ART NOT MINE

A Ratchet X Cybertronian Reader 

@00SquishySquiddy00 's One Shot prize! Sorry this took a little while, things have been busy!

This takes place before the war begins on Cybertron in the Transformers: Prime continuity. 

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         "I'm not trusting Flatline with my sparkling." Ratchet grumbled, glaring at the medical building with distaste. "I'm a doctor, I can very well give her a check up my self."

         "I know that, sugar saw," the femme at his arm kissed his cheekplate, making the mech's grumbling lower to near inaudible, "but he is my brother. Whether or not you like him is a completely different topic. Besides, caring for sparklings is his specialty."

     A few more words of disagreement were tossed between the two, Ratchet ultimately losing the argument to the shorter femme. He hung back as she entered the tall, sterile building, admitting to himself it wasn't just his hesitance as her slender hip plates swung from side to side. 

     Ratchet joined her with the sparkling in his arms. The femmeling had her carrier's colors, slender frame and helicopter-like protrusions slowly growing from her back plates. The best part was that she retained her carrier's pink-ish purple optics. Curious colors looked around the waiting area, curled into her sire, wondering where her carrier went off to.

         "We won't stay here for long." Ratchet assured the youngling.

         "You're going to worry her poor little processor."

         "I think I have a right to worry, and she does too, (Y/D)." 

         "Stop being dramatic, my brother is not a criminal." The femme took her daughter from the mech she had bonded with, irritation buzzing within their connection from both parties. 

         "Falsely accused or not, I don't like his aura." 

     The femmeling squeaked her disliking of her parent's irritated attitudes, and (Y/D) quieted her with a gentle humming.

         "We'll talk about this later, Ratchet."

     The mech cringed. She didn't use his designation unless she was ticked. 

         "Ratchet and (Y/D)?" A femme nurse Ratchet recognized smiled toward them, and the doctor smiled pleasantly. The gesture was caught by (Y/D), who tripped his pede enough for him to stumble. The doctor caught himself and realized he needed to tread carefully.

     The nurse, called Red Alert, weighed the sparkling and made some simple measurements, though hindered by her squirming and dislike for the stranger. Ratchet had to hold her small servos and fascinate the femmeling with an empty welding torch fuel cannister (her favorite toy). The two were soon waiting in a small room, with their daughter.

         "Do you think he'll like her designation?" (Y/D) questioned mindlessly.

         "Who wouldn't?" Ratchet smiled softly, earning unsure optics from his lover. "(Y/D) she is a unique being, and therefore deserves a unique designation. She is special, I know it."

         "You said that about me when you asked my sire if you could court me." (Y/D) giggled.

         "And I mean it even now." Ratchet winked, making the femme laugh over the sounds of her heating fans activating. 

         "Well that was sappy." A red and black mech entered after knocking to quick for proper doctor to patient courtesy. His slim arms held a data pad, while two smaller ones untangled a set of wires near his hip plates. The white coat many doctors wore was just draped over his shoulders unprofessionally. "Sis, Ratch." He greeted.

         "Don't call me Ratch." The other doctor growled.

         "Yeah-yeah. How's my favorite and only niece?" At this thought he grinned, setting the datapad down so (Y/D) could hand the sparkling off. Flatline held her gingerly in one arm while the other dangled a wire in front of the curious sparkling. "I'm sorry I can't come see her more often. It's only been a few weeks since her birth but after my trial, my office has been swamped." He bounced the giggling babe in his arm.

         "Don't you worry about it," his sister assured, "I'm just glad you're able to see her now!"

         "Yes, she is the spitting image of her carrier!" Flatline laughed heartily, practically ignoring the tense sire sitting beside his sparkmate and watching his brother-in-law's every movement. "But what about you, (Y/D). Was there any birth complications, chronic fatigue, post-birth depression?"

         "No complications. A little fatigue and self doubt but Ratchet knew exactly what I needed, when I needed it." She pat her lover's tense servo, and the mech relaxed a bit, smiling to his femme softly. "I'm pretty sure he's been more motherly than I have!"

     Flatline laughed, enjoying the little time he was able to spend with his sister, niece and grumpy brother-in-law. He knew they didn't exactly see optic to optic, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself in Ratchet's presence. Well known doctor or not, Ratchet was just another mech. No special fanfare or treatment needed. 

         "Thank you, Ratchet," Flatline sighed once his mirth died down, staring at the tiny femme in his arms. He felt the small pin-pricks that were the growing protrusions in her back plates. He was glad she was taking over her carrier's gifts. "(Y/D) and I might not be related by birth, as I am forged, but through experience and hard knocks, we've grown to become family. I hope that one day we might be able to as well. 

     Surprised by the sudden speech, Ratchet was quiet for a moment. He processed the mech's words before giving a small smile in return.

         "I think with time, we might come to some form of the title." (Y/D) elbowed him in the tanks, and both mechs chuckled. Her well being was the only thing that they could agree upon in any circumstance.

     The trio spoke for a while longer, discussing their daughter's care and what they planned for the future. Ratchet wanted to live closer to Iacon for better schooling for their daughter, while (Y/D) wished to move freely, as nomads would. She had always been a free spirit.

         "Don't you think it would suit her better to have a more... solid foundation?" Ratchet frowned.

         "Of course, but we can have that same education quality through schooling her ourselves and provide her with a sense of adventure and wonder. You've seen how she adores to collect things. Metal scraps, nuts and bolts and she's been mobile for three days already. She wants to roam."

         "She walks at only a few weeks?" Flatline gawked.

         "Crawls." Ratchet corrected. "Very minutely, but she is getting stronger. She's developing my cognitive ability, it seems. I only hope she doesn't become smarter than her slowly growing body will allow her to show."

     Flatline nodded, handing the recharging sparkling to her carrier as he lifted himself from the seat.

         "Well, I'm afraid that's all the time I really have to spare. I'll have to go on a week or two vacation if my schedule is this busy for any longer." He stretched his back struts, giving out a heavy sigh. "So, what'd you name the little crawler?"

     (Y/D) looked to her sparkmate, who smiled encouragingly to her. She smiled back and squeezed his servo.

         "Well, we thought for awhile and despite some backlash we thought of the perfect name for our little surprise."

         "She crept  up on us after all." Ratchet chuckled. "I don't regret it but I shouldn't have updated my systems so soon-"

     He received another elbow joint to his tanks, making Flatline snicker.

         "So?" The younger doctor urged. "Spit it out!"

    The two looked to each other with adoring smiles before speaking in unison.

         "Arachnid."

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And thus, all your hearts get broken. :) 
Do I regret it? 
No. >:D