Author's Note: This story was intended to be a one-shot but a reviewer got me thinking, what would happen if Ratchet decided to sell Miko on eBay? This chapter goes out to ratchetsfangirl for the idea to continue on. This one's for you! (And thank you to everyone else for reviewing. It made my day =D)
Sadly, I do not own Transformers: Prime…
This was it. The final straw. The broken vase on the floor. The tie-dyed cat from across the road. She had finally crossed the line that had never been drawn. The one that was running right down the middle of Ratchet's frame…
"MIKO!" screamed the medic as grabbed a wrench from his work bench.
The girl in question was running for her life into the main hub of the missile silo. She saw her guardian and ran over to him. She threw the passenger door open and slammed in shut just as fast as she had opened it.
"Step on it Bulkhead!" Miko shouted as she slumped down to stay out of sight.
"Miko," groaned Bulkhead as he floored it. They were gone before Ratchet even got in there.
"Frag," cursed Ratchet as he slammed down his wrench. He had no idea what he was going to do with the teenage adolescence. As Ratchet thought, he glared down at his paint job. Thanks to the human female Ratchet looked like the inside of a New York subway tunnel with matching Japanese symbols on either side of his chassis.
Ratchet brought the main computer up to find one of the kids had left a site up. It showed a "watch list" whatever that was. Then Ratchet noticed what the website was called: eBay. He remembered what Raf had told them only last week about how humans sell stuff on this site. Ratchet thought for another long moment until an evil grin snuck onto his lip component.
Optimus Prime looked around. It was odd. If he remembered correctly all of this week had been quiet. He realized as he looked over some paperwork Agent Fowler had sent, that he couldn't remember seeing Miko at all. He stood up and exited his office.
"Hey Arcee, have you seen Miko? We need to finish up our history report," Jack asked the only femme on base. Arcee looked up from her buffing job.
"No, why?"
"Because I can't find her," Jack explained. "She won't even answer her phone, and that's so not like her."
"I don't know," was Arcee's reply.
"I do not remember seeing Miko at all," said Optimus as he entered the room.
"Me either," added Raf who was tailing Optimus.
"I wonder…" started Arcee, but she let her thought hang. "Nah," she decided.
Later that night while Jack was eating dinner with his mother June, the phone rang. Jack answered it; it was Miko.
"Miko, where the heck have you been?" Jack questioned at once. "Everyone's been worried sick about you!"
"Don't go jumpin' down my throat," snapped Miko. "I've had a rough week," long breath, "finally managed to get away."
"What are you talking about? 'Get away'," asked Jack a bit nicer this time.
"Do you know what Doc-Bot did to me?" exclaimed Miko. "He sold me, he sold me on eBay!"
"There is no way Ratchet sold you on eBay," Jack sighed while shaking his head.
"Fine," stated Miko, "if I didn't get sold on eBay, then will you care to explain why I'm in the Australian outback with only a kangaroo named Oscar for company!"
Jack had no answer for this.
"Just what I thought," seethed Miko. "One minute I'm minding my own business, next I wake up in a frickin' box on some lady's doorstep waiting to be opened. Apparently she always wanted a daughter and tried to name me Cassie-Lou after her grandmother-"
"Text me the coordinates and I'll bridge you back in ten."
"Thank God. Running from a crazy lady who spent four grand on you isn't easy."
"She spent four grand on you?" Jack asked with popping eyes.
"Yeah," said Miko bitterly. "I guess teenage girls go for quite a lot on e-fraggin'-bay."
"Hang in there trooper, you've survived much worse than this."
"Just hurry the frag up," Miko grumbled and ended the call without saying goodbye.
Jack hurried into the garage and hopped on Arcee. Arcee jumped a bit because she had slipped into recharge and hadn't been expecting a sixteen year-old to surprise attack her.
"Geez Jack, give a girl some warning next time," grumbled Arcee.
"Sorry Arcee, but we need to get to Base. Miko's in trouble."
"What? What happened?"
"I'll explain later," mumbled Jack as he threw his helmet on. Arcee took off out of the garage, and off towards the base.
Several minutes later they arrived. When they got there, they met Optimus and Ratchet at the controls. Bulkhead was nowhere to be seen.
"Hey Ratchet," Jack called as he dismounted. "Where's Miko?"
"What do you think we're doing?" snapped the grouchy medic.
"Knowing you," cut in Arcee, "anything." Ratchet sent a wave of hatred at her. Arcee just shrugged.
"Where's Miko?" Jack repeated.
"That is what we are trying to find out."
"Where do you think she could be?"
"I don't know!"
"How 'bout Australia?" Jack asked innocently. Ratchet froze.
"Wh-what gives you that idea?" asked Ratchet with a noticeable stutter.
"That fact that Miko called me less than ten minutes ago saying you sold her on eBay!" Arcee's optics grew.
"No way; Ratchet would never do that," said Arcee.
"Ratchet," began Optimus, "is this true?" Ratchet held up a moment longer.
"Alright I did. The boys had a wonderful idea so I thought I'd put it into action."
"Ratchet!" snapped Optimus. Ratchet visible flinched. "You cannot go around selling humans! It is not humane!"
"I know, but she was bugging me without mercy so…" said Ratchet in a small voice. The look in Optimus's optics was murderous.
"Bridge her back, now!"
"Yes Optimus." Ratchet did so at once. The moment he did, Miko came sprinting through it.
"Dang, took ya long enough," panted Miko as she doubled over, completely out of breathe. She looked up to see the Autobots looking down upon her. She locked eyes with Ratchet.
"You are dead," pant, pant, "sooo dead." Ratchet could barely start to think of the trouble she'd go through to get revenge.
Author's Note: I think this is turning into a story... Thanks again ratchetsfangirl!
-Blueberry