Paige had been dozing in the corner legs stretched out when she heard the sound of an alarm going off. She listened as Fowler yelled over the com-link about two bots mixing it up. She caught sight of the Autobots leaving after saying something about a Skyquake look alike and Wheeljack. This apparently was Dreadwing's appearance. She drifted back off until she heard them return. She opened her eyes to see Wheeljack looking at her curiously.
"I didn't think the natives on this planet got that big," he said raising an eye ridge.
"Ah, no, that's Paige," said Bulkhead chuckling. "She's kind of unique."
Paige didn't bother to get up since Ratchet was pulling Wheeljack into the med bay.
Later that day, she asked Ratchet to send her to a deserted island they had located for her use so she could take care of her needs. It had a source of fresh water and there were even some bananas growing on the trees which she ate sparingly skin and all. Paige spent two days there until Ratchet sent Bumblebee to bring her back. She was surprised that they hadn't just dumped her here permanently. She wasn't simply taking a vacation on the island though. Without the eyes of the Autobots on her, she had cut up half her towel and was using the small sowing kit in her purse to make two gloves and a scarf for her face. She had also taken a small tarp that Bumblebee had pulled out of storage for her and was fashioning it into a giant grocery bag. These things would be needed for what was to come.
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Paige was curled up asleep on the floor when she felt someone touch her. She bolted upright arms swinging out. She heard a yelp and something heavy landed in her lap. Paige's vision came into focus to see Ratchet comically lying on his back in her lap.
"Ratchet, a little advice especially about human females, we don't like waking up with someone we didn't invite to our bed. If you wanted to sleep with me, you could have at least asked."
Ratchet sputtered. "I intended no such thing. I merely wanted to examine your left hand."
"Do that when I'm awake," said Paige dryly.
"You were reluctant to tell me of your injuries before so I didn't think you'd allow it," said Ratchet.
"At this point I don't believe there is anything you can do, but I would have allowed it if you insisted," said Paige putting him back on his feet. She leaned back on her elbows. "It's nothing personal against you, but I'm not really comfortable with doctors. My parents believed that if you weren't dying, you didn't need a doctor."
"If you need one before you get small enough, I'm the only one who can do anything," he pointed out.
"You may be more my size," said Paige. "But you're not really trained for organics."
He glared at her.
"Look, I get it I really do. It's human biology that you can see without having to look through a microscope, but I think there might be more important things that you can doing with your time than bothering with me."
"Is everything alright?" asked Optimus coming into the room.
"In my defense," said Paige. "Ratchet got into my personal space first and I was sleeping."
"Everything is fine," said Ratchet huffing. "Since you're awake now, let me see your hand."
Paige sighed and extended her left hand while answering Ratchet's questions about it and any other injury he brought up until he was satisfied.
