(OC POV)
"Wait, hold on. So you're telling me that Prime has been trying to reach me?"
"That is exactly what I am saying. Your uncle has been hiding the transmissions from you, though I am unsure as to what his reasons are Thundercracker."
"Oh, I have a pretty good idea."
"Now Skystreak, do not go doing something foolish."
"Foolish? Me? Never!"
(Later That Day)
"Ok, maybe I'm a little foolish." I muttered to myself as I tried to out fly the human jet fighters that just so happened to see me on radar, curses leaving me as I merely kicked on my afterburners and left them in the dust as I got away quickly. Before I could completely get away a missile screamed towards me from the ground rapidly, exploding into my left wing harshly before I could turn away from the blast causing me to start falling.
"Scrap!" I yelled before trying to alter my flight path for the least damaging landing procedures at the moment, the pain from my damaged wing threatening to throw me into unconsciousness as I tried to work through it. One hundred feet from the ground I transformed and curled into a ball with my wings wrapped around me, another scream leaving me as I hit the ground harshly causing me to black out from the agony of it all.
(The Next Day)
"We really need to stop meeting like this." I muttered as I woke up to Ratchet shining a light in my optics to monitor my natural reactions closely, the light disappearing when I batted his hand away in irritation and moved to sit up with a cautious slowness.
"You really need to stop being a glitch." he shot back as he put the light away and crossed his arms over his chest in obvious irritation, my brow ridges rising though I saw the concern in his optics as he watched my movements closely.
"You know you wouldn't have me any other way, doc bot." I said cheekily and promptly ducked from the half-hearted swat he sent my way with a lazy servo, his optics rolling at my smile though he did chuckle quietly before moving to start checking my injuries.
"So, outrunning human piloted jets huh? That is a new one for the records." he murmured as he turned off all the sensors on my back and wing-joints with a slight pinch to my neck, my shoulders rolling in relief as my soreness went away though the feeling of stiffness stayed stubbornly.
"Yeah, well, in order to stay off of my Uncle's radar I had to get on the humans. But it got me where I wanted so I guess it wasn't that bad of an idea, right?" I said absently as I listened to him tinker with whatever part of my body he was working on at the moment, an un-amused snort quietly coming from him as I practically felt him roll his optics at that statement.
"Yes, straight to the med-bay, where every bot wants to go." the medic said and his voice was practically dripping with the sarcasm he inserted into that sentence, my optics narrowing in surprise when I thought I detected a hint of hurt somewhere in his tone as well.
"Hey now, unlike some bots I like intelligent conversations every once and a while. Which leads me straight to the med-bay." I said playfully and heard as he snorted again but this time it was to conceal his laughter as he looked at me, my own giggle leaving me as I rose a hand to cover my mouth before a real laugh burst out of it instead.
"Hey!" we both heard a voice and looked to the doorway to see Jazz with his arms crossed over his chest, our laughs leaving us before we could stop them at the look on his face that showed his irritation clearly.
"I think I offended him."
"I do believe that you did."
"I can hear you, ya know." Jazz said as he moved into the room and up to my berth with a dancer's grace in every step, his servos pushing him up onto the berth beside her as he turned slightly to look at her through his visor.
"My bad." I said as I glanced at Ratchet who was merely watching the saboteur with a curious glint in his optics, said saboteur probably feeling the gaze but was focused on me for the moment as he tilted his helm.
"So you were Abigail." he said simply and my helm whipped around so that I could stare at him with wide optics in surprise, Ratchet making a sound of annoyance before moving to the doors so he could lock them manually.
A/N: Sorry it is so short, my muse is being a b****. Maybe if somebody shouted out some ideas I could update sooner...?
