Chapter Forty Four

A yelp of pain escaped Ratchet, as Sky Rocket dabbed the cloth a bit too roughly on the gashes from the whip; the Decepticon medic immediately withdrew and apologized. "Sorry Ratch..." He bit his bottom lip and whimpered as she continued cleaning the wounds, as gently as she could. Frag, it hurt... Ratchet cried out again as the cloth crossed a particularly deep gash. "Eeeep... Sorry..." Sky Rocket sighed, withdrawing for a moment, giving him a break. "Palladium really brought it down on ya... I'm so sorry... I never wanted to hurt ya..." She said softly, setting the rag down and rested a servo on his shoulder; he was laying on his front on Megatron's berth, given he couldn't lay on her back with the gashes.

"Wh-Why did you st-stop Palladium?" Ratchet asked quietly, wincing as he shifted slightly. "Y-You were punished for i-it..."

"It's not right. That's why..." She hesitated for a moment, sighing again. "I... Ratchet, ya know how Megs was super angry at Palladium because of what happened?" Guilt laced her words thoroughly, clearly visible to Ratchet, who looked at her with now curious optics.

"Y-Yes... what about it-t?"

Sky Rocket seemed to have trouble choosing what to say. "Well... uh... okay, so... when Palladium was torturing you, and he was a bit reckless with it, and when I told Megatron, he was really upset. That's what you saw, right?" Ratchet nodded. "Well... that's not what happened. I... I made a deal with Megatron... he only acted like he was mad at Palladium. We agreed that... if I convinced you to tell him the location of the Autobot base, he'd stop torturing you, and you wouldn't be harmed further. I did it so he'd call off Palladium..."

Ratchet stared at her, baffled. "I-I... I thought y-you already had the location of the b-base..." He said quietly.

"That was a lie. Megatron's good at bluffing, and he knew you couldn't risk it, even if it was true. But that's not important... what's important is the fact that if you don't give us the location, Megatron is going to torture you even more, and he'll terminate both of us. You have to tell me where your base is... for both of our safety." She explained sadly, withdrawing her servo from his shoulder.

"No!" Ratchet attempted to turn over to face her completely, crying out in pain as a sharp pain crossed the gashes. "I... I can't!" He grit his denta, sitting up.

"Ratchet, please... you don't really have a choice..." Sky Rocket begged. She put her servos on his shoulders, keeping him from standing. "All you have to do is tell me where the base is, and he won't hurt you anymore..."

He scoffed, pulling away from her touch. "Do you a-actually believe that!?" One of is servos came to rest over his sparkchamber, as he reached out to Optimus, deciding he was done with whatever Sky Rocket had to say. ::Optimus, are you there?::

His mate immediately responded. ::Ratchet... are you alright? What's been going on? I've... I've felt all of your pain...::

::...Nevermind that,:: Ratchet closed his optics. ::Do you think we can meet in my subconscious?::

::Of course, Ratchet... I'll be waiting for you.::

"Ratchet...?" Sky Rocket asked quietly.

"Leave me alone," he snapped, laying back on his front, and turning his helm away from her. "I'm not complying."

"Ratchet... both of us will be KILLED if you don't!" She stood up, sighing and rubbing her temple. "Ugh... you know what? I'll give you some time to think about it, alright?" Without another word, she left the room, movement fast and stressed. Apparently only she cared about the lives on the line.

Ratchet huffed, but got as comfortable as possible, and laid still, closing his optics. It wasn't long after when he drifted into recharge, spark yearning for his mate.

~~~

"R-Ratchet?" When Ratchet opened his optics, he was standing in his old housing unit back on Cybertron; he turned around at the sound of Optimus's voice.

"Optimus!" He exclaimed, spark melting at the sight of the Prime, who strode over immediately and wrapped his arms around his waist. "I... I've missed you so much..."

Optimus hugged him tight, a smile crossing his lips. "Ratchet... my perfect mate..." He whispered, lifting Ratchet's chin with one servo gently, examining his face. "How much has Megatron hurt you?"

"Uh..." Ratchet glanced away for a moment, before shaking his helm. "Let's forget that for now..." He stepped closer, gazing up at his mate with need.

That didn't sound sincere to Optimus, he knew that Ratchet had been harmed. But, if he wished to leave that topic be, they would. Optimus smiled, leaning down to him and kissing him gently; Ratchet returned it eagerly, wrapping his servos around Optimus's neck and pulling himself closer.

"Optimus..." He whispered, breaking away for a moment. "I just... I just want you for as long as possible before I have to return..." His mate smiled at him, before easily lifting him up bridal style, and carrying him down the hall, towards his old room. Ratchet smiled, gazing around at the familiarity of his housing unit, which brought much comfort to him.

"Your mine for now, Sweetspark," Optimus purred, sitting down on the edge of the berth and placing Ratchet in his lap. "Shall we continue from where we were interrupted?"

Ratchet smirked at him, leaning in close. "Why not?" He kissed Optimus fiercely, running his glossa over Optimus's lips in hopes of entrance. The Prime allowed his glossa to explore his mouth, servos traveled over Ratchet's frame, earning him a quiet moan. "O-Optimus," he whispered, as the Prime pulled away and began to nibble his jawline, engines humming happily.

"I missed doing this to you," Optimus growled, standing up and tossing him onto the berth, climbing onto him and kissing him again. Ratchet laughed, as he again pulled away, his lips and denta exploring his neck and attacking his sensitive spot viciously. He continued down, traveling over his chest, leaving a few nip marks, and continuing to his abdominal area and hips. A moan Ratchet failed to suppress escaped him; in return Optimus smirked at him. "I forgot how pleasing you sound.." He purred, climbing back up to hover above him. Ratchet blushed, smiling.

"Are going to continue teasing me or are you going to finish the job?" He murmured, digits sliding into the seams of Optimus's armor and unclipping the clasps, gazing up at him with soft optics. Optimus smiled, sitting up and setting his chassis armor on the floor.

He tapped a digit on Ratchet's chestplating, tilting his helm. "What is this and why is it in my way?" He asked playfully, before quickly removing Ratchet's chassis armor and carelessly tossing it over his shoulder. The medic laughed, gaze sweeping over Optimus's muscular chassis. He reached up and cupped his mate's cheek, before pulling him so their lips crashed into eachother. Optimus smiled, kissing right back, servos slipping down and running over his thighs gently, sliding up to search for the clasps to his interfacial armor.

"Optimus... I... I love you..." Ratchet murmured softly, sighing in content. "Promise me you'll take care of Lightswipe if..." He trailed off, remembering what Sky Rocket had said. Did Megatron really intend on terminating him and Sky Rocket?

Optimus stopped for a moment, staring at him in surprise and concern. "...Ratchet? What do you mean?" He asked. "What are you saying?"

"One of the 'Cons made a deal with Megatron... I think he's going to terminate me." Ratchet replied quietly, averting his optics slightly. "If so, than I need you to-"

His mate hushed him with another gentle and quick kiss, rejecting his statement. "Megatron isn't going to terminate you," Optimus said softly when he pulled away, tone quiet but firm. "Your too valuable to him. There's too much you could be used for, in his point of view. He's cruel, but he is intelligent." He nuzzled Ratchet's cheek lovingly. "We'll get you back... if you can find out what area the ship is located, perhaps we could narrow it down and manage to locate you... we wouldn't be able to get onto the ship, though. But we'll find a way."

"I-I'll try..." Ratchet nodded, sighing. He shivered as Optimus ran his glossa along his jawline, purring quietly, one servo unclipping both clasps. The Prime smirked lightly, gaze meeting Ratchet's as he tossed the armor to the floor. Ratchet blushed, rolling his optics. "Damn you, Prime."

Optimus just chuckled and kissed him.

~~~

It was a few hours later when Sky Rocket returned to the berthroom, looking wary and stressed. She stepped in, immediately looking at Ratchet, who was sitting on the edge of the berth, sipping an energon cube. "Ratchet." Her voice shook lightly, her troubled gaze resting on the other medic.

Ratchet had a calm and relaxed look on his face, looking rather content, despite the current situation. He looked at her, and greeted, "Sky Rocket."

"Have you... considered what we talked about?" She asked, padding over and sitting down next to him, a hopeful look in her optics.

"I'm not revealing the location of the base," Ratchet said firmly, "I am not putting my fellow Autobots in danger for my own wellbeing, not to mention the fact that there is a sparkling within that base. I don't trust any of you Decepticons to keep even one of them safe from harm." He sighed, gaze falling to his lap.

"Ratchet-" The doors opened abruptly, cutting her off, and Megatron slowly strode in, immediately looking at the two of them with dark optics. Sky Rocket stiffened.

"Now, I believe there is some information the two of you owe me," the warlord growled, looking from one to the other. "Sky Rocket, I expect you to have negotiated with him by now."

"Uh... well, Sir, I didn't really get the... actually it's... um... I haven't quite-" She sputtered nervously, glancing at Ratchet, who simply crossed his arms.

"I am not providing you with the location of the base." He stated without hesitation, gaze meeting Megatron's evenly.

Megatron snarled, clenching his servos into fists. "I will tear out your spark as slow as possible," he narrowed his optics, "both of you! I knew you were unable to pull it off, Sky Rocket! You are far too soft!"

"Lord Megatron, please! Just give me more time! I can still convince him!" Sky Rocket begged, sending a look Ratchet's way, who shook his helm.

"The small amount I gave you is all I care to provide. Ratchet is easy to sway if you know how to handle him, and you clearly weren't capable." Megatron scoffed, flexing his claws in anticipation. "I'm terminating both of you."

Sky Rocket whimpered and stared at him pleadingly, while Ratchet just sighed and took a sip of his energon.

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