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Supergirlprime, "ok, I have no idea how to portray the autobots personality while writing for them, just bear with me, please? About three hours has passed since the end of the last chapter.
Ratchet pov.
"interesting." I mumbled. while activating a comm link to optimus.
"this is weird. optimus, almost impossible"
"what is it ratchet? Is it about sara?"
"her brainwaves…she was awake one second and the next….."
"what is it ratchet?" I could tell he was getting annoyed so I went straight to the point.
"she was,IS sleeping!"
"what?"
"the human brain has several stages of sleep, the deepest one is known as REM sleep, and takes a few hours of sleep to get to, but my scans indicate that while she was driving, she was awake one second and asleep the next.
And in REM sleep! It's impossible!"
"what about when she was talking about…..the prophecy?"
"she was having a bad dream, humans call it nightmares. Sara has a tendency to talk in her sleep. it's not uncommon among humans."
"and now?"
"she needs rest, and she will stay in the med bay overnight. Jazz has been at the door the whole time, did he ask her yet?"
"he said he was waiting for the right moment."
I could tell prime was smiling.
"prime, your gonna have to tell her about the prophecy sooner than later."
I sent him a video of Sara in a bed muttering something about a choice.
" prowl knows, jazz knows, bumblebee knows. With the exception of the twins, who have never been told the story, we all know."
"the question is, ratchet, does she?"
"does she?" I repeated.
Prime cut the comm link.
I opened a comm link to jazz.
"how is she?" he asked prepared for the worst.
"Sara's fine, she's sleeping. you can come in."
He came rushing in, faster than I ever saw him.
"She's on the desk." I pointed.
He was there in a Nanoclick.
She was on a bed in the middle of the desk.
Jazz reached over and stroked her cheek,
Surprising both of us she reached out and grabbed his digit and pulled it closer.
She snuggled next to it and fell back into REM sleep.
"look's like the vote is unanimous. I'm staying here tonight."
"just don't wake her up." I said walking out.
"thank you ratchet." said jazz, his optics still on the small human in the bed.
"you're welcome."