Transformers One-Shots (COMPLETED)

TFP Ratchet X Cybertronian!Female!reader

This is just another one shot for fun.
This is just a fanfic it is not actually part of Transformers Prime.
Warning: There will be gore, sadness, feels, and you may cry.

Do you ever wonder why Ratchet is so grumpy?
Some think it is because of his age.
But actually it is because he lost something dear to him. To his spark.

Ratchet sat on his berth looking at a Datapad. Coolant was running down his faceplate. Why?
Because he couldn't stop remembering his Sparkmate.
Y/N.

Flashback:
Ratchet was working on a project that was given to him by his mentor.
He sat there working until he heard light clinks of pedesteps that he was familiar with.
He smiled and looked at his Sparkmate, Y/N.
He stood up and walked over to you.
"Hello Sweetspark. How's the sparkling?" He asked while placing a servo over your midsection.
"Fine. Being a little restless." You replied back.
He smiled and leaned down and kissed you.
You kissed and wrapped your arms around your mechs neckcables.
You both stood there kissing, until you both separated to vent.
You smiled and pecked your lover on his cheek.
You unwrapped your arms from his neck and walked back into your shared berthroom to recharge, while Ratchet went back to work on his project.

~The Next Day~

Ratchet came back home to find his living quarters trashed and most of his and your belongings destroyed but what made him the most worried. Was not seeing you anywhere.
He ran into the shared berthroom. Nothing.
The guest berthroom. Nothing.
He searched and searched until he went into the sparklings berthroom.
He found you laying on your side. A pool of energon underneath you.
He felt his spark sending requests of reassurance that you were alive.
Sadly, his spark received no response.
He walked over to your body and rolled you onto your back struts.
He gasped.
You had a giant hole in your spark chamber. He then knew that you probably wouldn't have been able to survive for long with that large of hole in your chassis. It must of crushed or destroyed tour spark.
Wait, what about the sparkling? He thought.
He pressed his servo absent your midsection and waited for a little sparkbeat.
He pulled his servo slowly away from your midsection. Nothing. No sparkbeat.
He curled his servos into fists and let coolant leak out of his optic and down his faceplate.
He tilted his head towards the ceiling and yelled out a mournful cry.
His Sparkmate and sparkling had joined the Well of Allsparks.

Present:
Ratchet held the Datapad closer to his chassis. He stared to cry and let out little whimpers and whines.
He missed you.
He loved you.
You were his.
But now.....
You were gone.

Why Blaze!!?? Why did I have to make it sad!
I almost started crying when I was writing this.