Thank you for all your help and suggestions so far guys! I think maybe after I finish this story I might do sort of a rule book. I know it's been done to death already, but I think it could be fun! Let me know what you think of that and if you want me to do anything specific just let me know! As you all should already know, I do not own anything but my own character.
"THAT FRIGGIN' HURT! Metal ass!"
"Don't even THINK I won't hit you again! Now sit there as I finish my analysis!"
I pouted in a truly juvenile manner. Stupid wrench wielding robot. Maybe I could sneak out when he has his back turned. It would have been an excellent plan if Ratchet was not already used to his patients making a break for it.
"Make one move towards that door. If you move. ONE. SINGLE. INCH!" he bellowed from behind his computers. As soon as Optimus abandoned me to the Hatchet he quickly scooted out the door before he could catch him.
Damn unreliable Prime. Small portion of respect my ass.
A tingly buzzy feeling swept over me for the... Actually, I think I lost count after the tenth. I shivered and glared at him.
"Would you quit scanning me!" I snapped. After the fifth time he did so I freaked out and Ratchet then had to explain to me what he was doing. And how it worked. And how if I 'did not shut my vocal processor he would cram the largest wrench he could down my throat'. Pretty much all it did was, quite literally, scan and record the information. In my case he was recording the strange energy readings that my body and nervous system was emitting. The first time it happened I thought Ratchet was going to have a complete freak out. Half the sounds that came out of his mouth were unrepeatable even for the sailors. The rest wasn't even in English.
"Ratchet," I warned as he once again scanned me. He glared and waved a wrench threateningly before scanning me from top to bottom again.
"I'm getting real tired of your shit Ratchet!" I snapped as my anger flared up again. His optics (I made the mistake of calling them eyes once. 'These happened to be called optics! Can you puny human processor process that!') widened as he scanned me once again and transferred the results to his computer.
"That should not even be possible!" he snapped at his computer, "How is this possible!"
"You realize that I have no idea what your talking about," I muttered slightly angrily.
Ratchet glared at me as if he just realized I was still here. Yes Ratchet. Sorry my poor human brain does not possess telepathy. I am SO sorry for the inconvenience. (Please read in a very sarcastic tone with lots of eye rolling)
"The energy readings are very similar to the Allspark. Before it was destroyed that is."
"So my body is filled with magic Allspark energy? What the hell is an Allspark anyways?"
Ratchet gave me a look (I think I'm going to call this one Ratchet's why-are-humans-so-incredibly-stupid look) and true to my stubborn nature I simply chose to ignore him.
"I said similar. Not the same. It is almost as if your human DNA is being integrated into the Allspark. It is very... Fascinating," He scowled at the screen. I frowned, completely confused.
"So, the energy from this... Allspark and my DNA mutated? How? Or better yet why? Or when?" I asked in rapid succession. Ratchet frowned at me for a few moments.
"Are you seeing any strange symbols? Any information that does not make sense?"
"Uh," I stared at him as if he sprouted a second head, "Should I be?"
"Hmmm. Interesting. Well based on the tests I have been running I am fairly certain the excess energy that your body produces is most definitely Allspark energy," I rolled eyes and he gripped his wrench threateningly before continuing, "And it seems that your body has it almost... programmed to protect itself."
"Wait. So you mean I blew up a town because a giant metal alien tried to step on me? Don't I get any say? What if I almost get hit by a car? Am I just going to blow up the frickin' city!?"
"In theory if you were to practice releasing the energy, or even training your body not to do so unless specifically requested to... I suppose with practice you could control it," he finished a little uncertainly. I stopped to consider that for a moment. I quickly realized that that the sooner I could control my crazily over protective body the better.
"Okay. When do I start?"
"When you get those bandages off. And I will only let you attempt this if you check in every few days! The last time your body reacted you destroyed a town and nearly killed yourself." he snarled. I glanced warily at the wrench in his hand as said hand tightened.
"Prowl will come and get you and show you the way to your room. That means you will need to remember the way! Tomorrow one of the operatives here will show you around so try and memorize it! I can understand how this may be difficult for your small brain but I do not have the time to continually hunt you down!" he snapped.
"Really?! I'm free?!" I gasped in excitement, as Ratchet glared and began to lift his wrench, "Thanks Ratchet!" This is where I made a very stupid mistake of forgetting I am living in a base with giant alien robots. I went to take a step like I normally would have and fell off the berth. I let out a small yelp and briefly got the wind knocked out of me as I landed in Ratchets hand.
"Th-thanks," I coughed, "It's a good thing you-you can move pretty darn quick for your size."
As they say in the movies.
Flattery will get you nowhere.
As Ratchet dropped me on the floor (It wasn't far, but still. Ow) he started snarling curses and waved his wrench around in a graceful, horrifying manner. I missed most of it since I was to busy dodging his steps and concentrating on the wrench as I scampered over to the door. I called 'Sorry' and 'Thank you' repeatedly as I tried to make my escape. The door swooshed open and I ran right into something hard and metal.
"Um... Ow," I muttered as I picked myself off the floor. Ratchet walked over to a wall and pushed a button which caused all his computer screens and information to disappear or fold into the wall.
"Well, that was cool," I muttered before looking up, "Uh, hi! I'm Emily... And... Uh..." I trailed off as he looked down.
"It is an honor. I am the Autobot Prowl," he said devoid of emotion.
"Pleasure," I replied with a smile before yelling across the room, "RATCHET! CAN I GO?"
"THE YELLING IS NOT NECESSARY!" he bellowed, "Prowl show her to her room. Her bones are much stronger then we first thought so do not be afraid of harming her. In fact she could use a few good whacks!" Ratchet pitched the now misshaped wrench (from his grip no doubt) across the room. Prowl quickly grabbed me and scooted out of the room. The door shut with not a second to spare as we heard the clang as it hit the door.
"Thanks. I'm fairly certain he as it out for me with all those wrenches," I muttered as we began the trek down the hallways.
"Right. Left. Left again. Then straight," I thought aloud so I would remember the way.
"Every room at this... Base has larger doors for us Autobots and smaller ones for the humans who we work with," he said as he lowered me down in front of my new room.
"Thank you! Where do you sleep?"
"We recharge. The rest of the Autobots do so in this hallway as well as the two on either side. At the moment only Optimus Prime and Ultra Magnus recharge in this hallway. The rest of the rooms are given for humans to... sleep, as you say."
"Oh. Okay," I said committing the information to memory and threatened my brain, (I was thinking maybe bleaching it would be good if I did not remember) "Thank you so much Prowl!"
I smiled and opened my human sized door. With a doorknob.
My room was completely white. White dresser, white bed, white walls, white floor, white everything. At least it was human sized I thought with a yawn. I walked over to my new dresser and began to pick through things to find pajamas. Once armed with said pajamas I quickly took the chance to investigate the girl bathrooms across the hall. Once again all white. At least all the stall were separate instead on just on large bathroom or one large shower room. I showered quickly and pulled on my new, white, pajamas before sneaking back to my room. I stepped inside and turned the lights off before picking my way through the dark to my berth-bed-. I climbed inside and wriggled down till the blankets were up to my chin. I slowly closed my eyes and quickly let myself fall asleep. I frowned. Ratchet never did tell me what an Allspark was. I also didn't get an answer on what a Decepticon was either. Damn those Autobots and their skills at question evasion. I would have to hunt on or two down tomorrow and ask then. I was way to tired to really do anything tomorrow. And besides.
I could get to do my exciting 'blow-shit-up' thing tomorrow.