Chapter 22: Fuck-a-Toli Ravioli
True to her word, Vela did not mention Corvin's panic attack, which she was very grateful for.
Everyone was asleep aside from Arcee (who was on night duty after Ratchet), and her and Vela. Vela gave her a questioning look, still worried about her. Corvin shook her helm, she didn't want to think about her… dream? Vison? Whatever it was she didn't want to talk about it.
She left Vela at her rooms and walked down the hall to stop in front of her's and Optimus's shared quarters.
And there she stood, just staring at the door with a million thoughts in her head.
Corvin turned on her heel and walked away from the door.
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Corvin didn't sleep at all that night. She told Arcee to go back to recharge and that she'd take her shift until the next bot had duty. But Corvin didn't wake the next shift, or the next, and her optics burned the next morning as the first bot came into the room.
Ratchet gave Corvin a curious look, since she wasn't supposed to be on night duty last night, it was a surprise to see her.
"Corvin? What are you doing on duty?" he asked, only receiving a grunt in reply. This made the medic's optics narrow a bit, "In a mood?" he got nothing in reply, making him walk over and stand next to her, looking her right in the optics.
Corvin didn't look at him, just kept her optics on the screens and her servos moving. Ratchet could see the dimness in her optics and the deep, almost angry frown on her face.
Due to her normally relentlessly cheery attitude, this was concerning.
"What? Didn't recharge right?" he asked, his normal snark in his voice.
"I didn't." she said quietly.
"You didn't recharge? Why the frag didn't you recharge?" he demanded, a more serious tone entering his voice while he frowned deeply. Corvin stopped typing for a moment and turned to look at him, all frustration gone and replaced with weariness.
"Please leave me alone, Ratchet." she said tiredly. Ratchet hesitated for a moment before turning and walking into the medical bay, the sound of Corvin resuming her typing following him.
Corvin's actions were abnormal and Ratchet couldn't help but worry for the younger femme. But Ratchet also knew that everyone had an off day once an awhile, and he knew better than most how much prying annoyed a grumpy bot.
Ratchet decided to keep it to himself for now.
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Corvin felt awful. She was tired and jittery and kept checking over her shoulder every five minutes.
She didn't want to admit it… but that vision really messed with her.
And Corvin said 'Vision' because it felt too real to have been a dream. Not when the ghost of servos still trailed over her right wing and hip, causing her to twitch.
Unicron's words still echoed in her helm, and she felt ashamed for the split second she explored the idea of giving in.
She'd never kill Optimus, never. Nothing would change her mind on the fact.
The very thought of Optimus offlining at her servos made her jumpy and anxious. Corvin didn't want to think of the horrible things Unicron had said to her, but every word was seared into her processor and playing on a loop, doubling her anxiety whenever she thought of what he had said about her 'desires'.
Was that what she truly wanted? Yearned for in the darkest parts of her processor, under lock and key from her everyday thoughts? There was a good chance he had just said those things to freak her out, and it was working. But what would he gain from lying like that? Wouldn't it have been easier just to blackmail her or something?
Corvin's wings -which had been lowered against her back ever since she had woken up- twitched at the sounds of ped steps. The others were awake now. She knew Ratchet was already in his medical bay, so it was one of the others.
Corvin felt bad for her rudeness to her favorite medic, but she really didn't want to talk about it.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm the anxiety that burned in the center of her chassis.
"Goodmorning, Corvin." Bulkhead said, walking into the room. Corvin pulled up her metaphorical big-boy pants and turned to Bulkhead with a smile.
"Mornin' Bulk. How'd you sleep?" she asked pleasantly.
"Like the dead, patrol last night was something else, Corvin. Had to hike up a mountain side." he chuckled, "I didn't hear you come in. What time did you get back last night?" he asked innocently.
"Late," she said, her gut burning anxiously at the thought of last night. "Fell asleep in a field." she shrugged her shoulders and put on a sheepish face. Bulkhead chuckled and clapped her on the back before moving off to get his rations.
Corvin felt some of her earlier tension melting away. She rubbed a servo over her helm, still feeling anxious, but desperately wanting a distraction from her thoughts now that she felt a bit better.
She let out a big sigh and pushed away from the console, knowing that maybe talking to someone about would help. Who better than her grumpy medic, who she owed an apology to.
She walked into the medical bay and to the back storage room, where Ratchet was busy sorting out his supplies. She leaned against the door frame, giving the metal a few light knocks to get his attention.
"Hey, Ratch, can i talk to you?" she asked, causing the medic to turn and look at her with slightly surprised optics.
"Hwell, i don't see why not." he said, making Corvin smile at his little trade mark "H" sound before some of his words. She pushed slightly off the frame and walked into the back room.
"I owe you an apology," she said
"No no, Corvin." he cut her off, holding up a servo. "I know as well as anyone else what it's like to have an off cycle." her lip curled into a small smile.
"Thank you, Ratchet," she said softly, going quiet for a moment. Ratchet turned and put what he was holding back on a shelf. "But that is not the cause of my… mood." this cause Ratchet to turn back, an optical brow raised.
"Hwhat seems to be the problem then?" he prodded lightly. Corvin shifted nervously on her peds, looking behind her for a moment to see if anyone was in the room within audio-shot. This made Ratchet even more curious as to what she was implying.
"Last night," she started, turning back around. "Something… happened."
"With Optimus?" Ratchet asked slowly.
"Oh no no!" she waved her servos in the air, "It happened while i was out on my flight."
"Then what happened?" he asked.
"While i was out, I stopped in a field for a bit and ended up falling asleep." she said, the look on Ratchet's face growing worried. "And while i was in recharge, i experienced some sort of dream. But it didn't didn't feel like any dream i'd ever had before! It was so… so real." her voice grew quiet, her optics unfocused as she recalled the dream/vision.
"Like what Bumblebee experienced with Megatron?" Ratchet asked seriously. She paused for a moment, thinking on his words. After a moment she nodded.
"Yes, it is similar. But it doesn't occur when i am awake." she said. She could pinpoint the exact moment when Ratchet went into medical mode, pushing her into the medbay and making her sit on a berth.
"Corvin, i need you to tell me everything." he said in an extremely serious, "No nonsense" voice. She frowned but nodded and began to explain everything: Unicron, his threat, his promise. By the end, Corvin felt like a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Ratchet's face said he felt otherwise.
"Unicron? But how? He is practically a myth." Ratchet mumbled, grabbing some equipment to scan Corvin with. Corvin shifted in her seat, knowing exactly why, but was unable to tell.
"Maybe, through the dark energon that is now on Earth?" she offered, feeling guilty at the blatant lie.
"That could be the catalyst," he said lowly, worry etched into his features, "Unicron." he let out a shaky breath. "It's taking every inch of me to not deny your fluxes, but after what happened with Bumblebee, I wouldn't want to chance it." he grabbed a scanner and scanned Corvin several times on different settings.
"Im not picking up any signal of a foreign pathogen in your frame, just high levels of stress. You'll need a solid defrag to reboot your systems, or you may have engine failure later." he said, looking at his scanner. Covin gave him a worried look, which he read easily. "It will be a medical induced stasis, no fluxes." she relaxed and nodded, laying back onto the berth when Ratchet instructed her to. He plugged in a cable into her medical port and slowly shut down each system that kept her alert and defragging any systems that were being overtaxed.
As Ratchet was going through her processor, his consciousness brushed against a memory, the memory that had been on the forefront of her mind all day. Ratchet hadn't meant to, but he caught glimpses of the memory, flashes of painfully tight servos around his wrists and too hot breath on his neck cables. He yanked himself from the memory, a sick feeling in his tank as he pulled himself out of her consciousness.
He understood what she meant now by how it felt too real. It had been only a glimpse, but it still left his spark stuttering in his chassis at the pure evil feeling those sensations brought with them. He looked over to Corvin, pity in his optics.
It was a few hours later that Optimus came into the medical bay.
He looked down at Corvin with surprise before looking up at Ratchet with worry.
"What happened?" he asked
"Kid had a rough night, you could say." Ratchet said, rubbing the bridge of his olfactory sensors. The Prime gave him a look, his optical brows pinched together in confusion. "Did she come back to your rooms at all?"
"No," Optimus said, "she did not come to my rooms last night."
"I figured," Ratchet huffed a bit turning to a console to read the scans again.
"Why Ratchet?" Optimus asked seriously.
"Seems that Corvin experienced a very strong, lucid flux. Something similar but not akin to Bumblebee's experience with Megatron." Ratchet said, "Normally i'd write this off as a bad flux, but after what happened with Bumblebee and Megatron, I dont want to take any chances." Optimus looked over to the berth where Corvin laid in stasis, a concerned look on his face.
"Did she tell you what she experienced?" Optimus asked, still looking over at her.
"Yes, Optimus, and it isn't pleasant." the medic sighed again before relaying what Corvin had told him, word-for-word. As he explained, the look of concern depend on the Prime's face.
"Unicron? How is that possible?" Optimus questioned, to which Ratchet shrugged.
"Beats me, Prime. The only form of contact we have with the Undertaker is through the dark energon Megatron brought to Earth. There is a chance that the close proximity, coupled by her worrying over you, triggered something in Corvin's processor, causing this flux to happen."
"You said that Unicron asked her to offline me?" Ratchet nodded at Optimus's question.
"That could be a reason she didn't go to your rooms last night." it was Optimus's turn to nod at the medic's words. "It's best to let her leave her for the rest of the day and boot her up in the morning." Ratchet continued, turning to Optimus, who was looking at Corvin with a strange look in his optics. The look made Ratchet force back a smirk as he quickly left the medical bay, leaving Optimus with Corvin.
Out in the main room was the rest of the bots. It was mid-day so the kids were not there yet. Bumblebee, Arcee and Bulkhead turned to Ratchet as he walked it, all raising their optical brows at Ratchet's smirk.
"I'm going to win the next bet at this rate." Ratchet said with a grin. This caused the other three to groan loudly in unison.
"That's not fair, Doc!" protested Bulkhead, "You won the last one!"
"Sorry, i can't help it that I can read Prime so well," Ratchet shrugged, not a hint of remorse in his smug voice. The others continued to complain for several minutes as Ratchet laughed evilly at their misery.
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When Corvin woke up, the base was silent and dark. She groaned lightly to herself, her helm feeling heavy from recharging so long. She put a servo at the side of her helm to try and lessen the ache there.
"Ugh, where's some tylenol when you need it?" she grumbled, blinking in the darkness. The only source of light was from the other room, the main room. She stood and walked out of the medical bay.
Arcee was at the terminals.
"What time is it?" Corvin asked, rubbing at her optics. Arcee turned, a surprised look on her face plates.
"Corvin, you're up," Arcee stated, "It's 5 in the morning."
"Damn," Corvin let out a sigh, her wings flicking. "I was out for awhile."
"Yeah, almost a full day cycle."
"That's probably why i feel like i'm being weighed down by a thousand tons of led." she chuckled. Arcee gave her a smile before turning back to the monitors.
Corvin hummed, she did feel a lot better now. That strange vision/dream from the other day didn't haunt the forefront of her mind. She was able to ignore it for now, even though it plagued the back corners of her mind.
Unicron was one scary son of a bitch, she could say. She wasn't looking forward to when he "emerged" later.
Both Unicron and Silas could take a long walk off a short pier in her opinion.
Corvin busied herself until the others got up an hour later. She was back on her personal data pad, doodling a picture of herself slapping Unicron with a giant blue dildo whist yelling "PREPARE THY ANUS" in a large speech bubble. It made her feel better, adding a humor to something scary or bad (within reason) takes away from it's power. That's why people make jokes about death and stuff, it takes power from it and makes it easier bear. She didn't remember when she had heard that, but it made sense.
Corvin was adding color to the picture when she heard a loud guffaw next to her, which made her jump, her data pad falling out of her servos. She looked up to see Ratchet, who was standing over her. No doubt he had laughed seeing her crude drawing.
"Ratcheeetttt, you made me drop my datapad!" she whined, pouting. She leaned forward and grabbed the datapad. "You're a butt, Ratchet." the medic chuckled.
"What in the world are you drawing, Corvin? 'Prepare thy anus'?" he asked, a smirk on his face. Corvin stuck her tongue out.
"It's me slapping Unicron with the Dildo of Death." she admitted. Ratchet's smirk fell off his face.
"That flux still bugging you?" he asked in all seriousness.
"Not as much, it's easy to ignore it now, but it's still there." she said with a small shrug. Ratchet thought for a moment.
"I guess that's all we can hope for in such a short amount of time." he let out a small sigh, patting Corvin on her helm, able to reach since she was sitting. Corvin when back to her doodle after Ratchet left to his medbay. She hummed a song that was stuck in her helm while she drew. Her little cartoon drawing was almost fully done when Optimus walked into the room.
"Hey hey there," she called out, a smile on her face as she stood. Optimus looked down at her, having not seen her.
"Corvin, you are awake." he stated, relief tinging his voice.
"Yup, doc bot helped me out. I assume he told you what was up?" she questioned, her helm tilting slightly to the side as her audios flicked.
Optimus nodded, "Yes, he informed me yesterday about your flux. How are you feeling?"
"Like a slept a million years," she grinned up at him, her arms folding in front of her as she shifted her weight to one leg. "But I feel better than i did the other day." she shrugged. Optimus hummed.
"Perhaps we should go somewhere tonight." he suggested.
"Go somewhere?" her optical brow raised.
"Yes, I already have a location in mind."
"What, like… like a date?"
"Yes,"
Corvin blushed darkly, her weight shifting over to her other leg. Holy fuck-a-toli ravioli, Optimus was asking her out, on a date. Sure, they were something akin to 'together', but that was as fuck buddies. The duo of dildo-ville. The hide-the-pickle partners. The Co-op of copulation. The force of fornication. The brace of banging. Really, she could go on.
But Optimus was asking her on a date, like a couple would. For real, she never saw this coming. She had hoped and prayed and all that shit, but didn't ACTUALLY think it would come to pass. More like a daytime daydream of a doey-opticed fangirl (that Corvin knew she was but would fucking FITE if someone said that to her. Catch these hands, bitch.).
Corvin realized she hadn't said anything for an awkward amount of time.
"Yes!" she almost shouted in a panic," I-I mean, yeah if you wanna." she said, trying to act chill and aloof, but was failing. Optimus could see right through her.
Optimus smiled, "Alright, be in the main room around 5 pm." he said. Corvin nodded.
"You got it Optimus." she said with a smile. Optimus smiled back and turned, walking towards the main terminal to relieve Arcee from her shift.
Corvin ran off to take a long soak in wash racks, skipping along the way.
(AN: *internal screaming into the void* #endmysuffering
yOooo guys, hold the tomatoes i know it's been a FUKING LONG TIME since i last updated. Really fffffuck me sideways and backwards, holy shitoli i've been a horrible writer lately XD literally no inspiration. College/Uni does that to you o-o
Dear lord, i was re-reading some of this story and i was just like… *cringe* whyyyy did i do some of the things i did? Oh god, id go back but im lazy as fuck. Sweet baby jesus, Corvin, can u be anymore of a dweeb? (and i say that with love, but damn Gurl) And, i've taken college courses in English so i'm just going back and screaming at my past self "Grammer! For fuck sake use a period already!" But i started this story in like my sophomore year of highschool so it's been like 3-4 years o-o
Thankfully, my humor is still here, it has evolved to incorporate more awful words/puns/memes. Good luck, try not to die from my infinite sarcasm, my friends.
Yes, this story has some sort of plot? But like, im kind of just flowing with it. But i got plans for Unicron and his assholeness.
.char: Thanks! Im liking the re-write so much better. I envision Megatron so much different than when i had originally wrote him. I cant envision him doing non-con stuff to anyone. Like, he was in the Pits, so i think he'd know how awful it is.
Guest: yes, there will be more updates to this story, hopefully.
Maria-ioanna984: Guess who's back from the dead? It-sa me~ I'm really loving your reviews XD Oh boy, i haven't been in that relationship with the other 3 in a while, but thank you for being so supportive! It means a lot to have such caring readers :) I'll be incorporating some other bots into this story, but idk how much im gonna stray from canon plots. :D Hope you enjoy this chapter
Anduren: thank you! :D I've been trying really hard with this to make it original, and if not original, then funny as hell so my readers will get a kick out of it X3 I might bring in some other canon characters. I'm thinking Elita, but i don't know much about her. I haven't watched G1. But, im bringing her in for very different reasons that people would think Mwahahahahahahaaa
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NEXT CHAPTER GONNA BE FUCKIN GREAT, so plz review and notice me, my glorious senpai readers.
Till all are one!
