TF: Delayed Treatment
Rating: PG-13
Series: Movie
Summary: Ratchet finally gets Ironhide on his berth... to fix that Primus-damned hip of his!
Warnings: None really.
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 tfic_contest Christmas requests - Ironhide/Ratchet - an injury and a fixing. This fic is exactly that. No smut, sorry...
This also kinda doubles as a birthday fic for mmouse15 . Because I can't think of Ironhide/Ratchet without thinking of her!
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
"You get your aft on that table now!"
"You can't order me around, medic."
"You want to bet?" Ratchet placed his hands on his hips, staring down Ironhide. "I am the medic here and that hip joint needs looking at!"
"It's an old injury." Ironhide shrugged off Ratchet's concern, turning to leave the newly designated repair bay.
"Oh no you don't." Snagging Ironhide by his lower arm plating, Ratchet pulled, heaving the warrior back towards him.
"Let go!" Growling, Ironhide pulled free, his strength no match for Ratchet's.
"You need repairs, now let me repair you."
"I'm fine, medic."
"Please?" That caught Ironhide off guard and his step faltered. It was all the time Ratchet needed. Faster that Ironhide realised he could move, Ratchet had grabbed him and yanked him onto a berth. Too shocked to move, Ironhide was forced to lie there as Ratchet started probing his hip, intent on fixing the damage.
Ratchet worked as quickly as he could, not knowing how long Ironhide would willingly stay. Ironhide for his part, watched Ratchet work as best he could. Of course he'd watched the medic work on him plenty of times before, but there was less of an urgency this time. Not that you'd know that from Ratchet's tone of course. Most of Ratchet's concentration was focussed on Ironhide's hip and the longstanding injury to the joint. But he did notice Ironhide watching him.
"Don't think that by watching me you'll learn enough to fix yourself." He muttered, twisting away a shard of metal.
"I wasn't..." Ironhide started, trailing off as he realised he was watching Ratchet just to watch Ratchet.
"Good. Don't think that self-repair is any replacement for a decent medic. If you'd let me look at this earlier..." Ratchet subsided into grumbling about how much work he had to do because Ironhide had put off getting his hip looked at properly.
Finally, Ratchet straighted and replaced the plating on Ironhide's hip.
"You can go."
"Thanks." Ironhide muttered gruffly.
"You're welcome..." Ratchet was a little surprised at Ironhide's thanks. In all the years he'd worked with the warrior, he'd never once been thanked.
Ironhide walked out, a small smile touching his faceplates.