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Characters: Wheeljack + Ratchet Location: A run-down old drive-in theatre near Jasper, Nevada Content Warnings: Schmoop, romance, spark-bonding Plot Summary: Wheeljack takes Ratchet out for a date night that's long overdue.
Wheeljack had promised he’d take Ratchet out on a movie date, and though it took a little while to put together, the Wrecker was a mech of his word.
Granted, being giant alien robots on a date came with no small amount of risk, but Wheeljack was (rather unusually) careful in researching the ‘ideal location’ for a night out. The idea of a drive-in theatre had been floating in his processor ever since Jack had mentioned it offhand one day… but he quickly learned that drive-in theatres were few and far between in the current human economic situation. Finding a local working theatre within driving distance proved to be impossible, and it didn’t take long for the Wrecker to figure out he had to improvise. He’d eventually found a run-down drive-in theatre not that far from Jasper.
Ratchet probably figured something was up by now, what with the suspicious way Wheeljack kept slinking off on his own (which differed from the usual ways he tended to slink off on his own in that he did not take the Jackhammer with him), but the Wrecker was determined to keep this a surprise. Wheeljack had spent a day or two patching up the dilapidated giant screen and throwing together a rudimentary projector unit, and was incredibly pleased with his preparations.
Finally, a decent enough evening came along that Wheeljack decided to make his move. He casually strolled in to the medical bay, and leaned against Ratchet’s worktable. With an incorrigible grin, he drawled, “Hey Sunshine, you gonna be busy tonight?”
By no means had Ratchet expected a spontaneous date night tonight.
He'd noticed something odd with Wheeljack over the last few days or so.. taking notice to him taking off every so often out of the blue. Not once did he ask what the deal was, but he knew at the very same time that Wheeljack just sometimes needed space. However, the timing this time around was just bizarre. He'd be back for a little while, then gone, then back again, then gone.. all within a relatively short span of time considering how his usual ventures out went.
Ratchet really did want to do the date thing, but the timing of it all was crucial. There had to be a time where Pharma and First Aid could handle things on their own, and he wanted to be extra sure that First Aid was more than ready. Of course, what was the likely hood of something going wrong during the few hours the date would potentially last?
It also didn't help much that he had to turn to Pharma for advice about dating. It had been so long that he'd done it that he just needed that extra bit of reassurance that he could pull it off still.
A datapad with notes in one servo, Ratchet sat at his workbench while going over his notes for the Synth-En. One day he'd get it figured out, but maybe with Wheeljack's help, and maybe even Pharma and First Aid as well, they could create a whole new supply of energy for themselves. It came to little surprise when the Wrecker slid over, but it came as a much larger surprise when he popped the question.. in regards to if he was free that night.
"Not entirely for once.. What is it, Wheeljack? Did you have something planned for me?"
Wheeljack knew, of course, that Ratchet would only say ‘yes’ to a night out if he was reasonably confident that Pharma and First Aid would be able to handle things… which was why he’d waited until things had quieted right down before setting this ridiculous little plot into motion. Hopefully, he’d have no problems in coaxing Ratchet into taking a well-earned break from all the hard work he’d been doing lately.
He leaned in closer, casually craning his neck to take a peek at the datapad, and caught a glimpse of notes and calculations and equations. Synth-En. The Wrecker felt a twinge of foreboding as he saw it - while he certainly understood the determination with which Ratchet pursued that elusive equation for synthetic energon, the obsessiveness with which he chased it was… worrisome. His coy smile wavered for only a microklik, nigh imperceptible for anyone who wasn't watching close.
“Well, y’think y’can clear some time in your busy schedule to go out for a bit with your favorite wrecker?” Wheeljack hummed, reaching out with a charming grin to tug the datapad from the medic’s hands. He took care to save his work before powering it down and setting it aside. His other hand came up to cup Ratchet’s cheekplates briefly, teasingly. “I got somethin’ I wanna show you, Sunshine, and I ain’t gonna take ‘no’ for an answer.”
Obsessive was probably the most accurate way to describe how Ratchet felt in regards to the Synth-En and his need to complete the formula for it. It was something they desperately needed, and they certainly couldn't rely on mechs like Wheeljack to raid all the Energon mines all the time. One day they would deplete any and all Energon reserves on the planet, and they would be forced to drastic measures. Taking this precaution now was a good thing, but even Ratchet's determination would get him so far before he drove himself crazy.
Thankfully he had a few willing to help when it came to his research, and he knew that Wheeljack wasn't about to leave him without anything to fuel up on. The Wreck just plain refused.. something that the medic appreciated and admired.
Ratchet gave Wheeljack a bit of a look as the other pulled the datapad away from him, powering it down after saving all the progress he'd made since he booted the thing to begin with. Maybe a night out was a good idea, and he'd been wanting to give this 'date' thing a try as it was anyway.
"Well.. since you asked so nicely, I suppose I'll tag along with you. It's not like you're giving me an easy way out." The elder mech sighed softly, then smiled at the sudden touch. Primus this was going to take getting used to, but there was something that felt comforting when he cupped his cheekplates like that. "Would you mind terribly if I grabbed a couple of things first? I mean.. I'm not even remotely ready to just go out on such sudden notice. I promise I won't take long."
Oho, and there was that look the Wrecker was all-too-familiar with, full of exasperation and not-quite-annoyance! If he didn’t know that he could absolutely get away with it, he might have retreated in the face of such danger. Wheeljack held firm, though, keeping up his charming little grin as he tucked the pad away. It would do Ratchet some good to get out and away from his worries for awhile and enjoy himself, and Wheeljack figured it was well worth the ‘risk’ of getting a scolding for his troubles.
“Hey, now, I ain’t gonna force ya if you don’t wanna accompany me out on a nice romantic date with just the two of us,” Wheeljack teased, inwardly delighted at the smile his touch had brought forth. He lingered a moment longer, his thumb tracing a gentle circle on Ratchet’s cheekplates before he pulled his hand slowly away. “I guess I could wait a liiiittle while longer if it means you’re grabbin’ some of that high grade y’promised me.” His playful drawl was accompanied by a suggestive waggle of his browplates.
He continued to lean casually against the workbench as he watched Ratchet putter around, a fond smile on his face. “We gotta get you outta the base more, Doc,” The Wrecker then casually said, “I think I’m gonna have’ta prescribe more sudden short-notice outings. Doctor’s orders an’ all that.”
Once upon a time, Ratchet would have likely scoffed at Wheeljack and snatched his datapad back, quickly following with an 'I needed that!' However.. things had changed between the both of them, and Ratchet didn't reach to take his datapad back. He let the Wrecker pull it from him, placing it aside before cupping his cheekplate like he had. The medic leaned into Wheeljack's hand, his smile softening all the more as the younger mech rubbing his cheekplate with his thumb.
Primus, he was getting too good at this.
"I do want to go with you, and tonight's good. Pharma and First Aid can handle things, and things are going slow today as it is. I have to admit, though.. you have me curious." He watched as Wheeljack slowly pulled his hand away, the medic fighting a small urge to pull it right back. It'd been comforting, and Ratchet hadn't been quite ready to give up on that comfort just yet. They had the date, and they'd have much more time for that later anyway, which had been his reasoning for not acting on the impulse. "Of course I can get the high grade, but there might be a couple of little things I want to grab as well.. like rust sticks." One brow plate waggle, and the medic was already a flushing mess.
Escaping temporarily, the elder mech pulled open a drawer on his workbench, pulling out a couple cubes of high grade. He set them down on the table itself, placing a container of rust sticks next to them. As Wheeljack continued to speak to him, Ratchet attempted to block his view as he quickly pulled out a smaller container, subspacing it as fast as he could. He'd been working on a little something for Wheeljack, and wanted to give it to him when he'd found the proper time. This date was just as good as any.
"Are you seriously trying put the chief medical officer on a prescription of the outdoors? Pfff." Ratchet chuckled lightly to himself, though he would have rolled his optics at anyone else who would have tried something as snarky as that, save for Optimus and Ultra Magnus. "Either way, I'm all set if you are. Why don't you lead the way since you're the one who planned this whole date?"
There was no mistaking that flush across Ratchet’s cheekplates - the medic was just as delighted to have tactile contact as Wheeljack was to give it. The Wrecker took a moment to marvel at just how perfectly the curve of his palm matched the curve of Ratchet’s cheek, as if it were specifically engineered as such. Perhaps it was a good thing Ratchet pulled away when he did, because Wheeljack might have ended up kissing him silly right then and there if he hadn’t, and that was far too early in the evening for that. He had plans, after all, and he hoped to stick to them.
Ratchet, luckily, had goodies stashed away in a drawer in his workbench. Wheeljack’s doorwings perked right up considerably in interest. ANother thing came out of the drawer next, but it was stashed away before he could spy what it was. What Ratchet pulled out of his drawer next, though, made Wheeljack’s browplates rise in honest surprise. “Rust sticks? Haven’t seen those in a while,” He whistled, leaning over to take a look at them. “Savin’ those for a special occasion?”
At Ratchet’s light exasperated laugh, he took up a solemn look. “I am absolutely puttin’ the chief medical officer on a prescription,” Wheeljack told him, his face quite serious. “I mean, I’m seein’ a doc, so that makes me qualified, right?” He hoped that would get another coveted laugh out of Ratchet.
Finally, they were all set and ready for their ‘big night out’, and he all too gladly took the lead. “We’re goin’ for a bit of a drive, but it ain’t too far, I promise.” Wheeljack sauntered towards the tunnel leading out of the base. Maybe with a bit more flair than might have been his usual,he transformed, folding down into the sleek sports car that was his alt-mode, and together they hit the road.
True to his word, the drive wasn’t long at all - Wheeljack lead him down the quiet back-country highway to the secluded drive-in theatre that once served Jasper County. The sun was just beginning to set on the horizon, casting dusky golden light across the abandoned property. While the rest of the lot was overgrown with weeds and low desert brush, it was very obvious that someone had restored the large screen to a somewhat functional state. The Cybertronian-esque (with a few Earth parts cobbled in) projector nearby was also a dead giveaway.
“Oh, wow, would’ja look at that, what a coincidence!” He drawled casually as he transformed, “We’re due for a movie night, and there’s a perfectly good giant screen just askin’ t’be used!”
Ratchet had always been one to keep an ample assortment of supplies in his workbench. Most of it had been taken over by his tools that he needed to keep safe, but it was also where he hid the high grade as well as some other 'goodies' for when he felt others needed them. Rust sticks were one of his favorites if he had to pick one, though there had also been some Energon Goodies in there as well.
"You could say that I have been. It's not often I dig into them, or let others do so, so.. I suppose I could use this chance to share them with you." Thank Primus he hadn't caught the other object the medic had pulled out from the workbench. He'd planned on keeping it a surprise until later, and the longer he could put it off the better. It hadn't been anything extravagant, or at least that's what the elder mech had thought anyway, but he want to at least give Wheeljack something as a way of showing his thanks.
He scoffed at Wheeljack's bold claims, rolling his optics with a hint of a smile, a chuckle following suit. "I'm fairly certain that doesn't make you qualified, but.. it doesn't change the fact that I could use time away from the base every now and again. Just going on a simple short drive around Jasper isn't enough. Spending time with you? It is." Just the time alone with him on the Jackhammer proved that point for him. Several days in his mobile home of sorts, just watching movies with him and talking to him while he healed from his near fatal injuries.. It made Ratchet realize just how much he missed relaxing and taking it easy.
In fact, he'd nearly forgotten how to all together.
The promise of their date setting being not too far away was a rather pleasant thought for the medic. They wouldn't need the ground bridge, nor the Jackhammer, to get to where they needed to go, instantly saving some Energon. Not to mention they wouldn't have to worry about jumping right in on some unsuspecting humans. "Alright. Lead the way. I'll be right behind you."
The CMO followed the Wrecker, transforming and making his way out of the base. He had no clue where they were going, but he trusted Wheeljack. Down the highway they went, and it came as a surprise when they finally arrived at an old drive-in movie theater. Transforming after Wheeljack had, he looked around the place. It certainly had seen better days, but some parts of this place had seemed.. recently renovated. The screen was in decent shape, but it was the projector that gave it away.
"Coincidence? I'm fairly certain that this was your intended location.. and had been for quite some time. Did you do all of this? For me?"
“Dunno what yer talkin’ ‘bout, Sunshine,” Wheeljack said playfully as he strolled over to the projector, but the look upon Ratchet’s face made his spark flutter and flip within its casing, and the Wrecker paused, suddenly caught by the tight, happy feeling that washed over him. The days of hard work in fixing up that screen and in cobbling together a working projector became worth it in that instant, and even if Ratchet suddenly dumped his skidplate at that very moment, he doubted that what he felt would diminish in the slightest.
He smiled, broad and genuine and bright, and for the happiness he radiated his face looked younger and less worn-down than it had mere moments before. “All of it for you,” he murmured, before reaching out and snagging Ratchet’s hand. His scarred lipplates pressed against the medic’s knuckle joints. “Wanted to make our evenin’ special, cuz you deserve it.”
It was a good thing no other bot was around to see him acting so pit-fragging twitterpated, because Wheeljack’d never hear the end of it. Primus, if he weren’t acting like some green lovesick youngling right now, he’d probably never let himself hear the end of it.
“This place is so far off th’ ‘beaten path’, no human is gonna trip over us, an’ I’ve got a signal scrambler goin’ to keep any surprise ‘Con visitors from spottin’ us on their scanners. It’ll be just you… and me…” And all that might imply, but that definitely depended on how the evening went, and he certainly wouldn’t get ahead of himself.
With another smile, he tugged gently upon Ratchet’s servo, and began to walk backwards, leading the medic towards a spot cleared of weeds and brush. It was the perfect distance from the screen. He let out a huffing laugh, and then teased, “-An’ that high grade, of course. ‘Specially the high grade.”
Ratchet rolled his optics as Wheeljack playfully denied leading the medic to this place intentionally. Of course he knew he was joking around. Either way, he'd been extremely touched that the Wrecker had gone through so much trouble for him. He never asked for a personal movie room in the outdoors, and he didn't need one, but here Wheeljack had been.. putting one together for him. Or.. he'd at least fixed up a run down one. He'd heard of theaters humans would go to with their vehicles, and it seemed Wheeljack had done his homework.
His optics traveled down to his hand as the younger mech took it into his own, flushing with slightly widened optics as the Wrecker planted a soft kiss onto it. Primus, he still wasn't used to this, but that didn't mean that it was unwanted. "Wheeljack, I.." The medic blinked a couple of times, attempting to gather his barrings. "I greatly appreciate your efforts, but you need this just as much, if not more." The more excuses he tried to come up with in his processor, the more he realized that he was the one who likely needed this night most. Wheeljack could get away whenever he wanted, but Ratchet? He was the one stuck at base at all times.
As the Wrecker explained his plan in which no unexpected visitors would disturb them, the elder mech's optics brightened. He really had put a lot of thought into this. Not only had Wheeljack searched for a place humans likely would not tread, but also set up a scrambler so that Decepticons would detect them. "I never would have expected you to go to such lengths, but.. I'm quite impressed."
Just Wheeljack.. and himself. He liked the thought of it quite a lot.
Ratchet smiled at the mention of high grade, allowing the younger mech to lead him where he wanted to go. Before him was a cleared spot, obviously meant for the two of them to sit so that they could enjoy the movie. "Of course. I'll get that high grade for you in just a moment." The medic sat down on the ground, opening his subspace before pulling out the two cubes of high grade, as well as the rust sticks. Instead of closing it right away, Ratchet pulled out one finally object.
"There's... something else I want to give you as well. It's something I've been working on for you for some time now in between projects. It's nothing much, but.. I hope that you like it regardless." Ratchet handed the small package to Wheeljack, hoping that he liked the small, handmade music player he'd cobbled together for him.
The way Ratchet flustered and blushed made Wheeljack smile fondly at him. Judging by the medic’s reaction now, he hadn’t expected this. Admittedly, maybe Wheeljack hadn’t given him much reason to expect much from him, but the Wrecker definitely intended to change that…. But no matter what went through Ratchet’s processor now, the endearing way he took in his spark swell in happiness. “I’d do anythin’ for you, Sunshine. Haven’t y’figured that out yet? And don’t you try an’ say this is more ‘bout me than you. When was th’last time you got outta the house?”
As far as he knew, the last time Ratchet had been out for longer than a few hours had been the mission they’d gone on to grab the Resonance Blaster - and that had been a while back. He levelled an expectant look at the medic, an easy, teasing grin on his face.
Out came the high grade and the rust sticks, and Wheeljack gave a little sound of triumph at the sight of them, but then Ratchet passed him a small device that fit perfectly in the palm of his hand. He turned it over curiously, long-unused engineering knowledge helping him map out how the parts had been macgyvered together into what looked like a clever little music device. “Of… of course I like it!” He exclaimed after a breathless pause, his doorwings perking up considerably. “Sunshine… Ratchet, this ain’t ‘nothing much’, this is ingenious!”
It was a testament to Ratchet’s sheer ingenuity and resourcefulness, an example of his brilliant mind put to use. Perhaps once it had been the medic’s feisty nature that had won Wheeljack’s affection, but now… well, nothing was more attractive than a sharp and clever mind. “You didn’t have’t’do this. I'm th' one supposed t'be spoilin' you, not the other way around,” He murmured, still delightedly examining the little device to study how the components - a mix of Cybertronian and Terran scraps, by the looks of it - had been put together to make a functional unit.“... You’re amazin’, y’know that?”
How had he gotten so lucky as to know the smartest bot on the planet? How had he gotten so lucky as to get to spend time like this with him? Wheeljack marveled at it, and marveled at Ratchet, his gaze unabashedly adoring. Frag, if any of the other Wreckers had seen him now, they’d laugh him into the next millennia - but Wheeljack didn’t care, because Ratchet was worth it. “... Thank you, Ratchet.”
It took him a few moments to remember he too had a gift to share. With a sheepish, embarrassed little sound at the ridiculous way he’d acted, Wheeljack said, “- I brought a buncha movies along. Some of ‘em we watched before, but I also found some I thought you’d like. We can watch whatever you want.” From his subspace he pulled his beat up old datapad, upon which he pushed a few buttons to make the projector click to life and cast the image of a loading screen upon the broad screen before them. Both seasons of that human comedy they both loved were loaded onto a data chip in the device, as was the tried-and-true Guardians of the Galaxy… as well as a few new ones he’d (illegally) downloaded. Gently, he tugged Ratchet down to the ground to sit next to him. “Just me an’ you an’ the high grade,” he repeated.
"I.." Primus he hated when Wheeljack was right, primarily when it came to situations like this. Just when had the last time been that he'd gotten out for a reasonable amount of time to just relax? The last he could recall was when they had gone to get the Resonance Blaster and fought against Soundwave in order to save Wheeljack, but that hadn't been relaxing at all. It'd been a bonding moment between the two of them, but it had only been that. "I'm.. not sure, actually."
Ratchet hadn't been sure what to expect when he handed his gift over to Wheeljack. He'd honestly hoped for the best, but that's exactly what he had gotten.. and more. The Wrecker was ecstatic over the small musical device! "Thank you. I'd.. hoped that you would've liked it. I.. put a couple of songs on there that I thought you might like, as well as.. a couple of Earth songs that have.. interested me a little." Some of them had naturally been from the soundtrack to Guardians of the Galaxy, but among that had been a couple of other songs by such artists as the Elvis Presley and the Johnny Cash.
He merely chuckled as Wheeljack lightly scolded him for doing something nice like this for him when it should've been the other way around. It wasn't how Ratchet saw it at all. "You do all of these things for me, Wheeljack. I should be doing just as much for you. We're in this together now, and.. I honestly could not be happier." At the younger mech's compliment, the medic only blushed furiously. "Thank you. You're.. amazing, too."
Just as Wheeljack had wondered how he had gotten so lucky, Ratchet had thought the same. Just how did he get someone so selfless and caring.. who would go to great lengths just to keep him online. Someone who would take the pain away, even if for a little while. He blinked in confusion when suddenly thanked, looking to Wheeljack. "For what..? If anything.. I should be thanking you for everything you've done for me."
And before he knew it, Wheeljack was reaching into his own subspace for his datapad, pulling Ratchet down with him as he spoke of what had been on there for them to watch. Some old ones, some new ones, and it was once again the medic's pick as to what they watched first. "Well.. if you insist." He looked through the database, smiling his Wrecker reminded him that it was just the two of them. It was a thought he really enjoyed. "Just you and me.. and one of the best nights imaginable."
As the CMO looked through the movies, there was one movie that stood out to him when he spotted it. "This one.. It says it's about a Martian.. but it's clearly a human on the cover." Not even realizing it as he spoke, he began to lean against Wheeljack, unconsciously resting his helm on the other mech's shoulder.
“Now which one of us has th’ job of keepin’ everyone in one piece? I only blow ‘Cons up, and that ain’t that hard of a job. You, though, you’re responsible for takin’ care of all of us when we get our afts inta trouble,” Wheeljack exclaimed in slight disbelief, before levelling a look at Ratchet: certainly not comparable to the looks the medic himself dealt out, but nevertheless, it was a formidable one. “You’ve been workin’ too hard an’ for too long. Y’need this, Sunshine, so for the rest of the night, I’m gonna make sure y’relax and have some well-earned downtime.”
Even though the area he’d cleared for their enjoyment amounted to little more than a bare patch of dirt (and some smaller weeds), it felt just as cozy as the bunk on The Jackhammer or the room back at base they’d appropriated for their binge-watching - but with less of a chance of getting walked in on, despite the inherent openness of the desert around them. He had his datapad rigged so that any perimeter breaches would be routed straight to his HUD, and the signal scramble covering the area was still going strong, so there was little worry of interruption of human or Decepticon variety.
Yeah, tonight was gonna be one of the best nights imaginable.
Ratchet’s attention had been caught by one of the movies, and Wheeljack knew from the way his face lit up in curiosity that this would be the one. In all honesty, he didn’t know much about the movie itself - well-rated, sci-fi, and long as frag, but he’d watch it twenty times over if it made Sunshine perk up like that. “A human on that desolate dustball? This should be good,” He said, a little bit sardonically, a little bit teasing, but nevertheless he gave the cover a tap and queued up the movie.
And even as he did so, the mech beside him settled in closer, his head tucked against his shoulder. Wheeljack’s doorwings twitched upward in delighted surprise, before he smiled, and rested his own helm against Ratchet’s. He even wrapped an arm around the medic’s torso (albeit tentatively at first) to hold him close as the movie was projected onto the screen before them.
Though he’d tossed The Martian movie into his collection offhand, Wheeljack ended up being pleasantly surprised by it within the first ten minutes. It obviously took place in the future, as the humans were using some rather advanced tech, but the plot - a squishy stranded on a desolate planet - turned out to be just interesting enough to genuinely hold the Wrecker in suspense. And, also to his surprise, all the science (at least, all the stuff Wheeljack was familiar with) going on on-screen was actually pretty accurate.
“Y’know, I like this Watney guy,” Wheeljack murmured to Ratchet, popping one of the energon goodies into his mouth as their protagonist cleverly engineered his way around what would otherwise be problems of the terminal variety. “Never realized humans could be so smart.” And then as if to contradict him, Watney blew himself up. Wheeljack had the decency to wait at least a few microkliks (to be certain Watney was alive, of course; and then he realized they had more than half a movie left, so of course he’d be alive) before snorting out a laugh.
No matter how hard Ratchet tried to find some flaw in Wheeljack's logic that proved that the Wrecker was the one who needed this night more, it just solidified the fact that the medic was truly the one who needed this. He needed time away from the base, the others, the war, the Synthetic Energon research, and the stress that came from all four of those combined. How he hadn't driven himself mad was beyond him, but perhaps that had been Wheeljack's doing as well. He kept the elder mech grounded, and gave him something more to look forward to each time they met.
Even with watching movies together on the Jackhammer and even at the Autobot base, there was something to be said about watching movies on such a large screen. It was the perfect size for them, and they wouldn't have to huddle around a small datapad, not that Ratchet wasn't getting used to the closeness of it all. Here they could spread out and be comfortable, but the medic still wanted to be close to Wheeljack.
Wheeljack had put up the signal scrambler, and had even put in countermeasures should a human or Decepticon stumble in, but Ratchet still found himself slightly nervous. What if they somehow got through all of that? Maybe the unease would go away as the date progressed.
A human in space.. He'd heard that humans could do that using highly expensive rockets that the government would launch from time to time, but hadn't put humans up into space in a very long time. "I suppose it could be. I wonder how well humans can handle outer space, let alone the environment of another planet." Like Cybertron.
It hadn't been until Wheeljack wrapped his arm around the elder mech's torso and leaned his helm against Ratchet's that he had even noticed he'd rested his own helm on the Wrecker's shoulder. He turned his helm as he flushed more, looking to Wheeljack in surprise. It took only a brief moment to relax, his surprised expression shifting to an enamored smile before shifting in order to get more comfortable. Slowly, Ratchet wrapped one of his own arm's around the younger mech.
For one of the first times since being placed on this insufferable rock and dealing with Decepticons on a regular basis.. Ratchet felt completely safe.
With the exception of reaching for a rust stick or two, he never once moved. He was completely drawn into the movie, curious to see how this poor human male was going to survive Mars for so long. It never really dawned on him that human space travel took ages, and that they simply couldn't just get another ship to him within a couple of days. No, it was going to take years! Just one more reason why Ratchet couldn't stand their technology.. He glanced to Wheeljack with his optics as the other murmured about how he was fond of this 'Watney' character, the human reminding the medic of the Wrecker a little too much. "I can see why. You and he are quite alike, though different in many aspects." And then, there was the explosion. The guy was lucky to be alright!
But of course, things only got worse for him when the airlock completely blew off of the Hab, sending 'Watney' flying and damaging his suit. Ratchet lightly gasped as it happened, dying to know how he was going to survive this one. To make matters worse, the cold of the planet would have killed his potato plants for sure, and there was no easy way of fixing the Hab from what Ratchet could see. "Primus.. I would have lost my mind if that had been me.. stuck on some deserted planet, fighting to stay alive.."
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