Not Impressed (Guest): It will be explained later on in the series

How They Met-

Filrod, 6 years old, explored a forest that surrounded her house. Her mother wanted her to leave the house after receiving the mail. She slowed to a stop as she got to a creek, it had a fallen tree and what looked like the remnants of a swing. She backed away and darted forward, leaping and grabbing the rusty metal, letting go of it when she got to the other side.

She dropped into some bushes, she climbed out of them and headed further into the forest. The further she got, the quieter it became. She continued on, ignoring the warning of something big and dangerous around. She climbed a hill and gasped at what she saw on the other side.

A large robot with dark blue and black metal laid in a glowing, purple puddle. She cautiously walked over to him and slowly walked through the sticky puddle before climbing up him. She examined him some more and saw a large wound on his side. The wound went from his waist (on his abdomen) to inbetween his shoulder blades.

Her eyes widened in surprise and she quickly climbed back down. She looked around for something to stop the bleeding, the only thing around was trees and the stream.

So, she headed home, grabbed a bucket, rope and a saw from the family Greenhouse and some of the hung up and drying clothing and towels. She ran back to the large robot. When she got back, she placed the clothes and saw down before taking the bucket to the creek and filling it with water. She returned to the robot, took one of the towels and climbed back onto the robot with the bucket in her other hand.

Filrod drenched the towel into the water and ran it over the strange colored blood on and around the wound. She continued to clean the large wound until the wound stopped leaking so much and dumped the water out into the grass before getting more water. She grabbed the saw and cut some wood from the trees before taking them to the creek and washing them and cleaved them so that they were flat on all sides.

She washed them once more and took them back to the robot. She checked to make sure the pieces fit the wound before watering and placing the clothing and towels onto the wound. She placed the wood over the clothing and tied it to the best of her ability with the rope.

When she finally finished, she looked to the robot's face and jumped. Dull blue eyes stared into her vibrant green ones.

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I snapped awake with a gasp, looking around wildly. I had no idea where that memory came from. It happened so long ago.

"You alright?" Ratchet asked, shifting his head that I was resting on slightly.

"Yeah" I replied softly, thinking the memory over.

"Good, I don't want a sick human on my helm" he grumbled.

I rolled my eyes murmuring a soft "jerk" and he chuckled.

I slid from the top of his head to his shoulder plating before looking at his back. The scar from long ago was hard to see unless you were looking.

"I see it healed" I stated.

Ratchet looked over to me in confusion before noticing where I was looking and stiffened slightly.

"Yes, it has" he shifted before picking me up and putting me back in the cube, "recharge, it is almost midnight"

I looked up at him before huffing and burito-ing into the rag, "night Robo-Grumpster"

I fell asleep after a minute of silence.

Sorry for the shorter chapter. The next chapter will the the last one until Shattered Thoughts comes out. After ST is released I will update both of them.

Also for those who don't like things I write I have a saying:

"Don't Like? Don't Read. "