Eunice Pacheco: After just posting the last chapter and seeing your review... I had squealed in delight... Yes, this is the weird me. Sorry... hahaha. You are right... I also wish I could update everyday for you guys... BECAUSE! I already had formed ideas on how to finish this but I lack the time. You'll be amazed on how soon... because I am clearly elevated to update when I get reviews... (and when I get the chance to sit in front of the desk to do somethings)

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Disclaimer: Transformers is Hasbro's. This fic is inspired.

Rachet was with Optimus the day after Oen had displayed her ability in upgrading Ironhide's weaponry system. The big black mech had looked so smug about his new cannons and had gone out to test them in the mission he was hailed in. The memory of the cannons' test run on the makeshift field in the training room was imprinted in all of the Autobots' and humans' memories or processors, alike. If they all had sworn not to get into Ironhide's way the first day they had met the trigger-happy mech... It was now a law not to, if you don't have a death wish that is...

In the Autobots Private office, the old yellow mech was reporting his observations about their new comer to their now at-home leader. It seems that the week in the pit was now dying as the Cons started to calm down from whatever high they were on. (If you count Megatron coming back in the wheel of authority, yes, they are calming down.)

"I am telling you, Optimus... that the girl has far more value that we could ever think of if she had a knack in upgrading things like Wheeljack... only her's doesn't explode. It was a one shot too... she had made it in only one go... Fixed Ironhide's systems like they were what the humans call, toys." Rachet gravely said as he produced a video on the wall about the time Oen was just staring at the diagram Ironhide had provided before delving in the fixing.

After watching the video, the blue and red mech stared in thought at Rachet. "It seems my friend... that it was a good move that Samuel and Bumblebee had intercepted Barricade that point of time." A servo came under his jaw plates as his optics squinted more. "If you claim that she has a lot more in store of her true abilities, it would be best to ask her... But as you said, it might take toll on her if we were to pry off those memories that has a chance of coming back. It might slow her healing process and endanger more if we stress her." Optimus tried to calculate the next course of action. If only their tactician was here and his SIC, this job would be alot less harder like before.

"Yes. That would only lead to far more complications... Although there is a way that the human medics use on making their patient remember lost memories... I think we could use those in healing her, at the same time benefit from what she would likely display. Her potentials could come out in the form of movement or interactions with the other mechs..." Rachet informed the listening mech but the medic could saw the confusion in the others optics.

" ...other mechs? Why not the other humans, Rachet? Does she have something against them?" Optimus became intrigue at the solution that his CMO was proposing.

"There is none from what I heard of from the assigned human nurse, Optimus. But she did give me her daily observations since the girl was given charge to her. The nurse had said before she left, that the girl does not talk as formally with us than her species. The human femme had always engage in high formal speech with other soldiers and people than with our faction members. She had always address a human with 'miss' or 'sir' before their family name even if she was told to just use their first name. She would also bow or smile at them like what they said 'a maid'. These were what the nurse had called bizarre in the girl's actions." Rachet tried to think of more to add but that was what he could gather from the talk the nurse had engage him in earlier.

Optimus couldn't help think that there were also something terribly missing in what they are looking at. Did they ever wonder that there could be a connection with the rise of Decepticon Activity after retrieving the femme? Well... yes they have...

"The Decepticons are planning something big, Optimus... and here we are, stuck in this facility under their governments law and rules when we could be preventing something more dangerous..." Rachet's voice became grave once again. Being stressed really wasn't good for their systems... their ages were coming to gnaw on their bodies and it seems that things wouldn't get better from this point on.

"We should just have faith, my friend... Not everything is lost. If we had prevented something far more greater from getting her out of the Decepticons' servos... we would make it if the inevitable comes." Optimus patted the yellow mech's shoulder girdle before giving him a nod. Their leader was being called again on the field.

Rachet huff out air from his vents and went back to the med bay. There he saw Oens talking with Bumblebee and Sam who was getting his daily check up.

"Hi, Rachet! How was your talk with Optimus?" Oen asked. She had met Optimus earlier when the leader 'bot came to see Rachet.

"It was fine, younglings... get back to work." The medic just said before slumping down at his work table engaging yet in another diagnosis data.

On the other side, with Rachet busy and in his own world, the 2 humans and youngling Autobot Bumblebee engage in a whisper conversation.

"What do you think is wrong with Rachet?" Sam asked Bumblebee who just shrugged in response.

"I think the week of being hectic is taking a toll on him Sam..." Both boy and bot turned their heads in the direction of the girl.

"Oh... the week in the pit as they call it..." the boy's face became blank as he remembered the multiple meeting that he was to sit in and listen or assure... whatever.

"Oh, Sam... If I could help you all..." Oen said, degraded by the fact that she was more of a liability not knowing what she was really worth.

"No you are not!" Sam was immediately hushed by Bee. "I mean... no, you are not... I saw what you did with Ironhide yesterday... as Rachet said... you had just given him a new upgrade that was even more powerful than the other day. I was there when Ironhide tested those things... and I tell you this... you were awesome." Sam grinned as he saw the girl's face lit up.

"Commander! You are right!" Bumbleebee's radio added that made the girl giggle now.

"Ok, ok... since I am done with you..." She pointed at Sam who put on a 'What-did-I-do' face which she smiled at. " ... and Rachet is here now to accompany me... you both can go now." she said sternly as she pointed at the door. Both boy and mech slumped like Rachet as they realize that the girl was kicking them out.

Oen grinned and just shook her head. "I'm still here tomorrow, guys... I'll see you then!" Sam just sighed and hopped on Bee's shoulder as they wave goodbye and disappear at the door.

Now it was time to give Rachet a well deserve R & R ...

Oen, who was left at the high berth about the second floor of a normal civilian house, was thinking of a way to get to the other side without alerting the medic.

She can't walk down the stair at the side because there was an alarm there designed for her if she ever was to escape the medbay... so that was out of the choice.

Although that was the only way out of the berth, there was still the point of just jumping off it.

As she neared the edge, she didn't feel any hint of fear and just jumped off of it. She landed gracefully without even a single noise from her military boots that she was given.

With this successful triumph, she silently made her way at the back of Rachet's chair. She went a good 3 meters away before running and jumping towards it. She successfully had grabbed the edge and swung her body up without alerting the mech.

With this, she started to calculate spot that are pleasurable when touched... the spots that would release the pent up stress and rigidness that the bot was showing. She didn't know why or how she was knowing the spots but didn't mind it because Rachet seems to like what she was doing.

She had started rubbing a hip wire and untangling it with the other wires... then she move to the back wire and did the same until she had reached the other side of the hip. She could see how Rachet had slumped down and began to relax. With this, she smiled and continued doing it all over the bot's body.

Rachet must have recharge because by the time he had woken up, Oen was besides his helm, leaning on him and was sleeping.

The mech hadn't had the spark to move her or wake her up so he just stayed still for her. His finger just came up to stroke the girl's head, silently thanking her for making him relax. He felt refreshed after what that and he was sure that he would be able to do his job more fluidly now. Having the femme there was quite relaxing too... maybe another round of recharge will-

"Yus shatt'ap! I'mma ferst!" A familiar irritating voice neared the door... before Rachet could comm the arriving menace, the door suddenly burst out of it's hedges startling the girl who the medic manage to catch before she could fall off the desk.

Her heart was elevated and her eyes were wide and still in a daze.. but shocked.

Rachet growled at this and there went his set of wrenches...

Poor twins... didn't even got the chance to make the yellow bot fix them up, only to get more injuries from him in the end...

Whoah! Yes! I am inspired! Weeee... I like writing this chapter so much.. don't you guys agree?

Next and last update of the Update Days will be tomorrow, readers! See you!