Mirage stared down at the strange creature in an attempt to figure out what it wanted. He had no idea what it was doing there staring at him like it was another calm day on the farm, with it was, but that was not important. If he had his usual frame job, he would have gone ballistic over the dirt and scratches the animal created on his frame. But as it was of now, it didn't matter as his natural color had burned off as he passed through the planet's atmosphere, and he was full of deep scratches and torn metal after the fight.

But what he could not understand right here and now was why the strange creature was staring right at him with this scary eyes. A grass straw hung from its mouthpiece, and the beast began to chew on it, making the straw sway up and down before it completely was swallowed—all of which it did without breaking eye contact with him. So far, he could not detect any danger from the creature. However, Mirage did not dare to move as the strange creature Katja called a goat, at risk that he would hurt the thing as it was playing climbing posture on his frame or works, making it climb further upon his framework.

He saw the goat starting to sniff on his leg and take a step against him. "No, stay," Mirage said, and the goat listened and stopped only too look at him again before bleated a horrible sound.

"Stay," he mumbled, " good goat, now back down," he slowly raised his arm to try and push the creature off him, carefully, of course.

It was at that moment, Katja walked in on them, and she stopped dead in her tracks and opened her mouth in surprise. Oh, how she wished she had a camera to capture the moment. But then again, she had been playing with her new phone her father had given her, and that had a camera on it. Mirage looked over at her and put on something that could only be described as a displeased expression.

"Why are you only standing there? Get it off me," he scowled at her, and Katja grinned as she raised the phone and took a few pictures of them before she chuckled and put it back in her back pocket.

"Katja..."

"Alright, Alright, don't get you rear in a knot," she hummed as she walked forward "that is enough Blue, jump down," she said, waving at the goat that gladly jumped down from the cybertronian's frame and leaped out from the barn.

"I thought that you had them restricted," he grumbled as he followed the goat with a suspicious look in his eye.

"The goats? Good luck with that. They are like the animal version of Houdini; they can escape anything if they want" She closed the pen that had been left open since that morning

"I liked them better when they were scared of me," he tried to brush away the dirt the creature had drawn on him and only made it all worse. He heaved a sight. Frag this planet and its organic matter.

"You could have waved him down easily on your own, goats love to climb heights and other things, especially the younger ones," she said, setting down the wheelbarrow with the animals' supper closer to the feeding chamber.

He hummed lightly in response. "Didn't want to hurt it" he looked over his arms at the burn marks and the dried up energon that began to itch and irritate him now when he could move more. It had been a few days now since he woke up and had found the small human standing in the doorway. After most of his healing system had taken care of the worst thing, he could shut down the damaged programs. There was still a lot that wasn't right, but at least he was out of the red zone, at least. And he didn't want to admit it, but the little femme had been a welcome distraction throughout the days. Especially when it came as a distraction and with information, and he had to admit that humankind both fascinated and disgusted him.

Katja looked up at him and suddenly smiled as an idea hit her "Do you think that you can walk outside today?" He had been able to move more and more of his body parts, and last night spoke about started to stretch.

He gave her a nod, and her smile grew "good! Then come," she said and walked towards the big door.

"why?"

"Just come, you'll like it, and it is a good exercise for today" she urged him

Mirage looked at her a little hesitantly, not because he didn't want to stretch his legs. His body demanded that he now started to move before he could be climbing the walls in pure boredom. And he was pretty sure that the walls wouldn't hold his weight. But the other humans that lived on this property was a huge problem.

"what of your creator?"

"My creator? Oh, you mean my Dad? He is at a new work interview and is not home at the moment; come on, I promise you will appreciate it," she said and walked around the barn where she knew they had the long water hose and without looking at him then she sat on the water. The tube she hadn't care to hang up again had been out in the late summer sun, thus heating some of the clear liquid.

She felt the heavy vibrations in the ground as Mirage stepped clumsily of the opening and walked a little shaky towards her. It must have been tight for him to sit on the hard floor with not so much leg space, so it could not be helped that he was like a newborn fawn.

she turned around with the hose and looked up at him, and damn he was huge! his head was slightly over the roof of the barn as he gently ( as a gigantic cybetronian could) was holing one arm as a stabilization on its side " it is time to rise out that grime of you "

He gave her a curious expression and then nodded. If it was similar to an oil bath, then he probably needed it badly. And he wasn't ready to say no when she offered to do it for him.

Katja smiled happily that he agreed, she had thought about offering him a laundry earlier this week, but he still didn't seem to be okay. Then she had wondered if he could transform into a cool car like the others seemed to be able to do. But she pushed that idea away; of course, he was still too injured for it.

But before she dived right in on her new mission, It was probably best to lose a few clothes, because this looked like a full-time body job. Katja started to pull off her thick sweater and put it down on a safe, dry place and pulled back her hair so she could put it in a high ponytail. She even took off her shoes and socks and rolled up the jeans the best he could. The ground beneath her feet was still warm from a day full of sun, and the air was warm enough to work with water. Katja began to fiddle with the hose so that she got the right nozzle on as Mirage continued to glanced over at her with his curiosity and still slightly suspicion over what this... water substance could do to him.

But as he was looking at what she was doing, something ells caught his attention, and he zoomed in on to the small body of the femme that before had been hiding under thick clothes. First, he was surprised that anyone could be so light-skinned, but as his gaze traveled over her, he started to notice a lot of discolored spots and red marks that adorned her whole body. He had never seen anything like it before, but then she was the only real person he had encountered so far. But somehow the marks felt ... wrong to him. Without really thinking about it, he bent down slightly and with a finger, carefully touched her back, causing Katja to fast as lightning flinch away from his finger and stared upon him with shock written on her face.

" These marks..." he asked slowly, "What is the meaning of them?" maybe it was a human culture thing? Perhaps it was, but in the data package, he had gone no other human had this discoloration on them.

He could see a shrugged went through her body, and as he still was zoomed in on her body, he took notice that some of the small hair that covered her arms stood up, and suddenly she relied away from him again, and his optics was on her face yet again. Her expression was...pained, was she in pain? He could swear that he did not touch her so hard.

" its...nothing," she answered quickly, too quickly, and he tilted his helm slightly as warning bell started ringing in his processor like red marking, something wasn't quite right with this.

"That doesn't look like nothing," he replied with a now soft tone, staring down at the young girl who was now trying to hide her body by turning away from him. But that only made it worse as her shoulder blades were worse than her front. And by her action and tense body languish, she was on edge to run away from him. The thought made him pull back slightly, the last thing he wanted was to corner her, and he nodded.

Mirage got up entirely and let the femme collect her gathering before he saw her take a deep breath. She did not run away, and he saw that as he had made the right decision to back away—her grasp on the water hose hardened before it relaxed again.

"Just drop it, Mirage, " she asked with a thick voice. Something was wrong, and he was going to find out what, but not right now for he had a feeling if he did, then she would run away from him, so he nodded slowly.

The tingling feelings crept under her skin, and she had to try really hard to not tearing into her skin only to make it stop. Katja looked at her sweater, and for a moment, she debated with herself whether to put it back on or not. But his question had been a legit one and he didn't know what it was. She nibbled on her lower lip. Screw this, she turned around and started to walked tower him.

"Alright, let's do this" she reached up to just slightly below his knee, and it fit her well because she decided to rinse them off first as the first jet of water hit him as he jerked a little when it created a tickling sensation.

Soon dirt and soot fell from him and she let the water penetrate among the thousands of cables that held everything together and it started to feel like a massage session. In the places where it was difficult for her to flush out alone, she used her fingers and dug out small stones, twigs, and other things that she didn't even dare to ask what it was or how it had been put there in the first place.

Mirage had sat down slowly when the strength left his already sore legs, and it was also so that she could easily access the more difficult places of his frame. At one point, he let the little femme stand in his hand so she could quickly rinse off his neck region, and she was working on it with no stop. He off-lined his optics for a moment, and a low purring sound came from him. Katja grinned as she looked up at the huge cybertronian that now was utterly relaxed and almost acted just like a big cat.

"I take it that you like it?" she asked him and got a humming sound like answer, "good."

Everything with the cybetronian body fascinated her as he was such a complicated mystery; how did they even move around? They have to weigh like two-tone or something. He bent his neck a little bit more to the side so that she could get better access. One of the cables was very hot and felt almost vibrant and was covered under some of the smaller more lukewarm ones. She looked up at his face when she suddenly understood that this was one of the main energon leads he told her about. But that also meant that if she wanted (which she doesn't) she could easily hurt him seriously, even kill him if she did something with this specific lead.

But instead of feeling troubled by the thought, she was filled with a strange warm feeling by the motion. Either Mirage didn't think that she wasn't a threat, or he had started to trust her and after didn't care that one of his most vital lines laid exposed in front of her. Katja sincerely hoped it was the last mention that mattered because she actually liked the pompous cybetronian. She felt very humbled by his display of trust and continued to wash him with a new determination.

She dogged a little further into his chest cables and got hold of the branch that was stuck in there. "Did you crash-land in the thickest part forest or something?" she asked, "you are full of scrap and branches."

"Or something," he said as he online his optics to look at her "Not my choice of a landing place, but I was shot at by a Decepticon, so my route was altered"

"I say" She turned off the horse and looked at him; she could see so many small weld marks and deep notches in his armor. But his color had matted some and she was overall satisfied with her work. "So big guy, only your backside left."

He online his optics again and nodded as he slowly put her down on the ground again so he could get up with a little trouble, and she rinsed off his back. When they were ready, Katja hung the hose back where it belonged as Mirage stretched up his body in the air, which felt much better than before.

Suddenly a distant sound of a car caught their attention. Katja stepped aside to let the big Autobot get back in and she glanced at the dust cloud around the fast driving car that was on its way tower them, which indicated that her father was back. She waved to Mirage and jogged up the porch and into the house and to the kitchen as she started to act as it was there she had been all day.

She heard how the car door slam shut and looked out the window as she tried to see what mood her father was in. Her heart was racing fast and her hands felt slippery if it was from the water or sweat she did not know. But as she saw her father walk up, she could see that it was going to one of thus good days. Please be a good one.