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The whole team was doing a perimeter check today, leaving you and Ratchet alone for the afternoon. This meant you cleaned while he got all his inventions brushed up to perfection. About an hour and a half after the rest of the team left, you were polishing doors until you heard an explosion come from the lab. You panicked, dropping the rag and rushing to the source.

The lab was filled with smoke and it poured into the main room. Your panic spread to fear and you screamed the medic's name. What answered made you squeak.

"Don't scream. It hurts my audio receptors." came a high-pitched whine. You look down to see an orange and white sparkling glaring up at you. "I need that."

You look down, in your panic you had stepped on a wrench, snapping it. You were almost annoyed at how insignificant that was and moved your gaze back to the sparkling.

"Wh-where did you come from, who are you?" You asked, trying not to hyperventilate. Where was Ratchet?

"I came from Medic batch #457. I'm Ratchet." The sparkling said importantly. "Who are you?"

"I- Oh primus,"

"You shouldn't cuss!" Whined Ratchet. "It's mean."

"Bu-Wh-" You were at a loss for words. If the roles were switched, Ratchet would be all over this, probably having turned back by now. But no. This was you. You were confused.

"Where's the others? Orion was going to have a playdate with me!" He interupted your useless mutterings.

"Orion isn't here anymore." You answer, dazed. Ratchet was horrified.

"What!?" He was now as distressed as you were. But Ratchet was a sparkling, and fat tears started to roll down his cheeks.

You were whiplashed back to reality, seeing Ratchet cry was never, ever good. He never does it, he's too serious.

"Ratchet don't cry!" You sooth, reaching for him. He welcomes the embrace and you cradle the fragile sparkling gently.

Soon, he is helping you clean, passing you rags, buckets. He helped you repair the squeaky door to the roof, handing you extra bolts.

"(Y/n)? Ratchet? We're back!" You froze at Bulkhead's voice. You had completely forgot about them.

"Here goes nothing." You murmured. Ratchet holds your servo and the both of you walk down to greet the team.

"(Y/n). Who is that?" Optimus asked, trying to keep his voice steady. You almost abscond.

"This is Ratchet, Ratcet, say hi to Optimus Prime!" you said, smiling. Ratchet beams.

"You're a Prime! Wow! Orion told me about Primes, they are so cool!" Ratchet leaves your hand to shake Optimus'. The Prime is stunned, but soon broke into a smile.

"He's just like when I met him..." He marveled, picking up the sparkling. The rest of the team either was shocked still, or giggling madly. Soon Ratchet was getting all the attention, laughing at all the coos and pokes he was given.

You sighed contentedly. Then Optimus rounds on you.

"Yes, this a nice surprise, but can you please explian what happened." He made it clear that he wasn't asking.

You chuckled nervously. "Weeellllll, I was cleaning the doors, and I heard an explosion, so I went to check it out and BAM! Baby Ratchet."

Optimus' eye twitched.

"Where's Orion?" Asked the Medic, out of nowhere. Optimus' pissed expression changed into one of pain.

"I- um... I'm Orion." Optimus said, turning to the sparkling. Ratchet looked at him in wonder, then broke into a huge smile.

"Yes! Yay! That's so good! You finally did it!" He giggled, before running and diving on Optimus. You couldn't help but smile at the adorable pair. Optimus had never seemed happier.

But the moment had to end at some point, and all the blame was turned to you. So, you got stuck with caring for the sparkling. You didn't mind though, he was adorable, and babying your crush wasn't such a bad thing.

You lead him to your living quarters, and he jumped on the recharging station excitedly. "It's so BIG!" He laughed, bouncing on it.

"Woah, hey." You chuckled, catching him mid-bounce. "It's time for the little medic to go to sleep. Okay?"

He nodded in your arms, yawning. You smiled softly, a protective instinct kicking in. Nothing was going to touch this kid. You layed him down beside you before curling an arm around him, looking at his small, peaceful face as you slowly fell into recharge.

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You awoke to Ratchet, now grown up, laying beside you. You squeak, flipping off the station. Ratchet woke with a start, then turned to you.

"(y/n), are you okay?"

"I like you better as a sparkling."

"... so it worked?"
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