"Forgotten"—A TFP Fan Fiction

Summary: Gira goes to visit Ratchet for a check-up.

Rated: M overall for violence, some future gore, and sexual content.

**This chapter is rated K for fluff and cuteness**

Transformers characters © Hasbro

Gira © Me


PART TWO: REMEMBER

Chapter 4

By the time Alpha Trion had arrived to get me ready for my check-up, I was already awake. I was still set on my early internal clock to awaken just as the sun was rising. I awoke to the sound of soft breathing from the other sparkling femmes, and a warm sensation emanating over my body. I fluttered my optics open and lifted my head towards the warmth, and there I saw through the window the sun rising over the horizon. I had always witnessed its ascend to the sky through a small window, but through the gargantuan glass plate on the back wall of the room, I could see its rays expand across the lightening, open sky, creating magnificent and powerful colors. The light and warmth gently made its way through the glass plate, brightening and warming the room; not enough to disturb the other femmlings, but just right to make the room even more comfortable. It made the room much more safe—especially for me, since I was surrounded by complete strangers.

I marked this morning as the First Dawn—the first time I never woke up afraid.

However, I was still in work-overdrive. I placed the doll Alpha Trion gave me upright on the berth, swung my legs over the edge, and hopped down, flopping onto my aft. I looked around to see if I had awoken any of the femmlings; I was afraid if I ever did Alpha Trion would be displeased with me. Satisfied that they were all still asleep, I got up and waddled around, picking up all the fallen toys or thermal blankets and putting them back on the berths of the femmlings from which they had fallen.

As I was finishing up, I heard the door slide open and looked to see Alpha Trion enter the room holding a small Energon container. He noticed me cleaning up and went over to me, kneeling down. "Gira, you don't need to clean up after the other femmlings," he spoke softly. I blinked at him, not sure what he meant. My whole life I had to do labor. If I wanted to please him, I had to make sure he did as little work as possible. He seemed to understand as he asked, "Your carriers forced you to do labor, did they not?" I nodded slowly, and showed him how clean the room was. I looked up to him, wondering if I did a good job. He smiled at me and petted my helm, then scooped me up into his arms, cradling me. At the sight of the Energon container in his hand, my fuel tank rumbled and I reached for it, whimpering and begging. He chuckled and gave it to me, then I greedily drank it down as if I would starve if I didn't. "Now then," he said quietly as to not disturb the other femmlings, "time for your check-up with Ratchet."

We left the room, headed down a long hallway, then exited the orphanage and onto the streets. Very few Cybertronians were out and about since it was still pretty early. A few of them knew Alpha Trion either greeted him, or stopped briefly to talk. He told them he was taking me, or "little one" as he referred me to the others, to Ratchet for a check-up, and explained that I was added to the orphanage just yesterday. Some called me cute, and others attempted to touch me, but I retaliated by whining and fretting. I only wanted Alpha Trion touching me and no one else. He told the strangers my reaction was result of an "accident" I had when I was smaller. They understood and made sure not to touch me again; if they had I would have bitten their hand, but Alpha Trion wouldn't have been pleased.

After a few chats, we resumed our journey to the medical office down the street. We entered through a large door that slowly opened and closed behind us. The air was cooler than outside, and it smelled like medicine. Other medics, a mix of mechs and femmes, were roaming around, going from one room to another, conversing with each other or assisting some poor sick soul. One of them noticed us and walked over; seeing me, she put a smile on her face.

"Alpha Trion, hello," she said sweetly. "Ratchet said he was expecting you sometime this morning. Please follow me."

"Of course, Precision," Alpha Trion nodded and followed the femme named Precision down a hall plated with white metal with doors on each side. It was the younglings and sparklings hall. Through some of the doors I could see other mechlings and femmlings being treated and examined. Some were bawling and fretting, others were content. They had carriers with them. Those who cried, their mothers or fathers tenderly comforted them. Those who were content, their carriers praised them for being brave. I envied them; why did they have a happy, love-filled life while mine was nothing but hatred and abandonment?

Remembering my horrific sorrows, I started to cry. Alpha Trion tried gently shushing and bouncing me, but I continued crying all the way to an office at the end of the hall. The door slid open, revealing a large work station with an examination table, a tray of tools, and a desk where the medic from last night sat. He perked up at the sound of the door sliding, and my crying, and stood from his desk.

"Ah, Alpha Trion. I've been expecting you," he said with a smile. He walked over and looked down at me. "Oh, what is the matter?" he cooed at me. That got my attention, having never heard anyone talk like that, and made my crying dwindle. He smiled at me and took my hand, gently squeezing it and giving it a little shake. "How was she this morning?" Ratchet asked Alpha Trion.

"She was already awake by the time I went to fetch her," he explained, "cleaning up the room."

"Oh really. Has she already had her morning serving of Energon?"

"Yes, she has."

"Alright." Ratchet smiled at me again. "Okay, miss Gira. Let's take a look." He carefully lifted me from Alpha Trion's arms and walked off. I thought he was taking me away and started crying again, reaching for the kind mech who rescued me. "Oh, don't you worry, little one," Ratchet assured, "Alpha Trion is welcome to sit and stay if he chooses. And this check-up will go fast, you'll be back in his arms, only if you cooperate with me. Okay?" I sniffled and purred softly with a nod. "Good girl." Ratchet then sat me down on the examination table; it was very cold and I yelped, leaping back into his arms. He chuckled and sat me back down, first turning on a heating system to make it comfortably warm.

He first checked my optics to see if they were at full function. He shone a light and scanned them; the light was too bright and the scanner scared me, making me cry. Then I felt a gentle hand rub up, down, and in circles around my back. My crying was replaced with content purrs and clicks. "You like that, don't you?" Ratchet said with a chuckle. He kept going until I had calmed down, then finished examining my sight, confirming I had healthy, perfect vision—and that I had beautiful optics.

Then he checked my throat and airways. He had me open my mouth and shone the light down my throat. He said nothing seemed out of the ordinary, just a bit of wear and tear; that probably had to do with all of the screaming I did my whole life. He told me to close my eyes and take in a deep breath, then coated his finger with some powder and tapped it on my vents as I breathed in, making me sneeze. He seemed pleased to know I had "completely expelled" the powder. I, however, was not so amused.

Then he did my physical examination. He checked my core temperature and declared it was normal, that I did not have any irregular increase or decrease in rate. He checked my spark; he said he heard a healthy pulse, confirming my spark was fine. If only he knew the number of scars it actually bore. He examined my limbs and joints, slowly lifting and bending them to make sure they moved properly. He reached up to touch my neck in order to turn my head, but Alpha Trion quickly stopped him before he could, explaining I did not like being touched there. Instead, Ratchet told me to turn my head in whatever direction he pointed.

The final examination was to test my senses, minus my sight since he already confirmed their perfect condition. He tested my sense of touch, sound, smell, and taste. He gave me three textures—one was spiky, one smooth, and one dented. He told me to choose the one I liked best. I first chose the spiked texture and pulled my hand away, crying out in pain. Ratchet sighed and took the spiked one away, leaving behind the other two textures. I then chose the smooth one and purred. It didn't hurt my hand at all. Although I touched the spiky one first, I did not like it for the touch, but because it looked interesting. To test my sense of hearing, he played a recorder, telling me to blink twice whenever I heard a beep. I heard five beeps, blinking twice for each of them. Ratchet told me I had heard all of the beeps and had healthy hearing; no adjustments needed to be made to my audio receptors. For my sense of smell, he had three small Energon cubes. They all looked the same, he told me, but they had different smells. He gave me the first one to sniff; it smelled very sweet like the Energon Alpha Trion gave me. The second one had no smell at all, and it bored me. The third had a nauseating smell that nearly made me purge. For my sense of taste, he gave me the sweet Energon cube to drink.

"You were a brave girl today," Ratchet said, petting my helm and giving my abdomen a tickle to make me laugh, "so you deserve a special treat." He then gave me something called an Energon goodie; it was basically a chewy shard of Energon, but it smelled good. I took it and started nibbling; I really liked Ratchet. He was nice, like Alpha Trion, and he took good care of me that day. And he brought me back to Alpha Trion just like he promised. "She's a healthy one, sir," he told him.

"Excellent, excellent. I thank you, Ratchet," Alpha Trion obliged.

"Oh, it's no trouble at all, Alpha Trion," Ratchet replied. "I enjoy ensuring the health and safety of any femmling or mechling in Iacon. Just be sure you bring Gira along with the others when their monthly check-up time comes."

"I shall, Ratchet. Thank you, again." Then, while I nibbled on my goodie, we left the medical office and returned to the Iacon Orphanage. When we entered, I heard the other younglings and sparklings awakening and preparing for the day. Through each small window in the door, I could see other caretakers tend to the younglings so they get ready and behave themselves. I assumed they were in charge while Alpha Trion was away.

"Well," he said to me as we headed down the hall, "now that you have adjusted, now that you are clean and healthy...why don't we introduce you to the other sparklings?"

What happened that day...I had never forgotten, nor will I ever forget.

It was the day I first met my Onny.