(Sorry for the update being late, but life decided to screw with me a bit. I also got stung today, and now I cant feel my fingers. It hurts, a lot.

I have so many thankyou's to give, but I have a huge one to give to Demonatron for all the help she has given me on sparkling names and the such.

Sparkling names and stuff are still open, if you want a sparkling you created to possibly be incorporated into GIBTH.

Lets hope this chapter is good for you all, seeing as it leaves it open for me to have a little fun next chapter, and send them on their first relationship swirl~)

Ratchet had let his medical programming get a little bit ahead of him, and had gone further then to temporarily patch me up. He made sure I wasn't going to bleed out, removed all pieces of armor that was being crushed into my body and through my protoform armor, and had started repairing my crushed leg. He didn't finish it, because he had to get back to my Father, but he got the basic structure back to actually looking somewhat like a leg and not some twisted piece of scrap metal. He also gave me a pain reliever, so I wasn't feeling a thing accept for when I moved my leg or tried to twitch my toes. I wouldn't be able to stand on it for a while yet. Ratchet had also gotten a good portion of the cabling in Optimus's leg reconnected, it was almost done being reconstructed where it was torn off, though the nerve wiring wasn't connected yet.

I sat here on one of the medical beds, I also had been given a small amount of energon to keep me going, reclined backwards around a slight ring of dirt. I was very, very dirty from being buried alive. My armor, dented and missing pieces stuff, was dusty brown, and I had various grits and dirt in my gears and joints. I even felt something under my armor, coating my protoform armor like skin. I was tempted to just send the impulses to the remaining two layers of armor and essentially leave me in my protoform armor. The only thing that was keeping me from doing so was because I had a twin on ether side of me leaning against my medical bed and if I let my armor drop off I would end up essentially naked in front of them and Ratchet. I don't really care if Ratchet sees me nude, seeing as he's the base's medic and all so he's probably seen more naked bots in his lifetime then he could count.

The Lamborghini twins however, were an entirely different pond of piranhas. They weren't medics, they're mech fighters, and ones who my world depicted as bots who want a good long fuck and then to be left alone. That, and they are actually kind of good looking for robotic men. Okay, really good looking even if they are older then dirt literally. I think, in a human equivalent, they'd be about twenty-five or twenty-six. Makes me feel a little bit like a cougar in a way, seeing as a human they would be younger then me.

Okay, talking about attractive mechs is way off topic.

"Is there any way I can rinse off the dirt and stuff that's in my armor and joints?" I asked Ratchet.

Ratchet merely addressed me from where he was working. "No. The only means of washing we have are the wash racks, and you cannot stand, let alone walk, to get yourself there and back."

I gave an irritated whir but went quiet. He was right, I really didn't have any way to get there. You know, we need Autobot wheel chairs. Then we can roll around when we're invalid, and take showers and shit like that.

"But…" Ratchet hummed. "I suppose if you really are set on cleaning up, have the twins take you." My mouth dropped open. He was just letting me go, just like that? Too easy. To the twins next to me, Ratchet ordered, "If you do decide to take her, make sure she gets clean, all the way down to her protoform and check in her gears as well. You are to carry her at all times, she may be set on a sink or counter if both of your hands is needed for something. Be gentle, because any sign of stress to her in any way, and I'll use your parts to replace hers."

Sideswipe stood up with a half grin at me and nodded to Ratchet. "We would never refuse an injured pretty femme the right to cleanse herself of organic matter, right Sunny, Princess?"

Sunstreaker stood slowly and then popped his joints. He sighed, a tired sound, but cracked a half grin anyways. "Don't call me Sunny, but yes. We would never deny a beautiful femme her washing."

I sighed and ran a hand over my optics. "I think I can wait on my washing."

"Nonsense." Ratchet chirped. "Drop your armor."

"What?" I choked out. I gave him a couple blinks and shifted slightly.

He turned his head to look at me as he paused briefly in his work. A look of dry mischief was apparent in his optics. Now what the hell is he planning? "Exactly as I said. Drop your armor here so it doesn't have to be carried back. I want you to remain in your protoform until we get your armor completely recovered and fixed, along with your bodily repairs." He cracked an almost evil grin as his optics dimmed and lit again. The twins made loud sounds of protests, only to be followed by Ratchets humored tone. "Count that, along with having the twins as your personal guardians until your fully recovered, maybe even further in your case, as your punishment for scaring the slag out of us and your reward for saving the femme humans." I wasn't asking for a reward. With that stated, Ratchet gave us a dismissing noise and then returned to his work on my dad's leg.

I hefted a sigh. "Alright." No use arguing with the old bot. I looked to the twins and held up my hands. "Want to give me a hand up so I can drop the armor?" The twins sighed simultaneously, and then moved to they could help me up, one on each side supporting me on my one leg. Kind of sounds like some sort of robot pirate pimp if you ask me.

Sideswipe cast me a naughty half grin again, "Of course Princess. Who do you want to carry you to the showers, and who gets the pleasure of helping you wash?"

I eyed him. "I honestly don't care, so feel free to choose for me."

Sunstreaker chuckled against me. "I'll do the washing, Sideswipe. We both know that you wouldn't get it done half as well."

"I disagree." Sideswipe argued. "I say I can do a better job of washing."

I stopped their little word wager from happening as I dropped my armor, both layers, with a loud clunk. My protoform was thin, thinner then my armored form by several inches maybe even a foot or so, and dirty, instead of a gleaming silver blue color; it was more a dirty brown and sandy yellow color with hints of silver peaking out here and there. The only armor that didn't shed two layers was my door wings, which just shed the outer layer and left the protoform coloring underneath it, and my crotch plating. It only went to the protoform coloring as well. The red of my Autobot symbol on the inside of my thigh stood out proudly against the dirty colors of my frame.

"How about," I interjected before they could start again, "you take turns. There, no argument. You get to do both."

"Still say I'm better." Sideswipe grumped.

Sunstreaker scooped me up gently, settling my dirty protoform against his slightly dirty yellow chassis. Sideswipe moved to where my legs dangled over Sunstreaker's arm, and he gently moved so he could keep my mangled leg from bouncing. Sunstreaker let out a scoff. "In your dreams."

"Equal." I chimed.

We strolled out of the med bay, and started for the wash racks. Let me tell you this, when you have no armor or anything to keep you covered, it tends to get really, really cold. We passed by soldiers; no Autobots thank god, and such in the halls and open expanses. We did get stopped though by Will, Epps, and Ironhide, who had the aforementioned humans on his shoulder.

Sunstreaker sighed again, air rushing in and out of his intakes. "Can we help you?"

"Yeah." Will stated. He was looking up at me as Ironhide lifted him off his shoulders. Ironhide gently set him on my chassis, Sunstreaker made a noise about the 'fleshling' touching me and possibly him, in front of my face. My antenna twitched slightly, and my audio receptors focused on the being in front of me. Will puffed up and then deflated with a sigh. "Thank you." Will stated.

"Your welcome?" I tried.

"Thank you for saving my wife and my daughter. You were under no code to do so." He sighed and then pressed a hand to one of my cheek plates. He then opened his arms, "May I?"

"Go for it." I answered. "And I'm an Autobot. It's my job to protect the innocent and the defenseless."

He gently hugged my face, his slightly stubble covered chin and cheek rubbing against the sensitive plating. His fingers found a hold on some smooth part of my face. "I owe you so much for saving my whole world. I honestly don't know how I could have handled loosing them both."

I exhaled softly and lifted a hand to the mans back and gave him a half hug. Then I pulled him away and looked quietly at him for a moment. "It didn't happen, so there's no use dwelling on what could have been when your living in what has happened." I handed him back to Ironhide.

Will nodded at me. Epps cast me a cheeky grin, one that I returned. "So," his eyes twinkled a bit from what I could see. "I can see your naked and look quite content. Have a little rough, hot, and dirty robo-sex did you?"

"Epps!" I snarked. "I have not!"

"Then where you going, Strider?"

I sighed. "I'm going to take a shower. Ratchet says I have to have these two goons with me though."

Ironhide rumbled a laugh. "Then don't let us stop you, kid." He turned and strolled away with the humans.

I closed my optics with a sigh and rested my face on Sunstreaker's chassis. We started walking again, to the showers.