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Chapter Two

Ratchet punched in the code quickly, grabbing a slowly sliding Perceptor, and entered his apartment.

“Ok…This is where I live and where you are going to stay.” said Ratchet, the lights flickering on. Perceptor’s grip tightened as he looked around the unfamiliar space. He was placed on a small chair and let out a small whimper of fear. Ratchet placed a comforting hand on Perceptor’s helm.

“Don’t worry, I’m just going to the other room to grab some energon.” Ratchet placed a small bag on the ground. It was handed to him as he was leaving, the mech said the objects in the bag would comfort Perceptor.

Leaving the bag open, Ratchet entered the second room. He filled two cubes, placing a cover with a small opening, when he suddenly heard a loud squeak followed by a giggle in the other room. He found Perceptor had already riffled threw the bag and had discovered and light-blue, droplet shaped plushy. Perceptor would push the middle, the plushy would squeak, and he would giggle, his leg kicking.

“Alright, come here you.” Ratchet lifted Perceptor up, placing him in the crook of his arm. Perceptor kicked his legs, reaching ort for the bottle of energon, and began downing it greedily.

“Whoa! Slow down.” Ratchet allowed Perceptor to hold the cube and, using his thumb, coxed the bright liquid down the sparkling’s throat. Perceptor hiccupped slightly, his optics scanning the mech holding him. Ratchet removed the empty container and, finding it very discomforting to not have anything in his mouth, Perceptor stuck his thumb in as replacement; Ratchet was a bit confused.

“Hold on Perceptor. You haven’t slept in a while and you just drank a cube of energon, aren’t you tired yet?”

Perceptor shook his head. “Song.”

“… ‘Song’? What song?” Ratchet was bewildered; Perceptor pointed to his chest, thinking Ratchet would understand. “It’s inside you? I can’t do much there.”

Perceptor clicked in frustration; he grabbed Ratchet’s hand, pressing one finger on his chest. Instantly, a small port opened and a chip popped out. Ratchet gently pulled it out, examining.

“Song.” said Perceptor simply and stuck his thumb back in, waiting. Ratchet placed the chip into his own port, his internal systems scanning the new item. A soft lullaby filled the building; Perceptor curled closer to Ratchet, his optics flickering off, and slowly slipped into recharge.

“Goodnight Perceptor” said Ratchet smiling.

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He felt warm… really warm… he loved it. Perceptor onlined his optics and found Ratchet was in recharge but still holding him close, he clicked happily. His stomach system grinded, telling the sparkling he needed nourishment. Sliding off, Perceptor hit the ground rather hard but he only clicked and made his way to the next room.

Perceptor’s curious spark stopped him in his quest (look at all the closed doors and levers to be pulled!) until his systems focused him back to his objective.
Perceptor found the energon device and yanked the lever down. Instantly, energon flowed out, covering Perceptor and the surrounding area. He happily lapped up the energon covering him, ignoring the fact that ever object was being covered as well.

“Perceptor! What are you doing?!” Ratchet stood in the doorway, mouth agape to the images before him. Perceptor, not knowing how mad his caretaker was, clicked happily and held his arms up. He was picked up and promptly placed on the table, Ratchet hurrying to turn the machine off.

“…Ratchet?” He had left to find rags to clean up the mess. When he returned, mumbling angrily to himself, he found Perceptor hiding his face in his hands. Ratchet placed the rags down and picked Perceptor back up.

“What’s wrong?” Perceptor looked up, tears streaming down his face.

“Ratchet hate….”

“What? What do I hate?”

“Perceptor….” Ratchet was taken aback.

“No… no, why would I hate you?” Perceptor pointed to the mess, clicking sadly, a fresh wave of tears falling down; Ratchet cradled Perceptor closer. “No, I can’t be mad at you about this. You didn’t know, but you should have woken me up.”

“…Recharge….”

“Yes I was asleep, but you still shouldn’t have done it by yourself. Let me clean this mess and then lets clean you,” He placed Perceptor down and noticed how dirty he’d become, “I guess I need a bath too.”

Perceptor giggled, allowing Ratchet to laugh before starting his cleaning. It didn’t take long for the area to be clean and for the bath to be ready to accept a bouncing sparkling. Ratchet slowly Perceptor in the water, but the sparkling waved his arms and legs, splashing Ratchet.

“Hey! Watch it you.” Ratchet gently rubbed an internal wire, making Perceptor squeal in delight. Ratchet grabbed the only clean rag he had, dipped it in the water, and emptied the contained water on Perceptor. Curious as to what was happening, Perceptor watched the rag and clicked in frustration as warm water ‑
ran over his optics.

“Well… what are you doing? Don’t look directly at it Perceptor.”

Ratchet turned to grab a towel when he heard Perceptor squeal again. The sparkling had somehow gotten the rim of him mouth covered with the soapy water. He would blow, forming multiple bubbles that filled the area around Perceptor.

“Alright, let’s get you dried off.” Perceptor clicked unhappily for being pulled out of his fun, but purred slightly as Ratchet rubbed him dry. “Now let’s get some energon, the right way, and relax.”