I LOVE YOU DAMMIT!

Me: *makes another angst fanfic with Ratch and Op*

Everyone that reads my work: Ah sh** here we go again...

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After Optimus has had gotten his memory back Ratchet had been a little distant from him...

Ratchet had stayed up more doing work and never talked to him. Optimus had started to become worried...

...

"Ratchet..." Ratchet jumped a little when his name was said. He turned around and looked at Optimus. "Y-yes...?" He asked. "Ever since I've gotten back we haven't talked or anything. Is something the matter. Whenever I'm around you either leave or avert your gaze." Optimus said to him.

Ratchet looked down. "It's nothing...just...it's nothing." He waved his hand a little, dismissing him. "Now, if you excuse me I have some work to do." Ratchet said looking back at the computer. Optimus sighed. "Please Ratchet, tell me. Not as just your leader, but as your friend."

Ratchet bit his lip. "Friend? Right...that's what we are...or..were.." Ratchet said. Optimus looked at him confused. "What do you mean Old Friend?" Ratchet sighed. "Optimus, you call me Old Friend, you say we're friends, but I feel like we're not!" Ratchet turned around, he was angry.

"Ratchet-" "You always keep me in the dark!" He yelled. "I worry about you! But it seems like you don't know or care enough to ever realize how much pain I feel!" Tears began to form. "I've never questioned anything you do! Nothing! I have been loyal and try to be as useful I can be!" Optimus sadly looked at him. "Ratchet I-"

Ratchet cut him off. "You listen to me! You gave Jack the God damn key to Vector Sigma! You knew you weren't coming back! You had me worried, but when I saw Jack with that...do you know how scared I was? Do you know, how much pain, how much anger? You didn't even say goodbye, you didn't say anything! You call us friends, but I don't even know if we really are..."

'This isn't Synthetic Energon talking...this is him, and his thoughts alone.' Optimus thought sadly. Ratchet put his head on Optimus' chest. "I want you to trust me...I care about you Optimus, not just as a medic, but as your friend...but...you don't even notice..." Ratchet said.

"Ratchet...what do you mean?" He asked. Ratchet growled a little. "I LOVE YOU DAMMIT! BUT IT'S LIKE YOU NEVER NOTICE!" Ratchet yelled angrily. "I love you! I love you! I LOVE YOU! I..just don't want you to keep me in the dark...I've been scared. Scared about telling you, scared about what will happen, scared when you get hurt, scared...when you're close to death. I'm scared..." Ratchet said collapsing on the floor.

New tears began to form. Optimus got on his knees and looked Ratchet in the eyes. He grabbed Ratchet and brought them to a kiss. Ratchet was caught off guard as his tears fell. Optimus broke the kiss. "Ratchet, I'm sorry...I'm sorry I never realized.."

Laughter then started to come out of Ratchet, but...it wasn't a happy one nor sad. It was of anger. "Sorry? You're sorry? OPTIMUS, WE'VE BEEN FRIENDS SO MANY YEARS! For Primus sake, it took you this long?!" Ratchet stared into his eyes. They were full of hatred, sadness, and a little bit of happiness. "I just...I just don't want you to not trust me, I want your full trust. I trust you, but it seems like you don't. Please Optimus..."

Optimus was a little quiet. He sighed. "I'm sorry Ratchet...but I don't want to worry you with so much. I don't want to put any more weight on your shoulders...I know you're strong. But I can't...I'm sorry." He said. Ratchet tightened his grip on Optimus' shirt. "I see..." he got up and went back to work. "It's fine...go to bed Optimus. I'll finish up." Optimus grabbed Ratchet's hand. Ratchet turned around.

Optimus brought them to a kiss again. Ratchet tensed a little, but kissed back. Optimus broke it and moved Ratchet's hair out of his face. He placed a hand on the other males cheek. "I love you, Old Friend.." he said. Ratchet smiled softly. "I love you too.."

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Welp, that's done, I thought of this while going to sleep, but I forgot half of it, but I finally made this. Thanks to TheEnchantedQuill who I got the idea from. I got it from on of their stories on Archive of Our Own. Thanks for the idea.

And I'm sorry for making so many angsty stuff, but I've angst because it brings the flavor sometimes. But I do like happy things, but my brain is always like "Make it sad."

Thanks brain....

Anyway, hope you liked it...

-Sam