Well, here is another chptr.
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As Optimus and the strange femme walked down the hall, the Prime couldn't help but allow his optics to gaze over at her periodically. She was strange, he got that right away, but more than anything he could see the hurt and anger that dwelled within her just by how her body looked. She was stiff, but slumped in a way that gave off the impression of tiredness.
Once they finally reached the room, Optimus found himself stopping and kind of waiting to see what the femme would say next. "You can stop staring at me now, you know?" the femme spoke and it made Optimus blind rapidly in surprise.
"Forgive me, I did not mean anything by it."
"Whatever, this my room for now?" the femme asked and Optimus nodded.
"There is a shower in there also to wash up in." Optimus said as he gawked at the drying energon all over the femme's body.
"Thanks." The femme said but as she moved to go inside Optimus put his arm out and stopped her.
"What?" the femme asked as she gave Optimus a cold stare.
"You mentioned earlier about me not remembering you, have we met before?" Optimus asked, still puzzled by what the femme had said to him earlier.
"Does it matter? I won't be staying long, why tell you when I know you'll forget again." The femme said as she pushed his arm away.
"… Can you at least tell me your name?" Optimus asked. Not looking back but standing in the doorway, the femme sighed and slowly continued to walk on.
"White Claw." And with that, she shut the door.
Optimus thought for a moment on that name. He couldn't remember it, not before he was a Prime or right after of knowing a femme with that name. Possibly Ratchet may know, he thought, as he began to walk back to the main room.
Entering the room, Optimus was met with his whole team waiting for him. "What'd she say?" Bulkhead asked.
"Nothing, although she did give me her name." Optimus said as he looked over at Ratchet who was busy working on the computers' wiring.
"Well, what's her name?" the medic asked, his helm all up into the system.
"White Claw."
Bang!
Pulling his helm out of the computers, Ratchet rubbed his helm where he had suddenly banged it. "Say that again Optimus." Ratchet asked as he got up.
"She said her name was White Claw, and then she shut the door in my face." Optimus said as he watched the confused, shocked, and contemplating look on Ratchet's face.
"Ratchet?" Arcee spoke when the medic did not reply.
"What's wrong?" Bee asked and it brought Ratchet out of his own little silent fit.
"Nothing's wrong, just… I know that name." the medic replied and it made Optimus hope for something better.
"Where do you know it from?" The Prime asked.
"She was a patient of mine for a short while, only a day and a half, but she left a lasting impression." Ratchet said as he looked up at Optimus. "I am surprised you don't remember her. Remember back on Cybertron, there was that one femme who cut your arm up and then escaped in one of our ships?" Ratchet asked.
Thinking on it, Optimus did remember. It was long ago, in the middle of the war, and two Autobots had found a pair of Neutrals that they had attacked thinking they were Decepticons. One of the Neutrals had been killed while the other one was injured and brought to their base. She wasn't too happy about it too, Optimus recalled, as she had…
"Primus." Optimus said as he covered his face with his servo. How could he forget about that femme?
"What? Mind filling us in?" Bulkhead asked, not liking how the two were being so secretive about this.
"Optimus and I knew this femme, long ago." Ratchet began. "She was brought in after she and her sister had been attacked."
"What happened to them?" Bee asked.
"The sister was shot down by Autobots scouting an abandoned Decepticon city. White Claw was brought to us afterwards." Optimus said, mentally beating himself up for not remembering White Claw.
"That makes sense now," Bulkhead said. "Why she hates Autobots so much. She blames those bots for killing her sister."
"After that, she cut Optimus and escaped with one of our ships." Ratchet said. "She must have taken one of our energon cargo ships, considering the large amount she had with her."
Looking at the medic, Optimus shook his helm. "She didn't mean to attack me Ratchet. It was a slip of the servo and we all attacked first before asking questions."
"But then why does she hate 'Cons?" Arcee finally spoke, having this weird look upon her like she wanted to change the subject.
"We don't know." Optimus said.
"Honestly, I thought she ran to the Decepticons after what happened with her sibling. Something must have happened beforehand that she blames the Decepticons on as well." Ratchet added, knowing that was what many thought about White Claw when they last saw her.
"It no longer matters now, what does is that we make sure that White Claw is taken care of." Optimus said as he looked at the clock on the computers. "It is late. We will talk about this in the morning."
Leaving with goodbyes, everyone went back to their rooms where the slept the night away. But they all had this feeling of uneasiness as they did.
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The next morning came like they always did. The bots woke up, drove off to get the kids to school, leaving Optimus and Ratchet alone at base, and then they went out on energon searches and scouting. So far, the morning had gone by peacefully but that was about to change.
Waking up in her room, White Claw opened her yellow optics slowly and stared up at the ceiling. She felt like slag, which was normal, but there a bit more discomfort in her today. Most likely from being in a Stasis lock for so long but White Claw could care less.
Pushing herself up from the berth she was on, White Claw looked around the room. It wasn't much, a bland room with gray walls, but White Claw hadn't had the privilege of sleeping in a room for so long that she was tried to memorize it into her mind; who knew how long she would be staying and how long it would be that she would have a room.
Jumping down to the floor, White Claw walked out of the room and down the hall. Groaning lightly, White Claw wished she had run into some other group besides the one the Prime was with. He and that Medic were the last mechs she wanted to see again in her life.
Finally coming to the end of the hall, White Claw was welcomed with the surprised optics of the medic looking at her. "Good Morning White Claw." Ratchet spoke but White Claw didn't respond. "I was starting to wonder if you would wake up."
Looking at him with a blank expression, White Claw shrugged. "I haven't had a decent recharge for years. Never a peaceful one either."
"I see." Ratchet said as he watched White Claw walk around the room, almost inspecting all nooks and crannies. "I do remember you, if you wondering." Ratchet said and it made White Claw pause as she reached out to touch the wall. "After Optimus told me your name, I remembered you… and what happened to you."
"Then you understand why I cannot stand either side in this war." White Claw asked but Ratchet just left the question hanging. "Where is everyone?" she asked as she turned to look at the medic.
"Out on patrols. Optimus is in his room, he wanted to speak with you." Ratchet said and White Claw just stared at him. "Come with me, we'll get you some energon then you can see him."
Following the medic, White Claw tried to mentally copy her surroundings. She needed to know all exits in this place for when she would leave, which she would. She did not want to be around these Autobots any longer then needed to be, better yet if they let her she would go back up into space.
"You do that a lot."
Snapping out of her thoughts, White Claw turned to find Ratchet holding an energon cube to her while giving her an annoyed look. "What?"
"I said you do that a lot; stare off into nothingness." Ratchet said as White Claw took the cube from him. "What are you thinking about?"
"Thinking on how fast I can get out of here." White Claw responded as she slowly sipped her energon.
"You know we are not the bad ones, that would be the Decepticons." Ratchet said as he watched White Claw drink her energon; making sure she would finish it. "We only want to help."
"A lot of help your kind has done for me in the past." White Claw said as she handed Ratchet the now empty cube. "Thanks but no thanks; I can take care of myself."
For a while nothing was said and the two Cybertronians just stood there. Ratchet was studying White Claw, trying to make sense of this outlandish femme, while White Claw herself was just irritated at how the medic was trying to defend the so called 'good' Autobot name and found her gaze at the computers. Finally having enough of Ratchet staring at her like some out-of-place object White Claw let out an irritated huff.
"You said that Optimus wanted to see me?"
Blinking in response to White Claw's rude tone, Ratchet nodded. "I did, I will show you the way."
Watching as the older bot walked past her White Claw clenched her servos into tight fists. "I am not a youngling. I can go by myself."
"BAH! Bumblebee says the same thing, doesn't change my mind. And this base is larger than it looks like so it is easy to get lost. Unless you want to wander the halls for the whole day I suggest you follow me and silence that disrespectful attitude you have." Ratchet said as he began to lead the way.
Figuring if she wanted to leave sooner than later, White Claw let out a soft sigh and followed Ratchet down the hall; if she had to play nice to go she would try to be… polite.
As the pair walked down the hall, White Claw noticed that Ratchet kept glancing her way. His gaze was one of curiosity and concern and after a while it began to aggravate her. "Something on your mind Autobot?"
"I am only trying to figure out how you managed to survive with a damaged spark casing. Most fully grown bots won't live more than a few days with the damage you have on yours, but from what you have told me you have lived with it for much longer." Ratchet said he paused in his walking to look at White Claw.
"Primus must have been merciful at the time," White Claw said as she rubbed her servo over her chest plates. "But now I think he means it as more a joke."
"What do you mean?" Ratchet asked; not particularly enjoying hearing the femme in a way insulting their creator.
"For so long all I have wanted, all I have asked from Primus, was to see my family again. But somehow I stayed alive through this war, even with a busted spark casing. If it isn't a cruel joke then I don't know what is." White Claw said as she pulled her servo away from her chest and formed a fist. "Not that this isn't fun but Optimus wants to see me."
Nodding his helm, Ratchet led the rest of the way without speaking. When they finally arrived at Optimus' door White Claw was relieved that she would be away from the medic. "I don't need you to open the door as well, you can go."
Giving the femme a visibly pissed off expression Ratchet quickly turned around and stormed back down the hall. Once alone, White Claw stared at the large door before her. It was taller than she was by a few inches, enough to allow the Prime inside, and it had a very small sticker on it. Leaning in to get a better look at the sticker White Claw found it to be some type of instrument but as to what she didn't know.
'Must be from this planet I'm on.' She thought to herself.
Leaning back, White Claw let out a shaky breath before raising her servo.
Giving the door a few hard knocks the femme waited for the door to open.
And the talk with the Prime she was not looking forward to.
And that is a good place to stop!
a bit short but...
BAH!
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