ThePoisonReaper

For the next few days, Ratchet found himself on the receiving end to a series of gags and unfortunate events. June and the children had decided to play 'matchmaker', taking it upon themselves to try and set him and Optimus up. Together. As a couple. Baaah! As if that were even possible. And to make matters worse! The other bots were helping. As if this was some big, elaborate joke! Luckily, Optimus seemed to be oblivious to all the pranking and jokes. Never in the room when Ratchet received a letter or strange gift covered in red or pink hearts. Why the humans resorted to this type of courting, he would never know. Which is what brings h

It has been a week. A week since Optimus had bodily lifted Ratchet off of the supply shelf. A week since Ratchet made a fool of himself and had gotten caught (by their leader no less!). A week since those big, warm servos wrapped around the entire length of his hip plating- Nope, not going to go there! Shaking his helm to clear his processor, Ratchet forced himself to concentrate on his work. Currently, he was welding one of his drills back together. Surprisingly, Bulkhead had managed not to break his tools… unsurprisingly, Wheeljack had. Unfortunately, Ratchet had no time to lecture the Wrecker, too busy trying to keep the primiti

The sounds of the Human base at dawn were- well, welcoming. Ratchet was all for solitude, but recently he could barely part from his little makeshift family. Even if they were little slaggers, the lot of them. Amused, Ratchet let out an embarrassingly loud bark; he swore on his creators graves that was supposed to be a laugh! Ahem… moving on. Shifting back to his place at the computer console, he began typing algorithms and equations, all seemingly blending into one another to make a rather irritating mess of calculations. They made no sense and thus only seemed to deepen Ratchets bad mood. His mood had worsened over night after o