I bolted upright, to see Ratchet. He was extremely worried. I could almost see clearly. "Easy. You took some damage." He holds his servo out to me and I grab it, nervously. "What happened? I died." Ultra Magnus's voice sounds "No you didn't. I was lucky to find you after you seperated from me." "YOU LEFT ME IN DARKNESS!!!" I scream. Ultra argues "No I didn't. We got seperated."
I step off the berth and Ratchet adjusts my optics one last time. "Better?" He asks. I nod and he walks away. Wheeljack runs to me and hugs me tightly. I slowly put my arms around him as well. "I was worried." He whispers in my ear. I nod "I know."
I am then introduced to everyone and some bot radiated some bad vibes.... Ultra Magnus. I feel like I remembered him, but I couldn't place him. Wheeljack takes me over to the resting area. "Wheeljack, I can walk perfectly fine." I say to which he responds "Doesn't mean I can't carry you." He sets me on his lap and I immediately rest against him. "You missed this?" He asks. I nod and close my optics. "You're warm." I mumble. Jackie laughs quietly and lays back.
Ratchet's Perspective
Soldier had gone over with Wheeljack and rested on top of him. I was back at my area when Optimus walked over to me. "Ratchet." He calls my name. "Yes?" I reply. He goes on "Soldier might have it complicated without having 2 parents to work with." I shrug "he has you, his father, and Wheeljack, his soon to be sparkmate. I'd say that he has it fine."
Optimus reasons "There are times where Soldier might find something that he cannot tell one of us. That is why he might require you." I was shocked at this. "You want me to become a father to him?" I ask turning around. Optimus was still looking at Soldier. "I was referring to what humans would call a stepfather, or an uncle." I sigh "I will look into those things with Ms. Darby and Rafael. I will let you know what I decide. Prime nods in understanding "Thank you, old friend."
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Warriors (Wheeljack X Oc)
RomanceThere once was a mech whose emotions were cursed. If he dare feel something, he would die without worth. Through madness he crept, the son of the dark. He hoped for emotion, to ease his broken spark. Emotion at last, he wept with joy, not knowing at...
