^^art is still not mine. Art will never be mine. Credit to the artist!!!^^
Also, Ratchet is adorable when he smiles. He should do it more.
And yes, I will be using some of tfr's writing prompts in my oneshots.

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"Oh my Primus that hurt!" Your optics come online as you scan the wreakage of the escspe pod strewn around you.
Heavy pedesteps echo on the rock in the distance, and you narrow your optics as you grab a grenade from your artillery.

A squdron of purple Decepticons come into view, but they're being chased?

"Y/N!?"
A familiar voice yells out, and Decepticons start falling as two Bots fight their way forwards.

With a smirk and a laugh, you put away the grenade, and pull out one katana.

Charging forwards with a yell, you starts cutting down cons left and right. Until it's just you, a green mech and a very familiar,  white, red and green mech.

"Jackie!" You laugh as you wrap your arms tightly around your older brother, and you can hear a confused gasp from the other green mech as Wheeljack wraps his own arms around you.

"Good to see ya didn't get rusty sis." When you pull away, you can't help but break into a relieved smile.

"I could say the same for you trouble."

"Can some one please tell me what's going on? Jackie who is this?" The green mech places a confused servo on Wheeljack's shoulderplate, and he laughs.

"Lets get to base first. Don't worry. We can trust her."
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Your optics widen as you enter the base via groundbridge.

Grumbles are heard from a grumpy looking reddish-orange and white medic at the control panels as your brother introduces you to the others.

You immediately took a liking to Bulkhead and his human. Although she is a bit loud.

"Hey what's wrong? You don't seem to happy Mr. Sunshine."
Walking over to the medic known as Ratchet, you lean on the wall next to his workspace.

"Don't call me that." He flinches slightly and reaches for a wrench, pulling his hand back instead with a look of annoyance on his face plates.

"Awe come on. You're no fun." With a sigh, you turn to ask Wheeljack where your berth room will be.
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"Just calm down!"

"My leg was crushed and you want me to calm down?! Wheeljack can I hit him?"

You sit on the berth in Ratchet's medical bay as he works on your leg. Wheeljack standing in the corner protectivly.

"No."

"Are you sure I can't punch him in the faceplates?"

"Yes I'm sure."

"Not even a little?" Your optics turn pleading as you look at your older brother.

"C'mon Y/n.. are you trying to be put in temporary stasis?"

The larger mech sighs before throwing up his servos and leaving the room.

"Good luck with her Ratchet!"

The medic works in silence, occasionally grumbling in old Cybertronian under his breath.

"How did this even happen?" He finally asks leaving embarrassment flooding through you.

"Well you see.. I was pulling a prank with the guys.. but the cave came down on us do I jumped to push Miko to safety then my leg got caught.." your faceplates burn as Ratchet looks at you funny.

"So a prank."

"Yeah.."

A sigh leaves the medic's dermas as he finishes removing the dents.
"Why am I not surprised?"
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"Hey sunshine! Got something for ya!" You hobble around the corner into the med bay. An energon cube in your servo.

"Good. Now help me. Wheeljack was injured on patrol."

Ratchet takes a break as you pass him the energon cube and approach your brother with a buffer to help get rid of some scratches.

"Y/n. I think he likes you." Wheeljack whispers quietly as you start working in his back.

"What makes you say that?"
A blush appears on your faceplates at Wheeljack's words, and you glance up from your work to quickly look at Ratchet,  who is sipping his energon while typing.

"Because he can't take his optics off of you Y/n." Wheeljack rolls his optics as you return to buffing his back.

"Oh really now?"

He must be delusional. There is no way that Ratchet likes me.

You quietly hum a song as you turn off the buffer and shoo Wheeljack out the door.

But the blush returns as you look to Ratchet.

What if he's right?

"Y/n, come."
His voice seems to have risen a few octaves as he becons you over.

Reaching his side, you look to his faceplates questioningly as light blue starts to darken them.

"I heard you and Wheeljack you know." His voice has defiantly risen, and the white and orange medic looks down slightly to meet your optics.

"Ah. Um, yes sorry about him. He probably just um.. hit his helm..?" You blush darkens as you turn your optics away from his.

"What if he were right Y/n?"
Ratchet uses one servo to pull your helm up to look you in the optics once again, and a shiver runs down your backstrut.

"I- I don't know?" You stammer as the medic wraps his other arm around your waist and pulls you close to himself.

"Would you be mad.." he starts, as he lowers his helm towards yours. "If I did this?"
His dermas meet yours hesitantly.

Your optics open wide before wrapping your arms around his neck and tilting your head to deepen the shy kiss.
The second you pull away, he smirks, causing your blush to darken farther.

"Of course not sunshine." You cheekily reply as he pulls you towards his berthroom.

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   -Nightshard out
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