Disclaimer: Optimus Prime: Darth's Daughter does not own me.
Other Prime Characters: Or us!
Joanna: She just owns me.
*Optimus Prime*
I am leaving the training room with my scout and soldiers, when I hear Rachet shout out Joanna's name. I hurry to where they're working and see Joanna, in Ratchet's hand, her left arm covered in an unfamiliar green substance. "What happened?" I ask, trying not to reveal how worried I am.
"Some of the experimental Synth-En spilled on her arm. It's highly toxic and acidic. Call nurse Darby. I'll do what I can for now."
Rafael is already calling June, so I follow Rachet. "Is there anything I can do to assist?"
"Optimus, you are many great things, but you are no doctor," Ratchet snaps, gathering his tools. He hesitates. "But she will want you here when she wakes up."
I nod and step away, my eyes on Joanna. She has blacked out, probably from the pain of the Synthetic energon eating away at the soft flesh of her delicate arm. I wish, not for the first time, that humans were not so easily damaged. If she were an Autobot, she would merely need to wash it off, and she would only have a mesh wound, easily fixed. "Optimus?" I look down to look at young Rafael. "I'm sorry. I was handing that vial to Ratchet, and I dropped it. I'm really sorry."
I feel a surge of anger that he hurt my Joanna, but I remind myself it was an accident, and swallow my anger. "It was an accident. It wasn't your fault. Just be more careful next time."
Rafael looks relieved that I'm not angry. "Nurse Darby said she'd be right over. I'm sure she'll be fine. She's way stronger than most people, and I'm pretty sure she has nine lives. I've seen her go into situations most humans could never survive, and barely get a scratch! I bet this time tomorrow she's back to normal."
I smile. It's true, Joanna is far stronger than most humans. She is also reckless, and tends to take chances. She has survived energon explosions, I am sure she will shake this off soon. Soon, Nurse June Darby joins Rachet soon, the two have the Synth En off her skin, the area is treated, and she is bandaged up. June informs me that as long as she keeps the wound clean and doesn't do anything foolish, she will be entirely fine. Soon enough, she is awake. "Ok, who's the wise guy with the sledgehammer?" she demands, rubbing the back of her head.
Rachet smirks. "Back to normal I see. You hit your head on my hand when I caught you."
I look at her, concerned. "How is your arm?"
"Feels great, if you over look the fire screaming through that part of my arm." She smiles at me. "I'll be fine. I've survived worse. You worry too much."
"You're always getting into trouble. How can I not?"
"I always pull through. Ok, sometimes I need help, but who doesn't?" She grins. "But I don't mind you worrying so much. It shows you're a great friend."
"I worry because I care about you."
"Yeah, I know Optimus." Her eyes look directly into my optics, and for a moment it's like I'm paralyzed. I cannot look away from those deep, black eyes, and she, it seems, cannot look away from my optics. I have no idea how much time passes, but soon we both look away. I am embarrassed. I must get control over these feelings. She is off limits, that's the end of it. I tell her to call for me if she needs anything and go to my workstation. I need to get her out of my mind, and there is nothing better for that than work.
*Joanna Black*
The moment I met Optimus's gaze, my breath caught in my throat. His optics are the most beautiful blue, and it was like I was hypnotized when I looked into them. His bright, kind blue optics put my black eyes to shame. I am so embarrassed as I look away. I really need to get over that crush, but it's so hard! Why does he have to be so sweet and hot?! Ugh, This is what happens when you're 20 and never have a boyfriend. You fall for a 2-ton robot. As Optimus goes to his work, I accept Raf's many (many) apologies, and ask him to bring my my laptop and headphones. A few mind-numbing online videos should clear my head.
(AN: I hope you like how it's going so far. Please review!)