I do not own Transformers in any way shape or form.

This is a co-authored story by me and MissCHsparkles.

Each chapter is going to jump from Ratchet's and IronHide's POV to their Femme's.
This story may have content in it.

This story is PRE-war.

Ratchet growled as he tried to wake himself out of his drunken state. He and IronHide had stayed out way too late and drank way to much high grade. They were celebrating IronHide's coming of age to adult hood, Ratchet had taken the day off to nurse what he knew was going to be a nasty helm-ache.

He currently had no idea where his best friend was or cared at that moment as he just wanted to get some relief. He half dragged himself half crawled to his shower preparing to drown himself in cooling water.

On his knees in the shower, he had to stretch up to hit the switch and his body was suddenly dosed in cold water. Which a yelp, he leapt to his feet and turned it to a warmer temperature before leaning against the door. Though cold, it had certainly woke him up.

"Damn you, IronHide," he muttered as he tasted purge in his mouth.

There was a knock at his door and he heard it slide open.

"Speaking of…," Ratchet said with a grimace as he opened his mouth to rinse the purge out but suddenly found himself violently sick in his own shower. It was a small shock to him to feel IronHide's servo on his back patting him gently.

"Ah think ya need to get out more often and strengthen up your tanks," IronHide teased while his friend purge, he wasn't trying to be rude just in his own way to comfort a friend.

"Thanks for the tip," Ratchet said with a grimace, once he felt able to speak.

"But I'm too busy for that, can't turn up hangover at work."

IronHide shook his head with a smile, but didn't argue.

"Ya have a good shower Ratchet, ah'll just be out here if ya need anything."

IronHide made his way back to Ratchet's living Room and found himself a comfortable place to sit on Ratchet's couch. It wasn't long before he could hear Ratchet purging again, he could only shake his helm and chuckle.

"Maybe some fresh air will do him good," he said to himself.

Ratchet silently cursed his friend a couple of more times as the purge was washed away. He was never getting this drunk again. With a sigh, he switched off the shower and grabbed a towel. As he entered the living room, rubbing himself dry, he found IronHide lounging there. The red Mech, of course, didn't look the least bit ill.

"You had more than me, how come 'you're' not staggering all over the place?" Ratchet asked grumpily. IronHide laughed.

"Ah can hold ma drink,"

He grumbled a bit more till he was done drying himself off. He threw the towel at IronHide's face plates. IronHide caught it easily and put it lazily over one arm and smiling again.

"Come on Ratch, I think you need some fresh air and stars. Let's go down to the market place. Hopefully when ya feel better we can get a bite to eat and drink," IronHide had to duck as yet another random object was chucked at his helm at the mention of drink.

"Ok, ok ah'll drink for both of us! Just stop throwing things, you don't have much as is!" Ratchet grumbled, twirling a paper weight in one hand. But at Spark he knew his friend was just teasing so he placed it back on its shelf.

With a sigh, he said."Yeah, a walk would be good. I think I do need to stock up on stuff."

Ironhide chuckled as he stood."And ya never know, we might meet some pretty gals."

"You mean, YOU will meet some while I shop," Ratchet teased him as they walked out the door.

He was used to IronHide's romantic antics with Femme's and his frequent visitors to his place. He did not like it though when IronHide tried to set him up on blind-date. Too many for him had gone wrong and Ratchet had to give a small shudder at one.

As they walked out of their apartment building a Femme waved to IronHide and giggled. IronHide gave her a devilish smile and kept walking with Ratchet. Ratchet kept going knowing what would have transpired if they would have stayed to chat...another date.

"Ohh Ratchet come on it would have only taken just a breem!" IronHide said trying to catch up to him.

"When it comes to you and Femmes my friend...It never takes a breem!" Ratchet reply hiding his grin.

IronHide tried to look abashed but knew Ratchet was right. How many times had he made himself and Ratchet late for one thing or another well 'talking' to a Femme?

They continued walking until they came to the busy market place. While Ironhide eyed up some pretty Femmes, Ratchet started picking what he needed.

"Hey, check out that blue number with the sweet aft," Ironhide muttered to his friend. Ratchet rolled his optics and glanced over to where IronHide was looking.

And his jaw dropped.

Ratchet's mouth was still hanging open until IronHide had to shut it for him.

"Geez Ratch I've never seen you react like that before?" he said after he felt Ratchet could hold his own mouth shut.

But Ratchet never heard him; he couldn't hear anything at all but his own Spark singing. It just shocked him at its intensity like it is try to pulling him to the Femme. Slightly worried, he placed a servo on his chest plates terrified there about to burst open. But he couldn't look away from her.

Suddenly the crowd thickened in the marketplace making Ratchet start to shove forward threw the throng.

IronHide had never seen Ratchet like this before and quite frankly it had him a bit worried! IronHide noticed a supply wagon heading threw the crowd and Ratchet marching right into its path. Quickly IronHide grabbed his friend and pulled him back.

"IronHide unservo me, this instant!" Ratchet said fighting his powerful grip. He suddenly lost sight of the mysterious Femme, when the supply wagon finally passed...she was gone! Ratchet slumped in sadness as his Spark sank.

"She's Gone."

Ironhide was staring at his friend in shock."Ya alright Ratchet?"

"Why did you hold me back?" Ratchet moaned indignantly. "I was almost there."

"Ratchet, ya nearly got hit by a supply wagon, ah was just pulling ya back."

As Ratchet blinked at him, Ironhide shook his head.

"Boy, you got it bad."

"What do I have?" Ratchet asked while still looking for the blue femme, he wasn't really listening though. He had never before experienced a feeling like that having his Spark sing and pulling him towards someone. He did a quick mental snap shot to re-evaluate later to try to remember if he'd ever seen her before.

IronHide laughed out loud.

"The Spark call, Ratch. Ya know what that is, don't ya?"

Ratchet nodded dumbly, barely able to comprehend what IronHide had just said. A Spark call was when your Spark called out to your Spark Mate. Which could only mean...this Femme was his Spark mate?

But who was she? He didn't even know.

"IronHide what do I do now...I know she felt it too, it was so strong! But...she left."

"Well, you'll just have to find her," IronHide said wisely."Shouldn't be too hard, if the pull was that strong."

"You really think so?" Ratchet asked and his friend nodded.

He was still in shock from just the intensity, what was he going to say or do when he actually met her.

"I think I need to sit down…," Ratchet mumble as he started to stagger a little.

"Over here, Ratch," Ironhide said firmly, leading his friend over to a little cafe. As Ratchet sat down, Ironhide waved to the waitress who waved back with a grin. It was clear the two knew each other and in no time at all, the two friends had been served.

Ratchet gulped his drink down like he hadn't had anything all day.

"Miss Can I have a light high grade?"

He need a little bit of oomph for the day or at least the next hour.

Ironhide chuckled.

"Claw of the Cyberhound?" he asked, still chuckling as the waitress nodded and went to get Ratchet's order.

Ratchet only nodded; suddenly he gasped clutching his chest.

"She's near!"

He started to turn around in his seat looking everywhere for her. It almost hurt that he could not see her anywhere at all.

"IronHide Do you see her!" His voice filled with anxiety.

"Are you alright Sir?" The waitress asked holding his cube.

"He's fine, just aching after a gal," IronHide explained and she smiled knowingly. But Ratchet was shaking all over as he tried to catch a glimpse but he couldn't see her anywhere.

"Oh you poor thing..," said the waitress as she felt his for head and placed the drink in front of him.

"I have a few femme's I could introduce you too, if you like?"

"No..." Ratchet stuttered before collecting himself and saying."I mean, no thank you, she's the one...that I...I have to meet her," he finished.

"Oh poor Mech..." The femme cooed at him with teasing optics.

"Ah don't worry yourself Vee, he will be alright he just needs to answer the calling of his spark," IronHide said clapping Ratchet on the shoulder and helping him up.

"I think we should bring you in to get checked out just in case though."

"NO!" Ratchet cried and shook off IronHide's servo."I have to stay here, what if she comes back and I miss her?"

"And what if she doesn't and you pass out from Spark surge?" IronHide was beginning to sound like Ratchet 'normally' was on the stance of impending medical issues.

Ratchet gave a soft moan, his Spark ache warring with his professional self. It was a very painful struggle.

He looked up from the table where he was staring at his cube. He glanced out the window and gasped, "It's her!"

He jumped up and started for the door.

"What?" IronHide cried as Ratchet struggled for the door.

"Aw hell, he's off again," he cursed as Ratchet charged outside to who knows what.

"Ratchet, wait fer meh."

In the next chapter, we find out whom Ratchet's Spark Mate is and what her POV is. Till next time friends!

Reviews are very welcome along with suggestions!