wildernesstales | TF: Silence

Rating: PG-13
Series: G1
Pairings: Sideswipe/Ratchet/Sunstreaker
Summary: After a surprise in the medbay, Ratchet has to work out what to do next. Wheeljack is of little help.
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 4. Prompt was "A kiss is a lovely trick, designed by nature, to stop words when speech becomes superfluous." Ingrid Bergmen
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.

“So what are you going to do about it?” Wheeljack asked, failing entirely to keep the amusement out of his voice.
“Huh?” It was a rare sight to see Ratchet speechless, and Wheeljack was enjoying every moment of it. The medic staggered to a berth and leant against it.
“What just happened?”
“Sunstreaker kissed you.” Wheeljack informed him gleefully. Ratchet spluttered. Again.
“Why?”
“Well, the reason most ‘bots kiss another ‘bot is because they like them, you know, really like them.” Wheeljack was having far too much fun with this.
“Frag off. You know what I meant.” Ratchet recovered enough to growl at Wheeljack.
“I know, and I’m serious. I think he likes you.”
“But…”
“But nothing. I know you like them too, and don’t even pretend to deny it!” Wheeljack added as Ratchet looked as though he was about to protest.
“I…”
“You do, and you know it as well as I do. I’ve seen the way you look at them.”
“Them?” Ratchet squeaked.
“Yes, them. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe.”
“I…” Ratchet scrubbed a hand across his face.
“You know they’re a package deal. I’ve never seen either of them on their own with a ‘bot.” Ratchet groaned.
“And don’t tell me you don’t like that idea. I was there when you were at the Academy, remember? I know exactly what you got up to.”
“’Jack…”
“So you’ve now got definite proof that Sunstreaker likes you. And I don’t doubt that Sideswipe feels the same way. One wouldn’t approach you and do something like that without the other’s consent or blessing.”
“Wheeljack…” Ratchet’s voice was harsher this time, but Wheeljack wasn’t giving up.
“Sunstreaker’s put the ball in your court now. It’s your turn to make up your mind as to what you want now.”
“I…” Ratchet trailed off again. He knew what he wanted, which was probably the main reason that Sunstreaker kissing him had shocked him into silence. Having proof that they wanted him was something he still couldn’t believe.

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

“Well, what do you suggest I do?” Ratchet asked quietly.
“You’re asking me for advice?” Wheeljack grinned behind his mask. They were sitting in the rec room, and Ratchet kept glancing over to where Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were sitting.
“Yes.” Ratchet hissed back, dropping his gaze down to his energon cube as he realised that Sunstreaker had looked over.
“I suggest you go over there and talk to them.” Wheeljack nudged Ratchet’s arm.
“I’m not going to get any peace from you if I don’t, am I?”
“It’s not peace from me you need, Ratch’.”

“He keeps looking at us.” Sunstreaker muttered.
“Probably can’t believe you kissed him.”
“I can’t believe I kissed him.”
“I can’t either and it’s all you’ve talked about since.”
“Frag off.” Anything more Sunstreaker was going to say was stopped by Ratchet approaching the table.
“Ratchet.” Sideswipe grinned, spreading his arms wide. “Join us, please.”
“I…” Ratchet stammered, looking decidedly uncomfortable, but he sat down. “About what happened today...”
“Where Sunstreaker kissed you?” Sideswipe couldn’t believe that Ratchet was so embarrassed about. He’d heard stories about what the medic had gotten up to at the Academy.
“Yes. Now it’s not that I…”
“Don’t try and tell me you didn’t enjoy it.” Sunstreaker cut in.
“It’s not that, it’s just that I have to know what you two want. Whether you really want a mech like me, whether you both really want me or…”
“Enough talking.” Sideswipe grumbled, pulling Ratchet close and kissing him.
“Satisfied now?” Ratchet could only nod, dazed. Wheeljack, meanwhile, was holding his sides in silent laughter and trying not to fall off his chair.