As dinner came, they all sat at their table. Ratchet was still thinking of what he witnessed before. But it instantly left his mind. "Mr and Mrs. Rodriguez, Baby, Hot Rod, this is your waiter, Megatronous. He's studying at Yale Medical school." Sidewire informed them. Megatronous smiled at them as Ratchet's father smiled. Guess he liked the sound of that.
"Megatronous, these are my guests, get them anything they want." Sidewire told Megatronous who simply nodded.
When they were all stuffed they looked at the leftovers. Ratchet's mother stared sadly at it. "Oh, look at all this leftover food...are there still starving children in Europe?" His mother asked him. "Try South-East Asia, Ma." Ratchet told her. She nodded and smiled. Their father turned to Megatronous. "Megatronous, Baby wants to send his leftover pot roast to South-East Asia, so whatever they don't finish you wrap it up." He told the man.
Ratchet saw him snickering to himself. Ratchet then thought of how Megatronous looked familiar...
He remembered him and the man with sunglasses arguing from before dinner. Their father turned to Sidewire, "Sidewire, our Baby's going to change the world." He told the man. Sidewire then turned to Hot Rod. "And what are you going to do, Sir?" He asked. As Hot Rod was about to speak Ratchet cut in. "Oh, Hot Rod's going to do racing."
"Bet he already does..." Megatronous muttered. Hot Rod glanced over at Ratchet. He didn't say anything, he just glared. "I want you to meet someone." Sidewire turned to wrap his arm around a boy's shoulder. "My grandson, Wheeljack. He goes to the Cornell school of hotel mangament." He said. Ratchet suspected it was because he wanted to take over for the summer home.
"Ah, Baby is starting Mount Holyoke in the fall." Their father said. "Ah, great!" Wheeljack happily said. He smiled at Ratchet. Ratchet found it weird...that smile didn't look good on Wheeljack.
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.As the band played the music, Ratchet and Wheeljack danced on the dance floor. Others too. But their dancing was awkward and Ratchet wished he wasn't with Wheeljack. "You going to major in English?" Wheeljack asked. "No, economics of underdeveloped countries." Ratchet corrected. "I'm going into the peace corp." Ratchet added.
"After the final show, I'm going to Mississippi with a couple of bus boys, freedom riding." Wheeljack told him. Ratchet tried to smile but it quickly faded. He knew Wheeljack was trying his best, but his "charms" didn't work on him.
Ratchet soon spotted Megatronous and Hot Rod in the crowd. He didn't like this Megatronous fellow, but he just let it be. The room was so full of people Ratchet felt trapped. Even Sidewire joined the dancing on stage with the conductor for the band.
Everybody started clapping for the two and then quickly went back to dancing. Honestly, even the kids next to them were totally hitting it off better than both him and Wheeljack. 'Show offs.' Ratchet thought. The song reached to a close and two people walked to the middle of the dance floor. Soon, mambo music started playing.
Ratchet recognized the man from earlier. The one with the sunglasses. Wheeljack then turned his attention back to him. He happily started dancing mambo with Ratchet. Ratchet sadly complied. Ratchet wasn't good at dancing, especially at mambo. But whatever made Wheeljack happy...
Ratchet looked over at the two again. "Whos that?" Ratchet asked. "Oh them...they're the dance people." Wheeljack looked and sounded unamused. The two quickly got everyone's attention with their dancing. "They're here to keep the guests happy..." Wheeljack said. Boy, they looked great together. The woman with pink hair and the man with blue hair (Optimus) were great dancers!
They did turns and spins. The two were so in sync. "They shouldn't be showing off with each other, that's not gonna sell lessons." Wheeljack commented. Ratchet was in awe by their dancing. They did a dip and Ratchet just watched, their bodies were so close, almost intimate. He felt something in his heart.
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Dirty Dancing (OptiRatch AU)
FanfictionRatchet goes to a private villa with his family. It is 1963, Ratchet went by "Baby" and he never thought he'd find a man better than his father. But that all changes when he meets Optimus Prime, a dance instructor in this private villa. He falls in...