finally...showed what he was trying to hide. The mech nuzzled the grey chevron, "and if anyone else tells you otherwise, I'll beat the blind bastards over the helm until they can see right."
Okay...maybe not the most poetic...but the smile on Ratchet's face...was worth the ribbing later...he really was lovely when he smiled...even more whe it was a real one...
-There you go people, a random oneshot that took me 2 and half hours to write...if you don't mind...I'm going to pass out now...
Hope you enjoyed it!