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Another battle…he was so close to losing the Twins this time…they were going to be the death of him one day from all the stress they cause him…but he wouldn’t trade him for anything…okay maybe for an actually uninterrupted recharge but it was their fault he was tired.
He sighed and gave a final glance around the medbay, everyone was okay now…no one was lying on his tables dying…or already gone… He was sure most had went back to their own rooms to rest…so why did he feel like something was left undone?
“You look tired, Doc.”
He swiveled his helm toward the voice, he didn’t even hear the doors open to let in the mech in, he frowned, “Sunstreaker, you’re supposed to be resting, I just put your aft back together.”
The golden frontliner just chuckled and leaned against the still opened door, cobalt optics seemed to study him under the disguise of vague disinterest, “Yeah, you did and I must say my aft hasn’t look nicer…though I have to admit…yours has a better perk to it.”
…
“Did you just hit on me?”
A slow shake of that finned helm with a smirk playing across his face and the Lambo was suddenly making his way toward the medic, stopping just inches of him, “What, I can’t compliment you, Hatchet?”
Large servos gently grasped the porcelain colored bot’s chin, lifting his face closer to his, watching crystal optics widen, “Such a cute little medic…you deserve someone to look after you and I can’t think of anyone better then me.”
Ratchet felt frozen, “What…is this some kind of joke!?”
A deep sensual laugh rushed through his circuits as the warrior’s lips were now just barely brushing against his own, “Sides is the one that plays the jokes, Ratch…I’m just here to make sure my little medic gets taken care of.”

Oh, Sunny, you charmer you, going after the doctor like that! Also…your helm was a pain in my ass! But it’s alright…you and Ratchet are still pretty!
Just a quick sketch of the two.
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Another battle…he was so close to losing the Twins this time…they were going to be the death of him one day from all the stress they cause him…but he wouldn’t trade him for anything…okay maybe for an actually uninterrupted recharge but it was their fault he was tired.
He sighed and gave a final glance around the medbay, everyone was okay now…no one was lying on his tables dying…or already gone… He was sure most had went back to their own rooms to rest…so why did he feel like something was left undone?
“You look tired, Doc.”
He swiveled his helm toward the voice, he didn’t even hear the doors open to let in the mech in, he frowned, “Sunstreaker, you’re supposed to be resting, I just put your aft back together.”
The golden frontliner just chuckled and leaned against the still opened door, cobalt optics seemed to study him under the disguise of vague disinterest, “Yeah, you did and I must say my aft hasn’t look nicer…though I have to admit…yours has a better perk to it.”
…
“Did you just hit on me?”
A slow shake of that finned helm with a smirk playing across his face and the Lambo was suddenly making his way toward the medic, stopping just inches of him, “What, I can’t compliment you, Hatchet?”
Large servos gently grasped the porcelain colored bot’s chin, lifting his face closer to his, watching crystal optics widen, “Such a cute little medic…you deserve someone to look after you and I can’t think of anyone better then me.”
Ratchet felt frozen, “What…is this some kind of joke!?”
A deep sensual laugh rushed through his circuits as the warrior’s lips were now just barely brushing against his own, “Sides is the one that plays the jokes, Ratch…I’m just here to make sure my little medic gets taken care of.”

Oh, Sunny, you charmer you, going after the doctor like that! Also…your helm was a pain in my ass! But it’s alright…you and Ratchet are still pretty!
Just a quick sketch of the two.
Leave your responses please! They feed me!