(Y/N) tries to continue without Hot Rod, but it's a struggle. She can't contact any other bot to talk to them doesn't help. Her depressed mind tells her the only Autobot who cared about her is gone, and she's better off dead. (Y/N) is still terrified, but it's been three days, and no one makes sure she's doing ok.
"I'll be with you in heaven, Hot Rod," she says.
Before jumping off the bed, she hears the front door open. She hears loud pedsteps coming closer to the room.
Why would a con be here? (Y/N) questions.
The cybertronian runs into the room. (Y/N) doesn't recognize the color scheme.
"(Y/N)!" The mech yells and grabs her. They take the rope off her before she screams, "no, (Y/N); it's me, Hot Rod."
Bumblebee and Ratchet hear the screaming and question if Hot Rod needs help. The two go into the house but stay in the hallway by the room.
"Who wouldn't be scared as they see a bot with unfamiliar colors?" Bee whispers, "at least his voice didn't change."
They wait to see if Hot Rod can deal with the situation.
"Oh, now the cons sent a clone?!" (Y/N) questions, "Why to mean not to infiltrate the Autobots' base?! Oh shit, kill me! I'll die before telling you where they are!"
(Y/N) can't break free from the servo that holds her.
"I swear I'm Hot Rod," Hot Rod repeats, "could the cons program a clone knowing that I know you love me? Or the feeling of loving you?"
(Y/N) looks at Hot Rod. She sees the same color she sees when Hot Rod looks at her.
I don't think he wanted to confess this way, but how could I not see it? (Y/N) thinks.
Hot Rod sets (Y/N) on the bed, and the familiar holoform she knows appears.
"See? Just a new paint job," Hot Rod smiles.
"Let's go," Ratchet whispers as Hot Rod and (Y/N) kiss.
"I don't think she's ok," Bumblebee comments, "I worry she'll think she's dreaming, and for a while, she'll dream that this didn't happen."
"You might be right, but Hot Rod will be with her."
Hot Rod already told the two mechs that he'd stay with (Y/N) if he could stop her before she hurts herself or worse.
Hot Rod hates hearing how little (Y/N) has eaten since she got the news that he died.
I'm going to rage at them later. Hot Rod notes, happy (Y/N) has lost little weight.
He makes one of (Y0N)'s favorites, hoping she'll eat.
Everything is fine until (Y/N) wakes up screaming in the middle of the night.
"(Y/N), you're ok," Hot Rod hugs her, hating that she's trembling and that he was right about her having a nightmare. He hates seeing the sadness in her eyes, "I'm ok. I can have Ratchet for a health check, and you can watch if that'll help you."
(Y/N) agrees but still struggles to get back to sleep. It's two in the morning by the time he's asleep.
Hot Rod: Look, I'm sorry to wake you, but I need you to do a health check tomorrow. I didn't know if you needed to prepare or not.
Ratchet: She woke up, terrified, didn't she? Ok, I can see you tomorrow at ten.
Hot Rod is happy he doesn't need to sleep, and that (Y/N) slept the rest of the night.
Hot Rod is pleased that (Y/N) will eat breakfast.
That's all I need for Ratchet to scold me for not ensuring she's eating. Hot Rod sighs.
"You know she might still have nightmares for a while?" Ratchet asks, 'I think her mind is still thinking she's imagining you're here, even if both of you can touch each other."
"I think she'll be better mentally after this," Hot Rod argues.
(Y/N) watches Ratchet look over every inch of Hot Rod's bipedal form. Hot Rod didn't think Ratchet would go as far as checking his processor, but goes along with the plan. Hot Rod assumed Ratchet would add checking his holoform.
"See, (Y/N)? Hot Rod is alive and healthy," Ratchet assures her,
The two mechs know she still needs to recover mentally from this, but Ratchet hopes this will help her, as Hot Rod believes.