TFP Ratchet x Reader Oneshots

Previously, on Transformers Prime..     lol I had to XD

A massive, powerful form leapt from the shadows, golden fur gleaming in the dappled sunlight. Ratchet didn't have time to do anything as he was forced to the ground. He found himself face-to-face with a massive beast. His optics locked onto the glowing blue gaze of a great mechanical lioness.

The weight against his chassis was firm but not crushing. The being before him was powerful-majestic, even. Yet there was no malice in its gaze.

"What in the Allspark...?"

.............

A deep, guttural growl rattled his entire frame as she leaned her head down and gave a big huff of air straight in his face. Her glowing optics bore into his, sharp and assessing. 

"Gah- BY PRIMUS- ?!" 

Ratchet's voice cracked as he instinctively raised his servos, pushing weakly against the heavy weight pressing down on his chassis. "Get off me! Whatever you are- get OFF!"

The lioness didn't move. Instead, she loomed over him, her metallic fangs gleaming in the sunlight as another growl rumbled deep in her throat.

Ratchet struggled, kicking his pedes against the dirt, but her grip was firm. He had fought Decepticons, dealt with unruly Wreckers, and even endured Bulkhead's reckless antics- but this? This was something entirely different.

Then, suddenly, she released him.

Ratchet gasped as the weight lifted from his frame. He scrambled back, pushing himself upright as the lioness began to circle him, her large form moving with silent grace.

His processor reeled. He should run. He should call for backup- except his comms still weren't working. He stiffened where he sat on the ground as she came to a stop in front of him.

Then, to his absolute shock, she transformed.

With a flash of shifting plates and a surge of energy, the lioness stood tall, now in her Cybertronian form. She crossed her arms, optics locked down onto him with mild amusement.

"You're the one who's been tracking me," she stated. It wasn't a question- it was a fact.

Ratchet's optics widened. "You- you're- what in- "

"Speechless?" she teased, tilting her helm. "I figured."

Ratchet blinked, his processor struggling to catch up. "I- my- team detected an unknown energy signature. We came to investigate, to make sure it wasn't something... dangerous." His optics flickered to her, taking in her strange form. "Clearly, I wasn't expecting this."

"Neither was I." She smirked. "I wasn't even sure if anyone would find me."

Ratchet hesitated. "Who are you?"

Her stance relaxed slightly. "Y/n. No faction, no allegiance." She gestured vaguely at her form. "And now, apparently, the first Cybertronian- as far as I know- to take on a beast form."

She stepped forward with an outstretched servo. He eyed her for a split moment before taking it. With a firm grip, she helped him up effortlessly. 

Ratchet brushed himself off. "Well, that much is obvious- but how? Cybertronians have never been able to take on organic forms without external reformatting. How in the name of Primus did you- ?"

Y/n shrugged. "I don't know. It felt... right- like something inside of me unlocked when I let go of my past. I didn't need a scanner, didn't need some fancy upgrade. I just changed."

Ratchet ex-vented, his optics scanning her up and down. "Fascinating... and also concerning."

Y/n laughed. "Oh, come on, Doc Bot. Don't tell me you don't like it."