"Calder! Calder, wake up! You're dreaming again." Calder awoke to her best friend's worried voice. "Mmh, go away." she growled, and rolled over, wanting more sleep, no matter how bad the nightmares. "No, up! You know you're not supposed to sleep through one of your nightmares. They're too violent. You could hurt yourself thrashing like that." "Whatever, Lucas. You worry way too much." came her muffled reply from under the pillow. Lucas glared at Calder, hoping she could feel it through the pillow. It was true, he may have been a little to worried, but she had started to scream... again. "Fine. Do whatever you want. If you fall off your bed and get a concussion, don't blame me. I tried to wake you up, but no! -" "Shut up, Luke. Go ramble to somebody else." Calder snapped, cutting him off mid-sentence. Lucas began to reply, but stopped and walked out instead. He would let her wake up on her own terms, then he would try reasoning.
Calder stumbled out of her room a few minutes later, knowing Lucas was right. Those nightmares had plagued her since she was six, when she had seen her parents brutally murdered by an unknown Decepticon. She had vowed to find it and avenge her parents, but so far, there was nothing. It had vanished, and so had her hopes of ever finding it again. She shuffled into the kitchen, grabbed a frappucino and sat down. Even after finding a new home among the Autobots, she still felt out of place. "So, feeling any better?" Lucas asked. "Mmh." Calder replied, the bottle hindering her. "Good. No headache?" "No." "Anything you wanna talk about?" "No." Lucas knew better than to pursue that topic, so he dropped it. "Ratchet wants to see you in a bit, okay? He wants to make sure nothing's wrong." Calder sighed. "Alright." She finished off her frappucino and went to get dressed. Lucas sighed, but before he could do anything else, his comm link went off. "Time for work." he muttered. "Calder, I gotta go! I'll be back in a while, 'kay?" he called. "'Kay." Calder called back.
Calder pulled on her favorite tee and ran to meet Ratchet. On her way out, she grabbed her goggles and her wrench, knowing she would need them at some point in the day. "Hey Ratchet, what's up?" she asked casually as she walked into the workshop. "Ah, Calder. Just who I was looking for." he said with a glance up at her. He put down his wrench and stood. "I'm assuming Bumblebee already told you?" "Yeah. He won't be back for a while, though." Calder laughed. She and Ratchet went through the basics, then he set in on the nightmares. That's when it got uncomfortable for the both of them. "Uhh, well, everything was dark, then there was sudden bursts of flame in the distance, like bombs dropping." Calder described nervously. There was more, way more than she could describe to anyone. It was almost too much to comprehend. She felt like she would explode if she didn't at least attempt to share it. So, she continued on as best she could, and Ratchet listened like he always did.