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~So…What Now?~

I head back into the school, still understandably upset over the medic's announcement, but I have to be in class, and she hadn't ever given my paper back when I had her class on Monday, so I know she won't give me the right to leave class because of panic.

Just relax, Sweetspark. I will be fine.

Or I'll have to watch you die a slow, painful death despite my best efforts. I don't know if I can survive that, Ratch.

Well, that shouldn't happen for several vorns yet. You'll probably die before I do.

Probably isn't certain, Doc.

So now I am just Doc?

I'm not going to justify that with a response.

You just did.

Aw, shut it, Doc. I slip my phone into my pocket with my music playing, and turn my attention to the teacher.

I huff at the feeling of my phone vibrating in my pocket—three times now—and do my best to focus on the lesson. It vibrates again, causing me to audibly sigh. I slip my phone out and look down at the message screen.

Sheyenne?

Sheyenne, are you okay?

Please, answer me.

Is that it? You are going to ignore me because I do not want you to mourn over my condition?

No, you moron! I'm in class, and we're not allowed to have our phones out. You're blowing up my phone with texts while I'm supposed to be listening to a lecture. I'll talk with you when I'm out, and not before, or I'll lose my phone.

All right. I apologize for insinuating that you would ignore me over a medical condition.

I know some people would, but not me. I actually care, Doc. I'm just…scared, right now.

I can understand that very well.

I lost my grandmother to cancer and my mother to kidney failure. Excuse me for being worried, and scared of losing you too.

What do you know about my condition?

Very little…that's why I'm scared. I don't know what to expect… Now, I really need to get back to class.

I will wait for you in the lot.

I blink down at the message before sighing and slipping my phone away before turning to my laptop and the lesson.


I run outside and clamber into the Hummer ambulance before shrugging off my backpack and setting it behind the seat. "How was class?"

"Long. And. Annoying." I sigh. "Freshman seminar went about as well as I expected it to. We need the book, and I don't have the money for it, and I'm sure you won't, with the government refusing to help you guys out…"

"True. We are in a difficult point with the government at the moment. I may be forced to leave you to ensure your protection."

"No."

"Sheyenne."

"I'm not abandoning you, Ratch. Not in your condition."

He huffs in annoyance. "You would put yourself in danger for me? I'm not even human."

"No. You're better than humanity will ever be, and you need me. I will never turn my back on someone who needs me. Where you go, I go." I sigh heavily. "I'm in this for the long haul, Doc."

"Again with the "Doc". My name is not "Doc"."

"I know that, Ratch. It's your job."

"So what? You are going to call me that no matter what I say?"

"I'm going to hope it will become something special to you, actually—you know, something you'd miss if I wasn't there?"

He sighs heavily. "You talk as though we'll have vorns together, when you are at least partly human, and I am alien."

"You told me personally that I was one of you. Maybe…" I rub my arm. "Maybe I don't want to be considered human… Maybe I want to stay with you… Maybe…"

"Sweetspark…I know what you want out of this, but I am not sure it would be safe for either of us…I am sick, even if I do not act it at the moment, and you…you may be one of us, but you still look human. I cannot even imagine the number of ways this could go wrong…"

"Well, Doc, what about the number of ways this could go right?"

"What!?"

I huff. 'For being right about Galloway being misinformed, he's insanely dense!'

You overthink things
You say what if
We're not meant to be
Well you know what?
So what
Make a mistake with me

Nobody goes through this life
And does everything perfectly
We're all gonna fail
So you might as well
Make a mistake with me

Sometimes, Baby, when we take
A chance that has this much at stake
We'll look back
And in hindsight
What seemed wrong looks more like right

So I say worst case
We'll be left
With lots of good memories
This chance we have
Well, it's worth that
So make a mistake with me

I'm telling you
The right thing to do
Is make a mistake
Make a mistake with
Make a mistake with me!

"You really want a relationship? With me?"

"My reaction to your death had to mean something, and I don't mean that I'm like First Aid, or that I hate war and killing, or something small like that. I'd watched other bots get killed in the movies, and, while it upset me for sure, I wasn't crying beside the theater or hyperventilating at the idea of them dying, but I was with you. I mean, yes, I was that way over Optimus—the last one, not the first—but I never cried over Optimus—not like I did over you."

"How did you know about First Aid?"

"That's what you pulled from that speech?" I huff. "I watch G1 on my downtime, okay?" I sigh. "That wasn't the point I was trying to make, Doc."

"Then what was your point?"

"Neither of us should feel like we have to go through this life alone just because we're damaged. You'll need someone in the future, and I don't think you really want to put Aid through that…"

"I do not want to put anyone through end-of-life care, Sheyenne. The fact that you have already done that hurts me. You are still so young, and you are already doing so much."

"Are you saying you don't want a relationship? At all?"

"No, I am saying—hold up." He pulls onto a deserted road before stopping and putting on his hazard lights. "How did you react to my death in the movie?"

"I cried beside the theater I had gone to on opening night. The next time I saw it—I had gotten permission to duck into the theater where my brother was watching the movie—I wound up hyperventilating when I realized that you were dead at the point it was at, then I ran outside and cried again because you were dead…it hurts just thinking about it, Doc…"

"Hurts where?" I lay my hand over my chest, already getting worked up over the idea, as well as being haunted by the images from a scene that I learned just yesterday had actually happened. "Oh, Sweetspark… I'm sorry…"

"Ratchet?"

"I never knew…" He sighs heavily. "I should have realized when you told me yesterday… Primus…"

"W-what's wrong, Doc?" I pat the dash. "I'll be all right. You don't have to worry about me like that… I'll be fine. I've gotten through loss before, I'll—"

"No. The only way you would have reacted to my supposed death like that… Would have been if your spark had chosen me as a youngling."

"Like…like we were supposed to be together?"

"Yes."

"Primus, Ratch." I sigh heavily, but rest a gentle hand on the dash. "Well, as Taylor Swift says in a song, the battle's in your hands now, but I'd rather love than fight."

"All right, we can give this thing a try, but we are going to take it slow."

"Okay…" I sigh softly and curl into the seat more. "Thank you…"

We pull into the driveway, and he lets me out with my backpack. Once I'm inside, I curl into a brown leather recliner and turn on an episode of G1 before drifting off. It's been a long day, and I'm exhausted.