Hey guyz!So here's chapter six, i hope you guys like it!

just so u know, im thinking about doing some other story on the side of this for mikaela/ratchet, like a father/daughter theme, so if you have any ides about that, i appreciate requests

thoughts

'song lyrics

"cellphone"

autobot comm line

enjoy!

"He's acting so weird, though! I think he knows..."

"But you said that your uncle promised he wouldn't say anything... Do you think he woulda?"

"I don't know, I wouldn't really put it past him to find some dumbass loophole..."

Sarah snorted derisively. "Your uncle sounds nice."

"No, he is... He just... He would think that R- my dad should know, and I promised...my dad that I wouldn't have, like, one night stands anymore. You know, with somebody I wasn't in, like, a relationship with, or whatever. And, also, Will is, like, six years older than me." Now that that thought came to mind, I wondered if Ratchet would even realize that by human terms, six years was a relatively large age gap.

"Well, you could date this Will guy, I mean, don't bitch me out, but it sounds to me like you kinda like him. And six years isn't all that much."

"What? Will? No, we're just friends, I so don't think of him like that!"

"So, you fucked him because?"

I sighed. "Point. But I still don't like him like that."

I was on the phone with my old best friend, Maxine (or Max), from high school. We were still pretty tight, but nowadays we only talked over texts and phone calls. I was discussing the slightly pissy attitude Ratchet had had with me over the last few , since she didn't know anything about giant alien robots, Ratchet became my dad, and Ironhide was my uncle, and Will was a friend who worked at the same place as me.

"Riiiight... Wait, one sec, Jordan's texting me..."

"Jordan?"

"Yeah, he's that guy I mentioned to you, you know, the one..."

"Ah, of course. Tall, dark, and handsome."

"You know it... YES! He asked me if I want to see a movie! What should I say?"

"You want to go, right?"

"YES, OF COURSE I DO!"

"Damn, calm down. How about, sure?"

"No, then he'll think I don't like him as much as I do!"

"Wow...how about that yeah, you'd like that?"

"THAT'S PERFECT! YOU'RE A GENIUS!"

"Uh, yeah, it's only the most used acceptance statement in the freakin' US?"

"Shut up, I'm blonde."

"I think I was the first to notice that..."

"I'm mentally sticking my tongue out at you."

"Well, you aren't mentally powerful."

"Ditto."

"Now you've lost me..."

"And again."

"Nice, Max."

I groaned softly in frustration. The damn metal wasn't melting down properly, and I had a feeling it had something to do with the technique I was using. I really didn't want to ask Ratchet for help, though...

Oh, well.

"Uh...Ratchet?", I called out, looking over to wear Ratchet stood by the counter, messing with something.

After a moment, he looked up as well. "What?", he replied, in a slightly annoyed tone.

I drew in a deep breath, trying to stop myself from screaming at him. "You know what?", I snapped, raising my voice slightly. I took another deep breath. Count to ten, Mikaela. Count to ten. "Whatever. Just...whatever, never mind."

I turned back to the small flame I had up. I gritted my teeth and pushed the tongs holding the cup back into the flame. I adjusted the heat, making it a little hotter. I didn't need Ratchet's help with this shit. I can do it by myself. If he's gonna be a bitch, I don't need him. Not right now, not at fucking all.

I heard footsteps as Ratchet approached me. I didn't turn. If he was gonna act like that, than I can do it right back. He's acting like a little kid. So silent treatment, fuck yeah.

I could feel slight heat radiating off of his armor from where he stood behind me. There was a soft mechanical whirring as he knelt down.

"You're using the one centimeter cup. With titanium, you need half of a centimeter." He cycled air through his systems. "Mikaela..."

I set the cup down none to gently, and dropped the tongs with a loud crash. I whirled around to face him. "YOU ARE ACTING LIKE A LITTLE FUCKING KID! YOU ARE BEING A BITCH! IF YOU'RE PISSED AT ME, YOU TELL ME WHY, YOU DON'T PULL THIS SHIT! YOU ARE MILLIONS OF YEARS OLD, WHY DON'T YOU TAKE A TURN FOR THE BETTER AND ACT LIKE IT!"

Ratchet's hand moved to the back of his neck in a very human gesture, that he'd probably picked up from Will, or somebody. Will does that a lot.

"Are you...up for a drive? I'd rather not talk about this here."

I huffed in annoyance. "Fine."

An hour later, we pulled up at a small ridge overlooking a miniscule river. I climbed out of the obnoxiously bright chartreuse hummer that was my guardians alt-form, and walked over to stand at the edge, ignoring Ratchet as he leisurely transformed.

"Mikaela... Ironhide spoke to me about something a few days ago..."

"Wait! Ironhide? That freaking asshole! Oh, I'm gonna kick his ass to the moon and when he comes back and fries me with his cannons I'll come back to life and do it a-fucking-gain!"

He raised his eye ridges. "Well, it wasn't technically speaking, it was on the comm line, but that isn't important. I take it you know what he informed me of?"

I don't really know why, but suddenly everything just came pouring out, all at once. "I'm sooo sorry, Ratchet, we didn't mean to, it just happened, we didn't think about it, it was a complete accident! Please, Ratch, it will not happen again."

"It's alright, youngling. I actually wanted to apologize for the way I've been acting. I have been behaving astoundingly immaturely, and I believe I overreacted, somewhat. I am sorry, for that."

I shrugged. "You have nothing to be sorry for.", I replied with a sigh.

Ratchet sat down. I marveled at the prospect of being able to sit down on the wet grass without having to worry about the mud that would get on your jeans. A strange thing to be thinking about right now, but I've never been able to brag about my long attention span, seeing as I don't have one. Mine is comparable to a squirrel.

I smiled slightly. Fuck the jeans. I sat down next to Ratchet, and we remained there for hours, watching the sun as it sank below the horizon.

I was laughing as I sat on the small couch that was crowded against the wall in Will's quarters. So far, it was one of the few moments that was not awkward that day.

As we both grew somber again, the awkward atmosphere reassumed its hold. My eyes searched the room frantically as I tried to find something to talk about. God, this sucked.

Will sighed heavily. I ran a hand through my hair. He looked out the window. I yawned.

"Well, this sucks.", Will muttered.

"Damn right."

"Ratchet pissed at you?"

"Was. Not anymore."

He snorted derisively. "Ironhide almost fried me, swear to God..."

I chuckled. "I'm not surprised. I was going to kick him in the ass, but I decided not to."

"Why?"

"He was the one who told Ratchet."

"Oh."

I sighed. "Well, I should go. Ratchet might need some help cleaning up the med bay."

He nodded. "See ya 'round, then."

I nodded. "Bye."

I headed out the door.

Well, this sucks dick.

I walked to the med bay, lost in thought. I opened the door to the brightly lit room, to find it was ice cold in there. Ratchet, being an Autobot, probably didn't notice. He had a self regulating body temperature. I, however, required some sort of average. You know, something that I wouldn't freeze to death by sitting around with it.

Ratchet was powered down off in the corner, recharging. I narrowed my eyes, now concerned. Ratchet is a workaholic, and the med bay was a mess. Ratchet never recharged while there was any kind of work that could be done, unless there was something wrong that he really, really didn't want to deal with at that moment. In that case, he'd have an excuse. That he can't, because he needs to recharge before he offlines. Always effective.

I sighed. I guess I'd do it.

Twelve hours later, the sun was high in the sky, the med bay was spotless, and I was asleep, on top of a cabinet with the back of my head nearly touching the ceiling.

If you ask me how I got there, I think that a few hours ago, I just kind of found that I didn't have the energy to climb back down, shoved myself up over the edge, and fell asleep. Yes, that sounds accurate.

I didn't wake as Ratchet's systems powered on, nor did I when he began to look around the med bay, wondering how it had gotten so clean.

Nor did I wake when he pulled the ladder from on top of the counter back down to it's original spot by the examination table. I also didn't wake when he failed to notice me on top of the cabinet.

I didn't wake when he suddenly turned back around upon having his scanners pick up a life form. I didn't wake when he activated his rotary saw and did an alpha scan of the area. I didn't wake when he realized it was just me and retracted the saw.

However, I did wake when he poked me harshly in the side.

I let out a soft shriek and fell of the cabinet. However, Ratchet had obviously expected this, because he immediately caught me and rapidly placed me on the examination table, giving me a hefty rush of vertigo.

"God...", I muttered, rubbing my head.

"Why the slag were you up there?", Ratchet asked, sounding slightly amused. His optics, however, were dimmed, but not in the clouded sense that indicated a comm line, but in the faded brightness and color that indicated dark emotions.

I shrugged. "I climbed up there to go to sleep."

"You...are a strange person."

"Isn't everyone?"

"Well, no, not every species can be classified as a people."

"You know what I meant. So what's up?"

"Hmm?", Ratchet asked, avoiding my gaze.

"What's wrong? Somethings fucking with your processors. What?"

"Well, we received intel from Bumblebee. He and his scout team have confirmed that they've used the Hellfire as...a singular spark accelerator...on Megatron..."

I sighed. "Shit."

"And Bee wouldn't stop talking about something to do with a shard of the Cube, something their looking for, apparently, some human girl has it, but Bee didn't know who."

"Oh!"

"What?"

"That's me!"

"WHAT?"

"I forgot about it! That's why Starscream went after Will and I back in Brazil, and that idiot Darkling attacked me. They wanted to know where it was. I'm so sorry, I totally forgot."

"Where did you get it?"

"It had been on Sam's shirt, and he gave it to me, and then we used it to power on Jetfire, and after he left, I noticed it was still on the ground, so I put it back in the little tube thing, and I've had it ever since."

"Mikaela, that is the sort of thing you should have mentioned a very long time ago."

"I didn't think of it."

"For such a smart girl, that was fragging stupid, 'Kaela, I hope you realize that."

"I do. Should I get it?"

"No.", Ratchet stated sarcastically.

"Shut it, I'll be back in a bit."

Ratchet nodded crisply.

I shut the door to my rooms, locking the door swiftly behind me. The small tube of slightly sooty metal that held the sliver was clasped tightly in my hand.

I walked rapidly towards the med. wing, taking the shorter way that cut around the outside edge of the base. I could feel a tingling sensation that made me incredibly nervous.

See, when a Cybertronian scan sweeps over any conscious life form, all that you feel is a slightly tingling sensation. It's often confused for a shiver, or a chill. I have been injured often enough to now associate that feeling with a scowling Ratchet glaring at me as he stood next to the examination table.

Well, I'm probably just nervous. Or cold.

Yep... Cold in the middle of the desert... What is is, only 90 degrees?

Okay, it's probably nerves. That one makes sense.

I slight sting pierced my thigh. I immediately stopped walking. It was almost like I couldn't keep going.

My eyes searched the area for anything out of the ordinary. In the slightly faded light of dusk, I could see relatively far out into the desert.

However, that was no longer my primary concern. I searched in frustration for the stinging spot on my leg, from which a sweep of numbness was spreading out from, causing involuntary relaxation of muscles as it overtook them.

I groaned softly. It was funny. I wasn't very scared. My foremost emotion was frustration.

I dropped to the ground, twitching slightly. As blackness began to overtake my vision, I wondered if I was dying. Was that poison?

I let out a long breath. As of this moment, I didn't really have the energy to care.

"This is my fault! I knew what she was retrieving from her quarters, I should have gone with her, slaggit!"

As usual, Optimus remained perfectly calm. "I do not blame you for this. This is a military base, it is natural to assume she would be safe."

Ratchet cycled air through his vents. "She probably took her shortcut. It leads along the outside of the base. I just don't understand why the sentries didn't report anything."

"All of the night sentries are absent, as well. The guard at the entrance point is also. I doubt she noticed."

Ratchet shook his head. "I should have gone with her. Not only have we lost Mikaela, the enemy now has the last piece of the Allspark. I'm sorry, sir."

Optimus gave the medic a measured look. Ratchet's optics were focused on the ground. His shoulders sagged. In the millions of years they'd worked together, Optimus had never seen the mech this upset over anything.

"You've nothing to apologize for, old friend. No one predicted this."

Ratchet looked up, a bitter expression donning his facial plates. His tone also was thick with the same emotion. "Obviously, the fragging 'Cons did."

Optimus paused for a moment, then decided to avoid that topic. "Did you find anything, then?"

"Not much. I just know that a Cybertronian tranquilizer was used, and there were some traces of human blood that preliminary scans determined to match Mikaela's DNA signature."

Optimus looked slightly alarmed. "Cybertronian? Can she survive that?"

Ratchet frowned. "In a miniscule dosage, yes. I am assuming, until further evidence, that she did survive, because if she didn't, I cannot fathom why they would take her body. They could have some incentive, however, to take her alive."

Optimus pressed his lip components together, a gesture similar to a human pursing their lips. "Well, let us hope that she stays as such. You are dismissed."

"Yes, sir."

Ratchet turned and left.

well, i hope you liked it... i have a few ideas for some other stories to put up, but I will take requests, if anyone wants to place one... reviews are appreciated, even the bad ones... until next time :)