Hurrah for chapter four! Sorry I took so long, I've been battling with writer's block for the past few days. I just didn't know what to write and how to go about these next few chapters. Just to forewarn you, this next chapter(s) may be a little inactive, as I'll be more or less introducing my OC to the other characters. Thanks to everyone for the great reviews! I've had a few suggestions. I'm really glad that you're all enjoying my work!

Disclaimer: been there done that, said it over and over again. I do not, repeat NOT own Transformers. Hasbro and Takara do, as well Michael Bay. (Wish I did, though. If only I could have Ratchet and the Twins. Only those and I'd be happy. :) )

Lyn stared at the robot in front of her. Neither of them had made a move, obviously not wanting to upset the other. If he wanted to hurt her, he would've by now, right? After all, he did save her from that psychotic one who had almost squished her (what was his name?) Barricade. She relaxed slightly, hissing at the pain in her side.

"S-so, Ratchet, right?" Lyn said after a while of heavy uneasy silence.

"And Lyn Xanders?" She nodded. They fell into silence again. What do you say to a member of a completely different race? Different species even? Apart from the obvious. There was a sudden crashing sound as the med bay doors were slammed open, and at least five or six robots came bounding in.

"Where's the danger?" "Who screamed?" "What's goin' on?" They all asked at once.

"There are more of you!" Lyn screeched. They all turned towards the human, who seemed to shrink under their stares. One particular black mech burst into the room, cannons out, pointing them straight at the human. And that was it. One look at those huge cannons pointing straight at her was enough to throw her over the edge again. She fainted.

(A moment before)

Six of the new Autobots were in the Rec room when their chatter was interrupted by a high pitched scream coming from the direction of the med bay. The room became deadly silent before the thundering of metal feet sound throughout the room, as they all ran towards the origin of the sound. A couple of them had their weapons out, expecting danger. They burst in to find an injured brown haired fair skinned human on one of the tables and Ratchet a few feet away. When she screeched, some turned to her. And of course, not one to turn his back on a potential fight, and bored of hunting the ever elusive twins, Ironhide charged in, cannons at the ready. He knew that the human was in there. What he wasn't expecting was for said human to faint at the sight of him. A couple of the mechs started laughing, until Ironhide and Ratchet shot them death stares. Ratchet sighed, exasperated. It had been too long a day, and it was only the afternoon. The assembled mechs didn't seem to notice his irritation, busy pondering the appearance of the new human. Until one of the last strands of his dwindling patience finally snapped.

"Right! Everyone, out!"

"Aw, c'mon doc. We only just got in here."

"I don't care, Hot Rod. I've only just managed to get her calmed down. And then you frag heads come barging in here and scare her into a faint again! Out! The lot of you!" He pointed towards the door. The ones who had more sense immediately left. Ratchet was getting annoyed, and an annoyed Ratchet, especially one stood near his tools was not one that you wanted to be in the same room with. Hot Rod and Ironhide stayed behind, Hot Rod mainly because he wanted to meet her and Ironhide because he was too stubborn to just leave. Ratchet had his back turned to them while he inspected Lyn, oblivious to his remaining audience. He very nearly screamed in frustration when he turned and they were still there. Scooping out his favourite 'throwing' wrench from subspace, he made the very gesture that they all feared, even the trigger-happy weapons specialist. He raised it above his head, taking aim. That was all the two mechs needed, as they immediately vacated the bay, tripping over their own feet. Ratchet huffed and laid wrench down, leant against the table and pinched the bridge of his nose. A groan caught his attention. Looking down, he saw Lyn finally coming to. He expected her to scream again, but when she didn't, he visibly relaxed. She didn't try to sit up this time, knowing full well that she would only cause herself more problems. She just looked up at him, curiousness and maybe a tiny hint of fear in her eyes.

"So, you're not going to scream again, huh?" he asked, rougher than he had wanted. The human didn't seem to take any notice.

"Well, I guess not. Not now that I've seen you, anyway. You just scared me, that's all. I suppose that's what comes from almost being squished by a giant robot that you know isn't from your planet." Ratchet chuckled slightly.

"I see what you mean. And I have to apologise for those slag heads who came barging in here just now. Especially Ironhide. He's a bit of a trigger happy mech. You'll get used to him." Lyn smiled. She seemed to think about something for a moment.

"And, thank you." Ratchet looked to her, confusion flashing slightly in optics.

"For what?"

"For saving my life." Ratchet brushed it away with a hand.

"Don't worry about it. It's more or less business as usual." Lyn laughed, until she began coughing.

"Oh, don't make me laugh! It hurts!" All of a sudden, a man appeared in front of her. He was about a head taller than she was, with short brown hair that was slightly messed up. He was slim in build, slightly muscular and wore a uniform not too different from her own. Not that she really noticed. What caught her attention were his eyes. The deep, yet bright blue eyes of his that seemed to hold her gaze. She gulped slightly as he came towards her, until she saw the painkillers in his hand. She reached out and took them from him, her fingers slightly brushing his.

"Th-thanks, whoever you are." The man laughed.

"It's me." Lyn froze. The voice sounded like…

"What! But…how?" she exclaimed.

"Holoform. It's like a hologram, only it's more solid. Hard light, if you will." He was suddenly holding a glass of water for her. She reached up, took the glass and began to drink from it, popping the pills in her mouth before flooding it again with the fluid. The painkillers took effect almost as soon as she swallowed. Ratchet smiled before his holoform suddenly disappeared. Lyn blinked several times before simply shaking her head.

"Weird." Ratchet chuckled.

"So, paramedic, huh?" he asked. Lyn looked up.

"How'd you guess?" she asked, slightly confused. The CMO seemed to think about it.

"Well, your uniform kind of gives it away." Lyn looked down.

"Oh yeah… Huh? Oh no! I've just had this cleaned from the last casualty! I don't have the time to get a new one!" she wailed. She suddenly froze. Wasn't she on ambulance shift today? "Damn it!" she yelled, her eyes screwing up in disbelief.

"What?" Ratchet asked, looking slightly confused.

"Damn, damn, damn, DAMN! My boss is going to kill me for this! I was supposed to be on shift today! I haven't called in or anything! And somehow I don't think he's going to believe that I was attacked by a giant robot that appeared out of nowhere." Ratchet merely shook his head. Humans. They seemed to worry about everything at once, even those who saved lives. Not that he could blame them; some of his own race was exactly the same.

"Don't worry about it. I'll get in touch with them right away."

"Huh? Don't tell me…you know the guys at MCH?"

"Well, some of them. I work there myself sometimes, though I'm mainly on patrol, calling in casualties and helping out where I can." Lyn was about to ask how when she remembered that he had a holoform. She was about to ask something when the doors slammed opened and two mechs charged inside. The force made her jump in surprise, wincing at the pain the sudden movement caused.

"Ratch! Hide us, quick! He's gonna kill us!" the red one shouted as he leapt behind one of the berths.

"He's already scratched my paint and chinked my enamel! I can't have any more damage!" the yellow one added with a whine, following the first, never making it to cover in time. Very shortly afterwards, said 'he' ran in, growling, cannons fully charged. Lyn recognised him immediately.

"Get back here you two pit spawns!" he shouted, leaping for the yellow mech, who quite easily dodged out of the way. Ratchet just looked on in sheer disbelief, while the paramedic was just wondering what the hell was going on.

"C'mon, 'Hide! You gotta admit, they were pretty cute."

"Some of my best artwork yet!" Ironhide simply growled, before leaping at the red one who had just came out from behind the berth. Sideswipe jumped behind it again, unable to hide the snicker. Ratchet sighed, clamping his hand over his optics again until a crash caught his attention. Not really wanting to look, dreading what he would find if he did, the medic lifted a finger that was obscuring one optic and glanced at the scene before him. The twins had just run into each other in their attempts to escape the irate weapons specialist, stunning themselves. Ironhide couldn't help but crease up laughing. His patience finally snapped.

"Alright! That's enough! Out! Out! OUT! I do not want you wrecking my med bay again like you did last time! Do you know how long it took me to get everything back to the way it was? And besides, we have a guest!" All optics fell onto the human on the table, argument forgotten for the moment. The red mech was the first to speak.

"Hey, you're awake! Cool!" Lyn smiled sheepishly. The black mech (what was his name?) Ironhide, simply grunted.

"Erm, hi," Lyn stammered slightly. The red mech seemed to, literally, jump to her side.

"Name's Sideswipe. Please to meet you…erm,"

"Lyn. Lyn Xanders."

"Good to meet you, Lyn Xanders." The yellow one stepped forward and stood next to, she assumed, his brother. Not only that, but his twin. That struck her as strange; after all, who would have thought that robots could have families? Then again, why not? They were alien after all.

"Name's Sunstreaker. Unfortunately, I'm not looking my best because someone had the idea to prank our resident Weapons Specialist, which ended up with me getting my paintjob scratched." Sunstreaker glared pointedly at Sideswipe.

"What? You didn't have to come along, I coulda done it myself." Sunstreaker snorted.

"Yeah right! Bro, you can't even draw a straight line without my help."

"I can!"

"You cannot!"

"Can!"

"Can't!"

"Can too!"

"Alright, knock it off! You're giving me a headache!" Ratchet yelled, pinching the bridge of his nose for the umpteenth time that day. Ironhide had finally put his cannons away, obviously deciding to wait until another time to exact his revenge upon the twins. Lyn couldn't help but giggle. The brothers were like kids. The medic turned to the human.

"And you've already met Ironhide, our resident Weapons Specialist. There are others in the base, but they can wait." He turned back to the mechs, optics shining as he scowled at them. "Right you three, you've met her, now go. She needs her rest."

"Aw, doc, can't we stay for just a little longer?" Sideswipe asked, putting on his most innocent face, if he had one. It earned him a slap to the back of the head by Ironhide, the clang echoing through the expansive medical area.

"Ow! Hey that hurt!" he yelled indignantly at the older mech. One glare from Ironhide instantly stopped the red twin's argument from going any further.

"Alright, Ratch. We're going. Come on you two trouble makers." Ironhide practically shoved the two mechs out of the med bay. Lyn could hear the indignant shouts from the two mechs all the way down the corridor. Lyn giggled again and shook her head. The medic sighed, allowing himself to finally relax slightly.

"Right Lyn, I'm going to my office. Try and get some rest. You'll feel better for it. Tomorrow, if you're well enough, I will take you around the rest of the base." Lyn nodded and watched the mech go to what she assumed was his office. With a small sigh, she carefully laid back down on the table, pulling the covers Ratchet had left behind over her. The pain in her side had dulled somewhat thanks to the painkillers. Thinking about the happenings of the day, she drifted into a deep sleep.

Finally! I'm glad that one's finished. Sorry it took so long, I've been trying to think how to go about writing this chapter. To be honest, some of the next chapters may be a little like this. I'll try to add in bits of humour or action to keep it going, but I'm not promising they'll be thrilling reads. Thanks for reading and thanks for the reviews guys! If you have any suggestions for how she'll meet the others, please please please feel free to let me know. Ok? As always, constructive criticism is welcome, but no flames. Thanks!