The next time Katja opened her eyes, she felt the headache pulsate behind her temple, and her eyes felt like someone had decided to pour a handful of sand into them.

She breathed in deeply, feeling a small stab of pain as she did that but loved the scent of fresh hay and rain that filled her senses. Somewhere she could hear the moving bodies of the animal and some chewing that was comfortable enough almost to lull her back into sleep. It took her a little while to understand that she was sleeping in the barn, but why was she sleeping there?

But as soon as she remembered the events of the night, she quickly opened her eyes and dazzled by the light that met her, and she put her arm over her eyes and moaned again with regret. Why did she never learn?. She lay there and listening for some time while her eyes got more comfortable with the light and she looked up at the old and dirty railings.

Katja turned her head to the left and saw the black robot was sitting in the same place where she had left him, and she was holding her breath as she listened. The low soothing sound the robot made flushed over her in soft waves, telling her that he still was alive.

She stretched her sore arms and tried to rub out any lumps that come during the night in her muscles as she inspected the black robot from her position. Something told her that this was one of the male forms of the cybertronians; the females had been more sleek and...female?. But then again, they had only been on the news for a small amount of time.

Katja stared at him for a moment before she decided that it was time to start her chores, he would wake up, and he did. She gave all the animals her food before walking into the house.

But before she did anything else, she took two more pills and quickly jumped into the shower that felt wonderful. The warm water rinsed away soot and the turquoise liquid that settled on her unprotected body parts. Her body was still really sore since yesterday, but it was also something she learned to live with. Katja quickly put her hair up in a messy high ball and put on one of the bigger thick sweaters she loved to ware, even in the summer.

The first thing she did was to clean up after her father, who was still completely knocked out on the couch snoring. He had one of his vast arms rested over his eyes, and saw the coffee stains and guaranteed whiskey soiled the white linen he was wearing.

Katja went back to the kitchen and started to mess around in the cupboards but didn't find much food there, which made her stomach scream even more. But no surprise there. She grabbed a small package of pops and started to eat straight out of the carton.

The sky was in a dark gray hue and threatened with a new session of rain any time now. But the animal wanted to out after their breakfast, and she let them. The cargo door was now halfway open as she glanced back at the sleeping body. She went slowly closer to see if he was still alive and felt satisfied when she heard the soft clicking noise. Katja nodded as she put on one more blanket, not knowing if the robot could get cold or not. But he was in bad shape so perhaps it could help?

All weekend she kept in the barn and sometimes broke into the house to do everything that her father would be upset again or get the idea that he would help in the barn.

And he showed no tendency to wake up even after the weekend, and when the school day came, she was a bundle of nerves. She could not also remember even one thing that the teacher said or anyone for that matter. The only thing that was on her mind was that of the sleeping robot in her barn and the danger of her father finding him out. But he didn't, and she had tried to watch the TV every day for any information about the Autobots and if maybe someone would mention something on the news but nothing was said.

Surely his comrades had to look for him... Right?

Wednesday came and went, and on the fourth day after school, she was working on an assignment on the opposite of the black body as she looked up at him, deep in thoughts.

He must be in some coma; there was no other way to explain it. Katja put the book down and went over to him to check on the temporary repairs she had put on him. She couldn't help but laugh a little. Now there is a new area of use for the silver tape. Mending cybertronians! Who knew?. Too bad she couldn't tell her discovery. But at least it seemed to work.

And her dad had stayed away from the animals. He had even apologized and given her both chocolate and a new damn phone witch she had no idea how to work with, and frankly, she didn't need it. Who would she call and talk with? Her friends? She thought ironically, shaking her head. No one wanted to know about her, so it didn't matter. But she didn't tell him.

But she had seen this behavior before, Katja exhaled as she felt like everything was in vain anyway. In a few weeks he would be there again, he always behaved this way when he had gone a little too ... far.

Katja scratched one of the goats standing at the opening of the pen, as she looked out over the landscape that was in front of her. Trees surrounded their whole farm, and the forest stretched as far aa one could see. But in some parts, it was more space and she could see the cows walk around and eating the fresh grass.

She looked to the left where she knew that not far from them, was one of the more massive rivers. On the good days, and if the wind was right, one could hear the hard rushing sound of thousand gallons of water rush down a fall with breathtaking speed and power. Katja closed her eyes and took a deep breath, school that day had been a tough one. Again, she had been harassed once again by some of the older students. They had deliberately dropped her work on the ground and stepped on it, destroying most of the paper, so she had to rewrite all the stuff. Katja rubbed her eyes and annoyed the tears that stubbornly tried to escape from her eyes but she did not let them.

There was no way that she would cry over them, never. She turned around to get back to work but let out a gasp of surprise as she noticed sky blue eyes staring down at her with an intense and waken gaze. For a second, none of them moved, and they only stared at each other; he was still sitting in the same position he had done the last week. He did nothing to show if he wanted to hurt her or even try and get up, no one spoke and after what felt like an eternity, she couldn't take the silence anymore.

"nice to see that you woke up,"

She started to walk forward, to him carefully; he didn't move his body, only his eyes followed her as she came closer to him. She saw how he cast a glance behind her towards the half-open door and then back towards her and she couldn't help to smile. He was alive! It didn't matter if she was the one who did it or if he still would have been able to handle the damage of his own. Whatever it was, he was alive and she had to hold back a joyful giggle.

"Can you understand me?"

Blue eyes stared down at her without saying anything.

"Can ... you ... understand ... me?" she asked again slowly and with more significant accusations then before, and when she did that, she could have sworn that she saw him rolling his eyes at her! Was that even possible?

"Yes, I understand you perfectly human" His voice was dark and filled with static and very much the one of a man, and if she did not mishear things, he had an Italian dialect?

"Oh...good... that's good" she nodded "How do you feel? You have been completely knocked out for days now; I was starting to worry that you never would wake up."

He examined her again and did not respond for a while, and she opened her mouth to ask another question. Perhaps he was slow on the uptake of the languish?. But he heaved out a loud ventilation sound.

"You don't have to repeat yourself," he said, "I do understand you perfectly" he was moving a little bit, let the sword back wherever he protected it with, and in doing so, making a creaky sound.

"Don't move too much, you are still injured," she said, rushing forward towards him when she saw that he tried to get up, and she put a hand on his leg plating.

He blinked down at her in something that could only be surprised and then down at his body, quite right to her words. He got a glimpse of the silvery mass that she had wrapped around his energies cables in his arm. And he could only guess that the damage he had in his chassis and waist looked the same. Oh, Ratchet would have a field day when he heard about this.

"Did you do this human?" he then asked as static filled his voice, he reset the vocal box and coughed at the strange sensation that ran through his neck. Her small hand was still resting on his leg, but he could not feel it and did not care. She was not a threat.

"Yes, sorry that it is not so good." she scratched nervously at her arm. "It wasn't like you came up with a manual how I could help you, and the name is Katja, not human," she said as she looked up at him again.

He nodded and looked down at his arm again as he lifted it slightly; the data report that came back was terrible, to say the least. His system was working overtime as it was, and his fuel level is dangerously low.

"I know it's not much, but I didn't know what to do" The human femme spoke again, Katja, he corrected himself, and he looked down at her. So this is the human race the Prime had mentioned in the data packaged he had received before he had crashed. They didn't look that important. The human looked week and unimportant.

" Do you have anyways, so can you contact your friends? I've tried to keep a lookout for any Autobots in the city and on the roads but haven't seen anything. Know them where you are?" the human continued with her question, and he stared down at her and had to keep from grimace, of all the creatures he could encounter; it was a human Blurr. His processor could not handle it right now. He leaned back against the bar and exhaled. None of his functions worked as they would, and the communication, both short and long, was out of order. He was stuck.

"no," he answered all her questions abruptly and closed his optics again; he should be happy that he was still alive and everything. As it was now, everything indicated that it was this little femme so-called patch job that was the main reason that he still was functional and not traveling together with his family and friends in the well of all sparks. He had no idea if he should feel disappointed or happy.

But suddenly her words were registered in his processor, and he looked down at her "Do you know Autobots? I thought they were undercover and kept away from the inhabitants of this planet?"

She shook her head, "I don't know them, but a few years ago so ... you could say that their existence came out in the light...Thanks to the Decepticons. No one sees them, but they know that the Autobots are there. I have heard, however, that they should have a base somewhere on the mainland but it can also be rumors," she sighed and sat down on one of the hay bales next to him. He completely ignored her presence and looked down at his knee that was most damaged and tried to process her words. He was stuck here for now.

"So, what's your name?" she asked after a moment of silence, and his eyes were directed down at her once again as he debated with himself if it was such a good idea to interfere with an insignificant and small being. But as it was, he could at least give her his designation. Perhaps she would mute it after that?

"Mirage... or Dino works just as well. pick whatever"

"Well, Mirage, what are you going to do now?" she asked, and he had to hold back an annoying groan as one more question came out of her oral port. He did not have the patience to listen to her. His processor pulsed painfully, and he could not even move without the pain shooting through his sensors like wildfire.

"What do you think?" his voice dropped out of sarcasm and mixing it with his Italian dialect, "At this moment nothing," he said to the obvious question. Didn't the human work the way she should? Maybe she was one of the more injured people who couldn't read a situation?

"Excuse me," she said and snorted low "Didn't mean to say anything offensive with my question, and you don't need to snap at me, are all the Autobots this ungrateful? "

"Yes, we are, when the only thing you say is the obvious" Mirage looked down at her " Are all the people on this planet equally stupid or are you just one of a kind?"

Katja stared at him with her mouth hanging open but closed it with a snapping smile and felt the anger bubbling beneath the surface. She knew that she probably was overwhelming him, but she had been så nervous for him this week, and now when he was awake, she had a million questions!.

But how dare he call her stupid because of that and here she thought that the Autobots would be the kind one of them. But perhaps it was some rotten egg amongst them too, especially when the first thing he does after he is waking up is to be a fucking diva and a snappy one of that. But she didn't need to hear that word from a stranger! That she had probably saved the life of.

She got up quickly, still glared at the black robot "okay, if it is that way" she went to the gasoline dunk she managed to snake out of her dad's car and she grabbed it with both of her hands as she threw it straight at him, aiming at his head but of course missing it as the dunk bounced off his chest and down into his lap.

" Fuck off," she growled the last words as she stomped away from the barn and wanted to scream at the sky, but she held it in and kicked a stone that was in her path—fucking damn Autobot, with his snarky attitude and selfish, ungrateful behavior.

She went into the house and slammed the door behind her so hard that the photos on the wall were rattling. Thankfully, her dad was not home, he had gone to the city to try and find a job, or he had been on her like a vulture over a carcass. Katja rubbed her face in frustration. Who did he think he was? The Queen of England? Noo, he was a massive dick of the fucking dick-land! Katja growled out loud again in frustration as she walked into the kitchen and put the dished hard down in the sink where it should be.

It was as if all the nervousness she had stored up within him like a tightrope finally came off and put it in sheer anger. Soto get rid of all the pent up emotions and energy, Katja began to clean the entire house. She knew she had more homework to do, but right now, she didn't have the power of focus even to do one of the tasks and she refused to go back out in the barn to collect them.

Katja cleaned the whole house, and as time ticked away, she could feel the emotions slowly ebbing away she glanced at the clock, and her dad still hadn't come home. Her stomach made a hungry noise and she opened the fridge and grimaced as there was nothing edible in there. She picked up an apple and bit into the red surface, enjoyed the sweet taste that filled her mouth.

As the darkness was upon them, she realized that she needed to bring in the animals. But she didn't want to going out to the barn yet. She had calmed down, and yes, she knew that she perhaps had pressed him too much. She pulled a hand through the white hair and gripped it tightly so that the pain spread from her scalp and down her back. Should she apologize? Perhaps, but maybe not today because she still felt like the smallest wrong thing would set her off again.

Oh, come on, you can ignore him forever. She sighed again, and before she lost her courage, she walked outside for the first time that day.

The air had started to get a little bit chillier as the autumn soon would be upon them. She could even see some of the trees shifting color into a more yellow or orange hue. Katja opened the door to the barn, and without also looking at the large intruder, she began to feed and prepare for the animals to enter. She rattled loudly with the cans, and by doing so, she could hear the cows come closer and bellowed on the outside, waiting to get in for the night.

The whole time she brought in the animals, she ignored the presence of Mirage, but she could feel his gaze following her movements. When she was finally done, the darkness was over them, and she closed the large cargo door and locked it with an audible click. Within her, she congratulated herself on having succeeded in ignoring the unpleasant Autobot the whole time. He wanted silence and no question, He got it, but hell was it hard to keep it all in. There was so much she wanted to know, and the more she was thinking on it the more question popped up in her mind. But it helped that he also hasn't said anything and perhaps they both needed to cool down some more, and he was probably still tired.

She started to walk towards the exit, but suddenly a sizeable grayish hand was placed in front of her.

Katja slowly followed the arm up to his face for the first time that evening. "What?" she snapped, would he continue to tell how worthless and idiotic she was? How useless was she?. She could not help that she had to do the animals if her mear presence annoyed him; he had to suck it up for the time being. She had already made up her mind not to talk to him this evening so that they both could calm down. Or at least her.

"I want to apologize," his voice was low, and he looked straight at her. "I took my annoyance out on you and it wasn't my intention," continued Mirage as he slowly pulled back his arm from her path.

"Was that all?" she asked, crossing her arms in front of her.

He looked at her for a moment before silently bowing his head, "hmm... thank you for your help? I appreciate it," he said and gave her a wry smile.

"Not that part."

He had an uncomprehending gaze while he inspected her, what more could he say?

Katja stared at him but then exhaled, the anger she had had towards him had begun to ebb out anyway, and she was not one to hold a grudge. Their feelings were still there, but she could also admit that she reacted a little too emotionally. "Okay, forget it, you're forgiven."

He gave a low rumblings sound as he could not understand this femme, was all of the humans this….difficult? "That was easy, are you certain?" he asked her again, only to make sure. If he had to stay here, he at least needed information as of the moment; he could not get it on his own, so the only way he would get it, sadly enough, was through this human.

"Do you want me to be angry with you?" she raised an eyebrow, and he examined her again before he gave something that resembled a crooked smile.

"No, thank you."

"Good," Katja turned around and put down her bag, "but I still have a question."

"Only one?"

"Alright, no, it like a zillion now."

He gave away a hitching sound as she slowly shook his helm, "Oh primus, help me."

"Whoever this Primus is, he can help you if you want. But as long as you are here, you can see that as my payment" she grinned up at him, more sure of herself as she sat down on the hay

"Now to question number one..."