Disclaimer: All Transformers characters belong to Hasbro. Any made up characters were created by me.
Summery: (AU) Even Cybertronians sometimes think they are something they are not. On Cybertron, one Cybertronian is not what she appears to be. Actually a male spark is house in the femme bot's body. Can she/he hide the femme form away from prying male optics, and make friends/protectors of her/he secret?
"blah" – Comm. Specking
blah – thinking
The One Called Prowl
by Yami-Yugi
Chapter 7
Bumblebee and Prowl checked the usual places throughout Iacon's central citadel. They found Gadget helping Wheeljack in his lab. "Wheeljack, do you mind if we borrow Gadget for a while?" Prowl asked.
"Oh hi," smiled Gadget. "You feelin' better Bee?"
Wheeljack got to a stopping point on the device he was working on. "What's going on?"
"Can I go hang out with Bee now? Please Gramps? Please?"
Wheeljack smiled. "Alright. I know how you don't like spending time with your own father..."
"Oh, of course I do, Grandpa," she replied as she hugged him.
Wheeljack smiled. "I know... You go on." Gadget smiled and put everything she had away. She cleaned up and came over with a big smile. Bumblebee smiled back.
"Now let's find Jazz."
"I bet I know where he is," smiled Gadget.
"Oh?" Prowl asked.
"I know where he likes to hide in the Recreation Area."
"I see." Prowl said.
The three started to head to the rec room.
"I know just the spot. I've seen him there, plenty of times," Gadget smiled as they walked down the hall. "Let's see..." Gadget said as they entered the Recreation Room. She looked past all the others hanging out. She was looking in a specific corner for a specific mech. She found Jazz in the far corner on a big pillow like chair. He had a portable music device on, listening to Cybertron's latest hits. He was half hidden by a few couches pushed back there.
"There he is."
"I told ya," smiled Gadget. "It's his sanctuary." Prowl came over to where Jazz was.
"Jazz..." he said as he kneeled down in front of him. "Jazz!" he called a bit louder, tapping him on the shoulder. "JAZZ!"
"Ahhh!" he shouted in surprise as his visor lit up and he whipped out his blaster. He then saw Prowl right in front of him. "Geez Prowler! Don't DO that!" Gadget and Bumblebee could only giggle. Jazz sighed as he subspaced the audio device.
"Jazz," Prowl started "Remember the gifts."
"Oh... Right. I stored 'em in my room for safe keeping."
"Okay, lead the way." Jazz walked past them into the room and waited for them to follow him out. Prowl nods and went to follow Jazz. The small group exited the Recreation Room and went down the hall to the living quarters. Jazz punched in the code to his quarters and they went inside. "I know just where I put 'em." Prowl smiled. Jazz went into a secret drawer on his berth and withdrew the gifts. He set them on the floor. "Go ahead. They're from Prowl and I." Gadget and Bumblebee looked at them excitedly.
"Wow! The model I wanted! Thanks Prowlie!" smiled Bumblebee.
"Oh! It's so pretty! You can't find the stone its made out of hardly anywhere!" Both hardly noticed the books and the building kit as they eyed the pretty model.
"I'll be sure to put this on my safe shelf where my more priceless stuff goes." Prowl just smiled happily.
Jazz cleared his throat and handed Gadget the book. "Oh... A novel."
"Oh wow! It's by my favorite author! This is the second book in her 'Silvercloud, Young Warrior' series!"
"Who?" Gadget asked.
"Silvercloud. He's a youngling seeker that fights Decepticons. He was born from a neutral family. His father is a defected Decepticon seeker. It's great! He's trying to become an Autobot and help them save his home planet."
"I didn't take you for the superhero type, Bee," she smiled. Bumblebee smiled back. "Sounds interesting."
"Yeah! We can read it together! I'll get you up to speed on what happened in the first one," he said excitedly.
"Okay," she smiled. "Thanks Jazz."
"Welcome. We got the building kit for the both of you. We thought you might want to do it together."
"Oh yes!" Gadget smiled as she set the book aside. She picked up the big box and studied it. "Oh cool! Bumblebee! Come look at this!" Bumblebee came over to look. Gadget squealed in delight. "It's a robot building kit!"
"Like a drone?" Bumblebee asked.
"Yes and no. It would be like a drone cuz it's just an empty shell when you're done. However, it does have basic programming. It'd be more like a service bot."
"So, it runs on a power chip?"
"Yeah. Exactly."
"So, it's like the training drones at the Academy?"
"Yeah, yeah."
Bumblebee looked at the box and the instructions Gadget had gotten out. "This looks cool. I have wanted to better my construction skills so I could be more useful on the battle field."
"Yeah! Want to get started?"
"Yeah, let's. It will be a fun experiment. Let's take it to my room," smiled Bumblebee. Before they leave, Bumblebee race over and gave Prowl a hug. "Thank you Prowl, you too Jazz." he said.
"You're welcome, Bee. We knew ya'd like 'em."
"Go have fun," smiled Prowl. Bumblebee smiled back before racing off after Gadget.
In Bumblebee's room, both had everything from the building kit spread out on the floor. They were looking through the pieces and instructions. Gadget helped Bumblebee organize everything. "Huh...good thing we have supplies already. It only comes with the parts and the necessary chips. You can finish organizing everything. I'll be right back. I'm going to get my tools from my lab."
"Okay." Bumblebee said with a smile. Gadget ran off to towards her lab.
"Hey, Grandpa!" she called as she ran through Wheeljack's lab to access her own. "Just grabbing some stuff from my lab. Jazz and Prowl got us a building kit!"
"That was nice of them." Wheeljack said with a smile. She only nodded as she hurriedly punched in the code. She dashed inside and dashed back out, tool box and some cleaning supplies in hand.
"Bye Grandpa!" Wheeljack smiled again.
Gadget rushed back into Bumblebee's room and let the door close behind her. "Oh good, you've got it all organized," she smiled. She sat back down with all the supplies she had. Bumblebee smiled again. The two started work, beginning with the head and torso. Gadget worked on putting the correct chips and parts together for the processor. Bumblebee worked on getting the intricate workings of the torso together before putting on the outer plating.
"Hey, Gadget? Could you hand me that turbo wrench again?"
"Yeah, sure," she said as she set the head down and passed said tool back over. She watched him connect a few more gears before going back to placing processor parts in correct slots.
"So... What do you think we should make it do?"
"Well...we could have it help out with our duties. You know, like a service bot. What do YOU want to make it do?"
"Well... I would want it to help Prowl..." Bumblebee said.
"What, so YOU don't have to?" she joked.
"...No... Just to help him out." He laughed out loud. "If we had it help Wheeljack, we'd have to fix it every time."
"Yeah..." Gadget laughed. "But no, seriously. It's for US to use. Besides having it help with our duties, what else should it do?"
"Ooo! What about helping us train?"
"Yeah... Although I don't think it's built as tough as a training drone. It would have to be light training."
"Yeah..." agreed Bumblebee as he arc welded the torso armor on.
"We need to give it a name."
"Yeah!" Bumblebee agreed. "But what?"
"Well, let's finish working on it and then decide if it's mech or femme."
Bumblebee nodded in agreement. He held up the finished torso. "What do you think?"
"Good job. You might just catch up to me as Assistant Medic."
Bumblebee "blushed". Gadget just smiled. "It's true. You've just got to believe in yourself. You're very smart." She smiled more. "You did say you wanted this to improve your constructions skills. It is." Bumblebee just smiled and started working on an arm. Gadget smiled back at him and finished clicking the final piece into the head. "Alright, processor's ready to go. Hey, Bee? Can I have my arc welder back? I need it to get the head done."
"Yeah." said Bumblebee. He handed her the small tool. There was a knock on the door.
"I wonder who it is." Bumblebee said as he got up to answer it. Gadget didn't look up from her work. Bumblebee was surprised that Ratchet stood there.
"Oh, hi Ratchet." Gadget almost welded her finger as she stopped what she was doing in embarrassment.
"Hello, Bumblebee. Can I borrow Gadget for awhile?" Gadget clumsily gathered everything up into her tool box before standing. She found her feet interesting as she came to the door.
"...I-I...I'm sorry, teacher... I...I forgot..."
"It's okay, you're like your Grandfather at times." Ratchet said with a smile. She slowly looked him in the optic and tried to swallow her embarrassment.
"W-We can...finish later. I-if you want, you can put together most of it. If you need something, ask Grandpa."
Bumblebee nodded. "Bye, Gadget. I'll finish what I can." She only nodded as Ratchet led her away.
"What were you working on?" Ratchet asked as he turned to his apprentice.
"A gift Prowl and Jazz gave us."
"Oh?"
She nodded shyly. "It's a building kit. We're building a service bot."
"I see." Ratchet said with a smile.
"You should do very well."
"...Y-you think so?"
"Of course. I'm sure Bumblebee's enjoying it as well. He could learn a lot from it." Gadget nodded. She sighed as the Medical Bay doors opened. She was expecting it to be empty as it always for their lessons. She had worked on spare parts and done regular check ups up until now. She DIDN'T expect Wheeljack to be waiting there on a berth for her.
"Grandpa!" Wheeljack smiled and "waved" with one arm. Gadget sighed and lowered her head. "What happened this time?"
"I calculated wrong and the new missile launcher I was working on backfired," he said with a smile.
Gadget couldn't help but smile too. "Grandpa, I love you, but you need to be just a bit more careful. Next time you might lose more than your arm. I don't want to lose you, especially to something as simple as one of your experiments." He just smiled at her.
"I thought I was being careful." She sighed happily.
"Okay, Ratchet. What am I helping with?"
He just smiled knowingly. "You're not helping me."
"O-Of course I am," she said. "Aren't I?"
"I want you to handle this all by yourself."
Her optics grew wide. "Wh-what...?"
"You're beyond maintenance checks and tinkering with spare parts. I believe you're ready for the real thing."
"...I...I couldn't possibly..."
"I trust his judgment, Gadget," Wheeljack smiled. "I know you can do it. She stared between the two of them for awhile. Both just smiled encouragingly at her. She took a deep intake and calmed herself. The first thing she did was run a full scan on Wheeljack to make sure there were no further injuries.
"Okay..." she sighed. "Nothing else wrong. Your arm took the worst of it." She took another deep intake and tried to focus, ignoring the two other mechs in the room. It was different with your teacher hovering over you and someone you knew being the one on the table. She studied the socket where Wheeljack's right arm should be. She made a full assessment of the damage and opened a panel on his side. She immediately disabled the sparking junction and started working on it. She took several deep intakes as she worked, trying to remain focused on the work and not who she was working on. She tried to calm shaking digits as checked her work. She moved away from him with a satisfied nod. As she went over to his sparking, lifeless arm to start fixing it, Ratchet checked over her work. He smiled and watched as she worked on fixing his arm. Several connections had been hit and a lot of the armor on the arm needed replacing. She had removed a lot of the armor to reach the connections underneath.
She repaired torn lines and connections and replaced a few that couldn't be fixed. She walked away and went into the supply closet for spare parts. She took out a few mangled lines and replaced them with new ones. She checked the connections and worked on minor damages as well as hooking everything up. "…Stupid energon line…come on…" she said as she tried to connect a particularly stubborn line. "Come on…"
"E-Excuse me have you seen…oh… There you are Wheeljack," said Bumblebee as he came in. "Hi, Gadget."
"Gagh!" she cried as the line snapped and her fingers got caught. "BEE!" she said all flustered and embarrassed.
"I…I'll…I'll just leave then."
"It's alright, Bee. What did you need?"
"Well, Gadget and I are building a service bot from a building we got from-…"
"Oh, so I heard," he smiled.
"I…need to borrow some tools. Gadget took hers to uh…"
"My lab should be open. Be careful, an experiment back fired in there. I haven't had a chance to clean up yet," he smiled sheepishly.
"Thanks… S-sorry Gadget…" he said as he left. She just growled as she tried to repair the line and get her fingers out.
"Let me help," Ratchet said he came over.
"I-I… I can do it…" she said as she tried to get her fingers out. They were starting to hurt now. Her embarrassment kept her from full concentration.
"Gadget, let me help."
"I…I can do it… I've…got it…" He put his hands on hers.
"Just relax and hold still." She cleared her throat nervously and looked away at the wall. "You're doing fine, nothing to be embarrassed about."
"I-I…I know…it's just…"
"There's nothing wrong with being a bit shy and embarrassed in front of friends. I was similar when I first started at the academy."
"…O-Oh…?"
He only smiled. "There we go," he said as he took her hands in his. He looked them over. "A few surface scratches and small tears. You'll be fine."
"I…I guess I'll never be a great medic, let alone a great assistant…" she said as she looked at the floor. Ratchet walked away for a moment and then came back with a container of solution. He poured the solution over Gadget's hands.
"That should help."
"...Thanks..." He smiled as she started working on Wheeljack's arm again.
"You're doing fine." Ratchet said. She just nodded and continued work. She checked over all the connections before finishing up. She reached into the spare parts box and took out some good pieces of armor. She started welding the pieces onto the arm. Ratchet watched her some more. She cleared her throat a bit, totally relaxing and focusing on the work. She made sure the panels matched up smoothly. She smoothed over the rough welding spots with a sanding block, being careful not to rub too hard.
After she finished the arm, she put her tools away. She took the box of supplies and went back into the supply cabinet. She put the supplies away and took some paint. She brought the paint back over to Wheeljack's arm. She started painting the armor with the correct colors. "See you're doing great."
"Thank you," she said as she finished the coats of paint.
"Okay, Grandpa," she said as she cleaned up the paint and her hands. "Once the coat dries I'll put it back on."
"While we're waiting, I have something else for you to do."
"Oh?"
"The supply closet needs organized and a lot of the solutions and treatments need refilled." She looked crestfallen. Back to scrub jobs already? "You've memorized chemicals and solutions through books long enough."
She perked up. "So you're actually trusting me to know the right doses, consistencies, and formulas? Wow! I'll get right on it!" she said as she happily went back into the supply closet. Ratchet smiled.
Wheeljack smiled at him. "You're really putting a lot of faith in her lately."
"She needs it herself, Wheeljack."
"That's true," he smiled. "She does remind me of you sometimes. You used to struggle in the Academy. If you hadn't partied so much, you might have done better."
Ratchet laughed. "Yes, I suppose so." Wheeljack smiled. Gadget happily worked in the storage closet, organizing, labeling, and mixing.
Gadget came out of the supply closet. "Ratchet sir, do want to organize by contents or by the type of treatment?"
"Organize it by treatment."
"Oh, okay. What about the spare parts? Should I organize by size or level of importance."
"Level of importance. Start from small, minor parts to bigger major parts."
"Okay," she smiled as she went back in.
"She will make a good medic someday." Wheeljack said.
Ratchet smiled. "If she doesn't want to become an inventor and engineer like you."
Wheeljack laughed. "Hmm, maybe..."
"Whatever she chooses, she'll do well. She's very smart and dedicated. She has a good spark as well."
"Yes," smiled Wheeljack. "...It's... It's a shame her father was a Decepticon that left her for dead."
"Yeah..." Ratchet started. Just like Prowl and Bumblebee...
"Teacher? I think I'm done."
"That was quicker than I thought," Ratchet said as he came over. He came inside with her and looked everything over. "Nice job, Gadget."
"Really?" Gadget said happily.
"Really," he smiled. "You're coming along quite well." She smiled.
"Oh! Grandpa's arm," she said as she walked quickly past Ratchet. She went over to the finished arm and checked the paint. "Good, it's dry." She came over to Wheeljack with her tools. "Okay, Grandpa. Let's get you back in perfect shape." She carefully reattached his arm and enabled the pain receptors and connections. She checked over her work. "Move it around for me, Grandpa." He flexed his hand and turned his arm around several times.
"Great job," he smiled at his adoptive daughter.
Gadget smiled proudly. "That's all for today's lessons. You can go back to your project with Bumblebee." Gadget smiled again. She took her tool box of tools and raced back to Bumblebee's room.
Once in Bumblebee's room, she smiled. "So, you managed without me."
"Not really. I'm pretty sure some of the connections are off. I didn't want to put the head on and start it up until you got here." She smiled and sat down next to him. She checked over his work. "Good job, Bee!" she smiled. "You did very well on your own." She checked the interior workings. "Well, a few lines are crossed and in the wrong place, but for the most part things look great. Let's finish it." Bumblebee smiled and worked on the outer armor as Gadget repaired the connections.
"Alright, Gadget. It's ready to go. Now it only needs a name."
"Hmm... Slim frame, different chest build... It's definitely a femme."
"What should we call her?" Bumblebee asked.
"Hmm..." Gadget thought. "Well... Let's make a list from the names of the drones at the Academy... That will help."
"There was Master Dee, one of our fighting teachers."
"Yeah, and Mrs. Know, our history teacher," added Bumblebee.
"Yeah, all play on words though. Maybe we can make a name based on letter abbreviations," said Gadget. "Hmm, she's a femme, service robot... F, S, R...Hmmm..."
"Hmmm."
"S E, F E, R O... F E...Huh..."
"Hmmm... This is harder than I thought. Wouldn't it be easier to just give her a real name, even if she's artificial intelligence?"
"...Yeah... We can do both! What about the name Safire, spelled S. A. F. I. R. E. Serving and Assisting Fighting Intelligent Robotic Entity?"
"I like it." Bumblebee said with a smile.
"Okay then, let's start her up."
"Right."
Gadget looked at the instructions and searched the service bot for a start up system. "Okay, found it. There's a panel on the back." She pressed a blue button that was under a charging port. The two watched, waiting for the bot to move. The completely silver frame started to twitch. Purple, almond optics opened.
"She works." Bumblebee said happily.
"Alright! We did it!"
The silver female slowly sat up. "Wh-what is my designation and purpose?" she asked as blinked at the two sentient beings before her. Her voice was more computer sounding than life like.
"Your name is Safire." Bumblebee said happily.
"And your purpose is to help us out. You're going to help us train both in fighting and learning. You'll also help us with duties if we need the help. We're your...owners...friends..."
"I am Safire. You two are friends?"
"Yep, I'm Bumblebee."
"My name is Gadget."
"Bumblebee, Gadget... What is my first task?" The two looked at each other.
"Well, let's get you cleaned up first. A proper first bath."
"Right. The wash racks should work."
"She'll be fine. The instructions encourage regular bathing."
"Yeah I guess you're right." Bumblebee said with a smile. Gadget smiled and extended her hand to Safire. Purple almond optics blinked and reached up for the hand. She smiled. Gadget smiled back at her. Bumblebee cleaned everything up and set Gadget's tool box with her tools aside. He followed her out of his room and they headed to the wash racks.
As the two younglings walked down the hall, a few Autobots stared at the small femme walking with them. Many were curious to know where the femme came from. Two of the Autobots walking by were Prowl and Jazz. "Finished already I see." Prowl said with a smile.
"Yeah," smiled Bumblebee. "I had a lot of help from Gadget."
"Ya both did great," smiled Jazz. "I know ya learned a lot of good skills, Bee." Jazz bowed slightly to the silver service bot. "Hello little lady. What's your name?"
"My designation is Safire."
"It's an acronym," smiled Gadget. "It's stands for Serving and Assisting Fighting Intelligent Robotic Entity."
"You two did a good job." Prowl said with a smile.
"Thanks," smiled Bumblebee.
"We'll leave ya to it," smiled Jazz. "Nice to meet you, Safire."
"Thank you," Safire bowed. Prowl smiled and patted Bumblebee on the head before he and Jazz left.
Gadget smiled. "That is Prowl and Jazz, Safire. The one who said hello to you was Jazz."
"Prowl's been my protector since I was a sparkling." Bumblebee said.
"Ah, so I see," said Safire. "He seems very nice."
"He is," smiled Bumblebee as they walked into the wash racks. Gadget smiled as they walked through the stations until they found one of the smaller ones. They didn't know to Autobots were watching them. Gadget led Safire under the warm flow. She stood back a little and let her get used to the water.
"Hey bro, check out what the younglings have."
"Huh?" Sunstreaker replied as he stopped washing to look. "That's not a sparkling... It's not a femme either, I get no life signs from it."
"I think it's one of those service droids."
"It is," said Sunstreaker. "I recognize the small frame and the neutral colored eyes. It has no color on its armor either."
"So...how do you think they got one?"
"Hmm, we could ask. There's only one of two ways to get one." Gadget and Bumblebee were helping Safire wash herself under the cleaning fluid.
"I like this 'bath'. How often will I be required to have one?"
"As often as you'd like," smiled Gadget.
"Hey you two, where'd you get the droid?" Sideswipe said as he pecked into the wash rack.
"She may be a service bot, but she has a name," defended Bumblebee.
"Yeah. Why do you want to know how we got her?"
"Me and my brother were just curious is all."
"Oh... We built her," smiled Bumblebee.
Safire stopped and blinked up at Sideswipe. "My designation is Safire, what is yours?"
Sideswipe smirked. "I'm Sideswipe, and this is my twin bro, Sunny."
"That's Sunstreaker."
"Nice to make your acquaintance," she bowed.
"Be careful around those two," warned Gadget. "They can be trouble. You just worry about what we tell you."
"Trouble? Us?" Sideswipe said.
"Sometimes," said Bumblebee with a look.
"Alright, I admit," said Sideswipe.
"You two built it?"
"HER," stressed Bumblebee.
"Right. Nice job. That's some good craftsmanship."
"Well we got to go." Sideswipe said with a smile.
"Goodbye," said Gadget.
"Bye," said Bumblebee. The twins waved as they left towards the drying racks. Gadget switched the water flow to warm water. Safire got under the flow and enjoyed the rinse. She shivered a bit.
"I did not like the way the yellow one looked at me."
"Don't worry about him," Gadget said as she put a hand on her shoulder.
"Sometimes I can't tell if it's Sunstreaker or Sideswipe who's the master mind behind their pranks."
"Prowl always tell me not to trust either of them." Bumblebee said.
Gadget nodded. "All done, Safire?"
"If you require me to be."
"Take all the time you want," smiled Bumblebee.
"Then...maybe just a little longer?"
"Sure," Gadget smiled.
"You know, we should show Ratchet and Wheeljack. You haven't shown your protector yet."
"You're right." Gadget said with a smile.
"I'm done now."
"Alright," smiled Bumblebee as he turned off the flow.
"Well, let's get you dry and show you off to two more friends," Gadget smiled.
"Are those twins your friends?"
"Yes, but we get along with Sideswipe, the silver one more than we do Sunstreaker." Safire nodded. "Come on," Gadget said as she led Safire over to the drying racks. She took a towel and started rubbing her dry. Bumblebee took another one and helped.
"What is my task after meeting more friends?"
"Hmm...well, since you're all clean, it wouldn't do to practice fighting."
"Right, Bee. How about quizzing us on our studies?"
"Sounds like a plan."
"Alright," said Safire. Gadget and Bumblebee smiled and led her down the hall to Medical Bay. Ratchet was straightening up when they came in.
"Teacher, we've someone to show you."
"Oh? Who is it?"
"Come on, don't be shy," Gadget smiled as she gently pulled Safire forward.
"We've finished the service bot."
Ratchet smiled. "You two did an excellent job." he said.
Thank you," Gadget said.
"We haven't really started using her yet," said Bumblebee.
"I see but you two still did a good job." Ratchet said as he came over "What's your name little one?"
"My designation is Safire," she said as she did a slight bow.
Ratchet smiled. "So polite."
"It might just be in her service programming," said Gadget. "Have you seen Grandpa?"
"I'm pretty sure he went back to his lab after you fixed his arm."
"Okay. C'mon, Safire, Bee."
"Okay, bye Ratchet." Bumblebee said.
"Goodbye, take care of yourselves." Gadget happily led the two to Wheeljack's lab. Wheeljack was at that moment cleaning up the mess that was made from his failed experiment.
"Hey Grandpa! We finished her!"
"Her? Her who? Oh!" he smiled as he noticed Safire. He rushed over to take a better look.
He took one her hands into his. "My, you've got a strong build little one," he smiled.
He eyed her and looked her over eagerly. "Well done, Gadget. You've done well too, Bumblebee." He let go of Safire's hand. "What's your name?"
"S-Safire... Could...could you please not look at me like that? You're looking at me like Sunstreaker..." Wheeljack stepped back and looked at her more kindly.
"I'm sorry, little one."
"Her name's an acronym. It stands for Serving and Assisting Fighting Intelligent Robotic Entity," smiled Gadget.
"Don't worry about Wheeljack." Bumblebee said "He can get excited at times but he's a nice old bot." Safire nodded, relaxing.
Wheeljack pat the bot on the head. "I'm looking forward to seeing you around. My daughter and Bumblebee will take good care of you."
Safire nodded. "Come on, let's go study now," said Gadget. Bumblebee nodded and the three of them left to go study.
Later in the evening, Gadget and Bumblebee were fighting to stay awake as they studied. "I guess we should stop for today." Bumblebee said with a yawn.
"Y-Yeah..." she yawned. "One last question. Lubricant, hydro peroxide, and two drops of nitric acid create a cleansing solution for deep wounds."
"...Correct..." Safire replied sleepily.
"I guess you're tried too."
"Yes...I...re-require...rest..."
"Well, it's off to bed for all of us," smiled Bumblebee.
"Which room should we give her? Mine or yours?" Gadget asked.
"How about yours?" Bumblebee said.
"Alright. Sounds good to me. I can make some space. You're sleeping with me, Safire."
"Very well. Goodnight, Bumblebee," she said with a slight bow.
"Goodnight, Safire. See you tomorrow."
"Goodnight, Bee," smiled Gadget as she turned to leave. Safire came over to her. "Oh, Bee? If you ever get lonely, Safire can come bunk with you."
"...Thanks, Gadge...but I should be alright..." She smiled and led Safire away.
"You'll love my room."
"Will it by my permanent quarters?"
"Well...yeah... I can easily make space for you. You have to sleep somewhere. I can't just lock you in a storage closet or something."
Safire nodded. "That's kind of you." Gadget just smiled as she led her down the hall.
Gadget stopped in front of her door and punched in the security code. Safire looked away as she did so. "Safire?"
"Your door code is security sensitive information."
"It's alright. I actually want you to learn the codes to our rooms. You might need to get in when either Bee or I aren't around. You won't have orders all the time."
"Okay."
Gadget smiled and rubbed her smooth head. "Come on," she said as she led her inside. She went over to the berth and waited for Safire to come over.
Safire walked over. "I am sharing the same berth with you?"
"Yeah, it's alright. I'll try and get you you're own tomorrow."
"Okay."
"Come on up here," Gadget said as she hopped up onto her berth. Safire came up and tried to climb up. Gadget helped her up.
"I require a power source while I rest."
"Oh, alright. Stay put." Gadget got off the berth and went over to a storage cabinet. She took a few cords out and then put all but one away. She came back over to the berth. She put one end of the cord into a port on the berth. Then, she got back up on the berth. "This should work," she said. Safire turned around. Gadget felt for the panel again and opened it. She put the other end of the cord into the port under the activation button. "There you go. Now just get some rest," she smiled as she laid down. Safire laid down beside her and slowly closed her optics. Gadget smiled at her before going to sleep too.
