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Invisible

Author's Note: Set in G1. Inspired on a bunny in the infamous transformers bunny farm.

Mirage's head hurt.

It felt as if he had been hit in the face with a sledgehammer and then left for dead.

The bright light in the sky that was so fondly called the sun was making it hard for him to go back to sleep, even though Mirage knew it was for the best to get up and moving before someone found him. The mission was already fragged up as it was and Mirage wasn't in the mood to get shot at on his way to the Ark.

The good part about it being stuck in a mountain is that Mirage knew exactly where it was at all times.

Mirage rubbed his hand over his face, making sure he didn't break anything because Primus forbid he get teased at for not only being knocked out, but having a slagged up appearance on top of it. Sometimes coming from the Towers had its downfalls, especially when it came to the expectations to meet.

Where was his hand?

He certainly didn't see it, although he could feel it.

Mirage waggled his fingers directly in front of his face.

After all that, Mirage was still invisible.

He forced himself to his feet and looked himself over out of habit, even though that wasn't much help, before transforming. Knowing the terrain as well as he did, it wouldn't be difficult to get back to the Ark in one piece. That is, as so long as he wasn't ambushed by Decepticons on the way which considering his current state, it was highly unlikely.

Mirage transformed in front of the doors to the Ark, patiently waiting for Red Alert to open them for him. He wasn't in the mood to hack anything, let alone the work of Red Alert.

It was then that he realized that he was still invisible and Red Alert wouldn't be able to see him until he turned off his cloaking device. Sure it wasn't all rainbows and sunshine to maneuver while invisible, especially while making sure that he was as quiet as possible and didn't run into anything or anyone, but after a while, he got used to it, so much so that he would forget that he was invisible in the first place.

That's one of the things that he liked about Hound. The tracker was always able to find him.

Cloaking Device: Disengage

Error: Cloaking Device not responding

Mirage paused, a questioning look on his face as he reread the message.

Cloaking Device: Disengage

Error: Cloaking Device not responding.

Cloaking Device: Disengage

Error: Cloaking Device not responding.

Perhaps…

Cloaking Device: Engage

Error: Cloaking Device not responding.

"Slag." Mirage muttered out loud. So this was the day that his creators warned him about all those years ago.

Cloaking Device: Reset.

Error: Cloaking Device not responding.

Cloaking Device: Status Check.

Cloaking Device: Functional.

So all that really mattered was that it was working? Wasn't being able to turn it off something to be concerned about?

Comm: Jazz

: Jazz here, what's up Raj? :

: I'm outside of the Ark. If it isn't too much of an inconvenience, could you get Red Alert to open the main door? :

: Sure thing. :

Mirage closed the comm line and with an ex-vent, waited for the doors to cycle open, which didn't take longer than a minute.

After a good, long shower, Mirage wanted nothing other than to crawl into his berth and sleep. Ratchet was going to have to wait until later.