#dritchet

[medicdoodles]

I'm going feral for the Decepticon/Autobot sizes difference in TFA. Here's something, I guess. Smut undercut

[medicdoodles]

A mashup of IDW and Seige canon of Ratchet and Deadlock, meet and run his underground asylum.

Based on Dialogue trees you get from Futomimi and Sakagahi, when you do the Aferlife Bell quest in SMT Nocturne.

For Ratchlock day.

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There's a stain shaped like a human.

Work hard, do your best, and eventually you'll get somewhere.

When Ratchet transferred from the highest ranked schooling from Vaporex to the political charged state of Iacon, he expected pointed comments. He expected turned up faces. What he didn't know was how much he would be pushed into being an engineer.

Sure he has some skill in the field, many of his professors have left comments on it but never has he imagined being one. However, Ratchet found that his study to become a medic was going nowhere. Everywhere he went all of the classes would refuse his application, but he didn't give up.

If he wasn't going to be an official student he could still go to classes. When other mechs would sneak out or skip lectures he would slip in. Medic trainees would pay him to do their homework and he took it. All this hard work pays off, he gets the top scores, his engineering career is going well too. When his colleagues get hurt he can repair them better than the campus doctors. Then he graduated...

He gets hired to work on ground bridge operations. It doesn't excite him but it was honest work, and he could save enough money to carry equipment for a first aid kit. Once he was shipped off to the outskirts of the Dead End, that's where he finds his calling.

Since all fast travel in the area was decommissioned, Ratchet was forced to drive out to all locations. It wasn't too bad, but since he was the only one willing to do this job he was on his own. That's when he sees in person just how much Cybertron has abandon.

Streets filled with broken mechs and ruined buildings. There's no hope here, and his white paint lights up against the ash filled air, stains the vision of the city. It was silent until a siren went off in the distance. Despite him knowing the police's pensions for brutality, seeing it with his own eyes still frighten him.

"You're going to be okay." He hears a bot the panic in his voice. "Just hang in there, I'm going to get you help. Just hold on." Ratchet makes it to the voice. It was two bots in the middle of the road, both covered in blood. However, one person is down, closer to death.

"I don't think I can...", said bot also coughs up more blood. "Just wait for me to pass on. Then you can scavenge my parts."

"It's not fair." The mech brakes eye contact, looking to the sky. Then he looks towards the siren lights driving away. "They killed the wrong bot..."

"Let me try to help." Ratchet walks up to two mechs. The back mind is yelling at him, he's a ground bridge operator, an engineer, never even picked ot study medic. He can't do this, but he also can't stand here doing nothing. "I can't promise anything, but please I want to help."

They both look at him with a befuddled faces. He knows they shouldn't trust him but something must have broken because they allow him to help. They let him operate, and by the end of it all they thanked him, and for the first time since he left his home village, he felt proud of himself.

That's when Ratchet knew the direction of where is life is going. He would make money fixing and maintaining public works, taking other jobs, and making as much money as he could to build a clinc. He set it up in the center of Dead End, chosen it to give it resistance the fastest access to him. He worked himself tirelessly between these jobs and for the first time in his life. He managed to find success and happiness.

Do you think my life was a success?

Yes

>No

I see... yeah you might be right.

Just when I thought I achieved happiness, my fortune collapsed like a house of cards.

Then the outside world gotten word about it. The Senate at first only saw the healing of Dead End's bots. That they would start to walk around and they would fix the left over peices of the city. Had enough energy to walk around and wanted to start working.

However, Ratchet soon discovered that this was unwanted. That if Dead End successfully pulled itself together and made it possible to be something, then the fundamental ideology of Functionism would be thrown into question. If that where to happen, what other mechs would go against the class systems set forward by them.

It couldn't stand, so they made sure it didn't, and so they set off a bomb. Framed as an accident during transit from the military bases, they had approved of it being set off. Then they approved of some police officers to do a quick sweep of firing rounds to hit what remained. They're mission wasn't to kill anyone but if the managed too, it wasn't seen as a bad thing.

At the time Ratchet was sent off planet to see if he could assist in fixing a space bridge from Lunar-2 to Tyger Pax. Of course when it played on the news he tried to ground bridge there, but couldn't. His first transporters where destroyed, when he did get back, his clinc as well. Then when he made it home, his house was raided too.

Nothing made him feel so powerless than when he was stopped at the front door. A mech had pinned him against the wall of his assigned room and warned him away from returning to Dead End. That if they found out he went back he wouldn't be able to keep his face.

Worse was when the said mech had his hands wonder all over his body, and said next time he gets sent out he has permission to do as he pleases with him. Ratchet also finds all of his funds were frozen out, and when he does get access to them all of the money had disappeared.

You should be careful. You never know what tomorrow may bring...

After all of that, Ratchet still tries to help. He still returns to assist all the mechs of the city. They still look at him with hopefully eyes, but understanding that they could never crawl out by their own strength. Many where mad at him for even letting them entertain the idea. Others where mad for him, after all it was one thing to steal from bots with nothing on them. It was another to kick the bot who tries to give a hand to someone who needs it.

Most bots however, joined the Decepticons. They believed that if the government had been threatened by their peaceful solution then they would coware at their revolution. All of this would lead to their planet dying, not that the blame could be one sided. The Senate and later the Autobots would fight them to standstill.

Ratchet would find himself in the middle of it. At first he tried to stay neutral but the bots of Dead End where quick to bring up the attack. Then it was shaking down his person and finally braking into his home and ransacking his equipment.

Traitor was branded on his door, then on his frame. When Ratchet returned to work with a still orange smelter on his left hip, his friend Wheeljack, help him join the Autobots. For a time he was safe, the squad he joined even allowed him to repair any bot whom he wanted, even Decepticons were allowed to be fixed.

Do you think my life was a success?

>Yes

No

That's what everybody else thought, too.

...until that one day.

That was until a superior officer had came down for a vist. When they saw Ratchet repair two mechs with purple badges, they made it clear to him this would stop. If he gets caught again they would charge him with treason and he would be place on the enemy list. That's when he knew he had to go.

Being a deserter was a lighter charge than being a traitor. With his life on the line again, Ratchet has to go, because he could never leave a bot to die. In his spark he could never leave a mech to die without trying. He gives Wheeljack his coordinates, he trust that mech to only uses it when absolutely necessary.

Or at least he did.

The next time he sees his former colleague the bot had brought in toe a former bailiff turned Assassin. They force Ratchet to hand over everything on his person. The bots he was traveling with where tied down and put into custody of the Prime.

For the first time in my life, I had the urge to kill.

He was left on the ground, one push away from the cliffside. Wheeljack had saved his life but at the freedom of others. That's when he tells him to never find him again. That if he truly is sorry, he would only give that location to mechs who need it. They both promised something that day and that would be the last time he would speak to him, or it seemed.

So much anger,

As the war went on, Ratchet would travel. He would make a portable ground bridge went to the next battlefields and collect both parts and bots left behind to die. Like a Grim Reaper, he walks the path of death. However, he wouldn't take life he would do his best to keep it.

Rumor about his presence as a super natural entity made it easier to avoid authority. Many bots who believed in apparitions would come with him quietly. When he repaired them all of them would stay by him. When two bots of different factions would meet, it was almost always up to him to keep them civil.

Then he ran into Deadlock. The bot he gained feelings for. At first he didn't recognize him, but in private the mech tells him about the time they first met. That he was standing in the middle of the road in his friend's arm about to die. Then he adimts about the time he almost turned him to Megatron.

But the only way he could place Deadlock to the incidents is when he spoke those words to him. "Come on Doc, don't think like that. Everyone has kindness in their hearts."

That's when Ratchet's spark drops. This was the mech who was sent to capture him. Who knew of his habit of helping injured bots and almost trapped him into the Decepticons. Whenever he looks at Deadlock now, all he sees is a bot who has changed course, and doesn't he deserve a chance at it.

Ratchet of course also has a bad habit of letting mechs who hurt him do it again. So they both come to an agreement, he repairs Deadlock and takes him to back. The mech agrees to help him out with his operations.

So that's what they did. Ratchet would travel around and Deadlock would follow in tow. Keeping him safe and holding down bots when their reflexes kicked in. Later when their party had gotten too big to travel around and the building became to full. Deadlock drove off without a word.

Weeks became months and when two years passed by the mech came back. He tells Ratchet that he managed to find a bombed down theater that still had functional power. It was large enough for housing and medical care. When he shows him Ratchet is so relieved that he kisses him on the spot.

Deadlock field goes haywire but he doesn't reject it. Instead he grabs Ratchet's frame and frags him hard and wild, places him on the stage. With his groveling voice yells into Ratchet's microphone pick ups that he can't wait when the crew comes in. That after a long shift of picking up bots and patching up frames they would do this again, and next time they will have an audience to perform for.

That was the only time they had. As most of it was being too exhausted with fixing the building. Making sure that it look destroyed from the outside, having to only fix the bottom floors without collapsing the building from the top proved to be difficult. Even with the mechs he saved helping out, many issuses of resources and planning was still too much to worry about.

So Deadlock planned to search again. He spends his last night just sitting next to Ratchet. Telling him not worry, and he will comm every day just to reassure him of his safety. Ratchet gives him his ground bridge. Tells him to come back immediately after he finds something he thinks will help and that he will pick up his calls even if he can't talk back.

That was the last time they speak together, because once Ratchet was properly situated he update Wheeljack of his location.

There's a stain shaped like a human.

That's when he finds Impactor and things spirals out of control. Between Wheeljack taking Optimus Prime here, their entourage raising tempers and talks about Megatron abuse of the Matrix. Ratchet has to leave.

Many of his mechs encourage him to stay. Prime has no power here and if they want his help he should force the Autobots to promise to leave them alone. He doesn't answer them, he knows Wheeljack has betrayed him before. That the army has force his hands, but something tells him complying is the best option.

He turns to Impactor, tells him to tell the bigger bots to take care of the sick. Ratchet knows that mech has turned himself around and regained his spark. So it comes to a surprise that the mech follows behind him. Defending him from Elita-One and even sacrificing his own frame by pulling his comm out.

They violated him and still Impactor smiles at him, stays with him and gives his life for him. He sees his spark give out, but never sees his new found love of life leave his body.

That mankin died. He died the instant he became human. You see humans cannot exist in the vortex world...

As he boards the Arc, Ratchet gets a call from Deadlock. When he reached to answer the distance is to far.

[medicdoodles]

Dritchet week Day 3: Frail Beauty.

(First Day)||(Day 2)||(Day 4)||(Last Day)

In which Ratchet reflects on the new relationship between himself and Deadlock.

Many bots would tell Ratchet that allowing one mech to save from his financial burden and pay for his new home is dangerous. He believes that so is taking the time to save enough money. Ensuring that he has the resources to escape if this situation goes bad.

Not to say that Deadlock has hurt him, Far from it. Despite him being apart of the Decepticons, he has never been violent towards him. In fact more times than not Deadlock is protecting him from recruits, Oilslick, and even himself. However, Ratchet knows that sometimes a mech can try to do everything in their power to stop the pain, but the can still hurt.

Even now, as both he and Deadlock are are sitting down on the sofa. Watching the last minute of sunlight that hits his almost unused appartment. All Ratchet can think about where are the exits and how would Deadlock react to him running away.

"Can we stay like this a little while longer?" Deadlock snuggles in closer to him. He doesn't change to look up at him but he stays silent waiting for him. What should he say, that he will stay as long as he wants. What is what he wants? What is the timeline and would Deadlock want to bond with him?

Would Ratchet even want to? Being linked to a bot until one of them dies, something like that frightened him. However moments like this, they really tempt him to stay. "I have a few more hours."

"Yeah, I can take that." Deadlock settles down. He holds him down as if he is devouring his touch. Maybe, he is but what fear does he carry?

More important, what is Deadlock's job with the Decepticons? As far as he tells him, he tracks down bots. Apparently he is good at finding mechs. What he does to them he won't say.

Ratchet also doesn't know where that will leave him. If his hire ups one day ask to get rid of him, what will he do. If Ratchet has to leave him, will he track him down. Will abandoning him for his safety cause the opposite effect. Is there a chance that Deadlock will hurt him?

Was the information that Deadlock is Megatron's personal assassin true? What will he do if Ratchet is one day the target of thier ire?

Ratchet has to make another plan, in case he chooses to pull the trigger.

----

Ratchet has a little extra time in the next visit he takes. Deadlock is still asleep at the moment, but Ratchet has managed to get out of his iron grip. So he goes to the kitchen and starts to wash dishes, as the light of dawn peaks through the curtain.

Reflecting on the time that passed, he wonders if they should become exclusive. Sure Ratchet hasn't actively looked for partners to spend his time away from Deadlock, but he also doesn't refuse mechs who give him attention. As of recently though, Ratchet has been saying no to those kinds of offers. Instead opting to stay the night with Deadlock.

Has Deadlock done the same, he doesn't know, not really. All Ratchet can do is take his word that he doesn't. That he is loyal to him while he is at work. Work that he hasn't been told what it is.

He picked up that Deadlock liked to sleep around with medics. If the con finds out that Ratchet is just a space bridge engineer, will he leave. He wouldn't blame him. Ratchet would want honesty from his lover, it's only fair to assume he will too.

"Hey." The voice coming from the room to the kitchen is soft. As if they speak any louder will wake him up. "I got a call from base. All personal have to return to their station." He rubs the back of his head, trying to look apologetic. "You can stay here longer if you like. I'll leave a spare key for you." He places the physical item on the counter in between them.

"Oh..." had he not realised that giving him permission to his appartment was dangerous. It also is something that only intimate lovers would do. "Thanks" he sets the container he was cleaning aside and picks up the next one. "But I will just stay until the dishes are done. I don't want to overstay my welcome."

Before he can put the foam cleanser onto the sponge, Deadlock rushes to his side and takes his hands. "You won't. Promise." He moves to intertwine their hands together. "If anything, I wish you would stay here. Maybe even move in together."

"I-" honest, Deadlock is being honest with him and all he can do is cower. Truth be told Deadlock being a Decepticon frightened him. Being apart of the war frightened him, and the fact that Deadlock is leaving at thier command is also fearful. "I can't."

He drops their hold. His field sends waves of resurgence but deep down he can feel hurt and contempt. It was faint as to be an anomaly, but Ratchet isn't one to let anomalies go unrecorded. It's how he will make sure to not get caught again.

"Okay" Deadlock pulls away making his way out. "Just know if you ever need to come in. You don't have to ask, just use the key and stay as long as you like." He doesn't look back, but he stays by the door, waiting for his response.

"I'll keep it in mind." With that Deadlock leaves. Leaves and returns to the Decepticons. As long as that mech is a part of that group and their war, Ratchet will always come in second. This would be the last time the world would leave them in peace. Had he know at the time this beauty would be so frail, he would have force him to stay longer.

He would have told Deadlock that he wanted to be lovers, not just promise exclusively.

[medicdoodles]

For Day 1 of Dritchet Week 2022: Hungry and Pain

||(Day 2)||(Day 3)||(Last Day)

Siege Ratchlock. After two bots beat the hell out of Drift he meets a kind mech with a kond touch. A touch that will leave him with a hunger he can't fill.

The Dead End, damp, cold, unyielding and cruel to all of it's citizens. Old bots or new, here not even the light of the sun would give it's people hope.

Drift was a straggler, whatever whites he had were long soild. The aches, damage, pain on his frame have long pass the point of background static. Walking with no direction, walking because it made time move forward faster. Because it was harder than to let his thoughts take over.

"Like that one." An enforcer voice clip rang in Drift's microphone. "You there, we're investigating this rumor and would like your cooperation." They speed up to catch up to him.

Drift keeps walking, he stop caring a long time ago about bots trying to talk to him. "There's talk of a medic running an unauthorized medical center here in Dead End. Have you any information?"

"No." Primus, what kind of idiot would build a hospital here. They're just going to get their supplies stolen. That's not including whatever gang leader plan for them.

"Maybe we ought to smoke him out." The other bot following him to his left said. "Obviously these low lifes ain't gonna to tells us where their biggest hit will come from."

They push Drift to the ground, one of the microphones in his finals blew out. The metal crack in half, and one of the enforcers bent in his armor inwards. The exhaust goes up his throat, the fine grounded energon leave his mouth full of grit. The bands on in his engine snap, and it starts to click as the first warning of his system about to dying.

-----

There was a touch...

It was gentle, kind, coaxing him to wake up. Then a soft light enters his vision, too blurry to figure out where he is. Nothing really but a nice cyan blue against a faint gold aura. Drift didn't want to get up. You think being dead wouldn't hurt this much. Or even that you get to sleep in more but no, guess the universe doesn't work like that.

"Come on...", a voice came from the left side of his frame spoke. It too was soft, even though the it was on the lower register. "I know it hurts but please wake up." Melodic, cooing at his mic, making the fins flutter. However, it also carried a sorrow to it. As if it already knows that Drift has past away.

That soft touch turns into a gentle caress. It first pinches his dulled claws, then it moves to hold his hand. It feels so good that when it tries to move away Drift tightens around the retreating hand and pulls them closer. "Not yet..." Drift couldn't recognize his own voice. There was too much static, flipping through to many different stations to try to sound coherent. "Just a few more seconds..." he tries to plead with the kind touch.

Drift is not too sure about how he wakes up. All he sees is that bright cyan turn into a handsome face with the most divine smile. He can feel his intake start to go dry, and a hunger he's never known form. The way the other mech's field intermingled with his, relief joy and pride. It was all so beautiful and that's when he knows that he could never be full again, not without that wonderful field around him.

He finally opens his eyes and really looks back at the mech. "Oh thank Goodness." The mostly white bot squeezes their hands. "Your alright." His grey faceplate stopped worrying showing his true beauty.

"Yeah... I guess I am." How could either of them know that Ratchet would doom him completely.

[medicdoodles]

DRAtchet Week 2022 Day 4: Great Things do Happen.

(First Day)||(Day 3)||(Day 5)||(Last Day)

Deadlock knows that the war will shift soon. So he goes and looks for work with no strings attached.

The war is going to escalate soon. Deadlock had no real prove of this, but last time he ignored this feeling he ended up left behind. High command is going to have him sign a contract to only do work for them. While a long time ago he would have liked that. To have one guarantee.

The truth is he has Ratchet to think about, not that the mech has said anything about wanting to bond or anything. Deadlock still has to take care of his lover. He knows that Ratchet would not want to join any side of this conflict. Having other bots dictate who he is and isn't allowed to fix is against his coding.

That means that if he wants to keep Ratchet, he will have to find honest work. Easier said than done, honestly he's tried that before. However, this time he won't take no for an answer. If he has to he will threaten bots to give him the work.

Damn, if he hadn't bought Ratchet that nice house he would have a good amount left over, but it's not a regret he has. Ratchet likes it, likes it enough to stay there even if Deadlock has offered his nicer appartment.

There's still time for him to take up more contracts. At this point he will even agree to the Senate's dirty work that pays less than a cube of energon just to save more. Doing all of the bounties also gets him in the spotlight of other assassins, who normally took the scraps he leaves behind. Now he has to time the last job he'll take and when he will excuse himself from the Decepticon army.

"17000 is starting pay. All you have to do is stay in alt mode and follow the directions of the stunt director." The recruiter he ran into while staying at the motel parking lot in between jobs says to him.

"17000, no insurance?" Deadlock should be angry about risking his life for less than two meals, but it sounds like steady work and anonymity. Really the only downside so far is that they expect him to tour with the group.

"No we have one mechanic on site but the talent is top priority, get it." An opening.

"So what if I wave my right to go to him for repairs, could you up my pay?" The mech isn't surprised. He supposes that the other bots who are dumb enough to take this job are also desperate.

"It goes to 30000." The bot sighs as he scratches the build up in his microphones.

"Deal." Deadlock holds his hand out to shake on it.

"Deal. Your first day is in a week. If you're late on showing up your fired." Should he be intimidated, his Ratchet has a remote ground bridge he sure he can ask to borrow it.

----

Fuck, they didn't tell him that the mech they hired to preform the stunts had never done any before. No it was only after he crashed into him and five other cars in the fire pit that they tell him. Most of the performers were a bunch of pretty looking younglings, who were easily preyed upon or hatchlings that had just grew up around the stunts.

Really only the bot from Nyon with a fire outlier ability has any control over his performance. Which Deadlock has a lot of issues with, and now has to make sure all these kids don't get hurt. He also takes up teaching the sharp shooters how to properly fire their own blasters.

All that work and he gets to go home with three new scorch marks, a broken fender, and a twisted back tire. At least they are off for the next two days due to bad weather. So he's going to get home rest on the couch and call Ratchet tomorrow.

That was until he gets into his appartment. Opening the door with a physical lock is a pain in the ass but it was safer to have two locks instead of the standard code lock. Walking into the room Ratchet is asleep on his couch. One arm wrapped around the blanket that he uses. Another one is holding the wax, theres now a new dent in the center.

His spark is about to give out. Ratchet has chosen to be here, in his hovel because he missed him. That he is the one that comforts him and trust him. How couldn't he, when Ratchet has had just as much hardships as he, how couldn't he. It's almost a shame to wake him, but the faster it's done. The faster he can sweep him off his feet and carry him to the bed.

"Hey." He shakes Ratchet's leg, gently nudging him to wake up. "I just got home.", he watches as Ratchet's eyes blink back on and synergize to his processor.

"Huh, Deadlock." Ratchet doesn't move but he does follow his movements aroubd with his eyes.

"Yeah I got off of work. So I'm going to go to bed." He can feel the smile burn onto his face. Primus imagine getting to spend the rest of his life waking up to this kind of Ratchet. He truly would be blessed. "I was hoping to get you to join me."

"Oh." He lets go of the blanket to wrap his arms around him. "Fine, but you have to pick me up."

"Of course." Like that was some kind of punishment. He scoops up both leg in one arm, the other grabs his shoulders. Or he would have, if it wasn't for the shots that got his left side.

His leg gives out and make sure Ratchet is okay he drops him back on the couch. He falls to the floor and sees the legs of the seat snap. It hits the floor hard, kicking up all the dust coating both their frames. Now his wonds are stinging.

"What happened?" Ratchet is now climbing off the couch and examining the damage. He's on his frame, legs lock around his and it's starting to get hard to think.

"It's nothing to serious I just got a bit ding up at work." That has the opposite effect as Ratchet is now digging deeper into his frame, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. "I was going to tell you tomorrow over diner but I got a job at the circus."

"The Circus?" Ratchet then runs his hands on the bent fender and twist it back into place. "What about the Decepticons? Are you not getting paid enough?" He looks back at him. "Do you need help?" They've been this close before, but never did Deadlock take the time to notice how sullen his eyes are.

"I'm planning to leave the Cons." That now gives him a bewildered look. That's a new one and damn if it doesn't look cute. "I just have to submit my two weeks."

Ratchet is shocked, so much so that he stops his examination. One hand steadies them, the other is hovering right above the bullet wound. "Really?" He doesn't move, so expressionless that Deadlock is starting to worry.

"Yes. In the next two weeks I will officially be apart of the stunt act and out of the Decepticon army." Ratchet still stays silent, and he moves to comfort him. Or he would have if Ratchet didn't suddenly push him to the ground again and kisses his face. He would like to return it but fingers dig deep into his wound and it hurt like hell again.

He wouldn't trade it for the world, he even starts to see his vision pixelate. Great things do happen, and for a while Deadlock was sure that he found happiness. It would be the law of the universe that he will drive into the worse sadness of his life.

[medicdoodles]

(Chapter 1)||(Chapter 4)

After a year or so I finally finish this little fic. It was going to have angst but nope thia ia pretty much fluff.

Drift finally admits his feelings and gets a laughing Ratchet.

Safe.

Safe and warm, feelings that Drift hasn't experience together, or at all. Even when he has the chance to sleep here aboard the lost light, sleeping in his own room never gives him this kind of peace.

Managing to open optics he catches a face next to his, that face. However, it was so serene, truly at peace. Even in Drift's dreams, Ratchet is never this relaxed, peaceful.

It wouldn't make sense if this scene was real though. Having Ratchet so close, seeing him so vulnerable and relaxed, it couldn't be anything but a dream. The medic then shifts closer, rubbing his helm against him, and that's what confirms to Drift he's dreaming.

Since he is dreaming it wouldn't hurt to give him a kiss. First a small press of the lips, more of a sample to get his mouth wet. Then he digs in, opening the mouth, dragging his fangs to barely scratch his lips. Pushing his glossa in to lick his partner, trying anything to taste him.

Drift was so into it that he fail to notice Ratchet's optics turning on. Missed how his hands were moving to push him off. He especially didn't see Rodimus get up from the desk chair and ask what the hell was happening.

So it was a hard wake up call when his back hits the ground hard. Looking up he sees Ratchet sit up trying to make sense of what happened. Putting one hand on his helm, bitting his littlest digit, trying to avoid contact with anyone.

"Ratchet-" Drift sits up, moving one arm up to try to smooth him with his touch.

"Please don't." His voice is shaking, no, all of him is shaking. "I- I need some time to think."

"Let me just explain it-"

"Drift please."

"Ratchet, I-"

"Please just stop."

"Ratchet I love you!" The room is silent, but Ratchet is finally looking at him. This is his chance to explain himself. If Drift fucks this up he will lose him forever. To be honest he doesn't want to, he's scared, but losing Ratchet is a worse thought.

"I love you." He starts again, this time he reaches to touches his fingers. "So when I woke up next to you I thought I was dreaming." He places himself to sit a bit closer to him, trying to feel the other bots field, wanting to understand him.

"I have something to get off my chest too." Rodimus' voice comes from the other side of the room. The two of them shifts their gaze to meet his. Ratchet grips his fingers together, for support, and he was going to give him. "Truth is, I- didn't mean to ask you out."

Sneaking a glace at Ratchet, he can see disappointment in his eyes. Drift gives his hand a squeeze in an attempt to show his support. Letting comfort and sympathy fills his field, he wants the medic understand that he will be there for him.

"See...", Rodimus rubs the back of his head and gets off of the chair, making his way towards them. "Drift had ask me if I could ask you out for him." Rodimus puts his hands down and starts twiddling his digits. "Then we started going out. I meant to tell you about it, but then I say you smile and you were happy. And-"

Ratchet let's go of Drift to stand next to Rodimus. The two of them gaze back to each other. Whatever is going on was enough to calm them down. "I want to ask of Drift can join us too? That is if you still want to have, whatever it is that we have."

Something in the mood shifts, lighter and the tension between them lifts. Then the most unexpected sound hits his audio fins, Ratchet bends over and Rodimus flinches back. He's laughing, Ratchet is hurled over side ways and is laughing without a care. It sends a shiver down his spine and Rodimus' hands hovers around him.

"If Roller were here he would be breaking his hydrolics." He settles down, dragging Rodimus down to sit down on the mat on the floor. "But I think we should ask Drift?", he looks back at him, hopeful but not desperate. "So how about Drift? Want to join us?"

"Yes." Drift shoves his head to go on his lap, trying get Ratchet to pet him.

"Us, huh?" Rodimus reaches over to pet him too, fragger gives him a slag eating too. "Does that mean you still want me?"

"Do you want to break it up?" The two of them look back at each other, Rodimus face drops to neutral but something about him is waiting for, something, rejection maybe.

"No... but-"

"Don't dwell on it to much then." Ratchet effectively shushing him with a digit in his lips. "Unless Drift has something to say."

"We'll work it out." Drift let's his engine purr, "I'm okay with sharing, but are you sure you can handle it?" He can't help to tease, "After all you are to old for this kind of scrap."

"Hey-", Rodimus jumps in before Ratchet can answer. "If he can handle Pharma and whatever he and Optimus had with Megatron. The two of us are practically sweet wells and carbon fiber."

"How did you know about those?"

"Uhhh forget it. I never said anything, okay?" Rodimus grabs Ratchet's face and kisses him. "I promise to give you more if you just let that go."

They kiss again, until Ratchet breaks it off to give Drift a peck on his helm. "Okay. Consider the deal made." Ratchet gets up and makes his way towards the door. "With that statement, I better get back to 'Aid. He's been ping for me about a minute ago."

"Bye Ratchet." Drift gives him a small wave. However, Rodimus knows that to get to Ratchet, you have to make him flustered.

"May you honor us by bring havoc to the Medbay." The prime then stands up and bows when Ratchet looks back at him.

"How about I honor you tonight?" Ratchet blows a kiss to the two of them. "That is if you two have the energy to see me at my place that is."

"Yes." They may get into trouble again but it would be worth it. Entering this together will be worth it even if they need to learn to share.

[medicdoodles]

Dritchet week 2022 Day 2: Promised Land

||(Day 1)||(Day 3)||(Last Day)

There's a Virus that is going that will reunite Deadlock to the mech that helped him.

Tw: for refereference of financial abuse. It happens in the last portion of the fic. And surgery for a lodge bullet wound at the beginning. While I tried to make more like a mechanic pulling out peices of the engine, it still something to weary of it.

He was saved by a space bridge engineer. Not a nurse, not a doctor, not even a damn medic. No just an of the so called neutral parties whom claim to only wish to help, but they never want to. Deadlock would have to bring up the law to force them.

So how pathetic must he be to still be weak for any mech with a soft touch. Deadlock has a reputation for fragging medics, but that wasn't entirely true. He also goes for former clockmakers or mechanics, or any bot who could make his engine purr properly. He's looking for a mech who could match the touch of the engineer, or at least get close enough.

So when a new viruse hits the Decepticon base he currently is stationed at. Many of his comrades give him a knowing look. High command managed to get some mechs who would come in to investigate the illness. The first order of business is that all personal would be quarantined until further notice. That's when the doctors will go into each individual room, and stay until they get an all clear.

At least three full days with a mech with a good touch all to himself. Yeah, they all already know that he's going to come out with another file in his folder.

A knock on the door, his doctor, his target. "Please stand stand back while I setup the sanitation ionization." That voice... "Good. I will now enter your room." The lock blinks three times red, turns green as the door opens and in comes in his doctor.

His doctor, that damn space bridge engineer. With a soft grey faceplate, a darker Chevron amongst pearlescent plating. If only he had his golden aura, then Deadlock would truly be in the well.

"Well, well." Deadlock moves to hover over him. "Surprise to see you here, doc." The mech flinches, guess he doesn't like being reminded that he isn't under the board. "Didn't imagine that they would manage to get someone like you to help us lowlifes."

"Don't say that." Ooo he's got a fire in him. "All bots deserve help." He leads Deadlock to the berth, guiding down with more than a suggestion than force. "Alright." he pulls out a medical scanner. It usually something you would notice, not until someone points it out. "Scans are coming out good." He rattles the thing as if it would suddenly change the results.

Deadlock gives him a smug look. Yeah he's done his best to make sure the mech's hard work wasn't undone. It wasn't for praise, since he didn't know if they would ever meet up again. If he was being completely honest, the idea of him being the last mech to touch him deeply sits well with him. "So green across the board, doc?"

"Hum. I wouldn't say that." He digs two finger into the swivel underneath his chassis. Fuck did that hurt, he tries to hold the cleanser back. "You have a deep cut here. Your suspensions are shot and the serpentine belt are five turns from snapping."

There's a small smile hiding underneath all that professionalism, one that Deadlock is more than happy to pull out. The mech then grabs his faceplate, forcing Deadlock to look at him and forcing his mouth open. He literal takes the words out of his mouth as he pops open and uses his flashlight. "You also have a chipped fang and your energon filter is almost full." He gets his fingers out of his mouth.

"I thought you said I was doing good." Deadlock lips are still pursued, like he was waiting for a kiss. Ratchet then pulls him back down and closes his mouth. He still has that small hidden smile, he was enjoying himself.

"In terms of the virus going around, you had no contact. And considering what you Decepticons do, only having one major injury, I say you're doing well for yourself." He makes notes on the scanner, angling it so Deadlock could have a better look. "Anything else you'd like to bring up? Sometimes diagnosis can't really get everything." He has his finger hovering over the save button.

"Yeah..." he moves closer. "See I have this thing on my lip." He gives him space to let him look at him. Deadlock returns the smug smile. "The only way to cure it is if you give it a kiss." He makes obnoxious kissing sounds, he probably would have chase the mech down but the gentle caress on chest stops him.

"Well I'll look into that too." The mech walks back to the entrance. "But first lets get all of these kinks in order." He stands by the door, not doing anything. Was he getting his bearing or did Deadlock come on to strong? "By the way." He looks back at him, and damn if that full smile didn't look good on him. "You should take this time to learn some manners and try asking for a date first, okay."

"How about your name?", and he walked out.

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"Oww." Deadlock whines as the mech pulls out the stray bullet that was logged underneath his armor is being yanked out. It is a good thing that the quarantine shields also block out sounds. Because the last thing he wants the team hearing cry about some little wound. Well it was more because that little wound was his fault.

"I put in five pain numbing chips." The mech uses his right hand to hold him in place. "Sorry, none of your files mentioned that you burn through them this quickly." He unspools more of the cords from the side of his body. Yikes he's pretty sure those aren't supposed to be out like this. "Okay I got it."

If he cried like a new spark, no he didn't. The mech starts to wipe down the cables he pulled out. His touch is still gentle... "So..." he looks down, wanting to see him work again. "What's my status?"

"Well I got the bullet out, though it is strange that it is a metal one..." it is true, sliver metal is expensive to get, and even more to use. However it has a better chance of slowing down a mech on the run, as normal energon shots instantly cauterize the wound. The down side is that they need a lot of training for proper care. One that Deadlock didn't have at the time he fired it. "But I don't want to start the other surgeries just yet. You still have to flush out the pain chips before I can use the blockers."

"Ohhh..." he feels heat growing up in his faceplate. Should he ask for the doctor's name? Or maybe he should ask about how the operation of his fang will go? He should at least say something and not lay here mute.

"Unfortunately I don't have any with me right now. So after this I'll have to go outside." He gives the joints that bend his leg a shake, like some kind of youngling. "That will give you at least more time to get some manners."

He gives him a scoff, "Says the mech who has his arms three meters deep in my internals." Then a yelp escapes his lips as said mech tugs a cord a little too hard. "Hey if I have to get manners, then you have to get better bedside manners."

"Excuse me?" Oh that fire in his eyes is back. The mech doesn't mess with his frame again, no he just keeps plugging cords back into their connectors. This time he gives them a nice rub.

"I'm just saying that it wouldn't hurt you to be a little sweeter to ya patients."

"Yeah." He finish putting everything back in his body. He pulls a bigger surprise by patching the wound and giving the still cooling metal a kiss. It was more of a ghost kiss than anything else. "Is this what you want? Me kissing your boo boos and rubbing your head like a good little mech."

"It would be a start." Deadlock takes the other bot's hand and moves them to his lips.

"Too bad." Before he could kiss them, they're snatched out of his grip. "Now I have to get those blockers. So just stay there and don't get up." The mech gets up and goes for the door.

"Wait." Deadlock knows he'll be back, but he has to get this off his chest. "How about I show you how nice I can be? Say over a nice dinner, my treat."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, once all of this is over. Just look for me and I'll take you somewhere fancy."

"Well..." sweet Primus he's considering it. "I don't really date my patients."

"Good thing once this is over I won't be."

"And I don't even know your name."

"Deadlock. The name is Deadlock."

The mech scans the door and stands for the sanitation system to clear him. He turns to walk away, and he almost leaves without an answer.

"Ratchet."

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After all the noise that was the virus running around the base, Deadlock finally gets to leave his damn room. More importantly he gets to go on that date he promised to Ratchet.

Buffing his armor and waxing his face. He wants to be extra tempting tonight, because despite his plan to berth the mech. Deadlock didn't make that happen, so better to have insurance.

He makes his way towards a high end bar in the middle of Praxis. As one of the few cities still completely neutral, it allows him to spoil Ratchet. That and the owner still owes him from saving his business, so he gets unrestricted access to one of the private rooms.

"I must admit." Ratchet comes from the corner of the street, looking up and examining the building. Neon lights bounce off his frame. "This is a pretty swanky place." When he's satisfied with where they would go to, he turns around giving Deadlock a smile.

"Well if it isn't Ratchet?" Before either of them could say another one to each other another mech comes in. He isn't much to look at, and Deadlock certainly isn't threatened. However, he sees that his date is tense and that doesn't sit well with him. "I'm surprised you can afford to go to a place like this."

"I can't." Ratchet wraps himself in Deadlock's embrace as if he could physically block him. For his part the con deepens the hug, flaring his plating to imitate the newcomer. "My date here is the one treated me."

The mech gives a hard look, evaluating if Deadlock could actually afford it or not. "Somehow I don't believe you..." Okay, this asshole is going to-

"That doesn't matter." Ratchet tries to lead them to the building, but he doesn't let him. Deadlock isn't going to let that mech talk to Ratchet like that. "That's the truth."

There's a sinister smile that passes through that mech's face. "Oh yeah." Then he moves to enter the club. "Then maybe you can convince him to pay for my drinks too." He laughs away or he could. Until he reaches to the bouncer and looks back. "By the way Ratchet." He waits for his full undivided attention. "That's going to be another 100, since you clearly can afford it."

As the mech is allowed to go in, Ratchet just shuts down. Deadlock realise that when he guids him to the pent lounge and sits him down at the seat that hits the corner. "No..." Ratchet says in nothing but a whisper. "I was so close."

"Hey." He won't let that mech ruin this date or let him get one over Ratchet. "What was all that about?" Deadlock is firm, he needs Ratchet to know that through thick and thin he wants to be here.

"Nothing... it's nothing."

"Try again." He slams his hand on the table, scarring away the minicon that was assigned as their waiter. Ratchet is still passive, nothing like that sassy mech he was stuck with for five days. "C'mon Ratchet. I want to be able to help."

"Oilslick." He doesn't change much but having a name is something he can work with. "I don't know how much you know about how sponsors work." Ratchet shifts his position to put his hands on the table to rub them and soothe himself. Deadlock puts one hand to join him. "But when you join the academy, they pay for your tuition. They do that to encourage more bots to join in. However it gets quite expensive." Ratchet shifts his hold to put his hands in between his, and darn if it didn't feel good. "To mitigate the cost, they sell the debt to places that will hire mechs. So not too strange to see mechs get stuck in as servants to the places they work. Most of the times the intrest rates are outrageous to make sure talents stay in one place."

"And he bought yours."

Ratchet nods but still doesn't look at him. "He got me at a discount." Deadlock does his best to keep his rage in line. "It's hard to get work when you have a record for malpractice."

He supposes that Ratchet thinks that this would shock him, and when he found out it did. How could any engineers have a touch like his, but he figured that not being a doctor would get you flagged by the Senate. "So he lords that record over you?"

"Yeah... calls me a financial lost. So he charges what he thinks I should have been making for him." He's starting to cry. "I was finally so close to pay it off. Just one more job I would have had the money. I could have gotten out of there."

Deadlock can't stand this. He was never good at being comforting, but for Ratchet- "There, there." He forces him into his embrace, letting him hide his shame between his frame. "It's going to be okay. We'll find a way to get you out."

"Huh?" Ratchet looks up as if he misunderstood what he said.

"I know this is our first date, but I need you to know I'm going to help you through this. Even if this thing between us doesn't work out. I want you to know that I will get you out of this." Ratchet field is erratic, he's scared to trust him. "You saved my life." He moves to pet his head. "Let me pay it forward."

It's a tall ask. To hand over years of gear and worry. To take the thing his worked the hardest at and to let go. However, if Deadlock can do this, why shouldn't he. If getting Ratchet to a promise land for a small fee. Then yeah it would be worth it.

What he failed to think about is how much the travel to reach there would take.

[medicdoodles]

Dratchet Week Day Seven : (Free Space): They finally talk about what they want in a relationship and Ratchet drops his darkest secret.   

(Ch. 1) || (Ch.6) ||

This is from my Younger!Former Decepticon!Ratchet/Older!Drift AU. No Beta.

Uhhh they talk about what they want from each other and then cliff hanger on Megatron jumping onto the ship.

It had been a few months since Ratchet had switched his hands off to First Aid. Both he and Drift had set a routine of setting aside one hour for messages every two days. So far they made process in that Ratchet pain was tolerable. It would never go away completely, but as long as he keep to the schedule, then he would be okay.

Now that their schedules caught up to a day they both had off and Drift prompts a date. He even uses the word date, and to his surprise Ratchet says he would like to meet up at his place. So here Drift waits, he had polish himself, clean up his room, and even took out the fancy set of cups.

He takes the time to look at his face in the mirror. Seeing if his past shows up in his looks. If the hope of tomorrow is there, scares. Wrinkles, he's a lot older than he looks, much older than someone who should be pursuing Ratchet. Drift thinks if his face shows that, then Ratchet will know it and he might lose his chance.

A ping on his comm and a knock on the door, tells him Ratchet's here. He goes to open let him in. "I'm glad you can make it." Drift escorts him to the couch in the foot of his bed.

"Thank you for inviting me." Ratchet takes a set and Drift pours some of his best energon. "So... I'm going to just be straight forward and ask what are you looking for in our relationship?"

"Oh..." Drift places the bottle in the center of the table and make his way on the opposite end. "I hoped that we would get to know each other. Find out we're a match. Move in together and maybe,probably at the end of the road, bond." He can feel the flush reach his face.

"Bond, huh..." Ratchet then fiddles his fingers on the edge of the couch. "Not many bots know this and I rather keep it that way, but..." Ratchet puts one arm to hover over the table, hand flipped over, and exposed his wrist port. There's a Decepticon brand etched into it. "I'm already spark bound to Megatron." He looks away from Drift. "He is my conjunx."

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Haha so this is bait for my Megaratch story that follows Shakie boy’s Marc Antony and Cleopatra story prequel