Yet another one shot for my friend. This was a Christmas gift from last year
Psyche sat on top of the silo, staring up at the night sky. It was something she liked to do since leaving the army base. Especially since it wasn't very often they'd let her go outside. Of course the soldiers never truly forced her to stay inside but they often expressed it was for her own safety that she did so. It had something to do with keeping her hidden from the Decepticons but she suspected part of the reason was so she didn't accidently step on someone. Not that she ever would even if she could; considering that humans came to the height of her knee.
Either way that didn't stop her from sneaking out every now and then. She'd do it late at night when her armor helped her blend into the dark. That made it easier to sneak off base without being seen by any of the soldiers that stayed late. From there the femme would zoom down the road, enjoying the wind on her armor and the pavement under her tires. She'd never travel too far from the base, though; maybe a few miles at the most. She did once get close to a unknown town but had to turn back to avoid being discovered missing.
Once Psyche joined the Autobots she didn't need to sneak out nearly as much. While there were still rules she needed to follow she was allowed to leave the base pretty much whenever she wanted to. The only conditions were that she remained in vehicle form when she did so, report back to base when told and not race amongst the humans. For the most part Psyche followed those rules but, being as young and inquisitive as she was, sometime broke the last rule. It was actually how she first met the Decepticon Knock Out.
Rules put aside the femme was enjoying her life with the Autobots. She befriended and got along with each member, including the human children. She especially enjoyed hanging around Bumblebee, who she considered one of her best friends. Since they were around the same age and maturity level he was one of the easiest to get along with. The two of them did a lot of fun things together; one of which was Psyching teaching him how to dance. Bumblebee would also often covered for her when he found out she'd been racing; if not joining her every now and then. It was no secret that the scout had a crush on her.
"Psyche? What are you doing up here?" A familiar voice suddenly asked from behind her. Blinking in surprise Psyche spun around to see Ratchet standing a few feet behind her.
"Oh, hi Ratchet. I'm just looking at the stars; they're beautiful tonight." The femme answered with a innocent, closed mouth smile. She tried to hide the surprise in her voice at seeing the orange Autobot, as it wasn't often he left the silo.
The much older Cybertronain blinked at the response and glanced up at the sky. To him stars were nothing special. Sure they might be pretty but they were no different from the stars he'd see back on Cybertron. They were the same no matter where someone went; large balls of firey gas floating in the sky, lightyears away. Although, he would admit he missed seeing the constellations that made up the Cybertronain sky. That was the only difference between Earth stars and Cybertronain.
"I see." He responded slowly with a small nod. Thought he didn't share Psyche's admiration he wasn't going to admit that and risk ruining her good mood.
The purple femme giggled softly and her innocent smile changed to more of a affectionate one. Out of all the Autobots Psyche would probably say she was closest to Ratchet. Despite his typically grumpy nature he was very kind and sweet at spark. Sure he could be rather strict when it came to his medical advice but what doctor wasn't? In the end he cared very deeply for his friends and wanted the best for them. He was even teaching her basic medicine and medical procedures.
"Did you need me for something?" She asked as she pulled herself to her peds. Since it was rare that the medic left the silo she only assumed that was the reason he was there. Then again, he did sound rather surprised to find her up there as well.
"Actually, I came up here to get some peace and quiet. I didn't know you were up here as well." The medic admitted. Feeling somewhat surprised by the response Psyche's smile dropped and she blinked at the older Cybertronain.
"Oh, do you want me to leave then?" She asked and steeped forwards. Ratchet held out a servo to stop her and shook his head.
"No no, you can stay. I don't mind your company; I just need to get away from Miko's chatter for a while." He said and lowered his servo back to his side. As he did so he walked forwards until he reached the edge of the silo and stood next to Psyche.
The femme smiled, happy that Ratchet wasn't going to shoe her away. It didn't surprise her to learn that Miko was the reason he had come outside either. The Japanese teen was normally cause of Ratchet's bad moods. Well, either her or Bulkhead when he absentmindedly broke one of the medic's tools. Although, on the other hand, it also caught her off guard considering how late it was.
"Miko's still here? I thought Bulkhead would have taken her home hours ago." The purple motorcycle said and glanced up to the moon. It had to be at least twelve-thirty by now.
"Sadly no. She talked her way into staying the night." Ratchet responded with a scoff and shivered in his armor. Psyche noticed this and a large smile stretched across her face.
"Oh come on, Miko isn't that bad." She teased, letting out another giggle. The medic frowned and rolled his optics as he let out another scoff.
"Oh please; she's almost as bad as a scraplet!"
Psyche sighed and her smile dropped as she shook her head. She knew that Ratchet didn't like Miko and she could understand why; though she herself didn't mind the human. Still, comparing her to a scraplet of all things seemed like a bit much; even if she knew he was only exaggerating. Sure the girl could be annoying at times but at least she wasn't deadly.
"What did she do this time?" The purple bot asked and placed a fist on her hip. With a sigh of his own the medic closed his optics for a second and, when he opened them again, looked up star lit sky.
"The usual among other things." He answered and let his arms drop back to his sides. "For the most part she kept going on about something called Christmas."
"It's almost Christmas?!" Psyche shouted, making the older bot jump in surprise. He turned to look at her and saw her optics light up as bright as the stars in the sky.
Back when she lived on the human base Psyche heard all about human holidays. One of her favorites had been Christmas. Although she herself wasn't human Fowler had taught her all about the religious holiday and she loved the idea behind it. She especially liked the idea of friends and family coming together, as someone who couldn't remember her past. Sadly, while the soldiers allowed her to decorate the hanger she lived in, the femme never truly got to celebrate the holiday. Now that she was with the Autobots that could change.
"What's so great about this Christmas thing anyways?" The orange bot asked once he recovered from Psyche's unexpected joy. Turning to face him the purple motorcycle flashed a smile just as bright as her optics.
"A lot of things! Its a wonderful holiday meant to be spent with family and friends. There are songs, movies, decorations, food, a Christmastree, singing, presents and so much more! Best of all it all revolves around a human religion that the son of a god was born about two thousand years ago. Or at least that is what I had been taught." She explained as she practically bounced in place. She bother to go into too much detail about the religious part since she was sure Ratchet wouldn't understand.
In a sense she wasn't wrong; Ratchet knew little to absolutely nothing about human religion. Although to be fair, out of all the Autobots, he was the least interested in human cutler. There were still things that could interest him, such as helping the children with their science projects, but otherwise there wasn't much that he cared to know about. Of course he'd still listen when Psyche or Rafael would tell him things but, in this case he blinked a couple of times and then huffed.
"Hmph, sounds like one big processorach to me." He said with a wave of his servo. While the family and friends part did interest him the rest sounded like nothing but trouble.
"Ah, come on Ratchet; Christmas is fun! There are so many different things to do, including this." Psyche trails off with a grin. Without warning, and to the confusion of Ratchet, she began to walk forwards. She continued to do so until her chest was almost touching his.
"Psyche, what are you..."
The Autobot was suddenly cut off as Psyche's lips gently touch the side of his faceplate. His optics widen and his body stiffens. Best of all a rush of energon heats up his faceplate, giving it a light blue glow. With a giggle Psyche pulled away from the baffled medic and took a couple steps back to give him some space.
"Normally you do that when mistletoe hangs above your head but unfortunately I don't have any. I just thought I'd give you a little preview of what can happy." The femme explains with a innocent smile as she places her servos behind her back. Ratchet blinked a couple more times as he tried to push down his blush and find his words.
"Erm, um, yes, well... perhaps this Christmas thing won't be as bad as I first thought." The medic finally managed to say and gave Psyche a sheepish smile. Psyche giggled again and took another step back before returning her optics to the sky.
"Good, because Christmas is best spent with those you care about and I'm looking forwards to my first Christmas with the Autobots." She chirped and released a soft sigh. "The stars really are beautiful tonight."
"Yes, yes they are." Ratchet agreed. Although if Psyche were to look over she would have seen that the orange bot wasn't looking at the stars but at her; a soft, semi still embarrassed smile on his faceplate.
