A/N: I actually kinda had a writers block on this story for like a couple of hours, but then I got a review from Rapidfeather, and I felt horrible for putting off trying to get rid of writers block. Usually when I get it I don't stop trying to write until it goes away, but this time I was like "Screw it! I just updated it yesterday no hurry!" But now I'm like, "HOLY CRAP! Somebody's actually reading it. I better get rid of the fragging writers block now." So I got rid of it. THE END. Anyways, the chapters will get longer, as soon as I get some junction on the story, and finish For Sparks Sake!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own transformers. If I did I would rule the universe , and make sure the Japanese actually create a transformers and I would love that transformer forever. And cheat on my drivers test with him/her.
"How long until she is expected to online?" Optimus observed the femme laying on the Medical berth. Ratchet walked up behind him wiping his servos on a giant rag.
"Who knows. I gave her energon, so I suppose she will online when she wants to."
Optimus nodded. "I see. Please contact me as soon as she onlines."
"Of course." Ratchet answered. Optimus turned to walk away. "But, if you don't mind me saying, you seem uncharacteristically impatient." Ratchet observed.
"When she talked to me a couple of days ago, she spoke of an oncoming war. We just ended one, and we are still trying to fix what was harmed by it. We are in no position for another one."
"I doubt a regular femme would know that a fragging war was starting. Besides, she was out of it at the time for Primus sake!" Ratchet argued.
"If it were Jazz or Prowl in that position would you doubt their words?" Optimus inquired.
Ratchet was silent for a moment. "I would not, but only because they are very trusted mechs. I do not know this femme."
"Are you saying that I am not worthy of your trust?"
Ratchet and Optimus snapped their heads to the new addition to the conversation. "My design-"
"I know who you are!" The femme snapped as she interrupted Optimus. "I also know who the bolt headed medic is."
"Listen femme. If you were-"
"If I were in your place I would have listened to a fragging warning when I received one! Not that it matters now." The femme slowly sat up. Optimus watched her every motion. "He's probably already on this measly planet."
"Who?" Optimus asked.
The femme looked at him shocked. "Not the smartest Prime, are you? At least the others recognized me."
"That did not answer the question, little glitch." Ratchet mumbled the last part.
"Watch it, medic, I might decide to send you to the pits, You know, the place you were spawned."
Ratchet scowled. "Enough!" Optimus raised his voice. "Who is 'He'?"
The femme in front of him smiled.
"My other half. You do not hear a story of me without him."
"I do not know who you are, so how am I supposed to know who he is?"
The femme scoffed. "His designation is Unicron."