TF: Intentions
Rating: PG-13
Series: Movieverse
Pairings: Ratchet/Optimus Prime/Ironhide
Summary: Ratchet has Optimus in his medbay. And although Ironhide thinks he’s taking advantage of the situation, he’s not. Yet.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: For the tfic_contest 2010 holiday ficlet exchange. Prompt was ‘this won’t hurt… much’. Yeah… so Ironhide decided he wanted in on the action too, sorry about that prompter.
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
“Ow!” Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots, scrambled off the medbay berth with a scream,
“Stop moving!” Ratchet barked out, reaching out and grabbing hold of the nearest bit of Prime he could.
“That hurt!”
“That’s because you moved. And the injury is incredibly close to your sensory array. Unless you’d prefer to be offline?”
“No.” That was the last thing he wanted. He’d only come in to get the injury checked over. He hadn’t expected Ratchet to pin him to the berth and say it had to be fixed now and ‘it wouldn’t hurt much’.
“Right, then get back on that berth and let me finish.”
“Really Ratch, would have thought you’d leave that ‘til you were off duty.” Ratchet’s head snapped up at Ironhide’s comment. The warrior was leaning against the doorway, watching the events with a mild interest.
“Frag you Ironhide.”
“Looks more to me like you were trying to frag Optimus.” Optimus let out a groan at that, one hand coming up to cover his optics. Not that he actually had any objection to it, more the fact that they were speaking so openly about it. And him. As if he wasn’t there!
“If I were, that has nothing to do with you.”
“Oh, I think it has everything to do with me actually.”
“Oh?” Ratchet turned fully to face Ironhide, leaving Optimus Prime sitting on the berth, feeling like a sparkling watching his creators fighting.
“See, I’m his bodyguard…” Ironhide pushed away from the door, stepping up to Ratchet. “… and as such, it’s my duty to protect him.”
“He doesn’t need protecting from me!”
“If I may…” Optimus tried to interject. Startled, both medic and warrior turned to face him, near-identical looks on their faces. “Uh…” Usually so eloquent, he found that words failed him when faced with the both of them looking at him like that.
“He needs protecting from you, not me.” Ratchet scoffed, heading back to the berth. “You’re the one that’s wanted to ‘face him since you first met him.”
“And if I have?”
“Then it’s your loss because you never made a move.” Ironhide huffed at that.
“Like you have?” He muttered, following Ratchet back to the berth.
“Actually, neither of you have.” Optimus spoke up. Both Ratchet and Ironhide stopped and stared at him. “Something you have been remiss in.” He pointed out, a smile on his face.
“Oh?” Ironhide tilted his head.
“Perhaps you’d care to instruct us in how to make amends.” Ratchet murmured, resting one hand on Optimus’ thigh plating.
“Yeah.” Ironhide agreed a little too quickly.
“All right.” Optimus’ smile turned into a grin, and he sent a remote locking code to the medbay door. “This won’t hurt much…”