It was quiet in the base as Miko jumps on to her favorite seat in the place. Well, the second favorite with Bulkhead being gone and all. She holds up her pen to the tip of her lips and looks down at the notebook in her hands. Laying back she stretches out, kicking off her shoes before placing her feet down on the furniture. The moment she was comfortable the words flow free.

'Bulkhead, when are you coming home?' She pauses before elaborating. 'I mean I know you are on your home planet now and all that jazz, but when are you coming back here. I thought you would visit. You and Wheeljack and the others. Ratchet is fun and all but he's not a wrecker. He's not you. I don't even know if you guys have gotten these letters yet, or if you did and just haven't read them. I can't think of any other reasons why you haven't written back yet.'

Miko rereads her words wondering if she should mark out the last two sentences or not. She settles for a very small line going through them. That way it looks like she meant to cross them out but they were still readable. Jack wouldn't approve, but she wanted answers. Her big guy wasn't around anymore, after all. He could at least write.

'I hope you're okay. That everyone is fine and that you're all still kicking Decepticon butt. I know none of them can take you down! So I know that you've been covering everyone's' back. When you guys are done rebuilding will you be able to visit then? Or to come back and take me with you? Us wreckers have to stay together, and there hasn't been any trouble from Decepticons since you all left. It's boring here. I bet you are seeing all sorts of things! What does your planet look like? Have you found any new ones? Are you exploring or just staying around Cybertron right now? I bet Wheeljack isn't just hanging around. How is he? I'm going to write a letter to him next, so don't worry. I haven't forgotten about anyone. I know Raf and Jack are writing to the others as well. I think I even managed to convince Ratchet to write a letter, or at least an email. None of us here have forgotten about you guys, and we still want to fight the real fight. So come back real soon. Please, big guy.'

It was when she heard wheels running over metal that Miko stops writing. Leaning her head on the arm of the couch she watches Ratchet roll in. The Autobot was quick to transform into his preferred mode. He was halfway to his computer before noticing her presence. When he does the Autobot he does a small double take that anyone else would have mistaken for only a twitch.

"Yo." She gives him a small wave.

Ratchet turns his face back towards her computer. Hanging his head the Autobot medic speaks, "Miko, are you not suppose to be home at this hour. From what I understand it is considerably late for you humans."

"Yeah, but I couldn't sleep. Plus it's a Friday night. I told everyone I was staying at a friend's house tonight and came here. Walked around. Now I'm here." Miko explains shortly giving her letter her attention again.

"Are you writing another letter?"

"Yeah. Bulkhead hasn't replied yet." Miko explains even though she knew Ratchet was well aware of the absence of any response. She glances over to him. The medic wasn't moving from the spot he had been at before. He stands quietly, staring at the ground.

"Hey, Ratchet,"

"Miko I think it best you leave. I don't think staying here tonight will be best for you. Since I am the only Autobot here the heat has been turned down to the lowest temperature it can be while still keeping me comfortable. It'll be far too cold for a human."

Miko bites on the end of her pencil a little still trying to decide if she should write anything else. "Don't worry about that Ratchet. I came prepared." She moves her foot to point over to a small pile of boxes. "I've got blankets and pillows all to keep me comfortable."

Ratchet sighs, causing Miko to wonder if a robot can sigh. Well, Bulkhead did a lot around her.

"Besides Ratchet, I think some company will do you good. No one benefits from always being alone." Miko insists with a smile on her face as she begins drawing a picture at the end of her letter. She still had around half of the page space left.

"I suppose that is correct to some extent for us as well as you humans. We can last much longer alone then your species can."

"That's why you're the giant robot, and I'm the human wrecker."

"Yes well keep your wrecking to a minimum tonight."

"No promises," Miko announces as she continues her drawing.

"Well, I have work to do so,"

"Keep quiet and out of the way. Yeah, I got it Ratchet."

It was late when Ratchet was finished adding all of his latest findings to his previous data. As much as he was originally reluctant to interact with humans the old Autobot had to admit they and their world was immensely fascinating. With so much to study, even over their odd ways of building machines.

As he closes his programs and moderates the systems Ratchet could not stop the feeling that was running rampant through his circuits right now. He opens a drawer beside his workplace to see the four letters that lie within. He had yet to send them, and as much as Ratchet tries to convince himself it was because he had no way as of yet to send them to Cybertron that did nothing to ease the feeling that he was letting their human allies, no friends, down.

Ratchet softly closes the drawer before looking over to Miko. He could barely make out the blur of her from his spot. Attempting to move as quietly as possible the Autobot ignores the fact that it does not matter since he would be loud no matter what. At least compared to the humans. As he gets closer the light from his computer now provides a better view as he was no longer blocking the light.

Ratchet could see with only minor help from his night vision that Miko had fallen asleep with only a pillow under her head. Despite his warnings, she did not bother to grab any of the blankets she mentioned was in the boxes with the pillow. He walks over and flips one over catching three of the small fabrics covers in his right hand. Walking back over he bends down and rest the blankets over the top of the couch. Keeping only on to carefully set on her as well as he could. Carefully he hangs onto the blanket with two digits from each in to keep the blanket expanded. Setting it over her side first he lies it on top of her.

That was when Ratchet saw what Miko had been doing with her notebook earlier. He could make out a few of the words from the poorly head book. With one arm wrapped over, and holding it to her chest the drawing of Miko, Bulkhead, and Wheeljack was very clear. Ratchet feels another wave of guilt before setting the last two blanket over her. Making sure that every part but her head was covered. From what he saw some humans did not like to sleep with the blankets over their head. Ratchet guessed Miko was among them.

Finally knowing that she would be warm and seeing the evidence of her strong will to continue trying to make contact with the others it fills Ratchet with a form of determination. If he worked a little harder, talked to agent fowler in hope of obtaining the resources he needed, then maybe he could see all their letters soon. As bothersome as Miko was at times, he understood her loneliness. Even if she never speaks of it herself. While Ratchet's was self-applicable, Miko had no choice in losing all the friends she had grown close to since she first met the Autobots. To a child, Ratchet held no doubt it was difficult. He ponders on how Raf was really holding up as well. He and Jack were coming around less and less nowadays, but Miko remains steadfast. If its hope of their return, or simply because it was an escape for her, Ratchet wasn't sure. Yet despite all of his complaints and efforts to make her leave he did enjoy the company. Sometimes.