(Y/N)'s P.O.V

I watched as Ratchet worked on fixing- yet another -item that Bulkhead broke.
Sparks flew from the machine, startling Ratchet.
"Gah!", He yelled, throwing his servos up in defeat. He grumbled under his breath before stomping back towards his work station and going at it again.

Now, I've been with the Autobots for quite some time now, so I've seen Doc Bot much angrier. Except another bot was always there to handle it. Oh, no...
We were the only ones at base at the moment, so I guess I'm just gonna have to deal with it this time.

"Hey, Doc Bo-", I began.
"Don't call me that." Ratchet interrupted.
I sighed. "Hey, Ratchet?"
"Yes?"
"Watcha doin?", I asked, trying to annoy him, also knowing very well what he was doing. He's probably gonna toss me out, but eh, just for shits and giggles.
"Fixing the Sonic Stabilizer that Bulkhead broke," He replied grumpily.

I hummed. I would never admit it, but I found him... well, attractive. I love his paint job, his voice, his ideas, everything.

"Wait... what the fu-", I was cut off by a servo slamming into the table top. I stopped for a moment, but then continued. "What in the All-Spark is a Sonic Stabilizer?"
"It's supposed to stabilize the Groundbridge with Sonic waves, just incase the Groundbridge malfunctions."
I stared at him with wide eyes. "And you can do that?"
"Yes," He never looked up from his work.

'Wow, he's always so focused. Another reason he's the best bot here.'

"What was that?" Ratchet asked.
I blushed, realizing what happened. "U-uh... C-cool," I scratched the back of my neck in embarrassment.
I saw him smirk, only making my blush even deeper. I looked down, suddenly finding the couch very interesting.

"So what do you even do around here, Ratch?", I asked.
He sighed, getting close to my face. "You ask a lot of questions, don't you?"
This action only made my blush deepen even more, putting tomatoes to shame. "Now, I have a question for you," He paused his work.
I nodded. "Shoot."
"I see you staring at me, all the time. Now, why is that?"

My face fell. 'Scrap. Now what do I do?!
Tell him the truth.
No, are you crazy?!
I'm you, nitwit.
Oh... yeah...'

I shake my head, diminishing those thoughts.

"W-well... I- u-umm...", I stuttered.
"Yes?"
"I- well, I have... wait, no."
Ratchet seemed amused by my constant stuttering and flushed face.
"W-well, i-it's kinda pri-private. C-can we g-go to your b-berth room to t-talk?", I asked.

He nodded, offering me his servo to step up onto. I stepped on and sat down, grabbing one of his digits so I wouldn't fall off.
He walks in, closing the door and setting me on his berth.
"Now, speak," Ratchet demands.
"W-well... I-I umm... I uh... I l-like you, R-ratchet. L-like, m-more than a f-friend...", I confessed, looking down in shame and embarrassment.

Ratchet transformes, activating his holoform. His holoform was tall, about 3 or 4 inches taller than me. He had white hair with orange streaks, and wore a white doctors coat.
He walked towards me, making me nervous. He stopped right in front of me.
"I...", he began. "I never knew you felt this way..."

I looked away, ashamed.

A hand grabbed my chin and gently tugged my head towards Ratchet again, tilting my head upwards so I looked at him.
He smiled. "I feel the same way."

I stood there, shocked and unsure of what to do next.
He leaned in, now only inches away from my face.
"I'm glad that you told me. Because now...", He began.
"Now... what?", I asked.
"Now... I can do this."

I was about to answer when I felt a pair of cold lips press against mine. I was astonished, shocked, surprised.
I melted into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck as he rested his hands on my hips.

We broke apart for air, sitting down.

He pulled me into his lap, and wrapping my legs around his waist as our lips met again.

It wasn't like in the books where sparks fly, it was... different. Magical.

'Out of this world.'

We slowly lay down, me on the bottom and Ratchet on top.

We broke apart again. Ratchet roles onto his side and rests his forehead against mine. He brings a hand up to stroke the side of my face.
He smiled. "I love you, (Y/N)."
I chuckled. "Ha... I love you too, Ratchet," I yawned.
"Well, looks like someone's tired," Ratchet smirked.
"Oh, shut up."
Ratchet chuckled. "Why don't you get some sleep? I'll be right here with you. I need some spare recharge, anyhow."

I nodded, feeling Ratchet pulling me closer. I entangled my legs with his, hugging him to me and resting my head in his chest. I closed my eyes, feeling myself slowly drifting off to sleep.

'I love you, Ratchet...'
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