Chapter 6: Medical Scare
Corvin had to force herself to look away from the eye-candy known as Optimus Prime. She swore that if she stared any longer that she'd do something stupid like drool or bite him to see if he tasted as good as he looked. Oh God, she was terrible.
She groaned and looked back at the data pad she held in her servo. It was a very interesting read, but she had only gotten to the fourth paragraph because she was too busy mooning over Optimus to actually read it. She just hoped that he was just as oblivious of other's affection towards him as he was in the fanfiction. If he wasn't… Dear Lord she was screwed. Great first impression that would be. And she already got the impression that he didn't really like her, and quit acting all concerning after she told him that she forgave him about her leg.
She caught herself staring again and looked back down. Fuck, why is this so hard! She grumbled and read the next paragraph.
'A Cybertronian's frame is made up of an alloy called Cybertronium and is one of the strongest alloys known.' Interesting. The song Titanium popped up in her processor and she started to hum it to herself. 'Though, a Cybertronians diet must consist of other alloys such as Iron and steel.' She continued to hum as she skipped a few paragraphs that she already knew.
'Interfacing'
Well that stopped her.
'There are three ways one can interface.' Okay, time to put fanfiction knowledge to the test. 'The first is through a series of cables and ports located in the sides, wrists and chassis. To interface correctly this way one must connect cables to the ports of another, stimulation will occur through the passing of various strings of coding from one frame to the other and back again. 'Plug n' play… its real… Corvin's optics widened. 'The second way uses functions called Spikes and Valves. Mechs and femmes can have one or both of these. These spikes and valves are located in the pelvic area under distinct plating called the codpiece. Stimulation is occurred through friction when a-'Ugh, no more! She already took sex-ed, she knew how it worked, and a quick skim through the rest of that part proved it to be exactly like human procreation. A choking sound rang behind her and she turned to see Vela looking at her own data pad in horror.
"Eighth paragraph?" Vela nodded. Corvin snickered and returned to reading the eighth paragraph.
'The third way is through the sparks of the Cybertronians. The spark located in the chassis and is very delicate. Stimulation is occurred when two or more beings push their sparks together. When one spark merges with another, a bond is formed between them, and a little bit of that bots spark is transferred over to the other. This is how sparkmates, bondmates, and trines are formed. (See paragraph 28)'Corvin continued to hum Titanium as she read, it was all very fascinating.
She looked up and caught sight of Optimus working at one of the terminals, typing away at something. She smiled slightly at the thought of Optimus being her- WHOA WHOA WHOA! Back it up, all the way up! She barely knew him past what she knew about him from the show. She was a looooonngg way off to be thinking about that. What if his favorite color was yellow? Sorry to all the yellow lovers, but she just did not like that color. Bee was about as far as she was willing to except, so he was fine. But anything else, nuh-uh.
Besides, what if Optimus already had a ladyfriend? Elita-one could be out there floating around or some other pretty femme or handsome bot. The thought made a hot curl of jealously twist around her core, but she pushed it down. A true Optimus Prime fan would be happy for him to find love, even if it's not with them.
Love…
Corvin didn't know what the hell she felt for Optimus, but it wasn't love. Well, she loved him as her favorite character and stuff, he was her childhood hero. But love was a strong word, and she didn't use it lightly. She would need quite a bit of time in his company and a few hundred conversations to even hint at that.
Didn't mean she couldn't like him and fangirl like crazy over him. He was a gift God seen fit to grace her optics with, and he was one of the sexiest damned things she had ever seen. He was right up there with Hue Jackman and the young Clint Eastwood. Corvin grinned as she thought of what Optimus' holoform would look like. A mix between the two perhaps? With black hair and piercing blue eyes. Corvin's grin grew as she snickered to herself, the ladies would be all over him.
Corvin then wondered what her holoform would look like. More than likely it would look like she did before she came here. Maybe she could try it out after she got an alt-mode. She briefly wondered what she would get. Wasn't Starscream a… F-22 Raptor-something? Or was it something else? She didn't really want to look like Starscream.
She huffed slightly and stood from where she sat by the wall. She walked down the hall of the Autobot base and towards her room, which had been given to her the day after she told the Bots about her world, which was about a week ago. The rood wasn't much, bare shelves and walls with a berth pushed off into the corner. She'd have to decorate it while she was here, get some color on the walls and some bot sized blankets. She made a face, how did the Autobots sleep without blankets? To her it was impossible not be surrounded by soft fluffy things while she slept, she needed them all around her like a nest.
Corvin smiled as the memory of her Mom popped into her processor. Her Mom always called her bed her 'nest' due to all of the blankets and pillows she had. Her Mom also was the first to state that she must have been a cat in her past life, due to her affection towards everyone and how she liked to rub her face against people she liked. Many thought it was weird, but that was just how she showed affection.
She placed her data pad on one of the empty shelves before turning and exiting the room to head towards the surface. She took the elevator up and to the top of the mesa. The da was sunny and cloudless, and the sun beat down on her, warming her armor nicely. She sighed and stretched out on the rock, fanning out her wings to catch the sun's rays. Small, black panels flipped open on the back of her wings to soak up the radiation. Ratchet had explained and showed Corvin and Vela how to do a few things with their new bodies, and one of them was how to activate solar panels that were located on their backs and shoulders. It was a way to gain clean, healthy energy that strengthened their armor and gave nutrition to their sparks and protoforms. The only downside to it was that it was rather slow. But it gave Corvin an excuse to sunbath like a lizard, so she wasn't complaining.
The silver and blue femme stayed out on the top of the base for a good three hours, gaining the company of Vela and Arcee. It was a nice femme bonding time, the three just talked about random things throughout the time. Arcee was very happy that she was not the only femme on team Prime anymore and with Vela and Corvin here it really evened the odds out.
"Woo! We bring the estrogen!" The three laughed at Vela's comment.
"So how are you guys adjusting?" Arcee asked after they settled down. She was sprawled on top of a rock that sat raised above the rest. Vela was laid across the ground in front of Corvin.
"Pretty well, actually, Ratchet's been a real great help with it." Corvin stated with her arms folded under her chin.
"Yeah, I found out that I can make my tail disappear into my legs! It helps a lot, but whenever I do it I always feel so off balance." Vela commented from wear she was.
"Well that's good to hear, the adjusting part not the off balance part." Arcee added.
"Yeah." The three settled into a comfortable silence. Corvin glanced up at Arcee, looking towards her winglets, pleased to see that the bite mark was almost completely gone. She had apologized to all of the bots for giving them the dents and scratches in her programed rage. The bots had waved it off; all of them had already forgiven her long before she had apologized. She had been on protection mode and they had understood that, and they had also given her a few injuries themselves. Besides, it was their fault for not gaining all of the facts before attacking; they had just assumed that they were Decepticons.
Corvin's HUD beeped with an oncoming message, from Ratchet.
:: I need you to head to the Med Bay for a physical. –Ratchet::
:: Ok, be down there in a few minutes. –Corvin:: Corvin sighed and moved to stand. The two other femmes looked at her.
"Sorry, guys. Ratchet needs me in the Med Bay." The two made sounds of disappointment and Corvin smiled at them. "Don't worry, shouldn't take too long." The femmes bid her goodbye as she made her way off the roof and to the Med Bay where Ratchet stood waiting.
"Took you long enough, Corvin." Ratchet snapped. "I have important things I need to do, so the sooner we get this over the sooner I can get to them." Corvin grinned at Ratchet's attitude; it reminded her of Domi just a bit. She had her fair share of grumps in her life, so she could deal with Ratchet's comments with no problem.
"Oh, I didn't take too long. Besides, my physical will give you a much needed break from those monitors. As a doctor you should know very well that staring into a bright screen for so many hours is bad for your optics." She commented lightly with humor. Ratchet huffed at her and told her to 'get her smart aft into the Med Bay'. Corvin snickered as she moved past him and sat on the front berth closet to the equipment that Ratchet would be using. Said medic bustled around the room, gathering a few more things that he didn't already have near her.
"This is a full physical, which means that you need to have your armor off for the beginning of it." Ratchet informed as her place a few things down and grabbed up some more. She looked at him with a look that conveyed her lack of knowledge of just how to do so and how she was uncomfortable with doing it in the first place. And Ratchet seemed to see just that.
"Don't worry, Corvin." He soothed, "This is a professional matter." He patted her arm a bit. Corvin still looked uncomfortable about it, but understood what Ratchet meant. She raised one of her arms to look at it before looking at Ratchet, who had his back turned towards her.
"I don't know how to take my armor off." The red and white medic looked over at her in confusion before remembering that she was new to this. He sighed to himself then walked over.
"Watch how it's done, I'm not going to do this every time you need to take your armor off just because you weren't paying attention." Corvin just nodded as he took her arm and moved his fingers to the elbow. With skilled servos he unsnapped the armor around her arm. She watched closely as he unsnapped her both of her arm plates and then her shoulder guard, exposing her protoform. Her protoform was colored silver and black. Exposed to the cooler air and Ratchet's warm servos, made her protoform tingle. She flexed her fingers. It appeared that the bigger parts were black while the smaller bits were silver, like her fingers.
She looked down to see that Ratchet had undone her other arm and both of her legs. He had now moved onto her back and wings. Her wings fluttered as his servos moved across them, it was rather pleasant. A bit of nervousness crept into her gut at the thought of being completely bare before Ratchet, even if he was a professional, it was awkward. Her back was now bare, as was her wings, making them feel light. A pile of armor was accumulating in the berth next to her. She felt Ratchet's fingers move to the base of her helm, poking around and unsnapping something there as well. The jaw guards at the sides of her face were pulled away. And with another snap, the whole top of her helm was pulled away.
Corvin jumped as she felt something fall out from under it, brushing across her shoulders and down to the base of her spinal strut. Corvin grabbed some of the stuff and pulled it in front of her face.
"I have hair…" well, not really hair, more like long silver wires that grew off the top of her helm in abundance. Ratchet hummed, grabbing hold of a lock and rubbing between a few fingers.
"Not uncommon. Most bots have something similar to 'hair', as you call it. But the majority chooses to cut it all off. It's rather tedious up-keep." Ratchet informed.
"Does any other Autobot have hair?"
"Arcee does, but she chooses to keep it rather short." Corvin played with her wire-hair as Ratchet unsnapped the rest of her helm armor, which consisted of her chevron, two bands that extended out of that chevron on the sides, four horn-like things that sat on top of those bands (two on each), and the armor that covered her face near her audios. It was actually quite a bit of armor, and quite heavy apparently, as her helm felt like it would float off of her shoulders afterwards.
Now they were to the parts Corvin assumed that Ratchet was purposely avoiding, for her sake.
He unsnapped the armor around her abdomen and waist. His servos were very warm and were hard to ignore. Damn, it was getting awkward and uncomfortable for Corvin. With her previous human heritage, it was all that more weird for her. He unclasped the sides of her pelvic plating, but left it there. Huh, he must have seen how uncomfortable she was with it and left it for her to pull away when she wanted. Her chest plates were different though. After unsnapped, it was pulled away and placed on the pile. Corvin looked down, expecting to see her spark casing and fuel pump and stuff…
Not fucking breast!
"What the Hell?!" She covered her chest a Ratchet turned back to look at what had startled her. His optics looked her over for any injuries or deformities that would have caused her reaction, but found none. Until he looked at what she covering her arms with. His optics widened and a surge of heat traveled down his spinal struts before he squashed it down.
Professional, Ratchet. Remain professional.
He had to make sure, though. As hard as it would be… for both of them.
"Corvin, I need you to remove your arms." He ordered her. She looked at him like he was twelve types of crazy.
"But…"
"Professional, Corvin. I'm not going to do anything more than what's necessary. And I can't well do that with your arms in the way!" Ratchet brought out his normal grumpy attitude, which seemed to help the bare femme. Ratchet went off of this, acting grumpy while inside he was in a state of… shock and disbelief. What was the chance of a breeder falling right into their laps? He needed to get all of the facts before he could tell Optimus. If they never got the Well up and running again, this femme would be the major factor in their race's survival.
Poking and prodding a few places, he observed how they squished and moved. Ratchet put a stethoscope on the center of her chest, listening to her internals. Her spark seemed to be beating extremely fast, but Ratchet knew that it was from nerves.
Corvin was mortified, she couldn't even look. Oh damn, she had one of her favorite characters poking and prodding at her boobs! What the hell?! Her face plates burned as the medic placed the stethoscope on the center of her chest. She was sure her spark was racing a mile a minute. Ratchet pulled the device back and looked her in the optics.
"Raise your arm," He grunted and pulled her left arm up and to the side lightly, bending it at the elbow. Ratchet then placed one servo on the side of her left breast and felt the sides, like the doctors do when looking for breast cancer in humans. Corvin found that she relaxing slightly as Ratchet kept his promise and only did what was necessary. He was very professional about all of it. He finished checking both sides and pulled back. Corvin crossed her arms and her legs, hiding her privet bits. Ratchet went about his business, checking her over, drawing a bit of energon, and having her rotate her joints. Corvin completely relaxed after all.
Corvin played with her hair, thinking over everything she had found out with this simple check-up. She was not that different than she was when she was human. She had hair, breast, and she found out that she was a 'valve' femme. Two valves actually, like when she was human. She looked down and noticed that she had a crack in the center of her chassis, and not just the one in between her breasts either! She poked at the crack, feeling her finger go into it and prod at the wires underneath. She wondered what was under it. A click was heard with that thought and her chest seemed to open and fold back into her chassis.
That was freaky as fuck. Corvin looked down at her opened chassis and finally saw what she had expected the first time. She stared in wonder at her spark, which swirled around in its translucent case. It was so pretty. The colors swirled gold and blue. She snickered slightly at that, a true Michigan fan till the end, huh?
Ratchet looked over at her.
"Oh, good, you found out how to open your chassis." He came over and continued his examination. When he was done he pulled back and her chassis closed. He now explained all he found to her.
"Now, I found out a few things that you should know. For one, you are a breeder, and not just any breeder. It appears that your previous human heritage has influenced your new body and made you into a special type of breeder that have a set of feeding glands on their chassis. These glands produce a rich type of energon for sparklings that is packed full of nutrition and minerals that create a healthy sparkling. This energon is better than any other energon produced by a bot, and creates stronger sparkling as well." Corvin nodded as she processed all of this information. She was a breeder and can have better babies than the rest. "Now, breeders can mass produce sparklings within short periods of time, and are extremely valuable. But most breeders are offlined to prevent the other side from getting ahold of them." She stalled, Corvin knew what that meant… and it wasn't good for her.
Her optics glared holes into Ratchet. Either he was implying that she was going to die because she was a breeder and they didn't want the Decepticons to get ahold of her or they were going to force her to have babies to add to their troops. Fuck being an Autobot; she wasn't going to get raped for anyone's cause.
She hissed at him, baring all of her teeth at him as her wings hiked up in aggression. Ratchet looked surprised and jumped back as she took a swipe at him. She grabbed her chest plates and pelvic plates and snapped them on quickly before jumping up and taking another swipe at him.
"Corvin, what-!" Ratchet exclaimed loudly as she started throwing things at him. She snapped on a few other pieces of armor as Ratchet evaded another piece of flying equipment.
"Get back, fuck wad! I ain't being no-body's baby making machine!" She yelled back. Snapping on the last piece of armor, Corvin jumped up and dug her claws into the wall, and started to climb high out of Ratchet's reach.
"What is wrong with you Corvin!?" Ratchet was confused and rather frazzled at the femme's behavior. Footsteps were heard and Ratchet turned to the door to see Optimus and the others enter.
"What happened," the Prime demanded. Ratchet just looked up and the others all fallowed his gaze to see Corvin, high over all of their heads.
"Corvin! What are you doing way up there?" Vela called up to her.
"Tell those fuckers to stay far away from me! I'm not going to die! And I sure as hell ain't being no body'sbaby maker!"All of the bots looked at Ratchet in confusion.
"I have no idea what's got into her! I just told her-"Ratchet had a dawning look of realization. "That's not what I meant, Corvin!" Said femme was already sitting on the ceiling beams, high above all of them.
"I know what you meant, Ratchet! And I'll say this once and as many times as you all need to hear it, that if anyone's dick gets close to me I'm gonna cut. It. OFF!" All of the bots present with spikes flinched. Optimus looked down at Ratchet with concern.
"What does she mean, Ratchet?" He ordered. Ratchet sighed and looked at the red mech.
"I was waiting to tell you in private, Optimus." Optimus nodded and motioned for the others to leave. Corvin hissed from where she was perched as Vela left. Her insides burned with fear and her arms shook from the added energy pushed into her systems from her panic. The Autobots were good, right?! Would they force her? Would they hurt her?! Would Optimus hurt her?!
"Now what is it?"
"During the examination I found out that Corvin is a breeder." Optimus' optics widened in surprise and he glanced up to the femme that sat out of even his reach.
Corvin flinched at his gaze; she wouldn't be able to take it if he did, if he forced her. Her role model, her hero, someone she held on such a high emotional pedestal in her mind and heart after years committed to the fandom. After reading and seeing so much of her favorite fictional character as such a great and amazing person that always did the best for others no matter the cost, it would kill her to be proven wrong.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"And what has made her act as she is now?" Ratchet's shoulders slumped.
"Poorly worded sentences, Optimus. She now thinks that we are going to force her to breed." Optimus gave his old friend a displeased look that made him shrink down even further. The Prime looked up to the glaring silver femme, who still did not have all of her armor on, in fact she was still missing all of her helm armor, deeming it a hindrance to her escape.
"Corvin, I swear on my life and on my right as a Prime that we would never force you to do such a thing." He spoke gently up to her, not blinking or breaking optic contact. She glared at him and the medic standing with him, she was not going to believe them just like that. But Optimus' words held a heavy tone that oozed in sincerity and trust. And she believed him. Her glare softened into a wary stare. She wasn't ready to come down yet.
Optimus must have read her thoughts as he turned to Ratchet and led him out of the room, fallowing behind. Corvin was left alone in the Med Bay, sitting in the rafters. She was surprisingly comfortable up high.
She thought over everything that had just happened. Ratchet clearly hadn't meant to say that in the way he had, but it still made her insides burn in fear and worry. There was a large possibility that the Decepticons could find out that she was a breeder, and then she would become a main target to them. And if she was captured with them knowing she was a breeder? She shivered, dark thoughts racing through her mind. She would be passed from mech to mech, producing sparklings like a factory, just because she was a breeder.
And the Autobots? Yes, she trusted them not to do anything, but what if others came to earth? What then? Ultra Magnus was noble, but she didn't think she could trust him not to confide in the 'old ways'. She knew enough from her original dimension to know that Ultra Magnus was highly 'by the book' and traditional. What's to say that breeder usages were not among them?
And what if she was wrong about the Autobots here? What if her trust was misplaced and they were nothing like she thought? She had read plenty of stories, seen plenty of comics to know that not all Autobots were as shiny and good on the inside as they were on the outside.
She shook her helm and got comfy. She didn't want to think of it, and she wanted her stay here to be memorable for the good things, not the bad.
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No one entered the Med Bay for the rest of the cycle, only once Vela did to place some energon cubes on the ground and leave. She stayed up in the rafters all night, only coming down to get the cubes, the rest of her armor, and a few sheets of metal. She used the sheets of metal to make some sort of nest like thing in the corner of the rafters; it was sturdy and hid her from those below. It was also rather comfortable and she was able to fully stretch out on it. She couldn't sleep, she just tossed and turned for hours. The morning came, and so did Optimus.
He came in with a 'whoosh' of the doors, startling her awake. He came in with a singular cube of energon in his servo, and a data pad in the other. He looked up at her newly made nest and smiled a bit when her head popped out over the edge. It was rather cute, and she didn't look at him with any suspicion or wariness, just curiosity. This pleased him slightly, to know that she trusted him over the rest, except for the other femme, Vela.
"I have brought you an energon cube and your data pad." His lips turned up slightly at the sides. "Ratchet said that while you are up there you should at least catch up on your Cybertronian Biology." He heard a snicker from above. He was getting somewhere. He placed his two items on the third berth and walked over to the medical console. He typed in a few things that Ratchet had asked him to, since they both assumed that Corvin would feel more comfortable with him in the room rather than the red and white medic. Ratchet had not been very happy about this, and was still kicking himself for not wording his sentences better.
"You are afraid of us?" Optimus asked as he typed away. He didn't like the thought of anyone fearing him, especially fearing that he would force them into an intimate situation. He would never force someone. There was a sigh.
"No… I'm not afraid of you guys. You can tell Ratchet that he can come back in." She told him tiredly.
"Then what is the matter?" There was no answer for a bit and Optimus was sure he wasn't going to receive one when she replied.
"Even if Ratchet didn't mean it in the way he said it, his words still were true. I might be the last breeder, and if the Well doesn't get running… I'll be forced to bear children, whether or not I want it." Corvin proclaimed. She groaned, covering her face with both of her servos. This happened too fast, she had been here only a week and this shit was happening! She had expected something like this would happen, but after a few months or so. A week was just too soon.
"I won't let that happen, Corvin, I swear it." He sounded so sure and Corvin didn't want to put him through this. Hell, she didn't want to go through this. She barely knew him, and he barely knew her and he was already making promises. Corvin shook her helm with a small smile, he was unbelievably selfless.
"I know you'll try your hardest, Optimus. That's why I won't blame you if you can't." she looked over the edge to see Optimus looking up at her with a strange expression, one she couldn't read. She pulled herself out of her nest as he watched, moving around the rafters towards the wall she had climbed to get up. Grabbing the beam she was on with her ped stabilizers, she swung backwards. Her strange peds held her like any servo would as she hung upside-down. Optimus continued to watch curiously as she dug her fingers into a grove in the wall and let go with her peds. Her frame swung back and forth for a moment before she let go, dropping to the ground with a thud.
She grabbed her data pad and the cube of energon. She took a small swig of the liquid energy, tasting the sweetness of it. Corvin hummed in approval at the irregular taste.
"What supplement did you put in here?" she asked him. She was very close to him, but she was too exhausted from her restless night and the day before to think anything of it. Her inner fangirl would just have to wait till later to gush over him. But Optimus was still looking at her.
"Ratchet thought it would be wise to add some iron and mercury to the mix. They will help your protoform." Optimus didn't add that he had also added one of his personal sweeteners to the mix; he had hoped that it would help her to calm down, and it seemed to be working. She nodded while blinking slowly.
"It's good." She stretched her wings out and stretched slowly. His optics went to something funny looking on her right wing and he smiled slightly.
"You put your armor on wrong." She stopped stretching to look at him. "Your right wing." He pointed. She looked to her wing and saw that he was right.
"Damn it." She cursed softly. She pulled at the armor there, tugging at the wrongly placed clamps. She didn't seem to have much luck. She cursed softly once more as she failed to undo the clamps.
"Here, let me assist you." He only took one step forward, waiting for her permission to move closer. She looked at him cautiously before nodding and letting him approach. Optimus' servos glided over the clamps, slowly pulling them loose from her protoform. Corvin couldn't help but purr softly at the Prime's gentle touches; he was being so nice to her. It was actually rather strange that he was being so nice, bat as she thought about it the more it made sense. He didn't want to make her fear him, nor his fellow Autobots. He also didn't want to lose the only known breeder left in existence.
Corvin sighed; she could at least pretend for a little while that he was being nice to her because he wanted to, not because she was a breeder.
Optimus undid the last clasp on her wing armor and pulled it off. He moved the armor into its proper place and easily snapped it back on. But… he didn't stop massaging her wings. He had seen how she had relaxed under his touches to her sensitive wings; he also saw how tired she was. He hoped that he could lull her to sleep through his ministrations.
Corvin purred louder, her chassis vibrating from the force of it. It felt niiiiiiccceee. She swayed lightly where she stood. Optimus gently told her to sit and she did, if only to have him continue rubbing her wings. His thumbs pushed firmly into the surprisingly malleable metal, he worked them from the top of her wings, all the way to the base, where he pressed a bit harder and deeper into the thicker metal. The femme's wings were pushing into his servos, and her helm was lolling off to one side. She slumped over on the berth, her optics growing dim and her lids growing heavy.
"Sleep, Corvin, you have had a stressful night." Optimus' smooth baritone was all it took to send her into a deep recharge. Optimus continued to gently massage her wings for a moment longer, ensuring that the seeker was sleeping. The Prime smiled as she continued to purr even in her sleep.
He was very glad that he read up on seeker biology and programing after the two femmes arrived on base, if her had not he was sure that he would still be coaxing her down from her perch. He remembered that somewhere in the data packet it stated that a seeker's wings could be used to calm them down. Optimus felt a bit awkward as he recalled that they could also be used in foreplay. He hoped that Corvin had not thought he was doing that, or even knew it. He'd have to read more; he didn't want to do something that he thought was completely innocent while she thought it meant something completely different.
Optimus stood; placing one of the thermal blankets on Corvin he turned and left the Med Bay. Ratchet was working on the main terminal, scanning for energon signatures. The medic turned to face him as the Med Bay doors closed behind him. Blue optics stared expectantly into his.
"She is sleeping, and says that you may enter the Med Bay." He paused, "She doesn't fear us, and she understands that you didn't mean it the way it was said." Ratchet relaxed.
"What was the matter then?"
"She simply worries for the future, and those who will not be as courteous as us." He informed, Ratchet sighed.
"Any bot in her position would be. And the Decepticons… Optimus if they find out…" Ratchet was horrified by the thought. He hoped and prayed to Primus that they never did.
"We won't let them find out, old friend." Optimus laid a large warm servo onto the seasoned medic's shoulder.
"For her sake, Optimus, I hope you're right."
AN: Ok, I'm hoping for a better turnout with this chapter. I'm thinking it's because I was gone for so long and stuff so no one really saw this. Anyway, any questions I'm happy to answer!
DesendraRecess: Aww, thank you! I laughed writing it, and it's good to know that other people hold the same sense of humor that I do. I do very much plane on continuing this story. But this is an off-to-the-side story that I'm doing whenever I need a break from my main story, so I don't have a set time to update, just kind of do it when im finished with a chapter. But I do hope you continue to enjoy my story!
Till all are one!~
