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Chapter 7
Word traveled fast that she had beaten Bulkhead in a spar which lead to more challengers. She won most with ease. Everyone she beat instantly wanted to get to know her better. She quickly had a group of friends, but none of them were like Ratchet. Ratchet, she could talk to and he knew her secret. Yet, he didn't judge her decision not even frowning upon it. She could open up to him. The others were just….different. She trusted them. They trusted her, but Ratchet was able to understand her. (A/N: I wonder why? Hmm…) She could open up to him without any hesitation. He was simply a friend.
"Hey Ratchet." Nightshade said trudging into medical bay. Some hint of guilt was found in her voice. "What did you do?" Ratchet said jerking around to see scratches and dents all over her frame. "What in the Allspark happened to you?" "Bulkhead managed to slip a hit or two. I guess I got cocky." "Go sit on the examination table. I'll be right there." Ratchet walked away mumbling something about the likeness between Sideswipe and Nightshade.
Nightshade rolled her optics at the frustrated mech fumbling with his tools. Ratchet walked back with a wrench in a hand in a medical repair kit in the other. "I swear you're meant to be with Sideswipe. Both of you are always in the medical bay 'cause of cockiness. The only difference is one is self-inflicted wounds." "You only count them as self-inflicted because you decided they needed it. The wrench was the one who inflicted the harm." Ratchet chuckled. "Do this again and you might have some self-inflicted wounds on your medical record." Nightshade brushed him aside letting Ratchet get to work on the dents.
Within 10 minutes the dents were gone. He quickly buffed the worn scratches. Ratchet brought over some new paint luckily being her original color and he touched up her paint job so it looked exactly as it originally did.
"And I'm all done." "That's Ratch. I owe you." Ratchet smiled. "Anytime. Now sit and let the paint dry." Sunstreaker walked into medical bay suddenly stopping mid-way through the door. He held a servo over his chest and suddenly taking a deep gasp as if he was hurt. "Are you painting without me?" Nightshade rolled her optics at the over acting mech. "Come on Sunny. Not a big deal." He gasped again. "Let me show you what a good paint job looks like." Ratchet mumbled something. "Fine. Fine. If it's okay with her. I'm fine with it." Sunstreaker raced out of medical bay only to return with a small can of gold paint. He held out a brush. "Hold still."
Nightshade stood in awe at the new details on her wings (A/N: NOT door wings!). Two streaks of gold decorated the end of her each wing. The shimmering color complimented her delicate features quite nicely. It brought out her the light blue in her optics. "Wow Sunstreaker. Thanks it's…amazing!" Sunstreaker did a dramatic bow. Nightshade smiled at the twin's obnoxious attitude. "Thanks Sunny." With that Nightshade left medical bay.
Perspective Change
Sideswipe was leaning against the wall when the new femme walked into the hallway. A new paint job caught his optics. "Wow." He mumbled as she passed by. A slight smile took over his faceplates. Wait. Did he just smile at a femme? Something must be wrong with him. He hadn't felt this way since… A deep frown replaced the smile. Nightshade.
End Chapter
To clear things up he did NOT just figure it out! He was just remembering her.
So he has a crush on her. Let's see were this goes! *he he*
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