Boti: Okay, here is the next chapter and it's going to be a little sad. I think...

Also, please remember the golden rule on Chapter Seven. NO FLAMES! And if it turned into a Mary Sue, a reminder and a few tips to fix it will be appreciated. Thank you!

Disclaimer: I don't own. We all know...geesh!

Warning: Sexual content in chapter. Which is why it's rated M! You've been warned! And for disappointing people, it's with a robot holoform. Sorry about that. But I'll try to keep that to a minimum. I promise!

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Chapter Eight

Everything kept spinning for what seemed like ages. I hadn't been able to stop pacing since the meeting. Ratchet had gone to explain and drill the effects of the poison to Galloway but the damn man wasn't budging from his dream of having a super army. Even Lennox had tried.

Lennox and Casey had come to terms with my change. It took Casey a little longer, realizing that I could have died and feeling bad for not being grateful that I changed rather than the opposite. And she was very curious about how Ratchet and I had sex. Which has yet to happen, though him touching me and bringing me to wonderful climaxes wasn't all that rare.

"Thinking again?"

I stopped my pacing for once and looked at the door. Ratchet was leaning against the frame, watching me with an amused expression. I covered my face, hiding from him. He always had a habit of finding me when certain thoughts entered my mind. Was he a sex machine?

"Someone's getting a little aroused," his voice dropped to a husky tone as I gasped. Even his voice could cause me great pleasure. I wanted him to freaking touch me now. But I had refused it because he always took care of me. I just didn't know how to bring pleasure to a 30 foot tall robot, or however tall he was.

"No, Ratch. I'm fine," I failed in sounding stern as he approached the counter top. Again, my mind turned to mush as his holoform tackled me to the ground. He always used his robotic one but it didn't matter as he continued to touch me. His fingers always found a way into my pants, slipping one of those great things inside of me.

"This...i-isn't fa-fair to you," my breath sounded strained as he continued, ignoring my words once again. He wouldn't allow me to touch him. He wouldn't allow me to ease his own ache. He was always worried about me. Lucky bastard. Probably can literally turn off or on when he wants.

My hips rocked against his hand when he decided to place his palm against my... let's just say really sensitive area. Because, basically, he was my live vibrator. Everytime he did that, I knew what he was going to do.

My body jerked up as I cried out, my flesh like hands gripping his human equivalient of a wrist. He had done exactly what I expected and still love. His hand vibrated against that sensitive spot and it didn't take long for me to finally reach completion.

"Oo!" I could feel myself clenching around his fingers for the umptenth time as my horny nature finally dissappated. And I had always thought I was a hard please. Ratchet sure as hell proved me wrong.

"Better?" he whispered into my ear. I nodded as he helped me up to stand. I had a private shower and room here near med bay just in case my weird body went nuts. But since my transformation had ended awhile ago, it was useless. Except for moments like this.

"I need to go freshen up," I blushed, knowing I still could, though the color was more of a baby blue glow than anything else. Ratchet simply laughed at me as I quickly darted to the ladder on the counter for my use if he was busy.

The room was still kept clean, thanks to my...mechfriend? Kind of hard to call him my boyfriend. At least I think so. Anyways, yeah, the room was spotless. Ratchet always seemed so concern about my allergies since spring decided to hit me hard this year. And it was nice since I have a hard time keeping up with cleaning.

After my changes have stopped, I was returned to duty. So Ratch and I hardly spent time together. My training was only 3 times a week, every other day so I can adjust and get use to it with a new body. So I was on part time duty. Still, I had to file papers and work on things since my new abilitys could complete them faster. And Casey always dragged me away to hang out when she was in the mood.

My shower was rather quick as I hopped out, rubbing a towel against my hair. With my new sensitive hearing, I picked up Ironhide's voice out in the med bay. And it didn't sound good as I quickly pulled on my military uniform.

"Ironhide, I don't want you back. Why can't you find another mech more suited for your needs?" Ratchet had transformed and was standing by the ladder as I bolted for it. Ironhide glared down at me for a moment before his optics widened in shock. I didn't understand what his surprise was about until he finally spoke a little too softly for comfort.

"Her scent is on you."

I felt my head turn to the side, a little confused. I hadn't done anything with his actual body but it must have been some weird program thing. So I wasn't going to dwell on it. And it wouldn't matter because Ironhide didn't give me a chance to dwell on the matter about my scent.

"Are you slagging serious? You're with that freak?" Ironhide didn't point at me but it was painfully obvious that he was talking about me. Ratchet didn't stand down and answered yes.

"It's none of your business Ironhide. We are through and I moved on," Ratchet just looked at him. Ironhide had the face of disbelief before it transformed into fury. He quickly tackled Ratchet, pinning him to the side of the berth.

"She can't please you like I can! She can't do shit for you!" the human curse word rolled easily off his glossa as Ratchet met him glare for glare. Tears ran down my face as I tried to interfere.

"Ironhide, get off him! Leave Ratchet alone!"

"SHUT UP YOU GLITCH!"

Ratchet didn't heisitate as they started to fight, his fist connecting with Ironhide's face. The two twirled around each other, blocking blows and trying to give some. My whole body began to shake as I screamed. I felt so helpless, unable to protect him like I should.

The doors swished open as Prime and Jazz rushed in, grabbing the angry weapon's specialist. Ratchet was able to escape his arms, wiping away the energon that leaked from his mouth. My tears touched my lips, the taste a little sour as I watched Prime and Jazz drag Ironhide out.

"She can't protect you and if she loves you she would have tried! She's nothing but a weak ass worthless glitch!"

I felt like my spark was being crushed in my chest. It was true, I should have protected him. Even if that meant me getting crushed or injuried severely. I still should have tried...

"Hallie?"

"I can't do this," my lips trembled as I avoided looking at Ratchet. I knew he was probably looking at me in shock and denial. And the one emotion I didn't want to see. Fear.

"Hallie, it's alright. You can't be thinking of leaving me."

"But Ratchet, how can I be with you if I can't protect you?" my pleading gaze met his. I was pleading for understanding, to let me go and decide if I can truly protect him. If what Ironhide said was nothing but lies.

"You don't need to protect me. You just have to love me," Ratchet's optics held my blue eyes, my fading brown hair circling my sad face.

"What if my love isn't enough?"

Ratchet stood in front of my standing form on the counter and placed his hands on either side of me. Slowly, he lowered his head to my level, his optics boring straight into the very depths of my soul.

"Your love will always be enough to me."

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It was several hours after the fight and I found myself standing in the darkness of the hallways, staring at Galloway. He was focusing on some sort of papers as Lennox was talking with someone else. He was out of earshot so my discussion with Galloway wouldn't be overheard.

"Sir."

Galloway slowly looked up at me and I kept my gaze staring at the table. He didn't say anything as I finally met him eye to eye, determination and fear in my gaze.

"I'll go."

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Boti: OMG! OMG! So freaking depressing. Oh well. Let's see what happens next time.