Chapter 8
I awoke groggy and dangling half off of the sofa. There was crust I rubbed out my eyes and I yawned, before just giving up on the whole process of waking up and falling back into the soft cushions were my body heat had made it nice and toasty.
"Burrr waaaaaup" a loud electronic sound came from behind me. I rolled around and slightly opened opened my right eye to see a giant yellow robot with a headpiece that looked like it belonged on a bike rider, it also noticeably had it's mouth covered by said headpiece.
My mind gave me Bumblebees name immediately, but it took me a minute to remember why Bumblebee was at my house.
He was not at my house, and this was not home. I had fallen asleep on the couch at the Autobot Base.
I draped my arm over my eyes trying to block out the light that had made my sleep uncomfortable (not to mention the couch hadn't lent itself to be the best place to sleep either). My mind wasn't shutting down though, and the brief moment where I had a chance to fall back asleep had past. I was awake now.
Bee buzzed again, and I thought maybe I heard a concerned tone in it. I had no idea what he was saying though, so I dropped my arms to my sides and stared straight above me. There was a funny shaped rock I noticed, and I pretended it was a mutant rock that was secretly spying on the base, waiting for the right time to fall and strike someone on the head. 'Victory!' it would think in its final moments, just before it crumbled into a million pieces having fulfilled its purpose.
Man, my imagination can be depressing.
"Beep whoop," Bumblebee said very concerned now. I look over at him for a moment before getting half up, my back leaning against the arm rest.
"I'm fine Bumblebee, it just takes me a little bit to get up," I smiled and stretched a bit, my bones cracking as I wasn't as cramped anymore. My bladder was full and I was hungry. How long did I sleep?
"What time is it?" I asked looking over the couch and around the hanger. I found Ratchet at his screen in the niche, but everyone else was gone. Bumblebee beeped and buzzed again, but I shook my head.
"Can't understand you Bee," I said apologetically. I stretched my legs out and the knees popped. I looked around for my crutch and found it slightly underneath the couch. I pulled it out, and pulled myself up, an uncomfortable pain emanating from my bandaged foot. I needed to check out my foot too, add that to my to-do list.
I hobbled over closer to Ratchet, and yelled over to the Medic.
"Hey Ratchet! What time is it?" He flinched and glared at me.
"You don't have to yell human. I can hear you at normal volumes just fine," he shook his head and focused back onto the screen.
"Oh," I cringed. Whoops, that's cool though, they must have fine tuned their hearing so they didn't have to strain to hear humans.
"What time is it? And where is everybody?" Or every Bot-y? Ah, puns.
"At the precise moment you asked it was 7:32:132. AM." I didn't want to be the one who pointed out he didn't need to be that precise. "Arcee and Optimus are out on patrol. Bulkhead is who knows where, and of course Bumblebee and myself are here- and I can guess as to what you'll ask next. No, I have not discovered much else about the artifact, but I have seemed to have found a signal..." He tapered off, as he rubbed his chin in thought. He then hit a button and a picture of Optimus with a voice frequency measure came onto the large screen in front of him. It was angled enough that I could see it as well.
"Optimus there seems to be a Cybertronian signal my scanners are picking up. What are your orders."
"Hmmm. Where is this signal locating from?" Optimus' voice came out, from where I couldn't tell, but it was loud and clear. Ratchet pushed some buttons and a map of the world with a red dot that pulsed was placed near the center of the Arctic on the green tinted screen.
"The Arctic it seems," Ratchet replied, he didn't seem to happy about it. I heard thudding footsteps behind me and looked to see Bulkhead had entered the room, probably from the yet-to-be-seen-hallway.
"Do we have the necessary equipment to safely investigate the signal Ratchet?" Optimus asked.
"Yes, but barely."
"Me and Bee can go check this signal out," Bulkhead said as he smashed his fists together. "We might run into some Cons' and I've been itching for a fight." Bee whirred in agreement.
"Yup-up-pup! This is an in-and-out mission Bulkhead! Sub-zero conditions can cause permanent system damage."
"Update us on your missions progress Bulkhead, Bumblebee. Arcee and I will be back at the base momentarily." The call was ended, and Ratchet began hovering over the Bots' mumbling about "protection" and "necessary precautions". I watched his fretting and began to think. I couldn't for the life of me remember which instances they'd gone to cold places. It was multiple times, i'm sure, but this specific incident I couldn't remember.
"Hey, where's a bathroom?" I asked. I really had to go.
"Down the hall to your left," Ratchet dismissed, focused now on a scanner, much like the one he had used when I first met him. I took my time carefully going down the stairs and towards the hallway entrance. I'll admit I felt a little bad taking advantage of Ratchet's distraction to get permission for something he'd probably refuse if he wasn't distracted, but I really did have to go.
But maybe after I could do a little exploring. Just a little wouldn't hurt, right?
I hobbled down the hall as fast as I could, partially to avoid Ratchet changing his mind, and partially because I didn't know how much longer I could hold it in. I was in a rush, so I didn't pay much attention to my surroundings. The hallway was big (obviously) and there was wiring and tubes all above the ceiling and some tubes nearer to the ground. The walls were blank for awhile, and just when I was beginning to question if Ratchet had given me bad directions I saw many doors past a split that opened to the right. Lucily someone had taped a piece of paper that read "Bathroom! Please do not remove (or else I'll beat you up) -From Miko" There was also a bunch of doodles of stars and a figure (who I believe is supposed to be Miko) punching towards the reader. I rolled my eyes and entered. It took me a moment to locate the light switch in the dark, but when I did, fluorescent tubes of light revealed the room.
The bathroom was large, and split into two. There was a long row of toilet stalls directly to my left, and a row of four sinks and mirrors across from the stalls, the wall it was attached to partitioning the bathroom. I quickly opened the stall and mentally whined when I saw there was no toilet paper. I tried the next, then the next,and finally prayed that the last one would be my saving grace. The last stall, to my great relief did have toilet paper. I did my business and washed my hands, taking the time to wash my face with some soap as well.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
My brown eyes stared back at me, bags under them and a weariness inside them. I was surprised my acne wasn't coming in full force, considering how easily it usually developed without my skin care routine back home. My hair was a tangled mess, but considering everything, I was surprised that I didn't look as bad as I felt. I went ahead and washed my mouth, using my finger as a toothbrush, gurgling and spitting another two times. Curious, I sniffed under my armpits and instantly regretted it. Three days without a shower apparently wasn't good for smell, who'd of guessed? I went to check out the other side of the mirror wall and found an array of showers. It made sense considering this was an old government building, but I didn't care whether it did or not, I just jumped in. I quickly took off the bandage for my right foot and set it outside the shower along with my clothes, while I kept the crutch with me. There wasn't any soap, but I was okay with that, I turned on the shower and welcomed the freezing water. It was fine by me! Just forget that I'm shivering right now. I tried to quickly untangle my hair with my fingers, and, thankfully, the water either warmed up or my body acclimated to the cold temperature. I scrubbed my body down the best I could, before I got the bright idea of taking the soap and wetting a paper towel to scrub my body down. I did so, and it left small pieces of paper on me, but with a further wash it all went down the drain. Once I was satisfied, I turned off the shower and stepped out into the cold air. I tried to carefully go to the paper towels to dry myself off without getting my feet dirty as I didn't want the dirty bathroom floor to somehow create an infection in my foot. It was great feeling clean again, the only thing that I wasn't so happy about was that I had to rewear the clothes from the hospital as I didn't have anything else (I'd unfortunately left my pajamas in Agent Fowler's car). I tried to dry off my hair as best I could, but it still left it damp. Satisfied, I added to my to-do list to eventually clean the bathroom and restock it. I put on my left foots slipper (I'd really like tennis shoes or something more practical), and carefully lifted my right leg to a sink.
It wasn't pretty to say the least, but not as bad as it had been yesterday. The big toe was an angry red, and the hole (which I barely could see under the bandage as I didn't want to take it off. I didn't have a replacement yet) looked like it was starting to heal. I took a paper towel and carefully cleaned and dried the foot for extra cleanliness. I washed the bandage as best I could, and then dried it until it wasn't damp. I then carefully rewrapped the foot and placed it back down to the floor, a slight pain going up my leg at the bit of pressure I had to put on it to be able to grab my crutch.
I was done! So I left the bathroom, making sure to turn off the lights behind me. I looked around, considering whether I should go explore or go back to the main hangar, but my rumbling stomach demanded food. Meaning, as much as I wanted to explore, the need for food trumped that and only the Bots' knew where I could find this needed sustenance. I began back towards the hanger, longingly looking down the unseen hallway in front of me before continuing past it.
I overheard voices in the hangar as I approached.
"We're fine Ratchet!" The bellowing voice assured.
"I will be the judge of that!" An older sounding voice countered. I reached the end of the hallway to see the scene before me.
Ratchet was herding Bee and Bulkhead to benches he had set up, placing on them tubes and flitting around them with a scanner. I heard the sound of vehicles approaching, getting excited thinking it was Miko, Raf, and Jack, but was slightly disappointed that it was Optimus and Arcee.
Only slightly though!
Bulkhead, clearly annoyed at this point, took off the tubes on his chest, and the tubes let out a hiss of gas.
"I told you, Doc, we're fine." Ratchet quickly placed a hand on the giant's shoulder and forced him to sit back down.
"The only way to be certain you're fine, Bulkhead, is to endure standard defrosting procedure." He came closer to Bulkhead and pointed at him. "You know prolonged exposure to sub-zero conditions can cause permanent system damage," The Doc admonished.
Optimus and Arcee stepped forward."Ratchet," Optimus called, taking Ratchet's attention away from Bulkhead. "Have you learned anything more about our Arctic find?" Optimus asked.
"Not yet," Ratchet replied. He walked over to his desk space. "The pod can't be opened while it's frozen solid." He indicated to the uppermost screen where a picture of something frozen could be seen (if I had glasses). I climbed up the stairs and came closer so I could actually see. In the meantime the conversation continued.
"Can't we just melt the ice?" Bulkhead asked, the tubes reattached to his chest.
"And risk overheating whatever's inside? It could be fragile or debilitated. No, it needs to melt in it's own time." Ratchet shook his head at the idea.
"Was there anything else in the area that could relate to the pod's purpose?" Optimus asked.
"Not that we could pick up on the radar Optimus. There could have been, but we don't know," Bulkhead grumbled. They couldn't have been in the Arctic long considering it had just taken the whole time I was in the bathroom (though to be fair I was being extremely slow) before they came back.
Optimus seemed to think for a moment, and I reached the top of the stairs and quickly hobbled towards the screens, looking over to see a frozen metal pod.
"What is it?" I asked. Optimus looked up at me, and for a second I thought he looked confused.
"It's what Bulkhead and Bee found in the Arctic," Arcee responded. "Look familiar?" She asked, clearly testing.
I shook my head. "It's a Cybertronian pod, it's what's inside that might be familiar." A frozen pod…
"When are Miko, Jack and Raf coming?" I asked changing the subject.
"I can pick them up," Bulkhead volunteered. Bee buzzed in agreement.
"Oh no you don't! You both need to finish the defrosting procedure." Ratchet immediately shut them down. Bulkhead wasn't going to take it at that though.
"Come on Doc! The sun will thaw anything left stuck in our chassis."
"While I'll admit, heat can thaw out any excess frost that may be in your system, it's better if was done here."
"But your saying it doesn't have to be here." He smiled smugly.
"Can I go with?" I interrupted. I was getting tired being in the main hangar.
"Sure." Bulkhead allowed.
"Absolutely not." Ratchet immediately refused. Rachet and Bulkhead glared at each other, neither seeming to want to back down.
"Come on Doc," I teased, trying to break the tense mood. "This is the perfect opportunity to test out the transportation thing. You know, with the stick?" Ratchet frowned, and looked to Optimus for the final verdict.
He had been thinking the whole time, and with the decisions now resting on him, his looked towards Bee and Bulkhead.
"Bulkhead and Bumblebee may go to pick up the children, and Rachel is allowed to accompany you."
"Yes!" I pumped my fist in the air, and hurried to get down the stairs, but before I could get to the stairs, Optimus continued, stopping me in my tracks.
"...On the condition that you do not inform Agent Fowler about this." Optimus stared into my eyes and I mimed sealing my lips and locking it with a key. The gesture seemed to confuse the big robot.
"Sealed and locked," I explained.
Ratchet, already having changed his focus on ensuring the two Bot's were ready to roll out, scoffed.
"Like human locks aren't extremely easy to break." I rolled my eyes.
"Than cross my heart and hope to die," I said as I crossed my heart with my left hand.
"Why would you wish to die?" Ratchet asked confused.
"It's a saying- forget it," I gave up.
I got down and Bulkhead and Bee transformed. I jumped into the backseat of Bulkhead (I had a feeling, Miko would want the front, and that she might be upset if I took her place). Inside was green leather seats, nice and clean like a newly bought car. I buckled my seatbelt and rolled down the window.
"Make sure you monitor the stick!" I called out to remind Ratchet as we drove off, then rolled it back up. I watched excitedly as we went through the tunnel and the gate opened, though coming out wasn't nearly as cool (or terrifying) as coming in. As Bulkhead drove off of the concrete and onto the sand, I turned around to watch as the gate closed behind Bee and two pieces of rock came seamlessly together to create the illusion of a cohesive, uninterrupted rock face. I turned back around and looked excitedly towards the front, just as we got back onto a concrete road.
"So, tell me about yourself Bulkhead!" I asked, giddy at finally being able to spend time alone with one of the Autobots (Ratchet doesn't count).
"Uh, well what do you want to know?" He asked. It was weird there wasn't anyone in the driver's seat, and it still unsettled me at a core level.
"Hmm, let's start with the Wreckers. I'll admit I don't know much, who was a part of it?"
"Oh that brings me back. Me, Jackie, Ol' Barnacle Butt, Kup…the whole Wrecker team," he gave out a deep laughter that seemed to shake the whole vehicle. "Good times, good times."
"Ol' Barnacle Butt?" I asked. I'd never heard that one before.
"Yeah Seaspray. He's probably looking around the cosmos for us, knowing him. He reminds me of your Earth pirates, but uh, his thing is space. Not sea water." I nodded and looked outside. Bulkhead will be so happy when he gets to meet Wheeljack. Hey, wait a minute. I'd be able to meet Wheeljack! So cool! Totally not faning out here!
"Hey. If I could ask you a question?" Bulkhead asked tentatively. My eyes didn't leave the window, the sand was just too exciting, also maybe because I had no idea where to look when talking to Bulkhead. I just got a disturbing thought. What if I was actually sitting in what is usually his intestines or stomach or something like that? How gross would that be?
"Shoot."
"Well, you know a lot of Bots, right? Do you know… who's, you know, out there still?"
"Oh Bulkhead," I whispered, but still loud enough where he could hear. "I know as much about that as you do. I just know different Bot's name, and what happened to them in a different time line or reality or whatever. Things are different here," I tried to explain. It was a half-truth, I did know some of the Cybertronians who were alive, Wheeljack amongst them, but at the same time I couldn't tell him every Bot who was still online because I didn't know every Bot who was still alive.
I smiled.
"For example, the Arcee I'm familiar with is pink."
"Pink? Your processor must be fried, because there isn't a chance in all of Cybertron that Arcee would ever be pink." He did another of his bellowing laughs, and this time I laughed with him.
"Like I said. It's different," I smiled. The town of Jasper could be seen in the distance now.
"How about we go to easier questions? How old are you Bulky?" I asked. He chuckled.
"You never ask a Bot his age, let's just say I'm far older than you kid."
"How about Bee?" I asked curious.
"BabyBot? He's couldn't be older than a few million years. The kid has had a lot of tough experiences though, what with emerging during the war. His was one of the last batch of Bots to emerge from the Well of AllSparks."
"A few million, huh?" I asked awed. It was incredible, but hearing it, that this was a being who'd been alive before humanity had even existed was a jarring experience. Millions of years.
"Yeah, you humans maybe last a single century, right? How do you manage to do anything with so short of time?"
"Uh, we manage. It's about having goals and steps in one's life is all." I already had a general idea of what my life would be. Graduate, work, marry, have kids, then grow old and die. That was the plan, heck I'm pretty sure that's most people's template.
To a being who lives so long, we must be like a single grain of sand in the wind.
I then thought to the Robots in Disguise cartoon. I had attributed the lack of continuation of the human compatriots from Prime's story line to being because Hasbro wanted to distance the new show from Prime, but being here a different reason wormed itself into my brain.
It was because we would always be only an infinitesimally small portion of their lives. We didn't matter.
It brought me to a silence for the rest of the ride into town. We passed by building after building until we started going through a residential neighborhood. Bulkhead pulled into the driveway to a one story white house with a simple wooden door and we waited.
It didn't take long for Miko to come out of the house and practically float into the car.
"Bulkhead!" She greeted as she opened the passenger seat. "And Rachel! This is great! Bulkhead play track 3, you know, from the CD I gave you yesterday?" She got in, and as she closed the door, a loud heavy guitar started playing from speakers that seemed to surround me. I instantly regretted choosing to go with Bulkhead instead of Bee.
"Miko!" I tried to scream over the music.
"Whooohooo!" She yelled without a care in the world. Great, she couldn't hear me. I lapsed into silence then. Bulkhead continued down streets, now going the opposite direction, until we reached another neighborhood and we pulled up to a one story house with a garage connected to the main home. It took a moment, but I recognized the house as Jack's home. His mom was a nurse wasn't she? So she was often absent from the house. Said black haired boy came out of the house carrying a plastic bag. When he looked up, he hesitated for a moment looking around, before seemingly giving in and approaching the car. Miko rolled down the window and the loud music blared out onto the street.
"Come on in Jack, four makes a real party," she said mischievously. I shook my head at her tone and called over her.
"Just come on in Jack, it's probably not a trap." Probably.
At my voice, Jack smiled and opened the rear door opposite to me, and I waved.
"Hey Rachel," He got in, shut the door, and put on his seatbelt.
"Sup Jack?" I said, trying to sound way cooler than I am. Both Miko and Jack laughed, and I smiled.
"Wha-what was that supposed to be?" Miko asked.
I grinned at her. "That was my terrible impression of Jazz," I said as I tried to bring up my glasses, before realizing I didn't have any, and awkwardly putting my hand back down.
Bulkhead had stopped I realized a second after, and he had turned off the radio.
"You know Jazz?" Bulkhead asked incredulously. I nodded, not getting what the big deal here was.
"Yeah, Optimus' second lieutenant, overall one of his closest friends and ally."
"Whose his second-in-command?" Bulkhead asked suspiciously.
"Ultra Magnus?" I replied. "I think, of course," I added at the end just in case. Bulkhead only hummed and restarted his engines, as we continued down the road, this time without any music. The sudden interrogation had ruined the mood.
"So both of your parents are okay with you being out on the weekend?" I asked. I knew Jack had plenty of excuses he could use, but I'd always wondered if Miko even cared.
"My mom's a nurse and usually works on the weekend, so as long as I'm home before her, I'm good," Jack replied. I nodded, then looked over at Miko expectantly.
"I usually go out on my own on weekends anyway. My foster parents are used to it by now," she said it so nonchalantly it took me a moment to process what she had said.
"Wait, what did you use to do?" I asked curious.
"That is for me to know, and for you to find out," she smiled at her mysteriousness, and I rolled my eyes.
"So did you go to school Rachel?" Jack asked. I smiled at him and nodded.
"Freshman University extraordinaire," I even did jazz hands (Hah! Did that count as a pun? If I ever got to meet Jazz, I had to do that).
"Who talks about school on a weekend?" Miko huffed in annoyance. "Bulkhead, how about track 4?"
The ride continued in deafening noise until we got near to the base. Bulkhead slowed down, and looking into the mirrors, I could see Bee was in his Camaro form and following behind us. We past the stop sign and headed towards the gate. I slightly winced still, even knowing it'd be perfectly fine, I couldn't help my friendly self-preservation instincts. We passed through fine though, back into the metal tunnel until we reached the main hangar. In front of us was Rachet, and behind him towards the groundbridge was Arcee and Optimus.
Miko was the first to get out, and I followed after, leaving Jack the last to get out of Bulkhead. I looked over to see Raf getting out of Bee as well. Once all the humans were out, they both transformed into their bipedal modes.
"Miss us Doc Bot?" Miko called out to Rachet as she got out of the car. He groaned.
"Shouldn't they be in school?" Rachet asked to anyone who was listening.
"On Saturday?" Miko asked, clearly offended by even the mere idea. She gestured to herself with both hands. "We have the whole weekend off," she lazily gestured to Rachet as she passed him towards the stairs "to spend with you."
Rachet shook his head, clearly offended by even the mere idea.
Miko waved to Optimus, and I followed her towards the stairs, but stopped halfway to wait for Jack and Raf. Jack walked towards Arcee, looking at the open groundbridge and then back to her.
"What gives, Arcee?" He asked stopping in front of her. Arcee crossed the rest of the distance.
"Tag-team Jack," she explained. Her right servos swept towards the groundbridge, while her left she placed on her hip. "It's my turn for exploration duty."
"Oh, too bad," he shrugged than crossed his arms. "It's a beautiful day for a ride. Would hate for you to feel guilty for leaving me indoors." Arcee got the undertext, and now both her servos were at her hips.
"Arctic exploration duty."
"Indoors where it's warm," Jack quickly shifted, pointing towards the stairs, leaving to travel up them. Raf's little feet brought him to where Jack was standing before, and he looked up amazed.
"The Arctic? I've always wanted to see snow," he sounded hopeful.
"I would invite you to join Rafael, but the conditions are much too extreme." Optimus replied, clutched his right servos into a fist, than opened it to indicate towards Arcee and himself. "Even for we Autobots."
Raf looked down, disappointed. "I...understand," and when he looked up, the disappointment was gone. Arcee gave Raf a half smile in apology, and Optimus went to go into the groundbridge, but hesitated and looked back down at Raf.
"But I will bring you back a snowball," Optimus offered.
"That would be awesome!" Raf said happily. I watched as they walked the rest of the way into the Bridge and a flash of bright light shone before the bridge powered down. Miko lightly tapped my shoulder and indicated with her head towards the couch, with Jack and Raf following behind. I looked over at Rachet and he was tinkering with the groundbridge controls, sparks occasionally flying from it.
Rachet probably was fine. He got this, right?
"So, what do you guys think we should do today?" Miko asked Bee and Bulk behind me. As they continued to talk my focus brought me back to what had just transpired.
Snowball… Optimus just promised Raf a snowball, and Rachet was having trouble with the controls, not the best timing if you asked me. Where had I heard that from.
No not where, when?
Rachet became visibly agitated with the control.
"Bulkhead, Bumblebee! Here! Now!" He looked over towards them and pointed at them and where he was. I walked over towards their side on the second floor and leaned against the rails. Rachet was desperately pushing buttons on the screen above the lever, while said lever was sparking with electricity coming off of it. I'm pretty sure that's not supposed to happen. I cringed.
Bulkhead seemed upset by something.
"You can't boss us around just because the boss is out." Oh, was this a continuation of Bulkheads annoyance with Rachet?
"I need some heavy lifting, the groundbridge is down," Rachet explained, still frantically trying to work the control. Bee gave two confused whirrs.
"Optimus and Arcee made it through just fine. It's bringing them back that concerns me," Rachet said looking at the two Bots. "Now remove those panels," he indicated towards the panels he was talking about. "Chop-chop," he said while making chopping motions with his servos. Bulkhead and Bee hurried to lift the heavy panels, while Rachet checked the wiring and got out tools on his person to further dismantle the groundbridge. I looked at Jack and Miko sitting on the couch playing a game, then noticed Raf entering the hallway to the other parts of the base. A concern hit me in my heart, seeing his expression was a little down, so I decided to follow him.
Getting down the stairs took me a little bit, so by the time I had gotten down and started down the hallway, I couldn't see Raf, but I could hear his footsteps. I slowly followed the sounds, as my thoughts brought me back to the events that had played out so far. Arctic, Arctic find, ground-bridge stopped working, Raf, Miko, and Jack were here… Damn it! If I had rewatched the series instead of starting on Robots in Disguise I'd remember what all this led to!
The sounds had stopped, and I realized I had gone further into the base than I'd intended. I had no idea where I was.
"Raf?" I called out, starting to feel a bit weary at being alone in unfamiliar surroundings. I could have sworn I heard a noise, so I began to follow it, turning a corner, than turning another.
All the halls looked the same, and they were all empty. My heart started beating heavily in my chest.
"Rafael?" I called out again.
I heard a loud scraping next to me and a scream burst from my lungs.
I accidentally tripped as I tried to flee away from the wall that had been the source of the noise, my breath caught in my throat as I starred in apprehension towards the wall.
Nothing happened.
Breath Rachel, breath. In and out, in and out. Like that. Now calm yourself, calm.
"Rachel?"
A scream burst out of my mouth again before I covered it with my hand. I looked up to see Raf, just Raf, thank God. I put a hand on my chest and breathed a sigh of relief, and chuckled.
"You scared me there for a second Raf," I said in another sigh of relief as I got back up with my crutch and dusted myself off, checking to make sure I was okay and hadn't hurt myself again.
"I thought I heard someone calling my name," he explained, and I nodded sheepishly.
"Yep. That was me, just got lost... for...a second…" I tapered off.
Because in Raf's arms was a Scraplet sound asleep.
Scrap.
Author's Notes: Back to normal.
So no more of the crazy schedule I set for myself last week. It was difficult for me to get out two chapters in one week (though that's really my fault for making my spring break promise in the first place). I tried to get this chapter through in time as well but missed my own deadline. My schedule still stands though:
***New Chapter's every Friday or Saturday****
I'm getting rid of the time part though.
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