Ok. Sorry for the long wait but I haven't had much inspiration for writing. This is a short chapter and I apologize but I never expected people to like this fic and I'm trying to figure out where I want to go with this. If anyone had any suggestions feel free to speak up. I have a vague idea now where I'm going with this story, its just a matter of making it go where I want to.
Disclamer: Not mine, so no sue me please.
Two weeks later found a very annoyed Cahira glaring at a yellow Lamborghini in the med bay. Ratchet was on a mission with Optimus, Hide, and the twins, leaving her in charge of the med bay. Sunstreaker had come in looking for Ratchet to fix a problem he had with one of his weapons, and had found Cahira in his place. Now he refused to leave his alt form which led to the situation they were in now.
"Transform, Sunstreaker."
"No," the voice floated out of the speakers, "I don't trust a little insect like you."
"Then you leave me no choice." She grabbed her laptop and hacked at Sunstreaker's firewalls. She briefly entertained the idea of planting the suggestion to paint himself pink, but dismissed it.
"What are you doing? Hey! What-?" Sunstreaker found himself transforming against his will, and he couldn't return to his alt form; he couldn't move at all for that matter. "Slag it!"
"Baby." Cahira rolled her eyes and walked over to the now prone Autobot. "Now, lets see what the problem is, hmm?"
Two hours later Ratchet found Cahria sitting on Sunstreaker's left forearm with her laptop propped on his chest plates tinkering with something, and Sunstreaker was sprawled out on the floor. Getting his paint job dirty.
"What are you doing?" Ratchet asked.
"Hi Ratch. I'm just fixing some wiring that was burned upon atmospheric entry." Cahria said, never once looking up from her work. Ratchet walked over and peered down at her work and found he could not see any burned wiring.
"What burned -?"
Cahria pointed to a pile of blackened something off to the side. She then slid the pannel shut and said, "See, that wasn't so bad now was it?" Sunstreaker's optics narrowed, "Yes, yes, plan my imminent demise, but maybe I'll just leave you immobile on the floor?" She glanced at him.
Ratchet just watched the scene in wonder. A five foot nothing human femme took on Sunstreaker and won, how, he was unsure, but at least they now had two medics on site.
Three days later Cahira was helping Ratchet take inventory in the med bay when she came across her mother's necklace. She pulled it out and stared at it for a while, letting the few good memories she had of her mother flit through her mind.
Shaking her head, she slipped the cord over her head and let the vial of energon rest near her heart, and then went back to cleaning the cabinet she was working on. She finished twenty minutes later.
"Hey Ratch, anything else you need help with?" She asked.
"No. But I do want to know where you got that energon from."
"Oh. I found it in one of the cabinets. You know who made it?"
"Unfortunately, I do not recognize the signature of the bot who made the energon. I can tell that it is about eight thousand years old." Ratchet replied.
Cahira picked up the vial and looked at it. "Eight thousand years old?"
"It has been changed from the original container a few times-"
"No dur." Cahira muttered.
"-but it is still good. And it matches the remnants I found in your blood. I also think it is how you are able to understand Cybertronian."
Cahria froze at the whirs and clicks coming from Ratchet. Her mind taking her back to the Decepticons' hide out. Then the words registered in her mind, and she relaxed. This was Ratchet. "Please don't do that. And how did you know I understood Cybertronian?" Her hand slapped over her mouth as she emitted the clicks necessary to form the language. Her eyes went wide in horror.
Ratchet raised an optic ridge. "Well your accent is atrocious, but-" He looked at the femme and picked her up, depositing her on the nearest bench. Then went about scanning her. "Do you feel any different?"
"No, why?" She asked, standing very still as Ratchet scanned her. His actions were scaring her.
"Because you should not be able to make the sounds necessary to speak Cybertronian. As I said, your accent is atrocious but I was able understand you." He finished his scans. "I wonder if you can truly speak the language or if you can only say certain words or phrases."
"How would we test that?" She wondered how she would speak a language she didn't conciously know. "I mean would I just think about speaking it or what?" She paused and looked at Ratchet. "Ratch? Hello?" She waved her arms. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Ratchet shuttered his optics a couple times to ensure he was seeing his scans properly. He was brought back to reality to by a thud as Sunstreaker hit the floor.
"What happened to him?" Cahira asked.
"You're speaking Cybertronian again." Ratchet replied as he went to reboot Sunstreaker's processor.
"I am? How do I turn it off? When did I even start speaking it?" She let out several clicks in distress as she began to panic.
Jazz happened to be passing the med bay if Cahira was done for the day. When he heard the distressed clicks, similar to a sparkling but with a human undertone that made no sense, he ran into the room to find the source; nearly tripping over Sunstreaker on the ground. He looked around in confusion as he heard human laughter mixed with amused beeps.
"Ratch, what's going on?" He asked.
"It seems Cahira can not only understand Cybertronian, she can speak it." Ratchet replied as Sunstreaker began to function again.
"What do you mean 'speak it'? She doesn't have the necessary equipment to make the correct sounds." Jazz said.
"That what I thought. Never expected to see squishy talk in Cybertronian flawlessly." Sunstreaker said as he got off the floor.
"Stop calling me squishy!" Cahira gave into the childish urge to stomp her foot as she said it.
"Frag she speaks Cybertronian." Jazz said.
"I wish I knew how to turn it off. It kind of hurts." She blinked. "Oh you have got to be kidding me. That's how I turn it on and off. By thinking about it?" She dropped to the table and crossed her legs indian style. "This sucks. Ratch? What else is this energon going to do to me?" She asked meekly.
"I don't know."
In another part of the world a small bug-like Decepticon was giving his report. "Milord, it appears the femme has energon in her blood and it has been there for quite some time."
"She was not harmed by it?"
"No milord." The bug responded.
"Interesting." The large bot's red optics took on a decidedly menacing light. "Was there anything else you were able to find out about this femme."
"Yes. She understands Cybertronian. The energon must be changing her. The metal content of her blood and total body composition was much higher than normal for a human." The bug looked thoughtful. "Perhaps the energon is changing her to be more like us. I'll need to run some more tests, but the femme left with the Autobot scum."
"She could be useful. It appears the Autobots are fond of this pathetic human." The larger bot pondered his next plans. "Yes. We will reacquire the femme. In the mean time I want to know if this could happen with the rest of this pathetic race. It could make them more efficient slaves for us."
The bug looked positively gleeful at the prospect.