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~Where do we go from here?~
It's only been two hours when I'm woken up by the sound of a horn. "What the heck, Ratchet?" I sigh and step out to the garage. "What's up?"
"You didn't have breakfast. You barely had lunch. You need to eat something."
"How am I supposed to do that when I have little money and even less food, Big Guy?"
"I'll take you out."
"Excuse me?"
"Lennox's team made sure we could take care of ourselves when we were forced to leave the base for our own protection. We each got a credit card and at least a thousand in cash, depending on what career our holoform fit into. The warriors got a thousand, but those of us who looked like scientists or doctors got up to a hundred thousand."
"Ratchet." I huff at the Hummer ambulance. "How much did you get?"
"Mari…"
"This is important, Doc. I need to know."
"I have more than enough to cover your schooling, and to ensure you are well-fed."
"Ratchet. I'm serious. Doctors make around $200,000 a year. How much did they pay you for?"
"…Eight years…"
My eyes widen as I quickly calculate the amount. "Primus, Doc! That's 1,600,000. You're loaded!"
"I have enough to pay for you schooling and care for you. I also have a way to get my meds, though I cannot be sure it will last."
"Ratch…"
"I will be fine."
Ratchet pulls into the lot outside Bob Evans and lets me out before a human-like form climbs out of the driver's side. After a moment of my staring at him, he steps over and lays a hand on my shoulder. "Come on. We need to get you inside. It's way too warm for you out here."
"I'll be fine, Ratch. I've had worse."
We head inside and get a table. While he skims the menu, I pull out my phone, connect to the Wi-Fi, and start reading through a story on my Fanfiction app.
We order our food, and start eating as soon as it comes. I had gotten a turkey dinner with stuffing, mashed potatoes and turkey gravy, and carrots, and he chose a beef dinner with mashed potatoes and brown gravy, and green beans.
"I doubt you would call this a date, but I am unaware of human customs."
"I don't even understand human customs, and I'm human, so that's moot, Doc."
"Techno-organic, Missy, and…that's a help." He sighs. "Would you want to go to a movie or something after this, or would you want to go back home?"
"I don't even know what's playing…" Ratchet sighs for a moment before grabbing my phone and pulling up a list, then hands it back to me. "Suicide Squad." I reply after a moment.
"What is that?"
"It's DC universe—superhero stuff—a bunch of villains forming a squad to "do some good" according to what it says. Really, I only want to see it because it's DC."
"All right. I'll take you to that."
"Then I'll have to get started on my homework, and I may want to go to the college tomorrow to get my Freshman Seminar homework done."
"And I assume you want me to go with you."
"Well, I don't really want to go alone, and I don't really have any friends here."
"I will go with."
"Thanks, Doc." I pat his hand. "I know you more than likely would need the rest, but I'm glad you'll come with me anyway."
"So long as you don't insist I rest all the time. I will get through this."
After the movie, the two of us head home, and, rather than stay inside, I pack several outfits and a few pajamas, then head out to the ambulance with my blankets and pillow. "Hey."
"What are you doing?"
"Staying in your V-mode. I want to be close to you, and I don't know how much time we'll have together before this thing takes you from me, and…well…"
He opens the back door. "Come on, get in before you drop that stuff." He sighs heavily. "We live a lot longer than humans, Sheyenne. I will more than likely outlive you by several vorns."
"You did say I was part of your race…"
"True." He sighs heavily. "I am tired, and I know you must be. Goodnight."
