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Sweetness and Dreams (Ratchet/Bumblebee)
Title: Sweetness and Dreams
Fandom: Transformers
Club/Contest: Drawn From a Hat
Pairing Number: 6
Pairing: Ratchet/Bumblebee
Category: Shonen-Ai
Word count: 1,270
AN: Ugh, I’m tired. To tired to give a fuck! *dies*
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Arranging his tools one last time, Ratchet watched the swell of the ocean play against the ship they were traveling home on. Nearly twelve hours ago, they had been fight against the last of the Decepticons, Optimus has been in stasis and the Fallen had been alive. Now…what remained of them had left the pyramids behind, the Fallens body waiting to be taken apart along with Skyfires and four other bodies that they were able to salvage.
They had lost allies, while another had been healed, but there was just one mech on the medics mind. Bumblebee, their youngest little scout that had come to Earth 7 years ago to find the All Spark and Megatron, was the only one that swirled around his thoughts. Their little one who they had almost lost, again. His spark throbbed at the thought, making the medic look pained even as he mixed the nanite filled paint.
Shaking his thoughts out of his head, Ratchet picked up the tray with his tools and walked over to where Bumblebee was slowly flexing one hand in an effort to stop it from stiffening.
“What in the Pit did you hit hard enough to seize your servos?” the green mech asked slowly, getting a sheepish look from the yellow mech.
“Actually, I hit Ravage hard enough to slam my fist into a tree,” the smaller of the two said sheepishly, getting a head shake as Ratchet vented a sigh.
“Only you, Bee, only you,” he muttered, getting a huff from his patient. “Let me see it,” Ratchet demanded, holding out one hand. Gently taking the offered hand, he opened a few panels and started ton the delicate work of fixing the stressed wires and bands. “You just had to miscalculate didn’t you?” Bumblebee twittered in return, shaking his head, eyes crinkling in humor. Ratchet just huffed and glared as he finished with the hand he held. Letting it go, he waved a hand to get the younger mech to lay back for him so he could get to the rest of the damage. Cleaning around the marks and wounds, Ratchet took stock of the damage that had been done, lips pressing together as some of them brought up the last major fight they had been in.
It had happened as they were transporting the All Spark to a different facility and were half way through Mission City when Starscream had finally made his appearance, along with the other Decepticons. During that fight, Bumblebee hadn’t lost his legs, like what Sam had seen before, but had a piece of shrapnel nearly pierce his spark casing.
It had only been some fast work by Ratchet that had saved him, making the medic nearly sick over how close they had come to losing the young mech. Sam had been horrified at just how close Bee had come to dieing, while the others had hidden their horror until they were alone. Most added to their near nightly nightmares while Sam and Mikeala had started to have them.
It had been a hard time then and it was a hard time now.
Pulling out a torch, the medic wielded a few seams together, wincing at the few quite whines that escaped from Bee before finishing with the repairs. The nanites would finish off the smaller bits which would just need a good buffing.
Ratching had no doubt that Sam would end up spoiling the young mech, not to mention fuss before finally breaking down. For the moment, Ratchet had soft optics looking up at him, curiosity making the blue shine bright.
“I’m just thinking about our little seer,” the medic soothed, rubbing the gently sloping helm before starting to put up his tools.
“Do you think we should stock up in blankets and pillows?” Bee asked, tilting his head to the side. He had a feeling someone would end up with a small, human blanket drabbed over their spark.
“I have already warned everyone that they should be prepared. But you, you should be relaxing and not worrying. Sam is with a human doctor getting his ribs checked out,” Ratchet replied, holding up a paint sprayer, starting to do the last of the work needed. Bumblebee chirped in question about the comment of Sam and his ribs. “He may have bruised them while he was running.” A worried warble was the answer to that declaration.
Ratchet had to smile at the sounds that came from his young patient. Even after the All Spark had fixed his voice box, in a sense, re-growing the damaged wires and metal, Bumblebee still used the well known chirps, whirls and other sounds to communicate along with the communication channels they had and texts via the humans cell phones. But it was still nice to hear that sweet little voice com from their Bee
Finishing with the pain job, he eyed the prone body before him, making sure that he hadn’t missed anything before nodding sharply.
“You’re all done, but you are to stay put until that paint dries, the nanites finish their job and you get some good recharge,” the medic growled, stopping Bumblebees attempt to move from the berth. Smirking, Ratchet cleaned the paint sprayer out, clicking or humming occasionally. Turning back to the younger mechs berth, the medic snickered quietly, shaking his head with a fond look on his face. So far, the young warrior was recharging peacefully, which made the old mech thank Primus that it was so. It was rare for any of them not to have nightmares without turning to a quick interface with a trusted friend or some high grade to help in forgetting. Nodding once, Ratchet checked on the human doctor, getting told that Sam had retired already before coming back to find Bee whimpering Sam and Jazzs name.
Sighing at hearing the whimpers, Ratchet could guess at which nightmare was haunting Bumblebee on this night. “Mission City hits again,” the medic groused before reaching out and gently stroking the yellow helm, drawing the young mech out of his nightmare. Watching deep blue optic open, he smiled soothing and settled down next to the other, drawing him close and revving his engine. He could feel the slight shudder that worked through Bees frame slowly disappear and the smaller bot fully relax. Letting his engine shut down after a bit, the medic smiled as the yellow mech shifted to listen to his spark beat, feeling the warmth of the small scouts spark coming through his chassis.
It wasn’t long before the two were half dazed and about to fall asleep when the door to the room opened and soft footsteps floated to their audios. On-lining his optics, ratchet looked down and took in the sweet little male that stood there.
“Nightmares, Sam?” Bumblebee asked, reaching down and pulling his charge and friend up onto the berth, placing him down onto Ratchets chassis.
“Yeah, about the Fallen, along with a visit from the Primes. We have some coordinates for some history and energon,” Sam sighed, curling up into the warmth, only growling when Ratchet reached for a blanket. Covering the pouting male, the medic settled back and watched as Bumblebee pet the long hair.
“Sleep, Sam. We have a long trip before us and you will need to get your rest,” the medic hummed, smiling at the two young ones settle in.
Nightmares or not, the fact that he was with two of the most important people was what he considered a good night. Especially when the two started to hold a conversation about evil, mutated crab grass in their sleep.
Fandom: Transformers
Club/Contest: Drawn From a Hat
Pairing Number: 6
Pairing: Ratchet/Bumblebee
Category: Shonen-Ai
Word count: 1,270
AN: Ugh, I’m tired. To tired to give a fuck! *dies*
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Arranging his tools one last time, Ratchet watched the swell of the ocean play against the ship they were traveling home on. Nearly twelve hours ago, they had been fight against the last of the Decepticons, Optimus has been in stasis and the Fallen had been alive. Now…what remained of them had left the pyramids behind, the Fallens body waiting to be taken apart along with Skyfires and four other bodies that they were able to salvage.
They had lost allies, while another had been healed, but there was just one mech on the medics mind. Bumblebee, their youngest little scout that had come to Earth 7 years ago to find the All Spark and Megatron, was the only one that swirled around his thoughts. Their little one who they had almost lost, again. His spark throbbed at the thought, making the medic look pained even as he mixed the nanite filled paint.
Shaking his thoughts out of his head, Ratchet picked up the tray with his tools and walked over to where Bumblebee was slowly flexing one hand in an effort to stop it from stiffening.
“What in the Pit did you hit hard enough to seize your servos?” the green mech asked slowly, getting a sheepish look from the yellow mech.
“Actually, I hit Ravage hard enough to slam my fist into a tree,” the smaller of the two said sheepishly, getting a head shake as Ratchet vented a sigh.
“Only you, Bee, only you,” he muttered, getting a huff from his patient. “Let me see it,” Ratchet demanded, holding out one hand. Gently taking the offered hand, he opened a few panels and started ton the delicate work of fixing the stressed wires and bands. “You just had to miscalculate didn’t you?” Bumblebee twittered in return, shaking his head, eyes crinkling in humor. Ratchet just huffed and glared as he finished with the hand he held. Letting it go, he waved a hand to get the younger mech to lay back for him so he could get to the rest of the damage. Cleaning around the marks and wounds, Ratchet took stock of the damage that had been done, lips pressing together as some of them brought up the last major fight they had been in.
It had happened as they were transporting the All Spark to a different facility and were half way through Mission City when Starscream had finally made his appearance, along with the other Decepticons. During that fight, Bumblebee hadn’t lost his legs, like what Sam had seen before, but had a piece of shrapnel nearly pierce his spark casing.
It had only been some fast work by Ratchet that had saved him, making the medic nearly sick over how close they had come to losing the young mech. Sam had been horrified at just how close Bee had come to dieing, while the others had hidden their horror until they were alone. Most added to their near nightly nightmares while Sam and Mikeala had started to have them.
It had been a hard time then and it was a hard time now.
Pulling out a torch, the medic wielded a few seams together, wincing at the few quite whines that escaped from Bee before finishing with the repairs. The nanites would finish off the smaller bits which would just need a good buffing.
Ratching had no doubt that Sam would end up spoiling the young mech, not to mention fuss before finally breaking down. For the moment, Ratchet had soft optics looking up at him, curiosity making the blue shine bright.
“I’m just thinking about our little seer,” the medic soothed, rubbing the gently sloping helm before starting to put up his tools.
“Do you think we should stock up in blankets and pillows?” Bee asked, tilting his head to the side. He had a feeling someone would end up with a small, human blanket drabbed over their spark.
“I have already warned everyone that they should be prepared. But you, you should be relaxing and not worrying. Sam is with a human doctor getting his ribs checked out,” Ratchet replied, holding up a paint sprayer, starting to do the last of the work needed. Bumblebee chirped in question about the comment of Sam and his ribs. “He may have bruised them while he was running.” A worried warble was the answer to that declaration.
Ratchet had to smile at the sounds that came from his young patient. Even after the All Spark had fixed his voice box, in a sense, re-growing the damaged wires and metal, Bumblebee still used the well known chirps, whirls and other sounds to communicate along with the communication channels they had and texts via the humans cell phones. But it was still nice to hear that sweet little voice com from their Bee
Finishing with the pain job, he eyed the prone body before him, making sure that he hadn’t missed anything before nodding sharply.
“You’re all done, but you are to stay put until that paint dries, the nanites finish their job and you get some good recharge,” the medic growled, stopping Bumblebees attempt to move from the berth. Smirking, Ratchet cleaned the paint sprayer out, clicking or humming occasionally. Turning back to the younger mechs berth, the medic snickered quietly, shaking his head with a fond look on his face. So far, the young warrior was recharging peacefully, which made the old mech thank Primus that it was so. It was rare for any of them not to have nightmares without turning to a quick interface with a trusted friend or some high grade to help in forgetting. Nodding once, Ratchet checked on the human doctor, getting told that Sam had retired already before coming back to find Bee whimpering Sam and Jazzs name.
Sighing at hearing the whimpers, Ratchet could guess at which nightmare was haunting Bumblebee on this night. “Mission City hits again,” the medic groused before reaching out and gently stroking the yellow helm, drawing the young mech out of his nightmare. Watching deep blue optic open, he smiled soothing and settled down next to the other, drawing him close and revving his engine. He could feel the slight shudder that worked through Bees frame slowly disappear and the smaller bot fully relax. Letting his engine shut down after a bit, the medic smiled as the yellow mech shifted to listen to his spark beat, feeling the warmth of the small scouts spark coming through his chassis.
It wasn’t long before the two were half dazed and about to fall asleep when the door to the room opened and soft footsteps floated to their audios. On-lining his optics, ratchet looked down and took in the sweet little male that stood there.
“Nightmares, Sam?” Bumblebee asked, reaching down and pulling his charge and friend up onto the berth, placing him down onto Ratchets chassis.
“Yeah, about the Fallen, along with a visit from the Primes. We have some coordinates for some history and energon,” Sam sighed, curling up into the warmth, only growling when Ratchet reached for a blanket. Covering the pouting male, the medic settled back and watched as Bumblebee pet the long hair.
“Sleep, Sam. We have a long trip before us and you will need to get your rest,” the medic hummed, smiling at the two young ones settle in.
Nightmares or not, the fact that he was with two of the most important people was what he considered a good night. Especially when the two started to hold a conversation about evil, mutated crab grass in their sleep.