Have you been drinking again?

CrazyLinx68
G1 Wheeljack x Ratchet
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It was already strange enough that Wheeljack had started staying in his room more often, but Ratchet couldn't help but notice that something else was terribly wrong.

The inventor completely reeked of engex, as if he had bathed in it like it was oil. Ratchet wanted to gag as soon as he caught a whiff of it, but he composed himself just in time. Why the hell did Wheeljack smell so strongly of engex? He never thought the mech was a heavy drinker, but maybe he was wrong.

Believe it or not, Ratchet was going to confront Wheeljack on everything that had been happening over the past week or so: avoiding pretty much everyone, hiding in his room, and drinking engex like there was no tomorrow. He just didn't know how the inventor would react.

-The Ark, around 3 pm-

Ratchet headed down the hallway towards Wheeljack's workshop, knowing it was around the time the inventor would disappear into his room. His goal was to catch him beforehand, but he had a backup plan in case that didn't work.

He stepped into the silent workshop and glanced around, studying the many projects and plans that littered the tables and shelves as he walked by. He approached Wheeljack's door and knocked on it with his knuckle, leaning in close to listen carefully. "Wheeljack? Are you in there?"

Nothing at first.

But then, a choked sob?

More sobbing?

"Oh no..." Ratchet sighed and shook his head, testing the door to see if it was locked. Of course it was, but it was fairly easy to unlock for him. He slowly opened the door and peered in, seeing Wheeljack sitting on the floor, hunched over and trembling. It just hurt his spark to see the poor mech in this state.

He could practically taste the engex in the air as he cautiously approached Wheeljack, knowing that the inventor was most likely drunk and not in his right state of mind at the moment. He slowly knelt down beside him and tilted his head, trying to see what was wrong. "Wheeljack.... it's me, Ratchet... What's wrong?"

"Everythin'.... everythin' is wrong, Ratch....." Wheeljack slurred raspily, coughing slightly and covering his face. "Jus' leave me...."

Ratchet frowned, staying next to Wheeljack and looking at him worriedly. "I'm not going to leave you, you need someone here to help you." He said, hesitating before wrapping an arm around the inventor's shoulder. "Want to go on your berth where it's more comfortable?"

Wheeljack was silent for a moment, sniffing a bit as he gave a slight nod. His left hand fumbled for his mouthplate and he scooped it up, clumsily clicking it into place and making sure it stayed. Ratchet had only caught a glimpse of what lay underneath before it was covered.

Ratchet sighed gently, deciding to just lift Wheeljack instead of trying to get him to walk. He lifted him bridal style into his arms and carried him over to the berth, gently setting him down on the blankets and pillows. He sat down next to him, studying him for a moment. "Better?"

Wheeljack whimpered and nodded a bit, curling up in a slight ball and hugging a pillow close to his chassis. His breathing grew more steady as his sobs ceased, but the effects of the engex were still hitting him hard. He stayed quiet for a minute before trying to speak. "L-lay down with me....?" He mumbled, glassy optics that were filled with tears looking up at the medic.

Ratchet was taken aback by the request, but didn't argue against it like he usually did. Every bot acted differently when drunk, Wheeljack just happened to be the cry and cuddle type of mech, luckily for Ratchet. He fixed the blankets and laid down next to the inventor, pulling them over both his and Wheeljack's frame and making sure they were secure. He wrapped his arms around Wheeljack and held him close, setting his chin on his shoulder. "This Alright?" He asked, relaxing slightly once he felt the inventor loosen up.

"Yeah.... thanks d-doc.." Wheeljack slurred, a little better than a few minutes ago. He snuggled into the blankets and cuddled up against Ratchet's warm frame. Soon enough, he was out like a light and dead asleep in Ratchet's arms, snoring quietly.

Ratchet smiled and gently kissed Wheeljack's helm, nuzzling the side of his helm before closing his own optics and drifting off.

This had turned out better than expected.




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