A short chapter that gives a little more insight into Ratchet and Silver Sun's relationship.

Just wanted to let you all know I'm not done with this story...and that I'm still alive.

FYI, this is in no one's point of view.

Chapter Seven : Emotion-Aversion and a Card

Silver Sun's spark pounded with anxiety as she walked down the hallway. In her servo was the thing she'd been working on ever since she'd found out the new information that the others insisted she act upon.

The young femme recalled the conversation that had convinced her to do such a thing in the first place.

"You want me to do WHAT?!"

The silver femme exclaimed.Arcee rolled her optics, "It's not that big a deal, sis."

"What are you talking about?" She disagreed, "Of course it's 'that big a deal'!"

"All I'm saying is that one day you'll look back on this and either regret not doing it or be glad you did."

She chose the latter.

And now here she was, about to do the unthinkable.

In her servo was the datapad that could cause the mission to go either way.

Her pace instinctively slowed as she reached her destination.

Oh Primus, she thought regrettably, Why am I doing this?

With as much reluctance as a Decepticon would have to join the Autobots, Silver Sun raised her servo to the door. It took almost all her courage to knock. She quickly retracted her servo.

Why was she so nervous?

It seemed worse than training with Arcee.

Before she could think of another reason not to do what she was about to, the door was opened.

Sure enough, there stood her mentor - obviously having just been working on an invention because he was wearing a welding mask.

He lifted the metal mask up, revealing his surprised face, "Silver Sun? What's wrong?"

Everything's wrong, The femme thought but didn't say.

"Um," She hesitated, "You're busy. I'll come back later."

The senior medical officer wouldn't so easily be convinced though, "What are you hiding behind your back?"

His protégé sighed and decided to accept her fate. She held out the datapad.

"I-I just wanted t-to say..." Silver Sun inhaled a deep breath as he took the object, "...you know, a-actually it's all in there."

As soon as he had it, she ran off as fast as possible.

"Wait!" He tried calling after her, but she'd already disappeared around the corner.

As an alternative, he curiously scanned the datapad, wondering what was so important about it. The medic cautiously activated the tablet. On the screen appeared a message to him...from Silver Sun.

It read:

To Medical Officer Ratchet,

I know you despise displays of affection or appreciation and I'm sorry for doing this. If it makes you uncomfortable, feel free to erase this datapad before you read it...really, please do.

If you're still reading, then you should know what this 'card' is about.

A few days ago, the kids told us all about this thing called "Father's Day", where humans celebrate and thank their dads. Well, apparently that day is today.

As you already are aware, I never knew my dad. Until I came to the training academy, I'd never really had a parent-firgure in my life.

Arcee was almost always away, and you were the one who took care of me. You taught me to save lives, not take them. You raised me to be the medic - the Autobot - that I am today.

Every time Lunova would call me names, or Trailblaze would trip me in the hallway, or Firestar would beat me up, you were there to stop them.

For that I'll never be able to repay you. But I can tell you how grateful I am.

So, I guess what I'm trying to say is...thank you. For everything. For being a father to me.

From Silver Sun.

All-in-all, the Doctor wasn't quite sure how to take it.

After a long moment of silence, his mouth subtly spread into a small smile.

Oh, Heartbeat, He thought nostalgically, You and Red would've loved her.

His face fell slightly at the memory of his sparkmate and sparkling - neither of whom he had seen in centuries. Only Optimus had known them and, at his old friend's request, never talked to him about.

Still, they'd silently enter his processor day-to-day.

This was going to be one of those days.

Silver Sun, being the sweet innocent young 'bot that she was, had somehow managed to unknowingly gain the medics dad-like affection. But of course he'd never tell her that - there was, after all, a reputation of being a cranky ol' Autobot to uphold.

Still, he quietly appreciated the gesture.

"Good morning, Ratchet," A familiar voice said from the side of the hallway opposite where Silver had gone.

"Morning, Optimus," Glancing up, he smirked as he noticed the datapad in the Autobot leaders servo, "Allow me to guess...Bumblebee?"

To this, Optimus nodded, "Yes. I was...surprised, to say the least. Silver Sun?"

Ratchet looked at the 'card' proudly, but tried not to let it show, "Yes."

Optimus smiled slightly, "It is admirable that you raised her."

"What?" The medic refuted, quickly looking away from the datapad, "Wha-? Don't be ridiculous! I didn't 'raise' her. Yes, I taught her everything she knows, but...well, I could say the same regarding you and Bumblebee."

"Yes, you could," Optimus agreed, "And I would be proud to call Bumblebee my son."

Ratchet sighed, "I am proud of her, I just...she isn't my daughter to be proud of."

"Maybe not in CNA," Optimus responded once more before beginning to walk away, "But one doesn't need to be related to a person to be family."

With that, he disappeared around the same corner Silver Sun had come from.

Smiling once more at the 'card' Ratchet placed the small datapad in the glove compartment of his ambulance mode. He turned around and shut the door to the room.

That femme was something else.

Authors Note:

Yeah, yeah. I know I haven't posted on this story in a while, but I've had a major case of Writers-Block for this chapter. Not kidding, I rewrote it five times before settling on this one.

Anyway, I hope you guys liked it. Its a little short considering the length of the other chapters but I felt like writing a cute one like this.Until all are one,GreyroseLegacy