Ratchet's Best Creation Day

Ratchet's Best Creation Day
Transformers Prime-verse based on a theory please enjoy ^^
Ratchet sighed as he typed on the keyboard of his main computer; the days on this planet seemed to pass faster than those on Cybertron.  It had already been almost a year since his last Creation Day anniversary and tomorrow would be his next one. He had seen no sign that the others knew and for that he was thankful; he had no intention of making a big event of one little creation day. He wanted nothing more on his creation day other than to be left alone for the day in order to just have time to himself. Maybe he would go some place secluded and out of human sight, some place sunny and warm maybe a beach of some sort; it had been a while since he got some R&R. Primus knows he needed it after all they had been through the last few years.
Ratchet could hear the door open and the engines of Bumblebee and Arcee zooming through the main tunnel. He sighed again and attempted to leave the room before they arrived. It was to late though as they both rolled in and their humans climbed out of them and started heading for their normal hang out. Ratchet had gotten to the door when he heard Bee and Arcee transformed and a hand on his shoulder.
"Ratchet?" Arcee's voice seemed to have a lot of questioned for him.
"I'm fine, Arcee. Just a little tired, I think an early recharge would be best." He told her emotionlessly without looking at her.
"Right…I guess goodnight Ratchet."
"Night Ratchet!" Called the little human, Raf, from their recreation area.
Ratchet muttered something and headed to his room leaving the other to watch him go. He walked into his room and closed the door locking it. His room was simple with medical supplies spread out on the shelves. He kneeled and reached under the berth taking out a small box. It was old and the only thing he had left from his life on Cybertron.  He sat on the berth with the box in his lap and sighed opening the lid and looking at the contence; pictures of a time when he had been so much happier. Not to say he wasn;t happy now, there had just been times when life seemed like pure bliss. Looking at these pictures of him and his would be spark mate made him yearn for younger days.
Flashback~~~~~~~~
Cybertron- Many stellar cycles before
Ratchet was a medic in training still but he  was close enough to complete that his mentor was impressed. Not many bots his age cared about the medical field they all wanted the action and excitement of the front line of battle. Not like there had been one in some time, but the world changes quickly and the Cybertronian army always had to be on guard. Medics, however, were different; they trained firstly as just medics then learned basic hand to hand and small weaponry combat afterward. Ratchet never expected to see a great battle ever in his life though so combat training seemed pointless, but it defiantly had its perks.
"Ratchet! You're putting too many different codes together!" his mentors loud voice filled his audios.
"Huh? Oh slag!" He snapped out of a small day dream and quickly worked on his computer to correct his error.  It took him all of two clicks to re configure the firewall coding he was working on and reset it back to its original codes, "Sorry I wasn't thinking about the coding."
"Well stop day dreaming, Ratchet, and pull yourself together. You're going to have to be a top notch medic if you want to get anywhere in this field. Now your time is up here, work on a new and IMPROVED firewall coding before our next session."
"Yes sir." Ratchet grumbled colleting his data pad and rushing for the door.
Ratchet ran out before his mentor could lecture him about not needing combat training as much as he needed to concentrate on his medical studies and what not. His mentor refused to think that fighting was a healthy part of becoming a field medic, but it was a requirement by the counsel. Ratchet ran to the combat arena and put his data pad into his small locker before going into the ring.
A huge red and black mech was in the ring taking on four others at once and winning without even really trying. He laughed as one grabbed him from behind and put him into a headlock, the other two charged at him. The red and black mech smirked and easily flipped the one on his back over his shoulder into the other two knocking all three of them to the ground with a loud groan.
"Eh, walk it off y'ah bunch o' babies." He teased them with his thick southern drawl.
Ratchet watched eagerly as the three got up and left the ring with more taunts and teases from the bigger mech. That's when he turned to Ratchet  and the medic in training locked optics with his combat trainer. Ironhide, one of the best and youngest mechs to ever pass his warriors test with record time; not to mention he set the record for least damage taken during the course. Yep, Ironhide was certainly something and Ratchet had the biggest crush on him. The bigger mech approached the medic in training and  stood towering over him with a small smile; Ratchet's face plates went bright red.
" 'bout time you got here darlin', I was starten to think yer mentor was gonna keep yah from me." He chuckled.
"N-No I'm here … So lets get started already I got enough home work to keep my busy for a week." Ratchet lied just wanting to get their training done before Ironhide could notice how red his visage was.
Ironhide put one servo under Ratchet chin and tilted his helm to look up at the warrior, " You such at lien' darlin'."
Ratchet pulled away from his hand and looked away blushing more from embarrassment now that he'd been caught in a lie. Ironhide said nothing more and pushed Ratchet into the ring
Time passed quickly and the more time Ratchet spent with this behemoth the more he began to see how much his feelings were reflected by the other. They were inseparable and people were hardly surprised, but there was always those few that would make snide remarks or give them dirty looks. None of that mattered to them though as long as they were together. However as time began to pass there was unease in the counsel and soon the war started. Their paradise had turned into a cruel haven of separation and pain. Everyday seemed like torture to Ratchet; Ironhide and him would wake up together from another night of attacks and Ironhide would hold him close as explosions sounded outside the underground base they were stationed in. When the explosions died down Ironhide would take some energon rations and kiss Ratchet goodbye before going out into the fight.
Today was no different; they had woken up early to the sounds of cannon fire and yelling. Ironhide sighed and held Ratchet close for only a moment before letting him go and grabbing his energon ration for the day. Ratchet sat up from the berth and grabbed his medical pack and waited for his goodbye kiss, but it didn't come. He looked at Ironhide as the warrior headed for the door and paused in the door frame.
"Stay safe…." He muttered before leavening.
Ratchet blinked a few times terribly confused. Ironhide had just left him without a goodbye kiss, a hug, nothing. What was going on? Ratchet got up from the berth and headed out the door to the infirmary to start his work, but he was distracted by the thought of Ironhide's unusual behavior. He reached the infirmary and his optics widened. The whole infirmary was in shambles and any wounded bot was slaughtered, torn to shreds by the Decepticons raiding his energon stocks. Ratchet readied his cannons about to attack when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned and almost couldn't comprehend who he was looking at. Optimus Prime, the last of the Primes, and the leader of the Autobots. Optimus shook his head and motioned for Ratchet to stay quiet and follow him. Ratchet did as ordered and followed Optimus out of the base to a ship where three others were waiting; a blue femme who looked like she'd been through hell, a bulky green mech who also looked like he had seen better days, and Ironhide. In Ironhide's arms was a small yellow sparkling looking around at everyone scared, most likely an orphan.
"What's going on?"  Ratchet asked confused.
"We were betrayed, we are the last of the Autobots at this base still alive. We need to evacuate now and get away from the planet." Optimus informed him.
Ratchet was hardly surprised that they had been betrayed, it was only a matter of time according to the records of other wars he'd read about. Ratchet strolled over to Ironhide and took the sparkling from him. The small sparkling whined and looked at Ratchet with such fear no child should know.
"It will be ok little one." Ratchet cooed to him.
This calmed the little one a bit and he nuzzled his helm into Ratchet's chassis. Ironhide chuckled and kissed Ratchet's cheek.
"He likes you."
"Oh hush, I'm still mad at you!" Ratchet snapped.
"What'd I do?"
"You knew the base was under attack didn't you?"
Ironhide looked down a bit, " I didn't know it was under attack no, I 'new somethin' was up though. I just didn' want cha' hurt darlin'."
"I'm a big bot I can take care of myse-"
A concentrated blast from a ray cannon hit Ratchet in the back and cut him off midsentence. He yelped in pain and fell forward with the sparkling. Ironhide caught him and helped him onto the ship while the others and Optimus fired on the approaching army of Vehicons. Ironhide sat ratchet in a seat and strapped him in so he could lean forward without injuring his back further. He set the sparkling in another seat and strapped him in as well. Ratchet looked up weakly the pain of the shot sending him into shock.
"I-Ironhide…don't ….don't leave me…"  He muttered.
"I 'ave to darlin', so you and the others can get yer aft's out a here."
Ratchet opened his mouth to protest but Ironhide slammed his lips over the medics in a deep and heated kiss. Ratchet moaned softly and kissed him back, but the kiss did not last long as Ironhide pulled away.
" 'side's, I can't lose you. I could hear yer complain'n half way across the universe." He teased.
Ratchet smiled then blacked out as his systems set to work to repair his back.
Present~~~
Ratchet sighed putting the picture away and touching his lips; that had been the last time he'd ever seen Ironhide before the aft had stayed behind to give them more time to escape. Ratchet wouldn't be surprised if he was rusting in some scrap heap on Cybertron right now. Tears filled his optics at the thought and he curled up on his berth. Alarms sounded around him and the rest of the base as their computer received an SOS.
Ratchet pressed his comm.  link and locked onto Optimus frequency, "Optimus? What's going on?"
"Our sensor have picked up another ship coming into Earth's atmosphere. We can't tell if it's Autobot or Decepticon but I'm sending a team to investigate. Would you like to go? They could use medical attention if it's an ally."
Ratchet sighed not wanting to go but looking at the time he could see it was one in the morning on his creation day. Time passed to quickly here on earth, "Yes Optimus I will go."
"Thank you Ratchet, and Happy Creation day."
Ratchet sighed as he turned off his comm. , as he had feared they remembered it was his creation day; which meant a day full of well wishes and slaps on the back. He winced and touched his back slightly remembering last creation day Bulkhead  had nearly sent him through a wall on accident. The medic shook his head and left his room going to the main room. The others were gathered there minus the humans since it was past their curfew. Arcee was the first to open her mouth and try to wish him well but Ratchet cut her off.
"NO! I do not want any well wishes, or Happy creation day , or anything said to me . I just want to do this mission then be left alone." He told her grumpily.
He heard Bee let out a slight sigh of disappointment from behind her and Ratchet sighed holding out his hand. Bee got excited all over again and placed his present into ratchet's hand. It was a piece of his equipment that had been broken by the scout not to long ago. Ratchet looked at it in surprise but smiled and patted the youngling's helm.
"Thank you Bumblebee I needed that."
Arcee smiled at them and opened the ground bridge telling them it was all time to depart. Ratchet set his present down and followed the rest of the group through leavening Optimus at the controls. Upon arriving at their destination all four of them became confused. The ship in question was a lot bigger than the one Wheeljack had come in; it looked to be an old Decepticon cargo ship down scaled a bit but still big. But that was not what had them confused; the confusing part was the two Cybertronians that were next to the ship. The first was a maroon and blue femme yelling at the ship and kicking it repeatedly, the other made Ratchet's spark jump.
A red and black mech with thick armor plating was sitting on a rock watching the femme. Ratchet stepped forward walking over to the mech only to freeze as he turned his helm to look at Ratchet. Their optics connected and Ratchet could have cried. It was him, it was his Ironhide. Ironhide stood and ran over to Ratchet nearly knocking him over as he hugged him tight. Ratchet hugged his back but waisted no time to connect their lips in a heated kiss as tears poured down his face plates. This was the best creation day of his life.