Warning:
Fluff
Wheeljack's P.O.V:
I've just been awoken by a loud noise coming from the main room of the bunker. I quietly shuffle off of my berth. I exit my room, slowly walking through the bunker hallways in an attempt to not wake anyone up. Once I reach the main room I can see a figure working by the computers in dim light. I sigh as I recognise the figure, moving out of the shadows of the bunker. "Doc? What are you doing up this late?" The mech flinches as my voice echoes through the large room.
Ratchet's P.O.V:
I slowly turn around as the voice of my fellow Autobot breaks the silence of the room. I look down at my peds, refusing to look at the other mech. I move my optics to look at him while starting to say "I'm just finishing up a few things."
"Sweet Sparks-," I flinch at the nickname name the other mech had started calling me a few weeks after the start of our relationship. Wheeljack sighs after he sees me flinch and starts walking towards me as I stare back down at my peds. He places his head on my shoulder as he wraps his arms around my torso, taking a small tool out of my digits that I had forgotten I was holding and placing it down on a desk. He held me close as he started whispering in my audio sensors "You need to stop putting so much pressure on yourself Doc, you're exhausted." I sigh in defeat as he slowly leads me away from my station and into the hallways, stopping when we are in front of his room. The doors automatically open as he leads me to his berth and lets go of me. I look at him and look back at the berth. I exhale deeply and lay down on the berth only capable of muttering "I suppose a short nap won't do much harm," as I fell into recharge under the watchful eye of my Spark mate.
