Title: Happy Birthday Mr Medic

[wildernesstales]

Rating: PG-13
Series: G1
Pairings: Sideswipe/Ratchet/Sunstreaker
Summary: It’s Ratchet’s birthday and he doesn’t want to celebrate.  Sideswipe and Sunstreaker on the other hand do.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: Written for the twins_x_ratchOctober Challenge , Week 3.  Prompt was Ratchet’s birthday
Feedback makes friends.  Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.

Ratchet never particularly looked forward to his birthday.  Just another year older, one more year closer to deactivation.  Last year, he’d spent his birthday up to his elbows in Optimus Prime’s internals, desperately trying to stop their leader from offlining after Megatron’s latest attack.  So he wasn’t particularly looking forward to this year.

Of course, he hadn’t counted on the intervention of his new lovers.

“Come on Ratchet, your shift finished over an hour ago.” Sideswipe pleaded with his lover, tugging on one arm to try and pull the medic away from his desk.
“Sideswipe!  I need to get this finished.” Ratchet yanked his arm back and picked up the datapad he’d dropped when Sideswipe had grabbed his arm.
“But Ratchet…” Sideswipe whined.  Ratchet put down his datapads and stared at the red mech.
“What?”
“It’s your birthday, you shouldn’t be working.”
“It’s just another day, Sideswipe.” Ratchet shrugged off the younger mech’s enthusiasm.
“It’s not just another day.  It’s your birthday, and you are stopping work and coming with me now.” Sideswipe grabbed Ratchet’s arm again and hauled him out of his chair.
“Sideswipe!” Ratchet struggled against his mate’s grip, but was unable to break free.  Sideswipe started walking towards the door, pulling a still-struggling Ratchet with him.

“Happy birthday, boss.” First Aid smiled as he watched Sideswipe tug Ratchet out of the medbay.  The glare the medic shot him was priceless, and First Aid was sure that he’d get at least a telling off for it, but the moment was too good to not enjoy.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Sideswipe, will you let me go?  I can walk!” Ratchet pulled again, trying to free his arm from Sideswipe’s grip.  He wasn’t surprised when Sideswipe didn’t give.
“Not taking the chance that you’ll run off back to the medbay.” Sideswipe tossed over his shoulder.
“Sideswipe.” Ratchet was quickly losing his patience.
“Ratchet…” Sideswipe stopped, turning to face his lover.  “We’ve got something special planned for your birthday, and it’s no fun if you’re not there to take part.” Ratchet was powerless to resist at the look on Sideswipe’s face.  Even if he hated his birthday, he found he couldn’t deny Sideswipe and Sunstreaker this.
“All right.” Shaking his head, he gestured for Sideswipe to carry on and followed the red mech when he did.
“Dare I ask what you’ve got planned?”
“Wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you.” Sideswipe grinned, pausing and falling in step with Ratchet.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Whatever Ratchet had been expecting when the door to their quarters slid open, it certainly wasn’t what he found inside.  Resetting his optics to make sure he wasn’t having any problems with his vision, he just stood there and gaped.

Their quarters were dark, the only illumination coming from crystals scattered around the room.  Sunstreaker was seated on the floor, blankets spread out around him.  There was even a range of energon goodies to one side as well as some high grade.
“I…” Ratchet didn’t know what to say.
“Happy birthday.” Both twins spoke as one, Sideswipe pushing Ratchet into the room and letting the door slide shut.
“Thank you.” Ratchet sank to his knees in front of Sunstreaker.  “I don’t know what to say…”
“You don’t have to say anything.” Sunstreaker answered, passing Ratchet a cube of high grade.  “Just relax and let us show you how much we love you.”
“Yeah, let us shower you in affection.” Sideswipe knelt behind Ratchet and wrapped his arms around the medic, nuzzling against his neck.  “It’s not often we get to treat you like this.” Sunstreaker nodded in agreement. 
“I don’t get much of a say in the matter, do I?” Ratchet asked, though he didn’t sound annoyed.
“Nope.” Sideswipe agreed cheerfully, shifting to sit next to Ratchet so the medic could actually drink his high grade.  Ratchet took a sip, sensors registering the taste with more than a little surprise.
“How did you…?” He faltered.  Somehow, they’d managed to get hold of his favorite blend.
“We have our ways.” Sunstreaker answered his question.
“But…”
“No buts.  We want to treat you.”
“You deserve to be treated.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Offline your optics.” Sunstreaker murmured softly, sitting in front of Ratchet.  It was a sign of how relaxed (and how much high grade he’d had) that Ratchet offlined his optics almost immediately.
“Don’t online them until I tell you to.” Sunstreaker ordered, reaching for one of the energon goodies.  He’d saved some until now, wanting to tease Ratchet with them.
“Open your mouth.” Sunstreaker waited until Ratchet did so before placing one of the goodies in his mouth.  Closing his mouth, Ratchet gave a murmur of appreciation as the treat melted on his glossa, the taste spreading out through his sensors.
“Like it?” Sideswipe asked, even though he already knew the answer.
“Where did you get that?” At the touch of another goodie to his lips, Ratchet opened his mouth again.
“Sunstreaker made them.” Ratchet’s optics flashed on in surprise.
“You made them?” Sunstreaker tilted his head up, prepared for the amusement that always seemed to come when it was found out that he could prepare energon goodies.
“Yes.”
“For me?”
“Yes, for you.”
“And for me!” Sideswipe added, reaching around Ratchet and popping one in his mouth.

Sunstreaker shook his head, the moment spoiled.  Ratchet reached forward, pulling Sunstreaker into a gentle kiss.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t I get a thank you too?” Sideswipe pouted.
“You didn’t make him energon goodies.” Sunstreaker retorted, glaring at his brother over Ratchet’s shoulder.
“No, but I bet he’ll scream my name before he screams yours.”
“Challenge accepted.” Ratchet didn’t stand a chance as he suddenly found himself beneath two enthusiastic and amorous Lamborghinis.

Comments

[renegadewriter8.livejournal.com]

*squee* That was so lovely and sweet! Great job! The ending needs a sequel though XP

[zjargon.livejournal.com]

Oh, Sideswipe. Always has to throw in the last challenge, doesn't he? This is so sweet. Lucky, Ratchet.

Great job on this!

... also throwing a vote in on a sequel. >.>

[velvet-infinity.livejournal.com]

Thirding hard on a sequel!!

That was lovely XD

[darkeyes-17.livejournal.com]

Aww, so fluffy. I love a grumpy Ratchet being looked after in all the right ways. Sunstreaker making the goodies is such a nice touch to it all.

~<3

[mmouse15.livejournal.com]

Now THAT is the way to celebrate a birthday. Loved it, Casha! Just the right amount of sarcasm from Ratchet and fluff from the twins, combining to make a lovely whole.

[sideslip-tf.livejournal.com]

That was so sweet. So thoughtful of the twins to pamper their medc. Sunstreaker being able to make goodies? Priceless!