AN: Hello my lovelies! And how is everyone this fine morning (Yes, I am posting at school)? I hope ya'll will enjoy this new Chapter and I am sorry for the delay. Today I have a talent show to enter (and among my talents is STAGEFRIGHT) so after 3:30 I will be shaking and grabbing the computer/TV, as I will need some serious melodrama and smackdowns to write!
Far away from anything, a red figure collapses onto the hot desert sand.
Bulkhead's POV
Bulkhead drives silently, scanning the skies for any signs of attack. The 'Cons have been getting closer and closer to the base, so a patrol was almost always out looking for them.
Miko calls his comm link wondering if he is done, as she is really itching for some serious dune-bashing.
As our favorite green Autobot talks to his charge, he misses the obstacle lying on the sand.
That is, until he hits it.
Bulkhead tumbles head over heels, transforming as he goes. When he finally stops rolling, Bulk looks behind him.
"Whoa," he whispers, ever the intelligent mech, "Knockout?"
Nikki's POV
Ratchet bends over the mangled form lying on the berth and shakes his helm. I lean farther over the railing, trying to catch a glimpse of what Bulkhead had dragged in over two hours ago. The curtain around the med bay limits the view, but I'm curious. What could possibly be there?
Or rather, who?
Miko sighs and flops on the couch along with Raf. "It's no use, Nik. If the 'Bots want to keep a secret, they'll keep it. Really well. Trust me, I've tried."
I ignore her and climb down the ladder, that old saying running through my head: "Curiosity killed the cat." As I near the curtain, Optimus stops me with a large metal servo. "I do not believe that now is a good time, Nicole," he says, bending down to pick me up. I can hear him hesitate before he says my name. That other name- Nightfire. I haven't had any more visions for a while, and pressing anyone to tell me anything has been fruitless. Will I ever know why Bumblebee takes special care of me, or why there's a strange connection between Optimus and I- something more than a friendship?*
"Will it ever be a good time?" I mumble, sitting down on the Prime's hand.
"Very soon, actually," Ratchet walks out of the med bay, pulling the curtain shut behind him. I perk up immediately, my interest revived. "But not today- next week at the latest," he finishes. Crap. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I spot Miko dart into the room as the two 'Bots turn away from the curtain.