Chapter Two: Prime

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Boredom wasn't the word for it was more along the lines of loneliness. It had been two weeks since the instant with the Insecticon and Tox-En and Bulkhead was still confined to the medical bay. Rolling from his right side to his back the green wrecker stared up at the ceiling with dull eyes and kitted brows. He knew he needed the berth rest, he knew but he hated this feeling of wasting time and been a drain on the team.

Seeing he missed all the patrols or endless hard work wasn't worded right but it was the feeling of contributing to the cause and of not being a burden that he wished he could fulfill. But above all he missed Miko. The last time he had seen her in person was not long after he had woken up from stasis and then she had been more concerned with being his drill sergeant then fawning over his welfare.

Now she only visited a little bit and a lot of it was when he was in recharge and his autobot friends would update him on his well wishers. He wanted to go outside. His favorite duty on his regiment was the drive to and from picking up Miko from school or house. A clank soft but still noticeable touched Bulkhead's audios, raising his head up slightly just a enough to look over his round mid section and down the length of his body across the room to wear Ratchet was busy toy ailing.

The Doctor was putting tools of his trade away before walking to the main computer console for the omega outpost and started typing on it. Letting his head back down the injured warrior remember that all his other comrades were busy on missions, leaving him and the medic the only ones in the silo. Returning to his previous thoughts Bulkhead wondered on what he and Miko would be doing if he wasn't on medical leave. Thinking of his normal routine he probably be driving through the local suburbia.

Today's earth cycle was called Tuesday and on the day beach week Miko's host dad would go out and begin mowing the lawn. Tightening and relaxing his jaw cables the wrecker thought to himself on how much he loved the smell of fresh cut grass. The sharp crisp sent with a damp touch to it was so refreshing and he loved to inhale it deeply whenever he drove through the neighborhood or lawn maitents was being done.

But the cut grass wasn't Bulkhead's only favored smell he also loved the blissful aroma of fresh brewed coffee, even liked the sound that coffee made when it was making. A soft pulse of longing throbbed in his spark there was so much about his new home he wanted to get back to being a part of. Music, movies, trees, birds, sights, and sounds were all just ten percent of what he cared for on this planet. Signed softly at his dilemma Bulkhead's audio caught again Ratchet's activity on the other side of the room. The Doctor harshly and swiftly typed across the green keyboard as he wrote up his reports on the days supplies, events, and Medical Care to be saved and filed away.

Watching Ratchet from across the room the green giant had a thought popped into his processor. Without setting up Bulkhead looked over at his friend and in a town mixed with reluctances and curiosity he spoke up to the ambulance to first see if he was listening. "Hey…Ratchet." The wrecker called out. "Yeah." The Doctor replied in a manner of way that seemed to say he was only less than have listening.

Flexing his vents Bulkhead herded his guts and continued on with his question. "Do you like anything on or about earth?" the warrior braced himself he knew that the Doctor's feelings about being on earth had been then a little touchy. Looking from his work screen and at his ward the medical officer let his charges question sink in. "Do I like earth." He echoed to himself. "Yes Ratchet do you like planet earth?"

Ratchet's eyes circled around the room as he thought his answer over. He surmised that he did like this planet at least a little. "Yes. I do like this planet a little bit." Was the medic's simple reply. Bulkhead would have been laying it he said he wasn't surprised, he had honestly thought that the ambulance would say no. Sitting up slowly on the berth. "Really Ratchet. What about earth do you like?" the wreckers said in a cheerful way.

The Autobot's MO was again to add a blank, he knew he liked earth he could feel it in the center of his spark a strong sense of fondness for their Foster world. Putting his chin between his thumb and forefinger in a gesture of thought Ratchet answered. "Landscape and the scenery." Bulkhead nodded his head slowly in it knowledge meant of the ambulances reply. For a few minutes of the base was quite Ratchet return to his work and Bulkhead was peaceful for the time but that moment passed and the green wrecker's restlessness began to itch again. "Ratchet." He said simply. "Yes Bulkhead." The MO sent back slightly more annoyed now than he had been earlier.

"Will he sang a song with me?"

"What!?" Was Ratchet quick reply.

"You want me… Us to sing a song together, I bet it's a human when is it." Bulkhead nodded his head up and down enthusiastically. "Yeah it's called I love the whole world. It's a duet that means we sing it together. Oh Ratchet it a really great song you sing about what you love about earth." Ratchet's face was almost cartoonish except there was no humor in his expression.

"There is no way. I may like something's on this planet but that's where I draw the line, and besides I'm a Doctor not an entertainer I can't carry a note." Undeterred Bulkhead continued with his convincing. "Aah com on Ratche your voice isn't that bad, granted not as handsome Optimus but then we're not comparing. Come on say yes you won't be making music alone deal had me with you. I can start off first, we can take turns and sing the chorus together. It'll be fun."

Ratchet flatly said. "No"

"Please."

"No"

"Please."

"No"

"Please!"

"That pleading is very undetermined up you, you know that right." The medic commented.

"All right all right all tell you what if you sing this song with me Doc bot I'll leave you long for the rest of the day. Is that OK with you." The medic raised an eyebrow at the wrecker questionly. "Only once and then you'll get back to resting and me back to working."

"Yes Ratchet"

"OK. But a only wants."

"Yahoo! All right Ratchet I'll go first."

"Be my guest."

I love the mountains.

I love the clear blue skies.

I love green crickets.

I love welders of any size.

I love the whole world.

So many things to say.

Boom-de-ah-da, boom-de-ah-da.

I love rock and roll.

I love quiet nights.

I love monster trucks.

I love finishing my work on time.

I love the whole world.

No place I'd rather be.

Boom-de-ah-da, boom-de-ah-da.

I love paint brushes.

I love full restful sleeps.

I love dirt roads.

I love keeping things neat.

"Ratchet" I love the whole world and being part of it.

Boom-de-ah-da, boom-de-ah-da.

20 minutes had passed since the two had finished their duet and Bulkhead laid resting comfortably in deep recharge. Ratchet still working at the console stop what he was doing for a brief moment and looked over at his sleeping patient. A warm glow filled him up as he watched his friend rest and remembered the song they had sung together less than half an hour ago. Still not sure how someone like Bulkhead could get him into singing such a ridiculous human musical rant like the one they had done together. The warmth in his chassis grew deeper and a light gentle smile spread on his face and as he turned back to his chores he whispered softly the honest answer to Bulkhead's question.

"Yes Bulkhead I really do like the earth."

The End.

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