The rest of the night wasn't really eventful. Ratchet stole me away from Prime and 'updated my firewall' after plopping me gently on a giant metal slab-bed. Then he tried to 'deactivate' my weapons. Every time he tried to do it, it hurt so bad that my claws would automatically pop out. Ratchet ended up with a nice scratch line through his armor from my toe claws. Serves the bugger right for practically hacking into my brain. Apparently there was some sort of tough ass encrypted code that he couldn't read to get rid of my weapons. That was honestly fine with me, I would rather be able to defend myself then rely on others to defend me, instincts be damned. On a further note, Mikaela didn't give up on trying to name me. Each and every name that was offered was turned down with various noises.

While I was given my 'check up', Mikaela and Sam decided that they wanted to know if robots had organs. While I didn't exactly want anyone poking around in my innards, I was curious about my organs as well. Ratchet flipped the catches that helped hold my chest together, though apparently it could be controlled, and with a small springing noise my chest popped open. Apparently the only reason that they could look at all my organs was because they were all essentially in my chest area since my lower body was maybe three human finger widths. That would change as I got older though, they were informed.

The small casing with the light was apparently my 'spark' or their version of a heart. The cables attached to the casing actually were essentially veins. The empty box was like an incubator, so it did hold things like I guessed; it held the 'sparkling' after it had been 'sparked' so it could grow. Both Mech's and Femme's had this so they could take turns babysitting essentially.

The first small tank was actually my stomach I guess. The 'various organs' were actually my lungs and intestines of sorts and the small tank beneath the large one was a 'waste holder' so my bladder I suppose. How the hell am I supposed to get rid of these wastes? Well, I guess when that comes up we'll cross that bridge… and fall in the pot-holes of humility in my case. I'm gonna admit one thing. The large tank kind of freaked me out. It really did.

I sat still during all of this surprisingly. The humans were close to me, so Sam reached out and set his hand against the large tank making it push in slightly. "What's this and why the hell is it squishy when its metal?"

I grunted in protest, not liking my innards touched. It's weird to have your organs touched, while you would think that there wouldn't be any nerve endings in the organs, but apparently there are actually quite a few there for transformers. I took my hand and gently removed Sam's hand from my organ.

Ratchet studied them for a moment. "I'm assuming you want it in your human terms?"

Mikaela nodded and reached a hand up to rub my helm with. "Yes please." Her hand rubbed an antenna thing and a purring sound rumbled from my open chest. What the shit? I must have had an odd look on my face because I got a laugh from both Humans. Was that another of these new instincts?

Ratchet laid his arms on the giant bed thing and rested himself on his knees so he was closer. "Well, in our terms that would be a sparkling gestational chamber. In your human terms, it would be like your female's wombs and in such, only Femme's have these."

What the fuck? He freaking touched my womb? That's so violating! My chest slammed shut and the catches slit into place again. Sam's face probably mirrored mine as he stared at his hand like it told him it would bite his 'equipment' off the next time he was in his 'happy time'. "Oh. Oh. OH. OH EW!" he squealed much like a girl and began scrubbing his hand on his pants. Yeah, and I'm just so much happier that you touched me there too you buttfuck.

Mikaela touched my antenna and I purred again. "Calm down Sam, we don't need you overreacting and scaring the little one." She left my side not moments later and dragged the dramatic Sam to the other side of the bed to a human ladder. Not much later, I heard their voices disappear into the main room. I went to go after them, but found I couldn't get myself to stand. Holy shit, I just realized that I hadn't stood the entire time I was a robot. So I did the only thing I could do. I crawled slowly.

Ratchet snatched me though, but something on the back of my neck, and set me on his hand. He toted me back out into the main room, and I took a look at a clock on the wall. It was about four in the morning. I could see Ironhide was in his vehicle mode, as were Bumblebee who had the humans sitting in his seats and Prime. Ratchet kneeled next to Prime who opened his door.

"She's updated, though there was nothing I could do for her weapons. It was too tough a code to crack. Got a couple scratches from those claws, those are gonna be nasty when she's older. Now I think it's time for the little lady here to recharge." Ratchet stated as he maneuvered my hanging body into the spacious cab once more with two fingers. His interior was transformed like it had been before on the way here, I noticed as soon as I was let down. "The humans learned the anatomy of a Femme today." He let out a deep chuckle, "Sam almost glitched when he found out the part he touched had been the gestational chamber."

Optimus's voice echoed with mirth and understanding like surround sound as I wiggled away from Ratchet and further into the middle of his transformed seats. My smooth metal body slid easily over the fabric seats as I crawled. "I see."

Ratchet left not a moment later, and then Optimus's door shut. As I settled into the seats for what I figured would be me going to bed, I had a longing for a pillow and a blanket of some type. I was getting rather cold, and it was unpleasant in a metal body that seemed to only make heat from my spark and when I moved. It wasn't that Optimus's seats weren't comfy or warm, but it was just the fact that I was used to it as a human and the part of me that isn't touching the seat gets cold. Things like that, the simple every day human things, aren't going to change overnight, and I don't think my metal arm is gonna make a good pillow.

There was a light knocking on Optimus's door, and it opened to Reveal Mikaela with a small white pillow and a folded up army print blanket. "Can I give her these? I don't know if you guys need them, but it helps us humans sleep, and usually lets children sleep better at night." Oh please, please, please let her do it!

"You may." The simple phrase made me happy. I sat up and looked to her, waiting for her to toss them up.

Mikaela climbed up and crawled across the seat to where I had plopped myself and then took a seat herself. Oh no, she was not gonna do it… was she? "I'll tuck her in, since my best guess is she has no idea what the heck these are." Oh she was! I suppose I can't make a scene though, since I'm probably not supposed to know what those are. Damn it. She guided me back down on my side so I didn't squish my door wings and gently lifted my head so that she could tuck the fluffy white pillow under my head. It felt nice- NO. No it did not. It was humiliating and makes me pissed off.

Oh who am I kidding? It reminded me of when my mother used to tuck me in as a child. I let myself relax, and my door wings sagged tiredly. Mikaela unfolded the blanket and spread it over me, it was rather large and incredibly comfortable and warm for a military issued blanket. I would know, most of the blankets I had in Iraq were rough and itchy, but kept us cool enough during heat waves and warm enough on cool nights.

Remember how I had said my Mama came from the south? Well, she also raised me to have my manners, though I hardly used them. Most of the time they were pushed to the back of my mind; but sometimes they pushed to the forefront of my mind at the most random times and made me do something to express whatever I need to. It's these sometimes that I hate it when the southern manners my Mama drilled into me come into act.

When she turned to go, I reached out and snagged her wrist. She flinched, oops I guess I grabbed too roughly, and turned to look at me. I loosened my hold, cooed apologetically and thankfully to her and nodded. Its usualy the simple things that trigger it, the things no one expects to be thanked for.

She blinked owlishly at me, and then nodded back. "You're welcome?"

I released her hand and tucked my arm back under the blanket and purred. She left afterwards. And I let my thoughts wander to the times up at the ranch as I fell asleep.