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Ironhide onlines to warmth around him, Ratchet recharges in front of him. He glances over his shoulder to see a blue helm antenna. Turning over to face Prime, he slides his silver servo over the red and blue flamed armor. He presses the side of his helm against the Prime’s chest, the spark pulses strong under the armor. A smaller spark pulses after Prime’s.
“Someone’s up early,” Ratchet says and sits up on the edge of the berth.
“Why is Prime here?” Ironhide asks.
“I . . . we’re bonded,” Ratchet says. “I didn’t know how to tell you.”
“You could have just told me,” Ironhide trails his fingers over Prime’s helm.
“I didn’t want you to get mad,” Ratchet sighs. “You’re trigger happy when you’re mad.”
“Why would I get mad?” Ironhide leans over and pulls Ratchet backward.
I need to get ready,” Ratchet pulls away.
“For what?”
“Jazz has an appointment,” Ratchet frowns.
“You’d rather be with him than me?”
“Will you get mad if I say yes?” Ratchet smirks.
“You’re testing me,” Ironhide shakes his helm.
Optimus Prime onlines, optics scan the berth. He frowns as he sits up.
“They left me,” Optimus Prime looks at the chronometer. “And they let me recharge late.”
~I doubt the Autobots will fall into anarchy while you recharge,~ Ratchet pulses over the bond.
~You still shouldn’t have let me recharge so late,~ Optimus Prime opens the door to the med-bay.