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Summary: It's fun to travel, now if only she had stayed in her own dimension. After everything, who was she to complain when she woke up in the wrong body? Waking up on an upside down, backwards world isn't as exciting as she hoped. No, it just turned out to be one big headache.
Author note: Hey guys! Chapter three, here we go! Thank you for the reviews I already gotten, and for continuing to read my story. The last three days were really bad; I just couldn't seem to be able to wake up… so this chapter is probably going to be a little late. Argh, I'm going to do this as quick as I can, but I accidently slept through yesterday and the day before so no promises. I promise if I'm not in the hospital or in bed, I'm going to keep writing. Let's do this! Onwards damnit!
Chapter 02: Oh My Fair Lady
If all of the clocks in the world started counting backwards, how long would it take for someone to notice? How about if clouds suddenly started rhyming in German, lamps now studied law, and instead of dogs and cats everyone suddenly had giant pet wasps? Humanity never discovered flight? Or if on a Tuesday morning you woke up to find being an unmarried man over twenty five was a crime punishable by death, and it had been that way since Hitler won the war.
All of these things could happen at once, and what if no one noticed the difference except you? How long would it take for the entire world to become noticeably different? Would it be the moment you woke up, the feeling of something just not right setting your nerves on fire? Or maybe, you would try to rationalize the situation; it's a prank, or you sustained a head injury yesterday you couldn't remember? Large occurrences that couldn't be so easily brushed off; the car you just bought is missing but you don't have any proof it existed, your address is now a binary code, it's January 15 1986 instead of January 14 2013.
The only option left, other than to acknowledge the crazy, is to ignore all possibilities of the crazy.
Odette was trying desperately to do just that.
She was asleep.
Probably.
Ratchet was glitching and Optimus inspected his surroundings, his hand that had held the sparkling still dangled in front of him. Ironhide was no better, cursing in their native tongue, shooing away their human counterparts. Though his back was to him, Optimus could tell the medic was running all the tests possible while on the field.
Optimus did not override his maternal programming as he looked at his now empty hand. An online sparkling? Would it be even possible to turn off their maternal spark calls after having no use for it after such a long time? He nervously watched as Ratchet didn't look up from his hand, the high pitched chirps from earlier still tugging at his spark. Optimus had not held something so delicate since Bumblebee's first few cycles. He could feel how cold it was, the entirety of the sparkling's frame vibrating weakly against his hand. When it had pressed its' cheek against his hand and sobbed, and Optimus resisted just putting it in his spark chamber, away from all danger.
His eyes narrowed. How was this possible? His optics dilated as he reviewed the moment. The Allspark was destroyed; he witnessed Sam thrusting it into Megatrons chest two months ago himself, and there were no signs that there were any femmes able to create and sustain life alive after Cybertrons destruction. If there had been they would have been hunted down by the Decepticon and sustained by the Autobots. They would have protected them, femmes being highly cherished in their culture, and after the massacre they had searched throughout space in vain for any other survivors.
Optimus's head snapped up as his fans turned on full blast, the rumble loud enough to overtake the sounds of soldiers around them. He quickly scouted the area he could detect, noticing in the corner of vision as Ironhide did the same. He quickly scanned for other Cybertronian signatures and shifted into a more able position. No matter what designation or alliance, it was well known fact femmes would always choose a hostile approach when it came to their sparklings. They had a direct maternal program, which was extremely feral at best when it came to the protection of offspring. Seeing how little of the femme population could reproduce without the Allsparks intervention, their unique instincts were well-known among them.
Optimus had once seen a femme half the size of a raging Decepticon, rip off his leg and brutally scratch out his optics for simply kicking her sparkling in frustration. As Ironhide turned his cannon Optimus vented his engines. Even if there weren't any signs of a femme, it didn't mean she wasn't just waiting right out of sight. He wasn't sure if that was good or bad news.
"Alright, everyone stand down!" Lennox pulled the radio out of his ear at the all clear, setting his weapon to safety mode. It was way too late at night for all this bull in his personal opinion.
"That means you too, Eppsy Baby!" He yelled across the station again, across the harbor at the special units set to the west. Epps, who was in sniper position on a roof parallel to the warehouse, gave a one finger salute back. Slapping his spotter on his arm, Epps made the all-clear, signaling to sniper two, three, and Four to give up their positions as well. Lennox ruffled his hair and hissed- three Decepticon missions in a week, two in the north and one in the east. Damn he needed a vacation.
The units stationed next to what was left of the entrance fell back, finally letting the Autobots have leg room to get out. Lennox watched as they walked stiffly out, Ratchet all but jumping through their makeshift doorway. The old medic rattling in the language he often heard them speaking back at the base. He didn't have to be a body language expert to tell that something was up with the bots, Ironhide was right out cussing, switching between English, and what sounded like some freaky German. Even though Ratchet refused to look up from his left hand, he was shifting from one foot to the other. Lennox watched as he losted his footing, almost stepping on two men who were trying to grab one of the spot lights. They yelled up at him, shaking their fists. Then, then there was the big boss bot.
Lennox looked up as Optimus came out of the warehouse, the top of his head hitting the roof with a crack of sparks with what looked like a pretty painful nick. He didn't seem to notice though; Optimus slouching over as he walked. His hand was curled into a loose fist over his chest plate and his mouth was set in a nasty frown. He was walking fast, and Lennox was pretty sure the sound he was making was the equivalent of a growl. His eyes were narrowed, making the big guy look more intimidating than normal, and as Lennox tried running next to Optimus's leg, he was slightly off put by it all. As they crossed over half of the harbor, he could only think about how lucky a deal they got from being able to close off the entire harbor in such short notice, allowing the Autobots free reign to move.
His eyes shifted around every corner as Lennox watched his team. The night was crisp and chilly even with all of his military equipment, allowing the sound of their unit's activates to echo really far. It wasn't that he was uncomfortable or anything, seeing how the coast was clear and all, but they were pretty much broadcasting their location for miles even without the spotlight. And seeing how it had only been a few months since the 'Battle of Manhattan', Lennox just blamed it on nerves as he unlocked his gun. Yea, that was it.
Just nerves.
Optimus's optics spun, the twisting gears of his pupil dilating as the spot light snapped off. The constant humming of his internal fans were still loud enough to be heard over the yelling. He still couldn't stop the deep primal growl that made its way up his throat. The sound seemed to unnerve the human standing next to him, and he watched as Lennox took a few measured jumpy steps away from him as they made it to the water's edge.
"For 'everything's clear'," Optimus finally looked down at him, the shouts of commands dulling down as the last of the equipment was put into the trucks. "You guys sure handle peaceful well." Optimus's entire body seemed to vibrate when he sighed and Lennox scratched his neck. Optimus turned away from the harbor water, staring at his team, suddenly aware of his age.
Though he was young for a Prime; how long had it been since he had held such a thing?
"You are wrong." Even his voice rumbled with a growl, and Optimus closed his optics in frustration. He stopped his recording, his statement bringing the attention of the surrounding soldiers and well as his fellow Autobots. Ratchet visibly shivered, letting out a long sigh as he stroked whatever he had in his hand. Ironhide sat, using another smaller warehouse's roof as a makeshift chair, the weak metal giving under his weight. Lennox looked between the three of them, clearly lost.
"Huh?" Really, what else could he say? Were the three of them speaking in alien code again? Epps finally rounded the corner, his men jogging behind him as Lennox shifted his gun into the ready position.
"Today marks a very important event," Optimus figured he couldn't keep the growl out of his speech even if he were to try, the voice of the primes evident as his team seemed to stand straighter. He looked over at Ratchet, while Lennox and Epps followed his eyes. The two bots locked optics and neither had to say anything.
"Optimus." Ironhide stared at him fiercely, and Ratchet stared back at his leader, his face cold. "You aren't serious? You want us to show them a sparkl-"
"They," Optimus interrupted, never leaving Ratchets optics, "Are our comrades. It is only a matter of time before they are aware of it. Would you rather them learn of our newest member second hand Ironhide?" His voice held no leverage and Ironhide snapped his mouth closed, but the sounds that came from his throat weren't that hard to decipher. The soldier looked between the two of them nervously and Ratchet's optics darkened even further.
"It's dangerous." Ratchet's voice was flat and he started to glare at Optimus. "Unacceptable."
Optimus sighed and brought a hand up to his helm, rubbing his forehead. He could understand where the medic was coming from, himself included wanted nothing more than to get the sparkling somewhere safe, leaning towards just putting the small spark into his own chamber and that being the end of it. But in order to do so, they would have to cooperate with their newest alliance.
"Ratchet," Optimus brought his hand away from his face and glared back. "This is an order." His medic was able to hold his glare for a few more second before falling back, unable to defy his Prime directly. Didn't mean he wasn't going to stop complaining though. Ratchet looked down at his hand again, and Lennox resisted pulling out his hair. His wife liked it too much anyways.
"Uh, guys?" The mechs all turned to look down at Epps, who had his arms raised over his head in defeat. "Maybe it's because I just got here, but. Am I missing something?" Ironhide huffed.
"Human! Always want to be in the middle of everything, bah!" He crossed his arms and stood up, glaring over at Ratchet and snarled, "Show 'em already so we can get this over with."
The medic nodded stiffly, giving one final look at Optimus before bending down. He brought his hand close to the ground, near enough so both Epps and Lennox could see what lay in his palm. He uncurled his fingers slowly, making sure to grumble both vocally, and over the intercomm.
The sparkling was still shaking and hiccupping, even while in recharge. Optimus could finally tell the color, the light blue and white design pale and sickly under the light. It was curled near the medic's thumb on its stomach. From the way it was moving while in recharge it wasn't fully in a stable condition. The body temperature was too low, dangerously so making Optimus run a quick diagnostic scan of his own. He found the spark input to be significantly above the output. What had the human called that condition? He quickly searched the world web before finally settling with heart failure. When Ratchet was sure all of their human counterparts had seen enough, he curled his hand around the sparkling again, bringing it back up to his chest plate, shielding it from the harsh fall chill.
"Well shit!"
Optimus tilted his head to look at the two humans. Lennox was pointing at the spot the sparkling once was in shock, grabbing onto Epps arm, "It's a tiny robot B-baby?!"
A thought hit Lennox hard at that comment, making him reel back. He grabbed onto Epps and brought him face to face with him. The two of them stuttered before looking between Optimus and the medic. Their mouths flapped open and closed, and Lennox kept making wild arm movements. Optimus tilted his head, what a strange reaction.
"You can have babies?" Ironhide bared his teeth at them and snarled.
"Of course we have offspring, you blabbering buffoons! How else would our species exist?" They continued to stutter, before Epps finally threw his arms up into the air.
"Well I don't know! I was thinking an assembly line from hell!" He looked over at Lennox, his eyes huge. "You?"
"I thought that was what med bots wrench was for."
Ratchet all but scowled at them. Primus, it was going to be a long trip back to base.
It was a few hours later that she finally started to rouse again. The last of her thought slipping in and out of her dream like state. When she was younger, Odette had childhood asthma, which made being a kid difficult on some occasions. She remembered a technique a doctor had taught her for when she started to panic. Take the biggest breaths in you possibly can, let it out slowly, repeat, and count down from twenty if you can. She remembered how cute that doctor was. After she got over her childhood ailment she started to apply the method to other things; to stress management, or remembering facts, or even getting through the worst scenes in horror movies.
Hmm, maybe she should go back to sleep. Wait, wasn't she already asleep? Oh, never mind.
She wasn't an outgoing kid growing up, choosing reading or watching television over baseball. Most of her earliest memories were of her drawing, or watching her favorite cartoons. She was well rounded, with many friends and a few love interests. What she liked evolved and expanded, she wasn't a fanatic of any one thing, and she was always going to look back at her life and find something new to look at.
Like one of her favorite cartoons growing up, The Transformers. She hadn't thought of them for almost a decade before the movies came out, and like any repressed memory when one small thing came up, everything than spills out. She had watched the movies like any old fan, buying the tickets right after they went on sale, even going as far as to go back and look up things she didn't really understand. It wasn't like she was obsessed, after all she didn't have the time for it around school and responsibilities. No, she was like any fan who liked it simply because she could.
She curled deeper into her bed, trying to stay asleep. She was asleep wasn't she? Yes, yes why was that a question?
If she had known she would wake up one day to find Ironhide scowling in front of her, she would have avoided it at all cost. Or, maybe she would have been more diligent in gathering information.
Odette took a deep breath in, relaxing deeper into the cushion under her, letting it out slowly. No use looking back at something with regret anymore. She was going to learn from her mistakes from now on. Her thoughts finally were starting to make more sense, the dream fading away slowly.
She slowly onlined, feeling her body twitch as her mind became more active, her legs uncurled as she shifted onto her back. A low pitched whistle came from her throat as the last of the fuzzy humming left her mind. What was left of her dream faded into nothing and she resisted the urge to remember it. She slowly brought her hand up to rub her eye, a large yawn stretching her mouth wide open.
She kicked her legs out as a sudden pressure pushed down on her stomach, it wasn't painful, just annoying. She didn't stop the whine that came from her as she brought her other hand up to swat at the tangled blankets. Stupid thing, she was trying to sleep here. She kicked harder as the pressure didn't let up and she rubbed harder at her eyes, trying to get the last of the sleep out of them. She opened her mouth and chirped in agitation, finally feeling the pressure let up. She opened her eye slowly with a huffed click, glaring at the opposing blanket.
Ratchet blinked back at her. His gigantic face the only thing she could see.
He looked at her through a car doorway, leaning forward into Odette's makeshift corner to inspect her closely. He had part of his hand through the doorway, a finger hooked around the back of the blanket and another in the front, pressed to her stomach. She didn't move and he didn't break eye contact. He was so close she could see the gears inside of his eyes move independently and feel his breathing tickle her face. Her eyes slowly got bigger, her mouth dropping open.
What? Wait, go back. Ratchet? As in, giant alien robot Ratchet? Ratchet's fingers moved up, bringing her forward. He almost had her out of Optimus's door when everything made sense at once. Everything turned white, and reality seemed to hit her hard enough to send her head back. So yes, her reaction was fully justified in her mind.
The metallic high pitched scream that tore through her throat left even her own head buzzing. Optimus's speakers turned to static, and everyone on the plane tried desperately to turn off their audio receivers as the wail ripped through them. Ironhide even tried to stand, causing a moment of pure panic. Ratchet cursed in his native language as he flung himself back, the sparkling still in his hand. He hissed, his optics shorting for a few moments as he tried to keep a grip on the flailing sparkling, the blankets twisting around it.
Epps finally got his radio out of his back pocket, the high pitched whistling coming from it almost unbearable. Lennox accidently dropped his with a curse as the man next to him finally tried sticking his fingers into his ears to ease his suffering.
"What the fuck!" Epps cried as he twisted the radio nob, another man finally got fed up and threw his as hard as he could against the floor, destroying it. Ironhide growled, his optics flashing red as he snapped his teeth. He made a feeble reach for Ratchet, Optimus in the way.
"What type of alien screaming attack is this?! This is worse than any goddamn bomb!" Lennox screamed as he finally got his radio turned off. "Fuck!"
"The hell is that!" The sound of the pilot's voice yelled through the static of the speakers. The cargo jet shifted to the left as it suddenly lost air. They all began to yell as the jet lurched, Lennox quickly grabbing onto the bar. Epps was less lucky, being flung forward, sliding across the deck to land on Optimus's back tire. "It's messing with my equipment! Turn it off!"
Odette kicked her legs up as hard as she could and tried to flip over in Ratchet's hands, only to get more tangled in the blankets. Ratchet banged his head on the top of the hanger as she almost slipped through his fingers a second time, still cursing in Cybertronian. She braced herself automatically, tensing her arms and reaching out to the car door closes to her. She screamed as loud as she could a second time, flinging herself in between the gigantic fingers towards the truck, intent with getting back inside of it.
The Plane righted itself for a second before losing air again, this time turning to the right. The lights in the hanger shorted, clicking on and off. Epps let out a manly squeal, being thrown through the air a second time. He landed painfully on top of two other men. Another man fell head first into the wall.
Ratchet growled, and bit back a command in Cybertronian, after all a sparkling so small wouldn't understand it. He almost dropped the abnormally small thing again, his other hand underneath his first, just in case. She slid across his palm quickly with a loud squeal, snapping her teeth at him. Odette knew it didn't make any sense, she was trying to get away from one, to get to another, but as she saw it - nothing really needed to make sense anymore. After all, she was trying to get away from Ratchet, alien robot Ratchet!
"Make it stop!" William yelled. "Put it back! Put it back!"
She just needed to get back there! It was warm! And in a world like this, she didn't have to make sense now did she? Ratchet's gigantic hand wrapped around her torso, finally keeping her from moving anymore, and the last scream died in her throat. Instead, quick rapid whined clicking came out, and before she could comprehend it she was bawling. She was clicking desperately, one arm which wasn't secured by Ratchet flared desperately. She couldn't scream anymore, much to the relief of everyone. No, now she was just sobbing and clicking.
"पावन μητέρα תציל אותי "
Holy mother of god, save me! She ignored the fact that the words came out wrong again, and as she reached to grab the closet object to fling at Ratchet she sobbed louder. Her cubby hands were feet away from the open door of Optimus Prime's alt mode, and before she could magically create something out of thin air to throw at him, Ratchet pulled her closer to him.
"Калі ласка! " A loud metallic screech ripped through her vocal processors, followed by hurried whines and chirps. Let go! She looked up at him, sobbing optics meeting annoyed ones. Let go! Let go! Let go! Her voice came out as high pitched whines and clicks, the last bit of her threat as a high strung hiss, her words still not making any sense. The plane finally righted itself, the lights finally staying on. Ironhide whacked the side of his head in order to clear his processors of any remaining static. A few humans got off the ground around him, groaning as they made their way back to their seats.
"Primus!"" Ironhide moaned as he rubbed his painful audio receptors, blinking his optics a few times. "Ratchet, what did you do?" Optimus's frame shivered, but he remained quiet. Ratchet scowled, glaring over the Prime at the weapon specialist.
"Quiet! It doesn't matter what type of tantrum it pulls, it must be checked out!" He bared his teeth before grumbling, "It is just uncomfortable with being held by an unknown mech." He watched as it continued to wiggle, clearly extremely uncomfortable with the way he was handling it. The quicker he did the last of his diagnostics, the quicker the ordeal would be over. He tried to rationalize his cold demeanor as the sparkling sent a rather pathetic look his way again. At least Optimus seemed to understand the urgency of the matter, allowing him to take the sparkling out of his truck bed without any trouble.
Odette wiggled in his hand as he held her not so gently, squeaking nonstop. She began to whack his hand with her own, slapping at any of the fingers she could reach. However, the blanket was round around her almost too tight, and the fabric restrained her just as much as Ratchet's hand. She watched him through her tears as he brought his arm scanner up to her, scanning her as quickly as he could. She jumped as the green like ray hit her, and without thinking she tried to bite it, to make it go away.
"Not to mention, the blasted thing is half the size it should be!" Ratchet hissed, glaring in aspiration at the sparkling, who he could of swore glared back at him for a split second. "So, yes! I'm going to evaluate it right now." There was a moan and Epps was up, wobbling a little bit before getting his footing. The two guys he fell on were no better, holding the hit parts of their bodies in agony. Epps put his pinky in his ear, trying to get the ringing to stop.
"Well," Epps moaned, shaking his head. "Next time you decide to wake the baby, warn us. So I have time to jump out." He blinked and put his hands out in front of him. Okay, hopefully he'd go back to only seeing two of those soon.
"I second that!" It was a solider by the hanger door, a few other men murmuring in agreement, and most of them now had their seatbelts on. Ironhide growled before echoing them with a here-here. Optimus rolled on his wheels before shuddering. The sparkling let out another particularly high pitched squeal as Ratchet tried to look at its chest plate. Primus, it really did not like Ratchet.
"વિરામ σάρωσηςलोगों קרבים"
Don't just scan a person's inside! Odette squealed loudly and chattered as he did it again. He brought his other hand towards her, trying to gently move the blanket off of her chest. You are nothing but an evil, metal headed doctor! Stop it! She wasn't some science project. It was violating! She tried to shift around, finding her current condition to be quite uncomfortable. Ratchet just ignored her fleeting attempts, looking over the data in his scanner. Odette tried to turn away from him, to find Optimus. He had a bed in the back she could hide in. She pushed at his probing hand which was still trying to get under the blanket without actually letting her go. Let me go damnit! Another round of harsh, high pitched clicking and chirping came from her throat, as a sob made her shiver. Her bottom lip trembled dangerously and she didn't stop crying. This wasn't fair! How was this fair?!
"Easy." Ratchet murmured as the information of the scan ran through his systems. "Keep that up and you'll force yourself back into recharge." He tried purring, but it was clear the sparkling was ignoring it. It continued to swat at his hand and sob, the accusing blue optics staring up at him time from time. Frag, he could already tell his new patient was not going to be an easy one in the future. Odette swatted at his finger again as he almost got the blanket away from her chest, she could only hope that he would lose interest soon, her attack not very affective. If only she could bite him or something? She tried barring her teeth but her chin was trembling too much. Get away! Go away!
Suddenly, like her thoughts had hit him, Ratchet jumped in place, snapping his hand from the blanket like it had burned him. Odette stopped slapping at the hand around her as the mech's entire posture changed, his hand noticeably tightening around her. It was almost to the point of being painful. Ratchet's optics grew wide, his optics completely shifting, and his pupils dilated passed anything she had seen. His facial plate seemed to turn to stone, his eyes all but burned as he stared at her. The stare was like he was seeing her for the first time. She froze, swallowing the squeak she was about let out as the mech looked at her way too intently.
The hanger went silent as Ratchet and Odette stared each other down; neither flinched as they both seemed to size each other up. Odette was too late to stop her chin from quivering pathetically, her body having a mind of its own as her eyes misted over. She was able to stop the quiver from coming out of her throat though, and she tried desperately to keep eye contact through her tears. He wasn't going to squish her was he? Ratchet entire frame suddenly shivered, something close to a growl coming from his audio processors and Odette could only hope that was a good sign.
"ԿԱՅԱՑԱՎ!" Odette squealed when Ratchet suddenly undid his grip, his hand all but going limp, his fingers letting her go to form almost a cage around her.
The sudden movement made her slide down his hand into the middle of his palm. The blanket was too tangled, making it almost impossible for her to move the bottom half of her body. She tried to twist around to look up at him, her large optics staring up at him in fear. She grabbed onto the nearest finger as Ratchet remained stone, his optics flashing on and off as he reviewed his data packet. Ratchet looked over it again, a fourth time, before selecting a certain piece of information that couldn't possibly be-
"That's impossible..." Odette jumped when he finally spoke, the medic's voice all but a whisper. "It's impossible!" Was he starting to sound a little hysterical or was that just her? She nervously shifted under her blanket as he suddenly snapped back into reality. She jumped when he all but pushed her into his face, his nose suddenly right next to her. She could feel the warm exhale from his nostrils, see every particle of the metal of his face, his narrowed optics all but glowing as he stared into her own, and he was way too goddamn close! Fuck!
"Orn." He croaked, looking over at Optimus in panic. The prime jumped on his wheels as the medic actually began to panic. "The Scanner says it isn't even an orn old!" He shuttered, thrusting the hand that held the sparkling away from his face as Odette got ready to scream, "But, but that is impossible!"
The scream she had built up in her throat died quickly as Optimus moved, the truck all but jumping off its own wheels. She looked through Ratchet's fingers, staring wide eyed at Ironhide and Optimus, who both looked like they were about to kneel over. All three of them seem to shift together and somehow she knew they were all feeling the same thing.
"Impossible!" Optimus hissed through the speakers of the truck and this time she jumped. She had started to think of the truck as just that, but his voice again reminding her that she was indeed completely surrounded by robots. "Are you sure Ratchet." His voice was harsh, almost like he was mad at what the medic had said. Now Odette was worried. Was a Corn bad? It was bad wasn't it? Oh god, it was bad. How bad was bad? Like bad, or bad bad. Shit. Shit. Shit.
"Hic!"
Suddenly her chest expanded painfully, her body all but jumping in place. What? Oh no, no not again! She did not want to do this again! She grabbed his finger tightly as she almost lost her grip. Her body bouncing as hurried hiccups rattled her chest painfully. Ratchet brought her closer to his face again, but with every jump of her frame she lost what little grip she had left. He inspected her again, his face again way too close.
"Hic...Hic!" She squeaked up at him through the painful movements, ducking the bottom of her face under the tangled blankets. Odette shivered, sure that for whatever reason she was now on everyone's bad list. She stared at him nervously when he tilted his head side to side, sizing her up. Ratchet wasn't someone who would squish a person, right? Dear god, she hoped not. Ratchet vented, the warm air making her close her eyes and squeal. She lost her grip again as a rather powerful hiccup made her burp.
"I'm sure." Ratchet growled out painfully, zooming in on the sparklings arms, focusing on its outer layer on its hands.
"Optimus," He trailed off, bringing the sparkling away from his face, aware of its fear from the body language. At least it wasn't hissing at him anymore. He sighed, looking over to his Prime, aware of where to the spark had settled in his palm.
"The sparkling hasn't even started to develop the first layer of amour, and the outer layer is basically nonexistent." The weight in his chest grew as the startled sparkling squeaked at him again, the panic clear in its clicks. Every mech on the plane seem to still at once, and Lennox got a bad feeling. Epps walked over to him, albeit still a little wobbly, but he was still able to look up at the sparkling through Ratchets fingers. Optimus revved his engines loudly, and Ironhide snapped his teeth with a hiss, all three seemly lost in their own thoughts.
"So, what does that mean?" Epps shifted his weapon, looking between the solemn face of the medical bot and the still revving Optimus. "What's an corn?" Odette wanted to nod with William, but found herself caught off guard by another round of painfully loud hiccups. She remembered him from the movie. She had always thought him and Lennox were the best actors in the movie, second to Sam or course. Prime visibly sank on his axel.
"An orn," Prime spoke through his radio to his human comrades, and Odette listened in as well. "Would be in the equivalent of a human time line, a week." William nodded at the explanation, while Epps seemed to be even more confused. That still didn't explain why the bot looked like someone just kicked a kitten. Ratchet sighed loudly, bringing his other hand up to run a finger across the back of the sparkling, in an attempt to calm its hiccups, his finger trailing slowly down the bumps of its spine.
Odette couldn't stop the weird cooing noise that came from her throat as Ratchet's finger ran up her back again, sending strange tingles through her limps.
"ԿԱՅԱՑԱՎ!" Holy cow! Her entire body seemed to relax at the sensation of the large finger running across her skin. The feeling was amazing; no it was like nothing she had ever felt before! A low coo rumbled out of her throat as she pushed back into his hand, her eyes closing in bliss. This was better than anything she had ever experienced. She purred, hearing the sound echoed back from the mech holding her. This felt amaz-
"Hic!"
Damn it all.
"Impossible and you know it Optimus!" Ironhide hissed out, finally looking up through clenched teeth. He glared at the medic, "The Allspark was destroyed! You as witness! There is no Allspark and there are no femmes!" He roared, looking between the two mechs accusingly. They had all lost their femmes, and to suddenly act as if it never happened? He snarled, glaring across the hanger at the medic. The two mechs stared each other down, neither shifting their gaze. The hanger went still as no one moved. Finally, Ratchet bared his teeth back and growled.
"Enough." Optimus didn't have to raise his voice, simply allowing the voice of the Primes to state that the fight was over. Neither of the two looked away. "I said enough Ratchet. Ironhide." They broke eye contact, choosing rather to look at their leader. Optimus finally stopped revving his engines, sagging on his axils. Suddenly Lennox coughed loudly to get their attention.
"So! Err," Lennox voice cut through the tense silence. He scratched the stubble on his chin in confusion. "So what I got was the kid is really young or something? That it?" a few other unit members murmured in confusion, looking between the Autobots as they began to shift nervously again.
"Ratchet." Optimus all but growled out. "Put the sparkling back. And be careful." Optimus's statement seemed hurried and tense, the entire truck shimmered, the sound of metal moving coming from his frame. Ratchet nodded stiffly, moving the sparkling up as it squealed at the movement. He grunted, running his finger down the sparkling's back again as he moved forward. The last part of his statement sounded a little like a threat to her. Ah-oh. Odette clicked softly, what had she done? She pushed back into Ratchet's touch and looked down nervously at the truck door that was now open. She looked up at Ratchet, the medic staring down at her with that weird look again. Were they going to tell them what was going on, or what? After all, she chirped through another coo, her eyes finally drying up completely. After everything she had been through, god at least owed her some sort of explanation. Right?
Oh Primus and any Primes watching, Ratchet thought desperately as he looked down at the cooing sparkling, now fully aware just how small it really was. Epps tilted his head in confusion.
"Careful? What's the problem?" Epps question seemed to echo what everyone was thinking and Ironhide huffed, having forgotten the humans for a moment. This was their first experience with a sparkling; therefore they wouldn't know the difference he guessed.
"I sometimes forget to speak aloud," Ratchet sighed, "The problem is," he looked down at the opened door, keeping a firm grip on the spark. "This sparkling is similar to a newborn, as the human put it, which is dangerous by itself. But..." He hesitated, reaching forward, not wanted to put any more stress on the tiny frame.
Ratchet put it down as gently as he could, letting the sweetspark all but slide off the tips of his fingers. The back of Optimus's alt form had actually transformed into a bed and Odette was too busy staring at it to put up a fuss. She quietly clicked as she slide onto the warm cushion, before trying to kick her way out of the superbly annoying blanket trap. The moment he removed his hand from the door way, Optimus all but slammed it shut, an audible click making Epps jump. Ratchet grunted, leaning against the side of the plane. The reaction startled most of the humans, looking between them quickly. Ratchet sighed, no reason to hold anything back anymore. He scratched his helm as his shoulders sagged, stress finally catching up to him. He grew still as he got lost in his thoughts.
"Uh," Epps raised his hand and Ratchet jumped, "Confused humans here! I mean, really, really lost." Ratchet brought his hand up to his face, rubbing his optics. For the love of-. Why in the world were the other two leaving him to explain everything.
"The Problem is," Ratchet stressed through clenched teeth, "it is not just a newborn. It is premature." He sighed, his entire frame feeling heavier. How to explain it in terms they could understand. "The sparkling is extremely underweight and underdeveloped. It is like the Equvilant of your human child being born without skin." He hissed.
There! Happy you little apes? He glared down at the man, finally fed up with telling him things he really didn't have to know. What could a human want with sparkling information anyways? Ratchet felt like there was something in his throat cables and he chocked up, Ironhide visibly sagging. Why the hell did they need to know that the sparkling they were carrying was most likely going to die before they could do anything to prevent it?
No. He decided they really didn't need to know that. Epps held up his hands in defeat at Ratchet's look, going back to his seat and strapping in.
The hanger grew silent again, the tense air making almost everyone uncomfortable. They flew the rest of the way to base that way, no one willing to try to change it.
It could not be said the same inside of Optimus's truck mode however. High pitched squeaks and chirps rattled off the walls, and Odette continued to speak in her weird, mixed up languages. She had tried everything to get the blanket off; tugging, scratching, and had even bit it a few times. She could only scream at her helplessness against the green military blanket wrapped around her. For fucks sakes, It was like a cocoon!
"Ես রোবট અને હું નથી કરી શકો છો να βγει гэтага? "
I'm a robot, but I can't even get out of a blanket? A series of rushed clicks came out of her throat, and she resisted the urge to just try to bite her way through it again. What a useless robotic body she had ever seen. She couldn't even roll her eyes correctly! She was still clicking and chirping angerly. Or at least be able to talk!? Dear god just let her go home already! Back to a world that made sense, and cars were just cars! A hysterical little scream made its way up her throat and she glared up at the trucks ceiling.
It was mocking her, she just knew it.
Yay! It's a little late, but what do you guys think? Too rushed, or to drawn out? I even added a few things! I kind of like it. So onwards, to the next!
Chapter 02 2.0 is now complete you guys! Yahoo!
Next time on Itzy Bitzy Timey Turning! It's Raining, Its Pouring! Incoming! close the hatches everybody!
1/11/13
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