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gardens-light · 3 months ago

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The Intern

With the alliance between the Autobot's and the U.S government straining by the day, clearly something needed to be done to restore faith and trust- despite the classified operations of N.E.S.T successfully defeating the Decepticons over two years ago. Therefore, Major Lennox and his commanding officers created TTF- Transformers Talent Forge. An internship offered to only the most skilled and promising personnel within the U.S Defence Force , providing an opportunity of a lifetime to work side-by-side with N.E.S.T and the Autobots...

Content: Mild Coarse Language. Events takes place in 'Transformers- Revenge of the Fallen.' Autobot/Ratchet x F/Human reader. Reader Insert.

Intern Series- Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Word Count- 3,500K

N.E.S.T- Diego Garcia. 8:30am

"Come on, Private! Keep up!"

"Ye-Yes, sir." Snapping out of your daydream gaze, running after your lieutenant.

Pulling the strap of your military duffle bag a little more over your shoulder. Trying not to stare at the sights and sounds that surrounded you in the hangar, as you followed Lieutenant Smith's footsteps. Roughed up concrete lined the floors, only the unpredictable pattern of tyre marks 'decorated' what once was a smooth surface.

Various military personnel roaming around tables and various stations filled with all sorts of gizmos, gadgets and computer systems lined either side of the hangar. Creating an almost 'catwalk' like feel for the concrete flooring which ran through the middle.

"Alright, so this is where we communicate with the JCS. And this area serves as the Autobots' hangar."

Your curious gaze wandered over the various vehicles which was casually parked on the left side of the hangar.

"The living quarters are to your right. Third door down. But once introduced to our Major, you'll be debriefed further and provided a map- this place is like a maze. I don't know what it's like where you're from Private, but here. Every day's different. So learn quick and learn fast." Lieutenant Smith slowly halted, facing you with a smile. "But don't think you'll be going through this alone. You're among family now-"

"Excuse me!" a commanding tone filled the hangar, drawing your attention to the scaffolding-like structure which stood in the centre of the military space. Lining up perfectly with the concrete 'catwalk.'

"And just like any other family household, we occasionally have our fair share of rodents." Lieutenant Smith whispered into your ear, causing a smile to tease the corner of your lips.

Complete awe flashed across your features, eyes widen as your gaze soaked in the sight before you.

H-Holy shit... that's Optimus Prime!

"With this so-called AllSpark now destroyed, why hasn't the enemy left the planet like you thought they would?" Director Galloway questioned the Autobot. His voice holding a firm tone, as he adjusted his glasses once coming to the landing of the scaffolding-like structure. Which brought him and other military personnel more to Optimus' height.

"Forgive the interruption, General." Galloway's scowl expression faced the monitor before him. Seeming not to care that he was talking directly to the Pentagon, "but after all the damage in Shanghai, the President is... hard-pressed to say the job's getting done. Now... under the classified Alien/Autobot Cooperation Act, you agreed to share your intel with us, but not your advancements in weaponry.-"

"We've witnessed your human capacity for war." Optimus' smooth yet authudicating tone rumbled throughout the hangar, his words almost holding a sharp edge. "It would absolutely bring more harm than good-"

"But who are you to judge what's best for us?-"

"With all due respect, we've been fighting side by side in the field for two years!" A small chuckle came to you, as Major Lennox's familiar tone came to your ears.

"We've shed blood, sweat and precious metal together!" Lieutenant Smith called out.

"Soldier! You're paid to shoot. Not talk."

Lieutenant Smith rolled his eyes at Galloway's snarky comment. His unamused expression turning to you as he whispered, "don't tempt me."

"And the... newest members of your team. I understand they arrived here after you sent a message into space, an open invitation! Come to Earth! Vetted by no one at the White House!-"

"Let me stop you right there, Mr. Galloway. It was vetted right here." A voice from the Pentagon crackled through the monitor. "And in my experience, the judgment of both Major Lennox and his team, has always... been above reproach-"

"Well... be that as it may, General. It is the position of the President when our national security is at stake... no one... is above reproach." Galloway turned his attention back onto Prime. "Now... what do we know so far? We know that the enemy leader, classified NBE One, aka, Megatron. Is rusting in peace at the bottom of the Laurentian Abyssal, surrounded by SOSUS detection nets and a full-time submarine surveillance."

"We also know that the only remaining piece of your alien AllSpark is locked in an electromagnetic vault. Here on one of the most secure naval bases in the world! And since no one can seem to tell me what the enemy is now after, well.. there's only clear conclusion!... You! The Autobots!" Galloway's glare narrowed. "They're here to hunt you!"

You begun to slowly shift your weight from one foot to the other. The smile fading upon your lips as the atmosphere within the hangar begun to grow tense.

"What's there to hunt for on Earth besides that? 'The Fallen shall rise again'?... It sounds to me like something's coming. So... let me ask, if we... ultimately conclude that our national security is best served by denying you further asylum on our planet. Will you leave... peacefully?"

All eyes turned on Optimus. The tension grew thicker. You could almost hear everyone hold their breaths as all hung onto his answer.

"Freedom is your right. If you make that request, we will honor it. But... Before your President decides, please ask him this... What if we leave and you're wrong?"

A heavy sigh escaped your lips. Why do I have a feeling that I've came at a bad time?...

Optimus straightened his posture as Lennox ran a hand through his short, brunette hair. "That's a good question-"

"Major! The intern is here!" Lieutenant Smith shouted from the ground. A small smirk teasing his lips, knowing his voice briefly deafened Mr Galloway while he awkwardly climbed the steps down.

"Here... let me take your things." You looked at the lieutenant, holding out his hand. Simply gesturing towards the scaffolding stairs with a slight nod. "You'll be fine."

Taking a couple of deep breaths before handing over your duffle bag, your heart slightly picking up pace as you climbed the stairs. Flashing the soldiers a weak smile, as their curious gazes turned away from their monitors and onto you.

"So, is it every day that the government comes round to bite your asses?" your cocky tone slightly eased the tension in the air. Greeting Lennox with a salute as his soft gaze fell onto you, a relieved smile teasing his lips.

"At ease, Private. No need to be so formal... nah, they don't come by often. But when they do, it's just my ass that gets bitten." A small chuckle left Lennox as he embraced you with a warm, tight hug. "Ah Valkyrie... it's been so long. How you've been? Keeping out of trouble?"

"You know me, Lennox." You looked up at him with a warm smile, slowly breaking away from his embrace. "Trouble just seems to follow wherever I go. Speaking of which... things gotta be bad for you to pull some strings to get my name picked."

A nervous chuckle escaped his lips, lowering his voice to just above a whisper as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "You have no idea." Guiding you a little closer to railings, Lennox cleared his throat and gestured to the Autobot. "Allow me to introduce you to the leader of the Autobots, Optimus Prime. Prime... this is Private Y/N, aka 'Valkyrie.' She's the intern I've personally chosen for Ratchet."

Swallowing your nerves, your heart fluttered a little as Prime's stern gaze softened. A welcoming smile spreading across his face plates as his blue optics settled upon you.

"A-A pleasure to meet you, sir."

"The pleasure is all mine." His smooth, calm tone melted your nerves. Causing a sweet smile to tug at your lips, "I've heard a great deal of good things about you from Major Lennox. He said you're quite an experienced medic, and had been... trained specifically for field duty, correct?"

"Correct. I've been serving the U.S military for three years. My experience varies on and off the field."

Optimus nodded in approval, a glimmer of hope flickered within his optics. "Regarding your earlier observation, I won't lie that things have been... difficult here. My medical officer, Ratchet has been... having issues with the interns assigned to him." Exhaustion crept into his words, rubbing his temples. "He's... not exactly impressed with them, and it's gotten your superiors... annoyed to say the least."

Lennox gave you a weak smile, "and... I figured, if anyone could work with Ratchet, despite his... rough edges, it's you. You're one of the best damn medics I've ever fought alongside with! And you know I've seen my fair share of skilled personnel during my career."

Your curious gaze flickered between the two, " so basically... you picked me because the Autobot keeps kicking out his inexperienced interns... how long have they lasted?"

Optimus and Lennox hesitated for moment, giving each other nervous glances before the major finally spoke up. "The longest was a week... the shortest was two hours."

"What?-"

"He's just... very strict with his demands. But you out of anyone would understand how a unit are highly dependent on the medical expertise of their medic!" Lennox gave your shoulder a comforting pat, "you've got what it takes, you've been out there! And to be fair it's not just him. The previous interns were... problematic too- but! I have full faith in you!-"

"Behind Ratchet's gruff exterior and sarcastic tone, lies a soft spark and a bot who genuinely cares for his team." Optimus assured, "you just... need to chip away at his concrete walls. Are you... familiar with Cybertronian biology? Or at least came up close to our kind?"

"Unfortunately... no. But that's why I'm here, to learn and become apart of this team." A small smirk teased the corners of your lips. "But as for getting 'up close' to your kind... does shooting a Decepticon in the face count?"

Optimus coughed out a chuckle, the air almost getting stuck within his vocal processor while Lennox tried to hide his smirk.

"Well... I suppose I should introduce you to Ratchet." Lennox spoke, finally clearing his throat and composing himself.

Optimus simply nodded, giving the pair of you a warm smile as Lennox gently guided you away from the railings and back towards the stairs of the scaffolding.

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Approaching the neighboring hangar, which was surprisingly on the smaller side than the previous. Lennox paused before opening the medbay doors, giving you a slight glance over his shoulder. "You... might wanna wait out here for a minute. Ratchet... hates surprises."

"He's that bad, huh?" crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow.

"No. No, it's just..." a heavy sigh left Lennox. "The... 'higher ups' are constantly breathing down my neck and second guessing our whole operation- not just N.E.S.T, but the internship too. Surely you heard Galloways bullshit."

"I did... but I won't add further stress by poking and prodding you for information about what's going on. I'm sure I'll figure it out."

Lennox gave you a weak, appreciative smile before entering the medbay, leaving you outside as you subtlety peeked your head around the corner of the large door frame.

"What have you done this time, Ironhide?" the major attempted to keep his casual tone, as his footsteps echoed upon the tire-marked concrete flooring.

"Blasted Decepticon punk got a lucky shot at me!" Ironhide snarled as he man-handled the large cannon that refused to retract back into his forearm. An annoyed expression flashing across Ironhide's face plate while sitting at Ratchet's peds, a small huff escaping him as the medic pushed his servo away.

"That's what you get for being reckless during the mission." Lennox took a deep breath before turning his attention onto the Autobot medic. "Ratchet... I have someone important that I'd like you to meet."

The yellow and red Autobots' annoyed glare briefly flickered towards Lennox, before turning back to Ironhide's arm. "And who, exactly, do I need to meet right now?"

Lennox hesitated for a moment. "Your... new intern..."

Ratchet immedictly paused, his glare narrowing onto the major. "What?! You know I-" a heavy sigh escaped the medic as he stopped himself from arguing. Closing his optics tightly while pinching the bridge of his nose, "... who is it?"

"Private Y/N but she mainly goes by the nickname, 'Valkyrie.' She's a personal friend of mine- we fought alongside together back in my old unit during her first two years of service. You'll like her."

For the love of Primus, please tell me that this some sort of joke. Ratchet's servo ran down his face plate, Lennox's unfaltering expression caused the Autobot to let out a frustrated sigh. Great... another intern to get in my way. Just what I need! "... bring her in then."

Lennox briefly glanced at you over his shoulder, his hand giving a small gesture behind his back.

Taking a deep breath and composing yourself for a moment, before entering the medbay. Greeting both Autobot's with a professional smile, saluting once you reached Lennox's side. "Pleasure to meet you, Medical Officer Ratchet, sir. I'm looking forward to working with you."

Ratchet's skeptic expression slowly melted away, as his optics soaked in your appearance. Your polite yet professional tone made his shoulders relax, your body language and how your military uniform framed your toned and confident physic, grapsed Ratchet's attention. The suttle scars upon your skin was Lennox's proof that you were indeed experienced within the field.

She's certainly not giving me a awkward smile, or hiding behind Lennox. Perhaps... she's not gonna be as bad as the others.

"Likewise... Valkyrie... Welcome."

A low purr emerged from Ironhide's engine, as his optics roamed over your relaxed frame. His voice just above a whisper, "oh... she is a babe- ah!"

Annoyance flashed across Ratchet's optics, his gaze narrowed onto Ironhide as he whacked the weapons' specialist upside upon his helm. The medic's free servo clutched onto Ironhide's forearm tighter than necessary, causing the gun-metal coloured Autobot to wince in pain.

"Anyway..." attempting to ignore your confused expression, Ratchet's attention returned to Ironhide's arm. Picking up one of his tools from a nearby table, and adjusting a bolt within his comrade's inner circuits, "I assume Lennox has debriefed you..."

"Only that I'll be working alongside you. Learning and understanding what it's going to take to patch up you Autobots."

I suppose that's a good starting point. "You're going to be helping me in the medbay, yes. Though for your first day, today I'll just get you to learn basic Cybertronian anatomy. And depending on how the day goes, I might get you to watch how I treat the common injuries we get." Ratchet's optics briefly flickered at you, "and I mean, just watching. Don't try anything unless I say so. I've... had some rather eager interns in the past that didn't know how to stay put."

You gave the Autobot a firm nod, "understood. I know how annoying it can be, when someone's trying to stick their nose into your work."

A small, suttle sigh of relief escaped Lennox as he witnessed Ratchet's expression becoming more... neutral. A genuine smile teased the corners of the medic's lips, his optics softening. Fucking finally...

"Well... I'll leave you two, to it." Lennox whispered, patting you on the back. And giving Ratchet a 'I-told-you-so' smile, before leaving the medbay.

"I believe Lieutenant Smith placed your belongings on a desk over there." Ratchet gestured towards a stainless steel desk, it's 'human size' looked almost like dollhouse furniture, compared to the hologram monitors and workspaces that was more to Ratchet's height. Your duffle bag almost drowned under the piles of folders and paperwork, "apologies for the mess. But... feel free to settle in. Once I'm done with Ironhide, we'll start your training."

You briefly gave him a sweet smile, before approaching the desk which was somewhat tucked neatly away in the corner close to you. Ratchet continued fixing and adjusting the stuck cog within Ironhide's forearm, the gun-metal Autobot wincing as his cannon finally retracted.

"Hm... Perhaps your interns should of been femmes from the start- ah!-"

Ratchet's glare bore into his comrade's optics, a low snarl rumbling in the back his vocal processor. As the medic's grip upon Ironhide's forearm tightened, scratching his paint, "shut. It!"

The weapon's specialist pulled his limb away, but his teasing smirk never leaving his lips. His flirtatious gaze lingering on you for a brief moment before turning away, and finally leaving the medbay.

A heavy sigh left Ratchet as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Taking a moment to compose himself before looking at you, only to raise an optic ridge. Annoyance should of bubbled within his chassis, as his gaze watched you organize the mess upon the human-sized desk. Taking a brief glance into the files, before you placed them in their respected piles.

Instead, curiosity peaked his interest as you seemed become distracted by a particular folder within your hands. Ratchet's spark subtly pulsed a little quicker, as his optics soaked in your focused expression. It was as though he seemed to... admire your interest...

"That folder you have there... might be classified."

"Oh!" quickly snapping the folder shut, surprise slightly flickering across your features as your wide eyes witnessed the medic kneel towards you. The realization of the size difference between you becoming more obvious than before, "sorry. I was... just curious... about Megatron."

"I... understand your curiosity. But those papers relating to Megatron are restricted for a reason." His firm tone matched his body language, holding out a servo towards you.

Only for a mixture of appreciation and surprise flicker within his optics, when your soft gaze looked up at him. A sweet apologetic smile spreading across your lips, as you held out the folder towards him. The object looking comedicly out of place within the palm of his servo. She... didn't argue or protest? Just... accepted the restricted access...

"He seemed like one tough son-of-a-bitch."

A small hint of concern eased into you, as Ratchet's servo curled into a tight fist.

"You... could say that." Ratchet's tone slowly changed back to his gruff demeanor, but his words held a sharp edge. "He was one cruel and sadistic bastard. He and the Decepticons would stoop down to any level! Even if that level is tearing out the still beating spark of their foe!"

Sympathy and concern softened your features. The hidden memories reckoning within his words, tugged upon your heart strings.

"I've... had my fair share of encounters with him. Almost came close to... deactivation more than once because of him."

A small moment of hesitation stole your voice before you could squeak out your question. "De...activation...?"

A heavy sigh escaped Ratchet, as his optics briefly looked away from you. It's probably best if she hears it from me, than the others. "In 'our' terms... it basically means death. I've... came very close to it by Megatron's hands."

Ratchet's spark fluttered as you placed a hand over his closed digits. Your gentle touch sending warmth throughout his frame, causing his shoulders to relax. A stuttle heat slowly spread across his faceplate, as his processors burned your sweet, comforting smile deep into his memory core. Why... does she make me feel... so-

"Badass ice-cream truck coming through!-"

"Excuse me. Excuse me!-"

A small yelp of surprise escaped you, as two playful voices suddenly disturbed the air as a 1930's Chevrolet truck came into view. The pink and white paint almost completely faded away, only to be overtaken by dirt and rust.

The back of your legs pushed up against the stainless steel desk, as you leaned backwards. Confusion washed away your previous expression, as the voice's came from the singular vehicle. Ratchet closed his optics as annoyce begun to bubble back up within him.

"That... would be Skids and Mudflap..." the medic sighed.

Your confused yet curious gaze followed the 1930's ice-cream truck roam around the other side of the medbay hangar, leaving new tire-marks upon the concrete flooring as it circled two Mini Coopers. The red and green colours shining like new, polished metal compared to the truck.

"Hold up-"

"Those are nice. Yeah baby, it's upgrade time-"

"Yeah, sir yeah! Look here, it's my booty call right here!"

You looked at Ratchet with a puzzled expression. Giving the medic a silent question as he rubbed his temples, do they... even know what a 'booty call' is...?

The sound of turning cogs, whirling gears and shifting positions filled the air, making your eyes widen as the truck separated into two small Autobots. Possibly coming to Ratchet's waist if they stood next to his 20ft frame.

"Time to get my sexy on with the green-"

"Green? No, the green's mine! I call green!-"

You quickly reached for Ratchet's servo, your touch barely covering the tip of his digit, as the medic remained knelt beside you like a protective giant. A small gasp escaped your lips as Skids tackled Mudflap to the ground, causing violent vibrations to echo throughout the hangar and beneath your feet. You winced at the sound of metal clashing against metal, as the twins fists collided. Another vibration echoed through floor, like a ripple through water, as Skids grabbed his brother into a headlock, flipping the younger Autobot over his frame and forcing Mudflap onto his back.

"I got the green!-"

"That hurts man!-"

"It's supposed to hurt. It's an ass-kicking!"

Another heavy sigh escaped Ratchet as he tried to compose himself, still rubbing his temples while his free servo still welcomed your soft touch. For Primus sake...

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gardens-light · 2 months ago

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Pulsing Sparks. Beating Hearts.

Days rolled by and before the Autobot medic knew it, a week had already past. And despite the odd arguments and sarcasm caused by the pair of you being stubborn at times- he'd always see you back in his medbay. Just as determined and eager to learn from him- if not more.

Compared to his previous interns, you indeed were a breath of fresh air to Ratchet. With your open mindedness, laid back attitude and that damn smile that he swears is now forever burned into his memory core. The medic slowly realized he began to slip into unfamiliar territory...

Contents: Mild Coarse Language. Events takes place during 'Transformers- Revenge of the Fallen.' Autobot Ratchet x F/Human Reader. Reader Insert. Fluff.

Word Count: 4,600k

Inspired Song: Hungry Eyes- Eric Carmen

Seris: The Intern- Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

The hues of orange, pink and blue begun to fade, as the sun settled over Diego Garcia. Casting shadows across the multiple hangars of the N.E.S.T base, allowing the bustling activities slowly calm to a more gradual pace.

A small grumble rumbled deep within Ratchet's chassis, as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Feeling the strain within his optics, caused by the long hours of exposure to the holographic screens of his console. The tension within his cables ached for rest, while he attempted to stretch his tired limbs.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips, "that's all the information you need to know for today. We'll continue tomorrow."

Confusion etched into his faceplates, as an unusual silence greeted him. Ratchet looked over his shoulder, raising an optic ridge as your sleeping form came into view.

Hunching over your desk, arms crossed upon the stainless steel surface, using your forearm as a makeshift pillow to rest your cheek. Hair messily framing your peaceful face, as hidden exhaustion lingered upon your features.

Ratchet slightly shook his head. She needs to stop pushing herself to go beyond than what's necessary, haven't I already expressed that her current efforts is good enough? A small smirk teased his lips, as Ratchet fully faced you. Yes... I have, but her damn stubbornness and persistence always seems to control her motivation, rather than reason... Guess we're not so different.

"Valkyrie... Valkyrie... wake up."

A low grumble escaped your lips as you begun to stir, feeling Ratchet's digit gently poke your shoulder. Stretching your arms across the desks' surface, eyes fluttering and blinking away the tiredness. As your sleepy gaze lazily roamed over the Autobot, watching him crouch down as he possibly could, attempting to make his large frame appear less startling.

"O-Oh... sorry-ah!" discomfort winced across your features, as your tensed muscles caused pain to shoot throughout your back. Refusing to allow you to sit upright, without enduring the stiffness and soreness of being hunched over for so long.

Concern flashed across Ratchet's faceplates, "let me have a look at that-"

"N-No. I'm fine." You spoke through a weak smile, "just a little stiff-"

"Don't try and be proud, it won't get you anywhere in my medbay. Now... let me help."

"Ratchet, you don't- oh!" Your eyes flickered, as the Autobot ran the knuckle of his index digit against your back.

His touch was surprisingly gentle, like he knew how much pressure to use to ease the pain while not causing any further stress. Your posture relaxed a little as you leaned against his touch, a relieved smile framing your lips while a happy sigh escaped. The tightness of your muscles and stiff knots melting away, as his knuckle carefully dug and massaged along your spine.

Ratchet's spark slightly fluttered while you gradually straightened your posture, attempting to lean yourself a little more against his touch. The yellow and red Autobot bit the inside of his cheek, trying to fight a fond smile etching across his faceplates as another happy sigh escaped you.

"Feel better?"

"Yeah... thanks Ratchet."

Your loving smile almost made air get stuck in the medic's vents, causing him to swallow his emotions and clearing his vocal processor. Attempting to keep his voice to it's usual nonchalant tone, "you're... welcome. And... for future reference, I highly recommend that you don't fall asleep at your desk again."

A simple shrug rolled your shoulders, "guess I was more exhausted than I thought I was."

"Yeah well... next time I won't be so helpful. I'll leave you to suffer in discomfort-"

Ratchet swallowed as you gazed at him with a soft pout, your eyes teasing him with a childlike innocence. "Oh... but what if I need your touch to make me feel better?"

Small shocks of electricity zapped throughout his wires, his spark slightly pulsing out of rhythm. Damn it! W-Why does her smile make me...? -

A huff of defeat left him, Ratchet's voice reduced to a slight grumble. "Well... I suppose I could make... a exception-"

"So..." your voice still somewhat held it's teasing tone, as your smile widened. "I take it that I've impressed you enough to outlast your previous interns?"

A small chuckle bubbled under your breath, as your soft gaze noticed a smile teasing the corners of Ratchet's lips. "You've may hold the new record for the longest intern. But... don't think you're out of the dark just yet, the internship has still just started. There's still a chance that you could cut and run, just like the others."

"Don't count on it. I'm not going anywhere."

The Next Day. 6:30am

The soft melody of a familiar song filled the air, creating the soothing atmosphere which Ratchet has grown used to by now as he approached the medbay hangar. Tiredness slowly leaving his blue optics, as his warm gaze fell onto your silhouette.

Blissfully drawing away in your notepad, allowing the radio to envelop you in your own world as you sat at your desk. Occasionally sipping the mug of your usual beverage, which always remained within arms reach.

"You are aware that it's ok to have a lay in, right?"

Ratchet's spark fluttered as you looked up at him, greeting him with that soft, sweet smile that the medic has secretly grown to love. "And have you accuse me of being 'lazy' again? No thanks."

A small chuckle escaped the Autobot as he approached his console. Allowing the holographic screens to flicker to life. "That was a joke and you know it."

A subtle sense of pride slightly swelled in Ratchet's spark, as his blue optics roamed over your sketches of the Cybertronian anatomy. She's definitely improved since the last time I saw those sketches. I... shouldn't really be surprised of what she's capable of by now. Perhaps... she might be ready to assist me more in the medbay soon.

The medic raised an optic ridge as his gaze noticed a few dot points on the opposite page of your sketch. "If I may ask, what are you writing?"

"Just additional notes." You casually spoke. "I got... curious about a couple of things about your species. Honestly, was hoping I could possibly have a better understanding of you- more than just Autobot biology, I mean..." A frustrated sigh escaped you, tossing your datapad aside. "But the N.E.S.T archives regarding your species has missing information."

Ratchet paused for a moment, a flicker of surprise flashing within his optics. "And what... is that, exactly?"

"I've been trying to find more about this... 'Primus'... I hear you and the other Autobots mention his name sometimes. But... who is he?"

W-Well... I wasn't quite expecting that.

Ratchet composed himself, clearing his vocal processor before giving you his undivided attention. "Primus... was an ethereal being whom acted as a force of good and wisdom within the universe. It's foretold that our planet is made up of his very body, and that the AllSpark is the physical incarnation of his lifeforce. As you know, all living Cybertronians have a spark- our equivalent of a soul. All sparks are fragments of Primus' lifeforce."

"So... he's like a deity or a God?"

"Yes... you could say that, I suppose. But he's worshiped in different ways throughout Cybertron. Some view him as 'The Great Creator' or a guardian spirit, while others may believe he's nothing but a legend. But the one thing all Cybertronians agree on is that he gave us life."

Answering him with a silent nod of appreciation, as you jotted down abbreviated dot-points within your notepad. Curiosity begun to creep into your thoughts causing your eyes to flicker up at Ratchet, closing your notepad as you paused for a moment. "Can I ask... what about you? What's your view?"

Ratchet's mouth opened but a heavy sigh tumbled out instead of words. His blue optics studied the genuine curiosity upon your features, but also noticing the soft comfort which shined within your eyes. Almost like a silent reassurance, that you'd accept any answer- even if it was none at all. Making the medic's spark affectionately pulse within its chamber.

"I... never had much faith in Primus growing up." His voice was just loud enough for your to hear. "In my youth, I... preferred more scientific answers for questions about life and what happens after we deactivate- I still do. But... the older I got, and the horrors of war that I saw..." his optics flickered away from you. "I became more open to the idea of a god. I honestly never felt an affinity for worshiping him like some, but now... I do very least respect Primus for giving us life. After all... it's all we have here in this universe of war."

His soft gaze returned to you, only to slightly widen as you simply nodded in acknowledgement. Your gaze still holding soft curiosity- Ratchet couldn't detect any judgement nor scrutiny lingering within your eyes. For if other Cybertronians heard his views, the medic would have received a lecture. But here you were, not only perfectly accepting and understanding Ratchet's views, but... also showed deep interest.

Ratchet raised an optic ridge as he studied your features, as you briefly took a moment to ponder on a thought. Almost as if, you were carefully selecting your words, "w-with the... AllSpark destroyed and... you Autobots being so far away from home. Can you... Can you still 'sense' Primus?"

He paused. It was a fair yet complex question. Something that many Cybertronians struggled with, and even the medic had to admit that he was somewhat confused by the whole thing. "In a way... yes. The AllSpark may be gone... but as long as there are Cybertronians still living, we can still feel his presence. Even on this primitive little planet."

Your sweet, appreciative smile sent Ratchet's spark a flutter, while the gentle warmth within his chassis entangled his wires. Like how one would feel butterflies in their stomach.

"Thanks for talking to me, Ratchet. I know... culture beliefs isn't really a topic most are comfortable with, but... I appreciate you sharing with me."

A subtle smile teased the corners of the Autobot's lips, as Ratchet responded with a simple nod. It had been a long time since he'd had a serious conversation about the more sensitive topics of Cybertron, and... he'd honestly enjoyed it. He was... almost surprised at how easy it had been to talk you, of all people.

"No problem, Valkyrie-"

'Ping.'

A heavy sigh escaped Ratchet, rolling his optics. As a chime from his monitor interrupted the conversation. "But I'm afraid we might need to continue this conversation another time."

As the Autobot turned his back on you, a teasing smile crept upon your lips. "Well... now I know who to thank for giving you good looks."

D-Did she... just...?

Ratchet's spark suddenly skipped a beat. Like a spell, your words caused his body to stiffen, servos pausing in mid-type upon his console's keyboard. Peering over his shoulder, the Autobot's wide-eyed gaze saw your seemingly innocent demeanor, as you continued jotting down things in your notepad.

A gentle warmth rose beneath his faceplates as your eyes briefly flickered up at him. Breath got caught in the medic's thoat, as he noticed the flirtatious, mischievous sparkle within your eyes. The sound of Ratchet's cooling fans joined the humming symphony of monitors and computers, which filled the air of the medbay hangar.

It not like Ratchet wasn't used to the odd flirtatious comments. Before 'The Great War', many femmes would often give the medic such complements. Their voices dripping with a sultry tone that would rile up his spark, while their intimate touch would send an involuntary shudder throughout his frame. But this... this was different.

Whenever you were near, he couldn't help but feel like a moth drawn to a flame. It seemed like you unknowingly had this... way of drawing him out of his own head, making the Autobot forget about his worries and frustrations. Even if... it was just for a little while.

Ratchet would often find himself gazing at your eyes, as if a whole another universe lied behind the captivating colour.

By the AllSpark, why can't I focus?! A heavy sigh escaped the Autobot, as he hunched over the console. Realizing he's been lost within his own thoughts for the past hour. Perhaps I should run a diagnostics check.

But the medic's body freezes once again, as he turns towards his second monitor screen. His jaw slightly dropping, his wide-eyed gaze soaking in the movement of you shrugging off your military jacket and exposing your black crop top. His blue optics traced each curve and contour, while you used your jacket to pat away the sweat from your neck, collarbone and cleavage. Ratchet swallowed slightly and found himself staring at you for a few moments before finding his voice again.

"A-Are you... alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Your voice almost sound breathless. "Just... still getting used to the heat."

"Perhaps... you should take a break."

The Autobot quickly averted his gaze as you looked up at him. Trying to keep his usual, gruff demeanor.

"You sure?" you casually spoke, tossing your jacket over your chair. "I mean... it's still pretty early."

Ratchet simply nodded. "Yes, you've... been working all morning. You... shouldn't over exert yourself. And... Be careful with the heat out there. I'd hate to find a new intern just because you melted away."

Oh... that sweet melody laugh of hers...

"Noted Doc." You spoke between giggles, giving the Autobot a sweet smile despite him having his back towards you. "I won't be long."

The medic released a shaky breath, feeling a slight shiver throughout his frame. What's wrong with me...?

---

The familiar laughter of Lennox and his unit filled the air, drawing your attention to the pool, as they dog-piled and pushed one another into the water. While the harsh vibrations of Sideswipe and Ironhide sparring nearby, rippled throughout the concrete and gravel ground.

"You guys haven't changed a bit."

Lennox looked up, greeting you with a warm smile while using his hand to shield his eyes from the harsh sun. "Ah! I see you've escaped Ratchet. How are you? Still putting up with that attitude of his?"

"Besides feeling a little warm... I'm ok. And Ratchet's not that bad." You spoke between chuckles, giving Lennox's bicep a playful punch.

A few men snickered at your words, as you and Lennox approached the side of the pool.

"You may outlasted the previous interns." The Major smiled, placing his feet into the pool. "But his attitude still sent a few running for the hills-"

"That's because they were incompetent pussies."

The teams snickers turned into full blown laughter, most giving you a simple nod in agreement. A wide grin spread across Lennox's features, his amused gaze flickering at you as you joined his side. Pulling up your camo trousers towards your knee, allowing the cool water to subtlety splash against your legs. "I'll give you that."

"In all seriousness. I'd... be lying if I didn't say that I've been on the receiving end of one of Ratchet's grumpy lectures, or felt him express his temper from time to time." A sweet smile teased the corner of your lips as your eyes flickered down towards the sparkling pool. "But... I do know that he doesn't mean it, and that his words actually comes from a place of care and concern."

Lennox nodded, "we've all felt Ratchet's temper a few times... but I gotta admit. Even though I've never doubted you for a second..." you could feel his soft gaze upon you. "I've honestly never seen him take to someone so well, like he has with you. I think... Ratchet's grown a bit fond of you."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that. I just... learnt how to get through his 'concrete walls'- which required a lot of patience, may I add."

Lennox shook his head, a small scoff escaping him. If only you knew how well you've broken through the walls of that grumpy medic.

"Thanks... for doing what you did to bring me here. It's... been great working with you again, Lennox."

"I wouldn't of had it anyother way. Having you here... has really helped break through the tension that's been hovering over this place for months-"

Clash! Bang!

The sound of Ironhide's and Sideswipe's fists clashing disturbs the air, as their spar now turned into an all out brawl. The flash of a silver fist collided with Ironhide's jaw, while he attempted to tackle the young Corvette Stingray to the ground.

You winced as Ironhide grapled his sparring partner into a headlock, "shouldn't we... stop them?"

Lennox perked his head up, but only to chuckle and wave your concern away with a dismissive hand. "Na it's fine. It's normal for those two to go all out with each other, the bots knows each others limits. Besides, you know me and my boys blow off steam from time to time. The Autobots aren't any different-"

"This... doesn't feel the same as your boys rough housing."

Worry begun to clutch onto your heart, giving it an uncomfortable squeeze as you watched the brawl between the two bots grow more heated and intense. Ironhide's features shifted into a scowl as he began to increase the force behind his blows. A breathless gasp escaped Sideswipe as the gun-metal Autobot punched him square in the abdomen, knocking the breath out of Sideswipe while he fell backwards.

A spine chilling echo of metal harshly creaking and warping filled the air. Your eyes widened as Sideswipe's features twisted in pain, attempting to cradle his ankle joint but also shield his torso from Ironhide's next blow, as he laid upon the ground.

"Man- Autobot down!" You yelled, quickly rushing to your feet. "Autobot down!-"

"Valkyrie?!" Lennox attempted to grab you by the hem of your cargo trousers, but the fabric just slipped through his fingers. "Ironhide! Sideswipe! Medic on field!"

Ironhide's optics widened as you came into view, his gaze instantly softening as realization came to him. Lowering his fist and taking a step back, shock flashed across his faceplate as you came between him and Sideswipe. Not that your height did much to separate the two metal giants.

"You shouldn't have rushed in like that!" Sideswipe protested. "You could of gotten seriously hurt!-"

"Well I didn't." Ignoring the silver Autobot's unamused gaze, as you examined his ankle joint. Gently running a hand over the metal plating which warped outwards, allowing you to see inside. "We're... gonna need to take you to the medbay." It's... not like I'm much help without Ratchet, don't think there's any bandages that comes in 'Autobot size'...

"I'm fine." Sideswipe muttered through his dentas, attempting to hide the pain that shot throughout his frame, as he struggled to get back onto his peds. "N-No need for dramatics-"

"You should know, that pride won't get you anywhere in the presence of a medic." You looked up at Ironhide, "please help him."

Snapping out of his daze, the weapons specialist attention returned to you. "Right... C'mon Sides..."

As Ironhide grabbed Sideswipe's arm, draping it over his shoulders, assisting the silver Autobot to take the weight off his injury. Lennox gently took hold of your forearm.

"Please... be more careful next time." He muttered into your ear, "I really don't want to explain to my higher ups, how our best intern gotten under the peds of an Autobot. And... I'd also rather avoid having that convocation with Ratchet..."

"You know me, Lennox." You spoke with a playful smile. "I'm a medic, of course I'm careful."

A heavy sigh escaped him, allowing your forearm to slip away from his soft grasp. Rubbing his temples, "since when have you been careful, Valkyrie?" I've known you long enough to cause me multiple heart attacks... You also haven't changed a bit.

---

"Ratchet..."

Briefly glancing over his shoulder, Ratchet's optics widened as you and the two Autobot's entered the medbay hangar. His gaze studying Sideswipe, as he leaned onto Ironhide to support his weight.

"Twisted leg piston, possible wire and cable damage within the right ankle joint." You briefly explained, gesturing towards Sideswipe.

A sigh escaped the medic, rolling his optics while approaching his injured comrade. "Let me guess. You and Ironhide got too competitive again?"

"Everything was under control." Sideswipe groaned, as Ironhide carefully sat him down on the medical slab. "Till your girl ran in between us..."

A subtle heat rose beneath the medic's faceplate, as his soft gaze briefly flickered towards you. My... girl? Ratchet quickly shook his helm before the thought could fully load into his processor. Schooling his expression and tone of voice back to his usual demeanor.

"Oh, I'm well aware of how 'under control' you two can be. And Sideswipe..." Ratchet purposely leaned over the silver Autobot, speaking in a gruff mutter as the medic reached for his tools. "She's not 'my' girl."

A low hiss escaped Sideswipe, as Ratchet carefully removed the twisted panel.

"Hold still and don't squirm." He lectured, "I can't fix you, if you're moving around all the time."

Peering into Sideswipe's joint, a small hum rumbled deep within Ratchet's vocal processor. Studying the tangled mess of wires and cables which had somehow got caught around the piston, while the piston itself looked as it was in danger of snapping anytime soon.

Bringing yourself onto your tiptoes, foolishly attempting to bring yourself more to the Autobot's height. Despite only reaching a little more to Ratchet's ankle. Now I know how an ant feels....

"Is there... anything I can do?"

Ironhide chuckled as your voice almost sounded like a concerned child. "That's very sweet, Dollface but Ratchet-"

"Could... actually do with some assistance." The medic interrupted after pausing for a moment. "Come here and take a look."

Ironhide's surprised gaze flickered between you and Ratchet. Before landing on Sideswipe, silently asking his injured comrade. Did I... just hear that right...?

Carefully stepping onto Ratchet's open servo, balancing yourself upon his palm as the Autobot knelt towards you. Unaware of how the simple touch caused his spark to flutter and butterflies entangled his circuits, as Ratchet gently placed you down upon the medical slab. Allowing you to gaze into the opening of Sideswipe's ankle, which almost came to your height.

"What you can do is gently untangle the wires and cables that are in danger of getting damaged even more. I need your... delicate touch, while I bend his piston back into place."

Your heart skipped a beat, warmth rasing to your cheeks as you looked up at the Autobot with a surprised gaze. "I-I'm flattered by the trust and confidence you have in me. But..." you lowered your voice to just above a whisper, "you know I haven't... I don't want to hurt Sideswipe."

Ratchet's gaze softened, his spark sending a subtle warmth of appreciation and... admiration? Throughout his frame. Indeed it was true that the medic very rarely allowed any assistance during situation's such as this- including his own comrades, but him allowing- let alone accepting the assistance of a human? That was unheard of!

But just as you continuously proved time and time again, you wasn't recklessly eager to jump into something which was out of your depth. You genuinely cared about not causing Sideswipe any more pain than necessary, and your expression alone spoke volumes of your concern of messing anything up or worse.

"You won't hurt him." Ratchet assured. "Just go slow and be gentle. I'll be right here."

A sharp hiss escaped Sideswipe, his ped twitching under your touch as your fingers ran over his knotted circuits. Swallowing his nerves, as the Autobot medic shot him a glare while easing the piston back into its proper form. Pink lightly dusted your cheeks and subtle warmth rose to Ratchet's faceplates, whenever your hands briefly brushed against one another. His spark and your heart almost fluttering in sync, as his optics wandered away from your hands to your face.

Finding himself studying your expression. The way your eyes seemed to focus, the way your lips were drawn into a concentrated frown. How your feathered touch effortlessly untangled Sideswipe's wires and cables.

A small smile tugged upon the corners of Ratchet's lips, as you muttered the correct order of each wire and cable as you untangled them. His spark pulsing within its chamber while his servos worked in sync with yours, his soft gaze traveling back up towards your focused expression. It was... like the brief time you've spent together in the medbay had became second nature for the both of you.

"Ratchet... this green wire needs soldering."

Pausing in his work, the Autobot simply gazed at which you were pointing to. Briefly answering with a silent nod, while grabbing a human sized solder-iron and holding it out to you. But only to be greeted by your surprised and wide eyed gaze.

"B-But I-"

"You'll be just fine." Ratchet's soft yet confident smile, sent your heart to skip a beat. Causing the light shade of pink to dust your cheeks even more, "we've gone over the basics of soldering. I trust you to do it yourself."

As you slowly began to solder the green wire back to its connection. Ironhide couldn't help but let a knowing smile stretch across his faceplate, noticing the look of silent praise and support creep across Ratchet's expression.

"There... how does that feel, Side?" you nervously looked up at the silver Autobot as he sat more upright. Gently twisting and bending his ped.

"Not bad... not bad at all. You've got some skill there, Toots." His supportive smile eased your fluttering nerves.

You looked up at Ratchet with a sweet, appreciative gaze as he let out a satisfied hum. "Well... I have a great mentor."

A small pang of pride made his spark pulse a little quicker within it's chamber. Sending zaps of electricity throughout his frame. Her... kindness, her loyalty to our cause, the care and concern she carries. Her... skills as a medic...

Ratchet returned your smile, his optics warm and his expression softer than usual. While placing a new plate to Sideswipe's ankle. "And... I have a pretty good intern."

"I noticed that." Ironhide's teasing tone whispered into the medic's audio receptors, while giving him a playful nudge.

"Noticed what?" A look of irritation sharpened Ratchet's expression. The usual gruff and sarcastic tone creeping back into his words.

The gun-metal Autobot simply rolled his optics, following the medic put away his tools. Briefly looking in your direction with a knowing smile, as Sideswipe carefully placed you back onto the ground. "The way you just looked at her. The look you'd give to... a sparkmate."

Ratchet felt his spark skip a beat at Ironhide's words, heat rose a little more to his faceplates, air almost getting stuck in within his vents. But he tried to shake it all off, schooling his expression to remain natural while giving his comrade a side glance. "Don't be ridiculous. I have no sparkmate..."

A frustrated sigh escaped Ironhide, "oh c'mon! Surely you've heard that every bot has a sparkmate waiting for them! That special someone created just for you, by Primus himself."

"Oh please, Ironhide. I thought you were more logical than to believe a romanticised idea such as that..." Ratchet briefly looked away from his comrade. "It's simply a myth-"

"Um... guys...?" your worried tone interrupted, causing both Autobot's to follow what you were pointing at. "Is the monitor screen supposed to be flashing red?"

A sickening feeling twisted the pits of your stomach, as fear flashed across the Autobot's expression. Their wide optics gazing at the screen as if the energon flowing through them suddenly turned cold. "What...? What's wrong?"

Ratchet's hunched form leaned over the console, a look of alarm forming upon his faceplates, optics widening in disbelief. Only a single word escaped from Ironhide, spitting it out almost as if the word itself tasted like poison upon his glossa.

"Decepticons..."

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