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Unfortunate Events
Chapter Two
Windbreaker didn't know how long she had cried for, but she felt relief that Ratchet hasn't left her side. Optimus had excused himself to give them two privacy. Obviously, the blue and gold femme had gone through a lot, and the Autobot leader would ask her when the time was right. Back in the medical bay, the femme hadn't removed herself from the medic. He was warm and she could hear his internal systems hum slightly. Ratchet was still rubbing her back, soothingly like a mother would do a child.
"Are you feeling better?" Ratchet questioned.
Windbreaker nodded her head slightly and thanked him. Ratchet couldn't help but smile. Yes, this Decepticon femme was different than the others and he wondered what could have happened to her in the past. Suddenly the doors hissed open as the black weapon specialist stepped in, cannons out as he pointed them at the Decepticon femme in Ratchet's arms. Ratchet looked up, death glare set in his optics. He was pissed.
"What do you think your doing, Ironhide?" Ratchet hissed.
"There is a Decepticon and I bet that it's her. She doesn't deserve to be here. She should be terminated," Ironhide growled.
Ratchet stood up, protecting the femme behind him. His arms crossed as he still glared at the weapon specialist.
"You're not authorized to be in here Ironhide."
"Frag you Ratchet! She's a Decepticon! She could give everything to the other Decepticons!"
"Frag me, Ironhide?" Ratchet bellowed. "She has no where else to go and she can hardly defend herself! Tell me Ironhide, where is she suppose to go if she can't obviously be in the base?"
Ironhide remained silent as he glared daggers at the Autobot medic. For once, he had nothing to say and Ratchet smirked.
"GET OUT," Ratchet threatened.
"Or what?"
"I'll have the twins throw pink paint on you again."
Ironhide growled as he disarmed his cannons. "I just don't want that piece of scrap metal anywhere near me." He walked out the door as Ratchet turned back to look at the femme that had started to shake. Fear was clearly in her ruby red optics. Ironhide reminded her a lot like Starscream. Ratchet sighed.
"I'm sorry. You shouldn't have witnessed that. Ironhide can be rough around the edges but he does have a soft spot."
Windbreaker shook her head, "He doesn't seem like it. He reminds me a lot of Starscream."
Ratchet used his index finger as he placed it under the femme's chin, making her look up at him. "Don't let Ironhide get under your skin. You're a lot tougher and I bet you can beat old Ironhide any day. Now, you must be hungry. Let me take you to rec room and get some energon."
Windbreaker nodded as she got off the cold metal table. Her legs wobbled a bit and Ratchet placed her arm over his neck.
"Be careful. Your legs still need to be healed."
"O-Okay."
Both Ratchet and Windbreaker were quiet as they made their way to the rec room. The femme was glad they hadn't countered Ironhide along the way. They finally made it to the rec room where the twins were watching TV. Sunstreaker looked up, his optics narrowed at the femme. Sideswipe also looked up, but said nothing.
"What's a Decepticon doing here, Ratchet?" Sunstreaker asked.
"That's none of your business Sunshine."
"Hey! Don't call me that! You know how much I hate being called that!"
Ratchet smirked, "I think I already just did that."
Sunstreaker growled as he turned his attention back to the TV.
"She's gorgeous for a Decepticon femme. Don't you think so Sunny?" Sideswipe whispered to his brother, nudging him in the side.
Sunstreaker shrugged his shoulders, "Whatever you say Sideswipe. Leave me alone so that way I can watch TV. You talk too much."
"Your so harsh bro. Let's talk to her once Ratchet leaves."
"Sure, whatever."
"I'll be leaving to tell Optimus about your status. I scanned your internal systems so you should be all right to drink by yourself. I'm sure the twins wont bug you at all. If they do, just tell me all right?"
Windbreaker nodded her head as Ratchet placed a full cup of energon in front of her as he left the rec room. Once Ratchet has left the twins had gotten up from the sofa and made their way to where Windbreaker was sitting.
"Hey sweetheart," Sideswipe said.
Windbreaker put her cup of energon down as she looked up the twins. Her eye ridges arched with confusion.
"You look kind of lost. What's the matter?"
Windbreaker snorted at the statement. "Why does it matter? And why the hell are you talking to me anyways. Can't you see that I'm a Decepticon?"
Sunstreaker shook his head, "Not when you're in the Autobot's base your not. Besides, we're not fighting, are we?"
Windbreaker shook her head as she took another sip of energon. "Why do you guys suddenly care about me?"
"We like for our guest to feel at home," Sideswipe replied. Sunstreaker just grinned.
Relief flowed through her systems. Other than Ironhide, the twins weren't at all that bad. They were actually nice to her and Windbreaker was surprised. Most Autobots would have killed her right at the spot; just what Ironhide had almost just done, but not the two mechs besides her at the bar table. And the red mech had called her sweetheart. No one had called her that before, not even her own kind since she only cared about fighting and war.
"Thank you. May I ask, what are your names?" Windbreaker questioned.
"My name's Sunstreaker and this is my ugly brother Sideswipe," The golden bot pointed his finger at the red mech besides him. "What is your name?"
"My name is Windbreaker."
"Pretty name for a pretty femme," Sunstreaker replied.
A robotic flush crossed the Decepticon femme's cheeks. She took another sip of her energon as Ratchet came back into the rec room, arms crossed, and glaring daggers at the two twins.
"Are these two pest bothering you Windbreaker?"
Windbreaker nearly jumped right out of her skin as she twirled around in her seat and found Ratchet in the entrance hall of the rec room. She was thankful that she did not fall or she would have fallen to the ground, with a sore back. The femme shook her head.
"No, they're not bothering me at all. They were introducing themselves to me," Windbreaker explained.
The twins had jolted their way back to their spots before Ratchet would show off his anger or put them in the medical bay. Windbreaker had noticed this to and she smiled weakly at the medical officer who had stepped in front of her.
"Are you finished with your energon?"
Windbreaker nodded her head, "Yes."
"All right. Let's head back to the med bay and I'll show you around the base later."
"Sounds like a plan."
Ratchet smiled as he placed the femme's arm around his neck. Windbreaker was starting to like it here at the Autobot's base. It made it much more livelier than back home. Back home it was nothing but cold and gray. If she disobeyed an order she was locked up in confident for primus who knows how long and she was often abused, mocked at, and she didn't have any friends that she could talk about her secrets or talk about the next hottest topic amongst the femme's in her ranks. No, she was a loner and she didn't have a spark mate, or have someone she could have called her own. To her, love never did exist in her CPU. Only war. After she had been born, she was soon taken away from her creators and put in Megatron's army.
She ended up being lost along the path of life, always killing or massacring Autobots by the thousand, not caring about their lives but her own. It was survival and most of the femmes that she had known where slaughtered by the Autobots: her enemies. Windbreaker looked at Ratchet at the corner of her optic. He didn't seem to mind that he was walking her back to the medical bay for more surveillance. Even though Ratchet looked pretty intimidating when she had first meet him, which was earlier that morning, she felt her spark jump a beat. Ratchet was handsome and of course, Windbreaker had never looked at a mech like that before. She never had a crush on a mech even though she would eavesdrop on a conversation femme's that were practicing for combat and wonder what it would be like to have someone, such as Ratchet love her back, but of course, she knew that would never happen. She was a Decepticon and he was an Autobot. Both fought for something that the other one wanted noting part of.
Of course, he still views me as a threat, that's why he's keeping me locked up in the medical bay so I wont go running around and give the data to Starscream Windbreaker thought furiously. If she would have dated an Autobot, or even bonded with one, she would betray the Decepticons and what they thought her as.
"We're here," Ratchet's voice cut in.
Windbreaker nearly jumped, causing Ratchet to place his other arm around her waist, causing the blue and gold femme to blush hotly. Ratchet did another scan on her and smiled. Windbreaker nearly died on her spot on the medical bay. His smile was to die for. Of course, some of the mechs that Windbreaker has been around for eons had nice smiles to, but that was rare and "if" you only caught them in a good mood. Ratchet's smile out did all of the mechs she had known. The femme tried her best not to show that she was interested in him. He expected her legs.
"Your legs should be healed within a few weeks. Please keep off of them during those times. Since your going to be staying here for awhile, unless you turn back to the Decepticons, Optimus has given your own quarters next to mine and his so if you need any help, we can be of service. I have also given you these devices that the humans use for any type of leg injury. This will be your last night saying in the medical bay," Ratchet explained.
Windbreaker nodded as she laid back down on the medical table where Ratchet turned back to his work, and the femme couldn't help but smile. She was thankful to primus that she was alive.
DietyofDeath17: So ends this chapter. It seems that Windbreaker is starting to have a 'crush' on Ratchet, but will he feel the same? I always make stories like these. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe didn't treat Windbreaker much at all like Ironhide did, they were more flirting with her and Ironhide treated her like scrap and he still will in the next couple of chapters. Thank you so much for your reviews! Please review if you would like me to update more!
