Sci-Fi Night

Stretching, Diana leaned herself onto the couch. She was at the base, sitting in front of the TV, a DVD box set and popcorn in front of her. She had to admit, even though being with the Autobots was intimating and life threatening, she couldn't help but feel this air of... excitement. She loved sci-fi, though ever since she found out the Autobots were extra terrestrials and aliens were in fact quite real, she had... mixed feelings (but mostly excitement) about the whole thing.

It was a stereotype, but she'd thought they'd be more... smaller. A bit more green. At least Bulkhead had the shade of colour.

Stomps were heard throughout the corridor. With their gigantic size, it was easy to see which 'Bot was coming from where. Turning, she learned it was Ratchet.

She smiled. "Hey, Ratchet..."

He nodded. "Diana..."

He paused, looking over to the TV screen Diana was watching.

"... What are you watching?" he asked, puzzled. "Please tell me it's not those darn cartoons the others always watch. What did Miko call it, annie may? Sounds like someone's name rather than a show..."

"No, it's not a cartoon, it's Doctor Who," Diana smiled, stretching up. "A British sci-fi humor-drama show."

Ratchet canted his helm slightly, leaning forward and watching the screen a bit more closely. He seemed intrigued once he heard the name. "Doctor Who...tell me more."

Oh, goody. Someone else was interested in her love of sci-fi. And Ratchet was an alien, so she couldn't wait to hear his opinion about humans making sci-fi things.

"Well, basically, the show's about a Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey. He's the sole survivor after a major war with their sole enemy, the Daleks and travels through time and space to get rid of his woes. Along the way he meets friends, mostly, girls to be his companions."

She turned to Ratchet. "It's very good. I think you'd like it."

"I see, I see..." He nods as he listens, leaning even closer still. "And the doctor, what role does he play in all of this? Is he a medic of some sort? What field does he happen to specialize in?"

"Uh... it's not like a medical drama," Diana explained. "He's called the Doctor, but most of the time, he doesn't actually act like one."

"Then why does he call himself a doctor?!"

There were some things in the Doctor Who mythology even the most hardcore fans didn't knew. "Well that's his name...! We don't know it...! BBC has been keeping us from it ever since the 60's!"

"Well that's just ridiculous. Why hasn't someone just given him a designation yet? We did that, and I'm pretty sure our race is much much older than this... 'doctor'."

"He's about over a thousand years old, Ratch."

"Well I'm still a lot older than that, Diana, if this... 'Doctor' was even real."

Ratchet was being his usual sarky self. He sounded mildly offended, and Diana didn't want to offend him, but she had to say something for the show's defense. She loved the show to the ends of the Earth.

"It's a television show, for goodness sake...! It's fictional, henceforth science fiction...?"

He scoffed. "It still needs to be somewhat practical."

Ratchet shook his helm. "You do realize that space, while it can be beautiful at times, its mostly just a cold and dark void where everything is out to kill you, right? Sans a few other races of course... A little realism in certain things, like this Doctor Who of yours, would be nice from time to time."

He sighed and shook his helm, walking away. "Humans... leave it to them to make everything look more glamorous than it actually is."

Diana shook her head, reaching into the popcorn. "If he has trouble with Doctor Who, then he's going to have a field day with Star Trek."