Ratchet x wheeljack >wheelchet<

1 The prologue

It was a peaceful day and almost everyone at the base had went scouting. Only one who had stayed behind was ratchet, who, like always, was deep in his work. He had tried locating the nemesis, organizing files, cleaning medical supplies and making sure medbay is ready in, and for every occasion, stabilizing groundbridge malfunctions and alot more. He had worked day and night for a week with no rest, but like always, he kept going and did his duties.

He always tried to do his best, pushed over his limits, just to make sure his team would be ok. He didn't care about his own health, his own needs, as long as everyone else would fine. He didn't mind that everyone said and thought that he is a grump, Rude and emotionless, because he knew....he knew he did it for others. But sometimes it would get hard...hard to stay away...
He didn't want to get close to anyone. He cared about everyone, but he didn't want to feel like that again...the hurt and the pain of losing someone who you deeply care about and someone who does the same for you...

He remembered when he still smiled everyday. But not because of relief that someone hadn't died, no. Before that he smiled because he was happy, genuinely happy. He wasn't close to everyone, but he wasn't as grumpy and....tired as now. He still missed it, the feeling someone holding him, joking with him, being there for him, loving him...
He missed the time when ironhide was here.

After ironhide went offline in the fight of tygerpax he hadn't made any close relationships. Only talking to optimus, his oldest friend, who he didn't open up to. Not even if optimus asked to let his walls down. He couldn't! Relationships and getting too attached will only make things worse! His point was proven when optimus went missing and he almost gave up. He has been like this over 2 million years and will go more...
He went these thoughts through his head every day, convincing himself that it's better this way.

Tho there was a one thing that made him doubt himself, made him doubt that could it be better with someone...that could sharing the pain and sharing the thoughts help...letting someone finally in...
That one thing was that cursed Wrecker...Wheeljack

That cursed Wrecker had flirted with him from the start. Wheeljack always talked to him, asked how he was doing, made him feel...special.
He hated it. He hated that Wheeljack made him question himself. He hated that wheeljack made him want to lower his walls. He hated how wheeljack made him feel.

He had pushed wheeljack away every way possible. Telling him to back off, leave him alone, get angry at him, but nothing worked and if he was being honest with himself, he didn't want it to.
He had started to like when wheeljack talked to him. He...liked it...

Uuugghhh!

He liked that wheeljack paid attention to him! He liked that wheeljack talked to him! He liked that wheeljack flirted with him!
He hated that he liked wheeljack's stupid handsome face!
....
Handsome?
Oh no...