hey everyone, sorry if this seems rush, i tried it yesterday, but i accidentally clicked on a different link on the same page and lost EVERYTHING god, i'm still a little pissed, sorry for the wait, I was working on other things.

thoughts

"cellphone"

autobot comm line

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I stretched my shoulders back as I pulled on my favorite pair of boots, they were combat style. I shook my slightly damp hair out of my face and stepped outside, turning towards the medical wing.

I thought I was watching where I was going, but I assumed that this wasn't true, because I ran directly into something warm, and most definitely alive. And human. See, people as smart as I am can tell that it's a human they run into rather than an Autobot. Note the sarcasm.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I was- Um... Hi, Sam."

"Hey, Mikaela."

"Sorry 'bout that, I wasn't watching where I was going..."

He snorted. "It was more my fault, Sideswipe dared me to walk from the rec room to hanger 5 with my eyes closed."

I laughed slightly. "Yeah, they're crazy... You're doing well with that, then?", I asked, adding a touch of sarcasm to my voice.

"I think so, why?"

"Well, you must've turned the wrong way on your way out, because I just left my rooms, and ran straight into you, but you aren't all that lost, because I was going towards the med wing."

"Wait, and you'd pass the rec room on the way there?"

"Yeah, and hanger 5 is to the left of the med wing, in the first building on the right."

"Oh, I thought... Damn it, I bet Sides is laughing his ass off right now..."

I smirked. "See ya 'round, Sam."

He smiled in return. "Yeah."

I turned and kept walking, a slight smile still on my lips. I'd missed Sam's sense of direction, or, rather, his lack thereof.

I had an odd feeling. I was not tired, really, I just felt incredibly drained. I hadn't eaten anything that morning, but I wasn't hungry either. I was not tired, I just lacked energy. I was walking slower than was usual for me.

I shrugged it off and ran a hand through my hair, messing it up slightly. I pulled open the front door of the med wing, heading inside. I relished the cool, beautifully air-conditioned air.

The door to the med bay opened in front of me, no, it isn't magic, it's an automatic door. Ratchet was standing next to the table, evidently cleaning up.

"Hey.", I said.

He looked up. "I don't understand."

"What?"

"Hay is a dried plant matter, correct? Why would you say that?"

I suppressed a smile. At least, tried to. "You're telling me you've never heard me or anybody else say that?"

"Why would I have? It is completely random!"

"Ratchet, hey, as in H-E-Y, is a common greeting, in America, at least, I think in England they say something else, I don't know."

"What? That's absurd."

"It's true."

He rolled his optics. "I will never understand the human race."

"It's perfectly understandable. We don't really understand you guys, but we don't entirely understand each other. Men are weird."

"Femmes are odd. It's true by the standards of any race."

"Males are their own separate race! Human men... Well, they aren't even human!"

"I refuse to discuss this with a female."

"Well, I refuse to discuss it with a male."

"Fine."

"Fine!"

Ratchet didn't speak for a moment. His lip components began to twist into a smile. "This is probably one of the most ridiculous conversations I've had since coming to this planet."

"What about that one about the monkey dild-"

"I said one of."

I laughed. "That was a weird moment."

"Please, it was beyond and oddity. I'm ashamed to have partaken in it."

The med bay door opened slowly. Epps's head gradually poked in. After a moment, he sighed in apparent relief. "Sorry, I didn't hear all of that, it sounded a little like you had some sort of sex..."

I glanced back and forth awkwardly. "Um... Is that even possible?"

Ratchet shrugged. "Theoretically... I'm actually not going to go into that."

"Ew! You could've worded that one hell of a lot better!"

"Oh, well, just because you have your slagging mind stuck in the gutter doesn't mean we all do!"

"I bet you thought of it, too, you just won't admit it!"

"Well, that's just...absurd."

"BOTH OF YOU, SHUT UP!", Epps dramatically reentered the conversation. "Lennox sent me here. There's been some...intrusions, sort of, we think, and we think there might be an attack on base, so get both your asses, or whatever the hell you have there," (that last part was directed at Ratchet),",to hanger 5. For some reason, Sam was already there... Weird kid." He shook his head and turned, glancing back. "Move it!"

Ratchet cycled air through his vents. "Intruder? Primus, they never stop. Come on, I don't want you caught in a crossfire." I was slightly dismayed to find that he was only half-joking.

"Um...okay." I started to walk towards the door of the med bay, only to have Ratchet grab me and pick me up (with no warning!) in his usual fashion. I huffed slightly but didn't comment.

Ratchet, however, noticed. "Don't even, Mikaela, I can move a slagging lot faster than you."

"I didn't say anything!"

"You were thinking it."

"You can't read my mind. Or can you?"

Being Ratchet, he took me seriously. "Of course not, I could just tell."

I face-palmed. Ratchet glanced down at me.

"Oh. You were joking."

"Mm-hmm."

Ratchet didn't reply.

"And it's not my fault you're twenty-and-whatever-feet tall. That tends to make you move faster." I muttered under my breath.

Because he was a super-advanced robot and had incredibly acute hearing, it was a miracle that he heard me. Note the sarcasm. "Twenty-four. And five inches."

"Really?" I glanced at him. "Yeah, I guess so."

"Well, I don't know how it is with you guys, but with human men, it's better-looking if they're taller, so sometimes they lie about it. But the male species is weird."

"Once again, I refuse to talk about that with a femme."

As I opened my mouth to speak, the ground shook, effectively cutting me off. A cloud of smoke went up not too far from where we were. Then another. A missile flew overhead, hitting hangar 7. A Black Hawk flew overhead.

"Well, that's Grindor.", I muttered.

"Slag. Mikaela, I need you to fragging run to hangar five, you'll be safer in there. Please."

"Even if I was willing to leave you here, I wouldn't. I can help, you know that!"

"'Kaela, you...are unfortunately right. But that doesn't mean you should."

"Please, Ratch, you know I can do this!"

He cycled air through his vents. "Fine. But stay near me, and be careful."

I nodded. "Okay."

There was something coming towards us, and evidently, they were literally tearing apart the med wing to get here. A bunch of what looked like sabot rounds hit it, pretty much destroying it.

Ratchet was pissed, now. He started swearing creatively in Cybertronian, mixing in a few dashes of English curses. I will not repeat it.

I cracked my neck. Whiplash stood about twenty yards from me, Ratchet was facing the other direction.

I nodded to myself. "I got this."

I took a few steps away from Ratchet, hearing the telltale mechanical crashes that said he had his own opponent. I wasn't worried; when Ratchet's gets pissed, which he is, he could probably bring down Primus herself without taking a single hit.

Whiplash laughed. "You think you can take me? You're just a girl. Worse, a human girl."

A different voice yelled from somewhere to my left,"Do not harm her, Whiplash! The doctor has not finished his project!"

Whiplash responded with a harsh glare in the other's direction, giving me my chance. I took a few running steps, then jumped, latching on to his Spark chamber. I pressed both hands on it, delivering a harsh shock. It was the only way you can really fool a Cybertronian defense system. It caused them to think that the spark was in danger from the inside of the chamber, the hold. Therefore, the chamber opened. I didn't hesitate to grab it, ripping it out. I held it in front of me as I jumped away from the falling metal shell, coming into a roll that crushed it to shit.

I turned around. Ratchet was kicking a 'corpse' away from himself. He turned towards me. I almost laughed at the video game-esque image. He was holding the helms of the two 'Cons he'd just totally hammered.

For a medic, he's very good at hand-to-hand.

"Come on. I don't care if you want to anymore, you're coming with me. We need all the slagging help we can get."

The positions were very clearly defensive. Hangar 5 held the wounded soldiers and the civilians, and half of the Autobots were surrounding the building, as well as a small NEST strike team. I didn't recognize any of the NEST guys, but the Autobots were Ironhide, Jolt, Sideswipe, Mudflap, and Skidz. Ratchet approached Ironhide, they conversed briefly, and Ratchet walked back over to me.

"You're staying here, alright? Don't leave the perimeter, if something tries to hit, hit it back, but don't go on the offensive, okay? I'm going with the attack team. Don't get yourself killed."

"Right back at ya." I replied with a nod.

Ratchet straightened up, and headed to the left, where I now could see Optimus and a few other 'Bots.

It went well. It was obvious that either the 'Cons underestimated us, or were doing something, because it was a little too easy, if you catch my drift. I don't understand that saying. I mean, catch my drift? What the hell?

Anyway, at the end of the day, I'd taken down three more Decepticons, and I still laughed everytime I pictured the look on people's faces when I'd torn Ramjet's helm cleanly off. He was the first one I'd killed. And, seeing as only Ratchet and Optimus knew about what had taken place while I was in captivity, everyone was all like 'WTFH?'

Yeah. Imagine Ironhide, with a WTFH expression on his faceplates. Just try.

this chapter turned out really weird, i think i might have slight writers block, that might be why, so yeah, reviews are appreciated, i'm still a little WTF at what i wrote down here, it just kind of...happened... reviews are appreciated... yeah, thanx 4 reading!