Happy Day Before St. Patty's Day! :D


Sophie didn't like it when people got angry. It reminded her of Joseph, and all of the mean things he had done. It scared her when people got angry, and she always felt like they were going to hurt her. Fowler was extremely angry right now as Ratchet held her, determination in his optics. He was yelling things none of them could understand, growling and snarling at Ratchet. But she felt the medics complete and utter calmness, and his optics flicked towards her for a moment, softening for just a second, right before he looked back at Fowler. She felt him send waves of comfort, though she didn't know how he did it. Maybe he was a magician as well as a doctor. That would be pretty cool.

Fowler stopped for a moment, breathing in and out like an angry bull. His face was pitch red, his nostrils flared angrily, and his eyes had little red veins showing from the sides. He looked like a monster in general, at least to Sophie he did. If only he had two horns and fangs, then she would be peeing her pants. Ratchet had her tightly to his chest, ignoring the strange looks of his fellow Autobots. They had no idea what was going on, had no way to respond to what Ratchet was doing. Yes, they protected their charges, and cared for them deeply, but not like this. Optimus was the only one not raging angry, or completely dumbfounded. The large red and blue mech stood beside Ratchet, looking down at the Human.

Fowler banged his fist against the railing, making an unpleasant noise. "Ratchet, I know you guys are protective of the kids that know about you...but this is just..." Fowler didn't even have words to describe what he was feeling. "If this is how it's going to be, then I will force you to give her up." Ratchets optics narrowed at the man. "And I won't take no for an answer. You 'Bots have done a lot, most of those things that could have, and almost lost me my job. Letting civilians find out about your existence, on your last chase with the 'Cons, you two," He pointed towards Bulkhead and Bumblebee. "Almost squished to cars, and worst of all, letting them get their hands on the Liberty Bell." The four Autobots cocked their heads to the side, all except for Ratchet, whose optics widened.

He'd forgotten to tell Optimus about that. His leader looked to Ratchet, then at Fowler. "Special Agent Fowler, when exactly did they steal this Liberty Bell?" Optimus questioned. Fowler looked towards him, then snapped his head towards Ratchet, glaring at the red and white mech.

"About a week ago. Didn't he tell you?" Everyone looked to Ratchet in surprise, but the mech ignored them, though his head went low. "I guess not. Those 'Cons stole the Liberty Bell. And in case you 'Bots didn't know, that's extremely hard to cover up from the public eye. People have been getting suspicious, and several people have reported seeing giant robots come in the night and steal the giant chunk of metal." Fowler explained, though he kept glaring at Ratchet. "Whatever those 'Cons are doing, it must be big. Just recently, they've stolen several pieces of the Eiffel Tower, which is already trying to be rebuilt." Fowler snapped. All the Autobots looked to eachother. What were the Decepticons up to? And why were they stealing so much metal?

Ratchet knew this was bad, he could feel it in his bones, suspicions crawling under his skin. Sophie seemed to feel it as well, and huddled herself against Ratchet, looking to Fowler. Did she even understand what was going on? Maybe. She was a smart one, Ratchet had to give her that. Looking back up to Fowler, he saw Optimus walk towards the metal platform, and place a servo on the railing. "Agent Fowler, I did not know of this information, but now that I do, our monitors for Decepticon activity will be on daily, and I will send out more frequent patrols to make sure our scanners are correct." Optimus said, voice and optics troubled by the sudden news.

Fowler crossed his arms over his chest. "Fine. Just make sure you figure out what their up to Prime." Fowlers head snapped back towards Ratchet. "But that's not I'm here to talk about, is it?" Fowler walked away from Optimus, and as close to Ratchet as he could. "No one will allow this. I certainly won't, that's for sure. It just isn't right. I mean, one of you? Raising a Human?" Fowler shook his head, and looked to Ratchet with disgust. "It's not natural. If the government hears about this..." Fowler shook his head once more. "They've given you enough rights so far. And adopting a kid is not one of those rights. Besides, there's a bunch of legal things to go through-"

"But legally, we don't exist." Arcee pointed out. It was true, legally, they didn't exist to the world, to mostly all the Humans on Earth. Ratchet smirked as Fowler grinded his teeth.

"But she does exist. And what will happen when I get a hold of the parents who want to adopt her, huh? Oh sorry, the kid you're looking for has already been adopted by a GIANT ALIEN ROBOT!" Ratchet rolled his optics. "This isn't going to work out. Now hand her over now or-"

Ratchet stepped forward. "Fowler, what if I decided I did not want to adopt her, then would she be able to stay longer?" All jaws dropped at Ratchet. First, he had announced that he loved Sophie like his own sparkling, and now he was deciding he didn't want to keep her? Well, it did make some sense, if they thought about it. If Ratchet suddenly decided he'd rather not adopt her, Fowler would back off, and go off to try to find some Foster parents for her. Sophie would get to stay here longer, and Fowler would go away. They were all stuck on the, 'Fowler would go away'. How nice a thought that was. Fowler looked at the mech, and nodded slowly. "Then, I have decided I will not adopt her. Is that alright with you and your Human government?" Ratchet asked, tone sharp.

Fowler huffed, but nodded again. "I guess...but if this some kind of weird trick or something I'll-!"

Optimus stood tall. "Agent Fowler, there is no trick, scheme, or plot behind Ratchets actions. He simply wished to have more time with the youngling." He spoke for Ratchet, and the medic nodded towards his leader gratefully. "Now, Agent Fowler, it is late. It's been a very long day, and we all need some rest." The red and blue mech saw the large purple bags under the man's eyes, and knew this was an offer his Human body could not resist. Fowler grumbled something under his breath, but nodded, slinking out of the room gloomily. Ratchet simply grunted towards him as Fowler left for the elevator, finally going away.

Everyone was silent when the Human was gone. The three Autobots looked at eachother, looked at Optimus, then looked at Ratchet. All of them had a dumbfounded look on their faces, eyes seemingly bulging out of their heads, mouths wide open, just looking at their medic as he held Sophie close to him, even though Fowler was gone. Ratchet snorted towards them all. "What are you three looking at?" He growled. The three barely even flinched. "You better look away, or I'll make sure your faces will stay that way for several eons." The three immediately closed their mouths, and looked away from him, afraid that he would might do that exact thing.

Ratchet looked at them through narrowed eyes. He looked to Optimus with a small nod, and walked into the hallway. He walked into his room, clicked a few buttons on the door, causing it to slide closed, and make a small snap to show it was locked. He didn't want the others to creep into his room, and didn't want them to see anything he didn't want them too. Sighing, Ratchet set himself down on the edge of his berth, and finally put Sophie down on his knee. He put his head in his hands, shaking his head. "I don't know what to do anymore..." He muttered. He had literally given up the happiness he had longed for. He had said that he didn't want to adopt, which was the biggest, fattest lie in the world.

Sophie looked at Ratchet, eyebrows furrowing. What was wrong with him? Why was he so sad? Did she do something wrong? She only wanted to make him happy, mostly because he didn't seem so happy most of the time. She wished she could make Fowler happy, he never seemed to be happy when she saw him. He was always angry and annoyed, sometimes tired and grumpy. But today, he was really angry. Really really angry. And Ratchet had gotten really angry as well, which scared Sophie even more. Sophie didn't understand why, but she knew he needed her help, someway and somehow, he needed her right now. Crawling up to Ratchets arm, she kneeled down, and gently touched it. She saw ratchet peek through his fingers, the light of his optics giving it away. "Watchet," Sophie looked down at his optic, confusion in her big green eyes. "What's wrong?"

Ratchet slowly moved his hands away from his faceplate, and looked away from her. "Nothing. It's not your concern Sophie." Ratchet almost choked on his own words. This, all of this, all of her concern. It decided where she went, where she lived, who she lived with. Ratchet didn't want to tell her she would have to leave when Fowler came with her new Foster Parents? Would she cry? Would she be mad at him? Ratchet didn't want to see her cry, it broke his very spark to see her cry. He also didn't want her to be mad at him, he would feel the guilt even after his spark was extinguished.

Sophie looked at him for a moment. "People say that a lot...that nothing's wrong. That's what my mommy said before she went to be with the angels." Ratchet looked at her, optics full of sympathy. "I knew something was wrong, but she didn't tell me." Her breath began to tremble. "W-What if something's w-wrong, and y-you go away like she d-did?" Ratchet could see the tears brimming in her eyes. "W-Will you go away up t-to Heaven l-like they did? I-I know I h-have Otmus a-and Bee Bee a-and Cece a-and Bulky...B-But Watchet, if you go away like my m-mommy and d-daddy..." Sophie sniffled, trying to keep the tears away, but it was too late. Several tears spilled out onto her face, dripping off her chin.

Ratchet picked her up, bring her to optic level. "No Sophie, I'll never leave you. I promise to stay with you, and never leave you." Ratchet said softly. He didn't know if he would be able to keep such a promise, but he would try his hardest to. Sophie sniffled harder, and nodded without a word towards him. "Sophie, there's no need to cry. It's alright, I'm here." He cooed, and was surprised at how well he did it. Bringing her back down on his lap, he brought his servo onto her back gently, belittling all of his strength to softly rub it.

Sophie looked up at him with watery eyes. "But Fowler doesn't like me. He was angry at me." She said. That was the one thing she understood from what had just happened. Fowler was mad at her about something, and he seemed like he was mad at Ratchet too. But her question was, why? Why was Fowler mad? Why was everyone looking at her and Ratchet that way when they went away to Ratchets quarters? And why was Ratchet keeping secrets? She knew he was, just didn't want to say anything. He seemed stressed enough, she didn't want to pester him about something that was none of her business.

Ratchet shook his head, optics softening. "He wasn't mad at you, he was never mad at you. He's mad at me." Ratchet said strongly. "He does like you, everyone does. But, he's made that I like you more than the others." Sophie looked up at him. "You mean a lot to me Sophie, and Fowler doesn't like that. The others are just a bit...surprised by that." He explained. He didn't know exactly how to explain it to her, it was very hard for him. "See...You and I have something very special, where we can feel eachother. Did you feel that strange thing when I was holding you when Fowler was yelling?" Sophie nodded vigorously. "That what it is. I felt your fear of him, and was trying to comfort you without saying anything. Whenever you're scared, I can feel that. Whenever you feel something, I feel it as well." Sophies eyes went very wide, and she nodded again. Ratchet leaned in close to her. "But we can't tell Fowler or the others, so it's a secret, alright?"

Sophie nodded again, for about the third time. There was so many secrets now, she was about to explode with them all. Ratchets special secret, Margaret from the orphanages secret, which was she liked Billy Johnson, Tim's secret, that he was the one that put pop rocks in the toilet, Jacks secret, that he liked a girl named Sierra. But there was a secret she desperately wanted to tell Ratchet, something that she felt weighing down on her. The secret of who killed her parents. She'd seen it, but had been told to keep it a secret. She felt those words wriggling around under her skin, just waiting for her mouth to open and spill out. But, she hadn't told anyone for a year, she could go on longer.

Shaking the thought off, Ratchet cupped her in his servos, and set her down on the berth. "I'm going to get some energon. Now stay here." He directed, and walked out. Opening the door, he peeked his head out, looking around. He was looking for the others, seeing if they were outside his door listening. Bringing his whole body out, he sauntered towards the main area, going towards the mound of energon cubes in the corner. Ratchet kept them on a high shelf to make sure Miko didn't get her hands on it, and burn herself, boil her skin off, stupidly taste it, get radioactive and glow, or overall kill herself with the harmful, yet tasty, substance. Grabbing one of the glowing blue cubes, he brought it towards his mouth, gulping it down.

He brought it away from his faceplate to see Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Arcee and Optimus looking at him. Ratchet set the energon down, and put his servos on his metal hips. "What is it?" He half said, half groaned. The simply stood there, looking at him. Least this time they weren't looking at him with bulging optics and mouths open wide just waiting for flies to fly in there. They all remained silent, and Ratchet rolled his optics. "Well?" He urged them on, looking at them expectantly.

Arcee crossed her arms over her chest. "Ratchet, we need to talk." Those simple words put Ratchet on edge. He went into a defensive pose, edging towards the entrance to the hallway, ready to make a mad dash to Sophie if they tried anything.

"I'm not giving her up!" Ratchet howled, surprising the others greatly. "You can't make me! I'll-"

"Calm down Doc 'Bot!" Bulkhead said, looking startled by the medics reactions. "We don't mean it like that! We just want to say," Bulkhead looked towards the others. "We're in." Ratchet stood up straight, and quirked an eyebrow at the four. "We know your really attached to the her, and if it makes you happier and less cranky then you already are, I'm fine with you keeping her." Ratchet scowled at the Wrecker for the comment, but nodded towards them gratefully. Arcee nodded back, and Bumblebee made a few encouraging beeps and whirrs. Optimus gave a tilted smile at his medic, his friend. Ratchet crossed his arms over his chest, looking at them all carefully.

"Now that you all know, that over with. But there's another question. What are we going to do about Fowler?" Ratchet questioned. They all looked at eachother. They knew it wasn't going to be easy, the dark man was very hard to break. He was stubborn, annoying, and bossy. The hardest type of things to work with. Ratchet had a few ideas of what to do with the man. They would step on him, and say it was an accident, run over him and blame it on another unfortunate accident, pick him up and squish him, and blame it on Ratchets eyesight, and say he thought he was one of his tools. Then pick him up and throw him, and say he thought he was one of his wrenches. So many things to do to him, so little time. Ratchet could think of plenty of other things as well, like throwing him to the Decepticons, possibly giving him to Megatron as a pet, get him to quit his job. Ratchet was working on that one, trying to create a hypnotic type weapon. Hypnotize him to quit his job, and then be done with. Ratchet wins, Fowler looses, just the way the red and white mech liked it.

Ratchet thought blissfully of crushing the man several different ways many didn't think possible as the others discussed a more, 'diplomatic' way of doing things. Ratchet didn't want to listen of course, just daydreamed of the many things he could do...so many devious things...


Jus think of all the messed up things in Ratchets sick little processer...XD

Anyway...as for Sophie seeing her parents death, you'll find that out later. Not sure when, but sooner or later...hehehe...I'm just so evil to that little girl, sometimes I feel bad about it. Sometimes.