He's ...perfect.
I don't know what else to say, but the Autobot's team medic is a work of art. The first time I saw the mech was during my mission to assist my master in defeating the Autobot leader, Optimus. Apparently, Optimus decided to bring the handsome medic along.
My cooling fans kicked on the minute I saw him and in all honesty, I have nothing to say for myself. I have a severe thing for mechs with brains, and he was absolutely my type! According to my master's details, Ratchet was the team's medic and scientist and also one of Optimus's oldest friends. I had quite the hard time thinking straight during our battle because I really didn't want to hurt them, Ratchet specifically.
The two Autobot mechs defeated the undead Cybertronians after he, the handsome medic, opted for dissection on the Terrorcons. Truly an amazing attention to detail and a keen processor for problem solving! We had to retreat later on for whatever reason my master needed to deal with. And so with a heavy spark, I gave the mech a small wave and quickly went into our groundbridge.
Ever since that incident, I could not get that Primus forsaken mech off my mind. I would never fail to join in for scouting or any other recon activity, but he never appeared anymore. Perhaps fate does not want us to be together, because that hypothesis got strengthen even more when I denied to go for Energon scouting on ONE occasion.
ONE FRAGGING OCCASION, AND HE SHOWS UP!
Wow...I hate my luck.
Heck, I heard he went on an overdrive and totally wiped out the whole team of Vehicons ON HIS OWN! God, is there ANYTHING he's uncapable of? Anyways, he challenged my leader but got his aft handed back to him. I did feel bad for the mech, but later on I realised he was under the influence of Synthetic Energon, hence why he could take on the whole squadron so easily. But our leader is the former champion gladiator in the Pits of Kaon, so you gotta give the medic a little pat for his efforts.
Back in the present, my team of Vehicons assigned with me got wiped out by the Autobots and I might be next on the list. I skid to the side as blaster rained behind me.
"Scrap!" I cursed, tucking in and rolled to the side as the angry femme Autobot ran past me, chasing down a long an empty cave. Letting out a shaky breath, I sighed and leaned behind the large rock, peeking out and hoping that the two-wheeler named Arcee won't kill me, I still have yet to meet Ratchet for Primus's sake.
At least let me say hi to the handsome mech before you offline me please, thank you very much.
"When can I meet Ratchet...?" I muttered, pouting a little as I continue to watch from behind the boulders, not noticing a pair of pedsteps behind me.
"Wait- ARGH!" Ratchet yelped and draw out his sword at me, furrowing his optic ridge as he growled at me.
...Oh, he's so handsome.
"H-Hi..." I stuttered out; cooling fans kicking full blast as I blushed furiously at the mech before me. Well scrap, I didn't think fate would be this kind today! He lets out a very confused look as he heard my fans coming alive and spoke, his gruff voice melting my very spark.
"A-Are you...blushing?" he said, giving me a look of disbelief.
I shook my helm sideways and cleared my processors as I tried to focus; he's still my enemy and I have to take him out...right? But...
I don't want to kill him.
"Er...N-No...?" that came out as a question. Damn it (Y/N), focus!
Offering my servos up, I tried to lower the mech's guard down, hoping I won't be terminated by my own crush; that would kinda sucks.
"P-Please don't attack..." I began, giving him an awkward smile. He raised an optic ridge at me and scoffed, which did make me feel absolutely terrible.
'He scoffed at me! Oh, I'm probably the last thing he wants to see- HEHATESMEOHMYPRIMUS-'
"Hello, earth to (Y/N)?" He said and my spark did a somersault. He knows my name!?
"Y-You- You know m-my d-designation!?" I said, (e/c) optics wide as I stared at the medic.
"Naturally! You're the Decepticon's weapon specialist, (Y/N)! You've made some terrifying weapons for them so pardon me if I know of your designation, it's kinda hard to NOT KNOW of the femme that created the Apex Armour! To top it off, we have meet before, but not officially." he snapped sassily.
I made an 'oh' noise before scratching the back of my neck cables. That armoury was actually just me and my obsessions with heavy armoury, I didn't think it would catch the eye of both factions...oh well.
"Ahaha...sorry..." I muttered, looking down. Ratchet changed back his blades into servos and crossed them in front of him, which did make him look a lot more intimidating, and also a heck more RAVISHING.
"Are you going to fight or what?" he asked, still giving me a dirty glare. I looked down before shaking my helm no, indicating that I do not want to engage in a battle with him.
"I-I um-I-!" I was stuttering once more as I tried to form a proper sentence but failing miserably.
Way to go (Y/N), making a fool of yourself in front of Mr. Handsome here!
"I'm not going to bite...not unless you leave me no other option, of course." Ratchet said and I choked; optics wide as I whipped my helm up to look at him. He realised what he's said and sputtered, defending his words.
"I m-meant that I'm not going to a-attack y-you!" he groaned and dragged his servo over his faceplates. I smiled a little as I took in his beautiful frame and his beautiful cyan optics. Primus, was he a masterpiece!
"Erm...I-I knew that, of c-course! J-Just um...you're really beautiful." Those words left my mouth before I realised what I've just said. It was Ratchet's turn to choke and sputtered as he looked at me, not believing what I've just said.
"Excuse me?" he said and I groaned, face-servoing. I just want to bury myself in these boulders now, thank you very much.
"That was not how I planned to say it..." I muttered, groaning audibly in my servos. I felt the mech shifted and yelped as he touched my shoulderplates. Backing away, the medic held up his servo, proving his innocence.
"I was j-just- Are y-you...alright?" he asked, scanning my frame. I blushed once more as the mech checked me out, not used to being this close with the gorgeous medic.
"F-Fine...thank you." I gave him a soft smile. To my surprise, the mech actually returned the smile, and by the Primes, his smile so breath-taking! I'm pretty sure I'm going to pass out at how handsome and perfect this mech before me, but I really don't give a damn right now.
"For a Decepticon, you seem so...adorable." He breathed out and I squeaked. Did he just call me cute?!
Offering a servo, he pulled me up but my peds were still weak from his statement and they buckled causing me to fall back again. Ratchet shot out his arms and caught me mid-fall, pulling me close as I stared up at him.
"U-Uh...Hi?" I said, cooling fans now on overdrive and doing their very best at lowering my core's temperature. Ratchet looked down at me and smirked.
RATCHET FRAGGING SMIRKED AT ME!
"You're still blushing." He deadpanned and I let out a strangled gasp, pulling away from the mech as I covered my face in my servos, absolutely embarrassed. Fragging hell, I'm the Decepticon's weapon specialist and one of Megatron's most trusting lieutenant! Yet here I am, swooned over by this mech's charming personality.
Primus have mercy on me, I beg of you.
"I'm s-sorry!" I apologised, looking away as I shuffled in my peds.
"It's fine. Like I've said earlier; for a Decepticon you sure are quite the adorable femme." he muttered, flashing me again with his drop-dead gorgeous smile.
.
.
.
...and that's how I passed out. My circuits were fried and my processors overloaded; forcing a shut down on my system.
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"U-Ugh...Wh-Where...?" I mumbled; looking around groggily. I realised I was strapped down on a berth. Jolting in surprise, I yelped and tugged on my restrains, realising that I was absolutely fragged if I ever get back to base.
If I get back alive, that is.
"The Con's awake." Arcee said bitterly, holding her blasters in front of me. The rest of the team had their weapons drawn and aimed at me; ready to fire. Optimus stepped forward and spoke, his cool voice sending shivers down my spine.
"(Y/N)." he began, his blue optics staring down at me. "Why didn't you attack Ratchet when you had the chance?" he nailed the fragging question.
"Er...hi?" I offered a weak smile and did my best to wave at the mech with my still cuffed servos. Ratchet appeared from behind a I immediately froze; my mind went blank again as I gaped, unable to form a proper sentence for the Prime.
"Uh-Uhm- I..." if Lord Megatron was here, he would've offlined me for my stupidity. I mean, I'm one of the brightest bots in the ranks and here I am, stuttering like a malfunctioning machine.
Someone please just throw me into a smelting pit and let me just melt in peace.
"I think she's broken." The big green mech said and I nodded along only for me to snap out of it and gave him a pout.
"Hey! I'm not broken, that's not very nice of you!" I said, huffing at the shocked bot.
"And what'd you know of being nice?" Arcee snapped back, glaring darkly at me. I shifted awkwardly in my restraints, not liking my predicament.
"W-Well, I didn't attack you guys now, did I? I was merely on an Energon scouting mission!" I defended; not liking the femme's tone. "Yeah sure, I'm a Decepticon, but I was raised with manners before I joined them! I'm not some kind of barbaric machines you guys perceived me of!" I continued, huffing loudly at Arcee.
Team Prime's optics and eyes went wide as they took in what I've just said. Bumblebee buzzed in rebuttal to my words and that grated my nerves even more. Seriously, what's up with these guys?
:-You're the weapon specialist of the Decepticons, you are kinda ruthless and barbaric for creating those weapon, you know?-: he said, waving his servos as he beeped.
I gasped and hissed back; offended at how he just glossed over my job as some kind of foul activities.
"Excuse me? Being a weapon specialist does NOT mean I'm a sparkless machine, you idiotic fool! I graduated top in my grades and I've learned my manners well before you were created Bumblebee, watch your damn tone!" I growled, taking his words to the spark.
"Creating weapons that hurt people was never my intention! I solely create stuff for fun and because it serves as my outlet! To have them used horribly is NOT how I wanted it to be! Heck, the reason why I'm with the Decepticons is because they offered me tools and machinery far exceeding than what I've used to own!" I was close to tears now. I created weapons due to the demand of my leader but it doesn't mean I like to have them used in such manner.
"Take the Apex Armour for example; was it not meant to protect the user? I'll be real honest with you bots, but that ...thing was just me fooling around, creating for the sole purpose of me- I don't know- wearing it when I create some heavy duty stuff I guess! How the hell am I suppose to know that y'all are using it as a defence armour?" I continued to yell at them.
They were no better than the Decepticons; assuming things to their own thinking without actually understanding the whole scenario. The whole team went silent as they saw me broke down, coolants leaking as I turned to look away from them.
After long last, someone spoke up. "W-We're s-sorry, we didn't mean it that way..." Ratchet said, scratching the back of his neck cables as he spoke. The team all had their gaze averted from me, even the damn Prime closed his optics and looked down, probably ashamed of what he had presumably assumed.
"No, you're not. No one understands us weapon specialist, so don't bother apologising. We know what you guys assumed about us; all crazy and power hungry. Well, frag y'all!" I growled and snapped the restraints opened. The team's optics widened and they draw their weapons at me, ready to fire.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Pull the damn trigger and end my life, as you bots so badly want to do so since the very beginning!" I said, standing firm on the ground as I glare back at them; unfazed by their weapons pointing at me.
"W-Wait, stop!" Ratchet suddenly stood in front of me, shielding me from his teammates. The team instantly lowered their weapons but demanded the medic to move away.
"Move it, Ratchet!" Arcee hissed, though she had her weapons lowered as to not fire at her teammate.
"Can't you guys hold your damn bearings for one nano-klik and hear what the femme's trying to say!?" he said, frustrated. I was still in shock as my crush stood in front and defended me. Turning back to look at me, he scanned my frame for any injuries before speaking up.
"Are you alright?" He asked, holding my servos.
"I'm...f-fine..." I stuttered again as my cooling fans kicked back on; making a fool of myself once again in front of him.
"I'm sorry for doubting you. Thank you for not attacking me when you had the chance." He said sincerely and I blushed; taking a step back as I reverted back into blushing.
"I-I-Y-You're w-welcome!" I managed to squeaked out. A little fleshling popped out behind the olive green mech and spoke, snapping me out of my embarrassing trance.
"Dude, you're blushing!" she said, flashing me a smile.
"A-Am not!" I lied but my faceplate was probably bright blue from embarrassment. Ratchet took my servos and guided me to the medical berth and made me sat down.
"Ignore Miko, she's annoying."
"I heard that!"
"Anyways, like I've said before, I'm sorry and I mean it. I understand the stigmas surfacing around weapon specialists and I'm sorry, we didn't mean to label you like the Decepticons...it's just- you know- you're with them..." Ratchet trailed off and winced; not really knowing how to phrase his sentence, but I caught onto what he's trying to say and smiled, thankful for his sincere apology.
"Apology accepted, doctor." I hugged the mech. Am I going to regret this decision? Oh well, I'll be offlined soon so let me have my peace. Ratchet grunted in surprise but leant in, returning the hug.
"Soo... you're joining us or what?" Arcee asked, though her tone was no longer hostile as before. Looking around, I realised the team's optics were relaxed and no longer judging me, instead they were more of amused if anything.
Leaning in close to Ratchet, I hummed in satisfaction and spoke.
"If you would have me, I don't see why not?"