Ratchet's P.O.V.
It's been a rough week for Jasmine. Rung and I already decided she's not mentally fit to testify in court. Yazmine is in jail without bail and looking at fifty years in prison. Jasmine is terrified to sleep without me close to her. She has had a couple of nightmares, but they've ceased for now, and I hope they never come back. One thing I haven't figured out is why did Yazmine insist I be Jasmine's guardian?

Jasmine is strong enough to walk with crutches or a crutch and holding on to my holoform's arm. We go for a walk every day. She's able to walk a little longer every day. Rung comes with us for support, and so we have the wheelchair. Madeline hasn't gotten to the point where she can walk to the park m, around the path in the park, and back to the base.
"Good work; I think in a month, you'll have your strength back."
"We sit on the bench and watch the ducks for a while. Jasmine wanted to rest and walk back to the base instead of being wheeled back.

Jasmine's P.O.V.
It's hard to believe my own sister wants me dead. Yet she got me closer to the mech I've liked since we were kids. I'm not sure if he'll allow our relationship to go beyond friendship, but I love all the time together. I don't think the Autobots or Lennox know I have a degree in medicine; Yazmine does. Everything would have been perfect.
"What's wrong?" Ratchet asks, "you know it's better to tell us — or even just me."
"I-I just don't understand why she did it. Everything would have been perfect."
Tears roll down my face as I hug Ratchet. I want to tell him the rest without Rung near.
"Everything will be perfect, even if she's not going to be at the base with you."
Ratchet asks Rung to leave is alone; he's taking me to lunch. Rung smiles before leaving. He leaves the wheelchair with us.
I want to tell Ratchet, but I don't know if he's even interested in a relationship with a human. I'm not sure what he'll think about my medical degree and desire to work with him.

Ratchet's P.O.V.
Jasmine forgot yet again I smell hormone changes. It's no secret she likes me. I noticed the last couple of years before N.E.S.T. was terminated. I'm happy she still likes me. I don't know if it's because she was in her early teens or the conflicts with the cons, but I didn't feel the same way — until now. It's not exactly like I met a stranger and fell in love three weeks later. It's more like someone I know that I didn't know I loved. I don't know if it's too soon to say anything.

We go back to our room when we get back. Jasmine leans on me as we sit on the couch.
My spark beats faster with her body touching mine.
"Ratchet?" She asks.
"Hmm?"
"I don't know if I'm supposed to tell Lennox first, but I have a degree in medicine and was hoping to work with you in the medbay and fight in battle when I have to like you."
"You do need to tell Lennox, but I like that idea."
I was hoping she'd say it, but I don't want to force her to. We spend the afternoon watching T.V.

I go to the medbay before dinner. It's still quiet, but First Aid doesn't mind being here.
"You didn't tell her, did you?" Jolt asks.
"Isn't it too soon? Sure, we've known each other for years, but I've only fallen for her the past three weeks."
"And you know she still likes you."
I leave the medbay, feeling like I want to tell her, but still uncertain.

Jasmine's P.O.V.
I talked to the femme Autobots while waiting for Ratchet. They know his past before coming to Earth and while in hiding. I still feel uncertain after talking to them. I'm already a mess mentally, might as well add to it.

I wait until after dinner when we go back to our room. I struggle to start the conversation.
"I know something aside from the attack, and your sister is bothering you," Ratchet points out.
"I-I..."
"You are trying to tell me you like me," he smiles before laughing at how bright red my face is, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh. Actually, Jasmine, I like you."
"So...are we together?"
"If you want."
I smile and hug him. I want to kiss his lips, but it's too soon, even if I've loved him since I was fifteen.
"You're right; everything is going to be perfect."
He kisses my forehead, "I couldn't resist; I know part of why you were afraid to tell me is because of your mental wounds. We'll get through this together."