It's bisexual day! And exactly a year since I discovered and came out as bi. Also, lovely Charlese is bi as well

Anyway, POV change!

Chapter 11

It was late at night when I heard a cry, waking me from my half dazed state. I hadn't been recharging yet, as I've been a little restless lately.

I glanced over Talon's offline form to see Ratchet gently holding a fussy Sterling, carrying her up to his chestplates.

She was small and squishy. Being our adopted carrier's sparkling, of course she'd be partly human. We hadn't seen much of her or her daughter, since we were always stashed away in the med bay.

Ratchet had taken Sterling from her creators after a certain argument concerning energon. It happened two days ago when he noted that they hadn't fed her anything besides an energon cube for a full week.

She's been with us ever since, and he's done a wonderful job taking care of all three of us. Especially since he had to deal with three angry creators as well.

While it was their choice to wean her, he felt that it was too soon. And it definitely put a strain on everyone.

Talon and I never had sparkling energon, or at least, don't recall having any. We drank from cubes, so we didn't understand why Sterling had such a problem with it. But then again, we didn't know what it was like to feed from a sparkling energon line.

Once she was feeding, she fell quiet. Ratchet slumped against the wall, offlining his optics. Did it feel good to him? Was she enjoying his energon?

I always had these questions hovering around my processor whenever I saw him feeding her.

Frowning, I sat myself up and lightly clicked up at Ratchet, who had become a primary caretaker of a sort. His optics onlined and looked down at me, clicking back as an automatic response.

A deep rumble started in his chestplates, and I crawled towards him. By now, Talon had been stirred awake but the sound of Ratchet's engine.

I hauled myself up to rest against his stomach, his free servo coming down to gently caress my helm with a digit.

It was only in private that he was soft, instead of the harsh medic everyone else saw. Maybe this is why he constantly raised sparklings, as he's stated he's done so many times before.

He was the sire of the Autobots, in my optics. Being the oldest, the medic, possibly the most experienced with anything, he'd totally be the one to keep the rest in check.

I loved seeing him give out orders, he was a strong mech that may have been seen as the weak medic sometimes. And although he's not the leader of the Autobots, he sure does behave like one. Which, in a way he was. He was the boss of the med bay and could pull rank if he wanted.

He held the respect of everyone, and even though they'd tease him a lot, they still listened to him. Because he knew best.

Sometimes I wish I had a bond with him. But he had never offered such a thing, and I know he hadn't to anyone else either.

Nudging his stomach plating, I curled against it. Talon had joined me.

Us two were never separated. We were like twins, always together. We didn't have a bond, nor were we actually related. But he loved me as I loved him, as siblings.

"Wildstrike," Ratchet called, keeping his voice low. He felt me shifting around below. I did that a lot when I was thinking too much. His digit came down to calm me, "Recharge, darling."

Stealing one glance at him, I saw his faceplates above the servo that was cupped against his open chestplates. Sterling was still feeding, but made not a sound.

She was a good sparkling. Although she was younger than us and didn't understand a lot, she was still a good friend. She's very fun to be around, always had a smile on her face.

I haven't seen her this past week that much, but whenever I did, she seemed a little tense. Like she was recently upset, tried to smile or didn't at all.

I felt bad for her. She wasn't all that old, and was facing hardships between her family all of the sudden.

We were all young, but Talon and I were the oldest. Not yet to the point where we acted mature, but almost. We were just making it out of our hatchling years, which I guess is the Cybertronian equivalent of a human baby and toddler.

It's odd growing up in a world of mixed species, but I also don't know what it'd be like otherwise. I barely remember where I was before this, before Talon and I were found in those dusty barrels some years ago.

I don't know where our original caretakers went, or if they even were our caretakers. But I'm sure they weren't good enough to raise us. Besides, we're happy here.

Humans and Cybertronians used to live in peace, and we still do, but there seems to be other humans that are threatening our base. I don't know how or why, I've only heard a few words from Optimus and Ratchet's conversations.

Maybe this was why Sterling was having trouble?

But it just didn't make sense to me. What were the other humans doing? Why were they unhappy with how we are?

Talon squeaked at me when he slipped a little, I was hogging up the space on Ratchet's thigh. Once he picked himself up, I scooted over and pulled him close. We usually fell into recharge tangled up in each other's limbs. It was always funny to try to detach from one another when we onlined.

Sighing, I offlined my optics and snuggled closer to Talon and Ratchet.

June 3, 2018, 11:38 pm