Hey everyone! so heres ch 9, reviews are very appreciated, etc... hope u like it.

thoughts

"Cellphone"

autobot comm line

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"I don't know what the hell's wrong with me! I'm not hungry, food in general makes me slightly nauseous, but I haven't eaten in five freakin' days, and I just woke up from 48 straight hours of sleep, and I have absolutely no energy..."

Ratchet considered this. "Five days? Are you sure you're not hungry? At all?"

"Yes. Every time I try to eat, I just can't make myself do it."

I felt the tell tale tingling sensation of a scan. Ratchet looked confused. "You're not low on any vital nutrients... Well, no nutrients at all, actually..."

I sighed, not replying. Ratchet appeared to be completely lost in thought, occasionally muttering something under his breath and shaking his head. He tapped a wrench lightly on a leg panel.

Suddenly, he looked up, appearing stricken. "Primus!"

"What?"

"Energon! That's what it was! You have all your nutrients, you aren't using them! It's the slagging Energon! That's what you're using now. Slag, why didn't I think of that?"

"Energon? Are you...are you sure?"

"Of course I am, when am I not?" He grabbed a random cup, glanced in it, made a face, and just filled an Energon cube.

"What was in that?", I asked.

"No idea. Grease? I don't want to know. Here."

I tentatively took the proffered cube. "What does it taste like?"

"I've never had human food, so I can only say it tastes like low-grade Energon." He shrugged. "It's not bad... An acquired taste, I think..."

I took a hesitant sip. I felt better almost immediately. I could literally feel it flowing through my systems. I also felt a little light-headed. It wasn't a bad taste, it was kind of...bitter, but plain, the only problem was really the slightly slimy feel of it, as if I had to swallow several times to really get it down. I took another swig, then another. My vision was a little blurry.

"Ratch?"

He glanced at me.

"Are you sure this i' low-gra'?"

He grabbed the cube, gave it a hard look, and started laughing.

Laughing.

"Now, tha's jus' rude."

Still chuckling slightly, he changed a setting, and refilled the cube, handing it back to me. "You'll be normal in an hour or so, save a little bit of a headache. You're too small to handle that stuff." He snorted. "I gave you high-grade..."

"Okay..." I took a sip of the low-grade. "Why are your opti's pink?" I looked Bumblebee. OMFG! WHEN DID BUMBLEBEE GET HERE?

I looked at Ratchet, only to find he'd disappeared. "Bum'lebee, I di'n't see you come in here!"

Bumblebee looked around in slight confusion. "Bumblebee isn't here."

"Well, yeah he is, cuz tha's you!"

Bumblebee started laughing. I didn't really know what was funny, but I just laughed along with him because it was kinda funny that he was laughing for no reason. He must be crazy.

I sat on the couch in the rec-room, glaring at the TV. Ratchet had laughed at me almost the whole time before I sobered up. Apparantly, I'd mistaken him for Bumblebee.

Said Autobot was actually also sitting on the oversized couch. He cycled air through his vents occasionally, but mostly, his optics were glued to the TV screen.

"Is this...Phineas and Ferb?"

Bumblebee looked around in a slightly embarrassed way. His radio clicked on.

"It was just...on, so...I left it."

I raised an eyebrow. "Alright, then."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, why?"

"You seemed...angry."

I rolled my eyes. "Maybe a little bit. Ratchet accidentally gave me high-grade energon instead of low-grade, and I got totally wasted. He laughed his aft off at me."

Bumblebee looked confused. "Energ...on?"

"Oh, I forgot...um...it's complicated. Just something the damn-ass 'Cons did. I need energon, now. Goodbye, McDonald's."

The radio buzzed off, and he asked. "Is that why you give off a Spark signature?" His voice was slightly raspy, and he gave the robotic equivalent of a cough.

"Yeah... They infused me with...something, Ratch told me it was Cybertronian metal, and energon. Every single cell... My bones are hardly there, anymore... My blood is still there 'in theory'."

His optics widened slightly. "Shouldn't energon kill a human?"

I shrugged. "Yeah... I guess it's kind of like Alice, you know from the Resident Evil movies? You seen those?"

He glanced back and forth, from me to the TV. "No." He coughed again. I gave him a sharp look.

"You shouldn't use your voice."

"Haven't used it in years. Gimme a break."

"Your funeral."

"What do you mean, like this Alice person?"

"In those movies, the T-Virus caused massive mutation in anything that it was directly injected to. But with Alice, it bonded with her blood, made her stronger and stuff."

"The slag is the 'T-Virus'?"

I laughed. "It's an infection that turns people into zombies. Here..." I walked over to the DVD cabinet. I knew for a fact that all 4 Resident Evil movies were in there. I popped the first one in the player.

We spent all day in there, just watching Resident Evil.

And although it's an odd time to think of it, in the back of my mind, I wondered what I would've thought if in the beginning of junior year, somebody told me that a month before my 22nd birthday, I'd be sitting on a giant couch with a 17 and a half foot tall alien robot, watching Resident Evil. I think I would've laughed.

A lot has changed.

My eyes shot open. I sat bolt upright, breathing heavily. I was getting tired of the goddamn nightmares.

I just wanted this to go away. I didn't want the metal, or the Energon, I wanted to be normal again. But it won't go away, because the only procedures Ratchet can think of are on the edge of impossible and would kill me, and possibly him. Though sometimes I think I'd rather be dead than this.

I'll probably never have any kind of boyfriend again. At least, not one that knows who...well, what I am. Which basically means any chance I ever had with Will is gone. Not that I like him, I was just stating a fact.

I'm never gonna be a mother. Can I even have kids now? Somehow, I doubt it. It's a miracle the energon didn't kill me, if it was transmitted to a child, they'd probably burn up from the inside out if they didn't get the particular genome.

And I wouldn't even want to risk that.

I'm never going to have a life. Will I even get older? Will I die? I don't want to live forever. I don't want any of this.

I buried my face in my pillow, tears threatening to spill down my cheeks.

I sat up, grabbing my cellphone from the table next to my bed. I didn't want to be alone right then.

I pressed the number 1, and 'Calling Will Lennox' came up on the screen. It hardly rang once when he picked it up.

It was nearly three in the morning when Will was pulled out of a half-sleep by his phone ringing almost painfully loudly. His first reaction was to ignore it, but as he grabbed his phone to do just that, he saw who it was from.

Call From:Mikaela Banes

He sat up immediately, pressing Send as he shook his head to get rid of the dizziness his inflicted upon himself.

"Hello?"

"Uh, hey, Will...It's Mikaela."

"Uh...what's up?"

"I know it's kind of late, but I was wondering if maybe you could come over? I...need you."

His heart skipped a beat. "Yeah, sure...I wasn't asleep anyway." Half-lie.

"Thanks... I hope it's not too much of a problem..."

"No, it's fine. Seriously." She could never be a problem. Not to him, at least.

"So, see you in a bit?"

"Yeah."

He hung up.

Good time as ever to see how fast I can dress...

I sat on my bed, knees tucked up to my chest. I stared with slightly glassy eyes at the door, lost in thought.

A knock sounded. I jumped, even though I'd known it was coming. I got up, opening the door.

"Hey."

I nodded in return, attempting a smile. All I accomplished was a grimace.

"Are you okay? Mikaela?"

"Oh, uh, yeah...I don't know." I sat on the edge of my bed. Will sat next to me.

"What's wrong?"

I exhaled. "Just, this!" I gestured all around me. "Everything! I'm half-fucking-metal, Will! I have liquid energy that should be burning me up from the inside out in my veins instead of blood! 'In theory'! What the hell does that even mean?"

I buried my face in my hands. Will sighed, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

"And...and Ratchet doesn't think he can fix it. He won't say it to my face, but I can tell. He doesn't know what to do about it... I just..." I sighed, looking up to meet his eyes.

"Just...every now and then, I just kind of feel like I need somebody to tell me it'll all be okay. 'Cause right now, I don't think it will." I felt my eyes brimming with tears.

Will's eyes took on a slightly broken look. He pulled me into a hug. "If I said that, would you even believe me?"

"No... But it's the thought that counts."

He laughed slightly, rubbing circles in my back. "I can't say how everything will turn out, but no matter what happens, it'll always be okay someday, for someone. And with all this shit, you deserve for that someone to be you."

I suppressed a sob. "But, I mean...what guy would ever want to be with me now? I'm not even human anymore."

Will appeared to hesitate. "Well, I would."

I didn't reply for a moment as I ever so slowly processes what he said. My reply came out as an intelligent,"What?"

"I'm just saying, you're still who you were, you're still Mikaela Banes, and you're still... You're still the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, on the inside and out. I..."

I don't know what came over me. I must be tired, or something, because otherwise, I don't think I would've done something like this with someone like Will, when I wasn't even sure if that was what he was trying to say.

I sat up straighter, twisting around to straddle him, and kissed him full on the lips.

He was obviously shocked at first. He went completely still. It took about three seconds for him to figure out what was going on, and then it became the hottest kiss I'd ever had.

His hands ran up and down my sides, stopping at my chest. I pressed closer to him, pushing him down on the bed.

Just as I was about step it up, I thought about what happened the last time that had happened. I rolled off of him, panting.

"Let's not...go there again..." I muttered. He nodded agreement.

It got to be like that. A few hours every day were donated to making out, and a few times, to getting past that. It went on for weeks. We were the object of some downright disgusting jokes (thank you, Epps), but I didn't mind. I was happy.

But after four and a half weeks, we got together like that, but this time, we just talked. After four hours, we came out to get to rations, but when we left his quarters on base, we weren't just friends with benefits anymore. We decided to make it more than that.

So, today, I've come to realize that someday, doesn't always have to be someday. If you want your someday, then make someday be today. I'd love to help you with that, but when it comes to that, you have to help yourself. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a date.

so, this was the last chapter, i don't know what made me decide to do that, but I'm going to make a sequel, i don't know how much i liked this chapter, especially that last part, but whatever, reviews are loved, and also, if anyone cares to do so, i can't think of a good title for the sequel, so suggestions are appreciated. i also mentioned in my other story, fragility, that i'm taking oneshot requests, if anyone cares to message me one, that'd be awesome, so thanks for reading! please review!