Transformers one-shots and lemons (2) [closed]

TF 2| Ratchet x Ironhide (lemon)

Requested by:RuddyPascall456

Plot: Ratchet doesn't really feel good but refuses to tell anyone. Although, Jolt noticed a change in Ratchet's behavior and asks Ironhide to help him.

Warnings: Swearing & Sexual scene

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'Why are you so late?'

Prowl frowned as I finally sat down. 'Surgery,' I lied and leaned back. 'You look a little pale, you're okay?' Prime asked. I waved my hand to dismiss him and ignored them. I felt tired, nauseous and just really sick. It's not uncommon for our holoforms to get sick but it's a bad timing. I can't get sick, I need to stay strong for my patients. I need to look after them. Jolt settled beside me and leaned closer towards me. 'I think you got a fever,' he whispered. I growled, 'I feel fine. It's just hot in here,' I snapped. He rolled his eyes and sat back.

The meeting took forever. I just wanted to leave. I got up as soon as the meeting ended. 'Ratchet?' I sighed and stopped. 'I asked you for some medical files...' Lennox began. I raised my hand to cut him off. 'Something came between it. You will get it,' I sulked. 'It's important Ratchet,' he said. I glared at him, 'don't tell me what is important, okay? I chose a life above some stupid files,' I snapped and turned around, gesturing Jolt to follow me. 'What was that about?' He asked. I ignored. 'You lied, you didn't had surgery this morning and we didn't have any emergencies either. What's going on?' He asked confused.

I stayed quiet. 'Ratchet!' He pushed me in one of the medical room and shut the door. 'Talk to me Damn it!' He snapped. 'I feel fine, okay?! Just busy with other things. I have no time to sign some stupid files,' I growled. He sat me down. 'I want your temperature,' he sulked. 'This is enough—' I got up but he pushed me back down with quite a lot of force. 'Let me take your temperature or I will inform Optimus.'

I snitched the thermometer from his hands. 'I know how to take my own temperature,' I snarled and pushed him out of the way. He crossed his arms while I popped it in my mouth. I wasn't amused when he read the temperature. 'You're sick.' I waved my hand and snitched the thermometer back. 'Leave me alone, Jolt. Go back to work,' I sulked. 'You're not okay,' he hissed. I completely ignored him and started round.

After my third patient, I had to sit down and rubbed my head for a moment. 'Feeling sick?' I groaned and looked up. 'What do you want, Ironhide?' I muttered. 'Well obviously, you're not feeling well,' he said. I rolled my eyes and got up. He grabbed me as I stumbled. 'Looks good,' he mocked and sat me back down. 'why don't you just commit for once?'

I snorted. 'I am not sick.' He shook his head. 'Yes, you are. You need rest. How many times did you tell soldiers to take test? Why don't you take your own advice?' He asked. 'I need to look after my patients,' I said and got up,— pushing Ironhide aside. 'In this state?' He asked, following me. 'I feel fine,' I sulked. 'You're not fine. You need rest,' he stated again. I wanted to pass but he pinned me against the wall. 'You're gonna listen! Don't be so stubborn damn it,' he hissed. 'If I want to deal with a stubborn mech, I'll go to Sideswipe. You are a doctor and you should show people that even you need rest when sick.' I pushed him aside. 'Leave me alone!'

((Ironhide's P.O.V))
I growled in annoyance as Ratchet walked off. 'Stubborn piece of metal,' I scowled and shook my head. 'What now? Should we inform Prime?' Jolt asked. 'No, let me handle it. He'll break down eventually. He's tired and sick... he can't keep this up for much longer,' I said. The next couple of days, I watched Ratchet deteriorate. He had a nasty cough, a fever, dizzy by the looks of it and vomiting. He could barely stand and still, he refused to lay down.