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maltmealo · 30 days

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Chapter 19: Three-to-three ratio

"Ha... look at that, he's actually alive."

"Thats kinda the point of... all of this."

"Don't be rude, they're exhausted and probably in shock."

A laugh woke you up from your dreamless state. Children’s giggles bouncing around in your head and making it hard to fall back into the thick embrace of sleep. Blueberries and raspberries filled your mouth, the fruity taste coupled by a citrusy scent that was so similar to someone.

“Who are you?” The childish voice makes you snap awake, a dusty red and dark purple swirling together in your vision until the colors slowly morphed into child-like shapes standing above you. You slowly push yourself off the bed and the light children give you space, stepping away from your awakening form.

“(Y/N),” you respond, getting to your feet only to realize you were standing on a pile of blankets. you carefully step out of the blankets, stepping onto the hard metal floor below. The children again follow, giggling and muttering to each other. They were barely above your waist, almost looking like a toddler with the proportion of an adult.

“How’d ya get here?” the red one asks, stepping forward to face you, well, sort of face you, they had no face, only a blank red slate where their voice was coming from. “This place is fer us, not you.”

“Well… I apologize for invading your privacy,” you answer, glancing around the room lightly before finding that too invasive and instead looking down at the child again. “I don’t know how I got here, I was with my friend a little bit ago.”

“Friend, huh? Well I'm going to put my friend up your-” The angry red light-child is cut off by the purple one, they whisper something into the red one’s ear. The red one pauses, their shoulders dropping and visibly relaxing.

“Sorry ‘bout him, he’s just protective,” the purple one says, stepping forward and grabbing your wrist. The red one takes a place on the other side of you, taking your other wrist and tugging you out of the room.

“I’m Rumble and he’s Frenzy,” The purple one proclaims happily, jerking a thumb in the direction of the red one. They slow down once they pull you out of the room, weaving through countless bright white lights that wander around you.

“Don’t worry, we know who you're looking fer,” Frenzy laughs, pushing past one of the lights and it makes a noise similar to a low grumble, “Come on!”

Frenzy pushes open a door and a loud roaring slams into your ears as soon as he pulls you in, Rumble follows quickly, taking the lead and pulling you towards the railing. The bright light fills your vision, temporarily blinding you.

When your eyes adjusted, you could see what the cheering was for, an arena. A whole ass gladiator arena, with two people fighting in it. The seats were crowded with bright lights of all different colors, some mixing and some fading in and out. The cheering was boisterous and heavy, all but forcing your head down to watch the fight in the middle.

Before you could even squint to try and see who the two fighting were, Frenzy jumped onto the railing, almost hanging over the unsteady protective metal as he shouted at the top of his lungs.

“GET HIS AFT!” He screamed just as you grabbed his arm to prevent him from falling. He instead dragged you and Rumble closer, his shouting becoming incomprehensible shouting.

“There!” Rumble shouted as well, pointing to the fighter that had a purple haze around him.

You squint your eyes to see, and it was none other than Doctor Sowa, no longer in a lab coat but instead in black and purple clothes. He was fighting a dark cloud, tendrils of shadows whipping out from the cloud as it fought against your dear doctor.

You gasp as one of the cloud’s attacks landed, sending him flying back into the arena wall. You lean on the rails with Frenzy, now in worry for your friend's life.

“We need to stop this, he's going to die!” You shout, trying to pull away to find someone that could stop this death match but the two children stop you.

“No, no!” They say in unison, dragging you back to the railing and pointing down.

“Don’t you worry, he always wins, this piece of scrap is nuthing to him!” Rumble explains, eagerly watching as Doctor Sowa gets pinned down at the cloud.

You could only close your eyes and bite your tongue, expecting the worst to become of him. A loud ‘CHOOM’ echoes through as the arena is silenced, only a faint buzzing lingering in the air. You crack your eyes open, only to see the same blue fire only a few feet behind the fading black cloud.

Sowa was still standing, unphased by the impact he had taken. The crowd broke out in a cheer, the boo’s of whoever was around quickly being quieted by the unholy shriek of victory from Rumble. Suddenly you were being dragged away again, your heels scraping against the ground as the two light children all but carried you down a flight of stairs to the side.

“Where are we going?” You ask just as your feet finally get the message and start to move with the kids. They let your elbows go for just long enough that you weren't walking backwards before they grabbed your arm again and dragged.

“To see him,” Frenzy answered curtly, kicking open an old door with his foot and leaving a dark green light flashing and jumping back before it could hit him.

“Doctor Sowa?”

“Um… no,” Frenzy said, looking up at you. You could only assume he was confused but since he was faceless it could have been any range of emotion.

“He ain’t a doctor, he’s the best fighter ever!” Rumble chirped, stopping at a door before letting your elbow go. Frenzy followed suit, opening the door and walking in calmly.

Rumble pushed you in and the unbearable roar of the crowd was instantly muted, replaced with a soft humming of the man sitting in a chair.

“Sowa,” You say in relief, before you could even open your mouth again he gestured for you to sit. You did, taking place in an old metal chair that was rusted and slightly blue.

He nodded and took off the face mask, revealing scarred lips covered in blood and flickering purple lights. Rumble and Frenzy were now by Sowa’s side, gripping onto his pant legs and muttering amongst themselves again.

“Where are we?” You asked after a moment of enjoying the quiet, leaning back against the chair to look Sowa in the eyes.

“A memory,” His voice came out hoarsely, like a sound not spoken in eons, an echoing sound of an old pipe filled with holes. It was slightly monotone, yet you felt everything he felt. A deep calm washed over you as you spoke, “a good one.”

“You’re talking.”

“I am, this was a time before I took my vow of silence.”

“Are these your-”

“Children… yes, you seem to already be well acquainted,” he says in the same tone, watching the children as they run off to the corner and start tumbling around,

You watch them as well, unsure of where to go off of this before finally speaking up again, “I thought you said…”

“This is a memory, (Y/N), they have long since been… extinguished,” His voice gets solemn and Rumble tackles Frenzy into a pile of rubber scraps. They burst out into a fit of laughter as they grab handfuls of rubber and hurl it at one another. “They are the reason for my silence.”

One of the handfuls hits you square in the face, the black pieces falling into your lap. The children, blissfully aware of the faceful of old rubber you had just received, continued to play.

“Why am I here?” You ask, beginning to collect the pieces of rubber that had fallen into your lap. You place them in your palm one by one, the sides fitting together like a puzzle piece.

“You’re injured,” he states simply, standing up and plucking bits of it out of your hair.

“It’s rubber, not acid,” you chuckle, looking down at the deformed puzzle in your palm. It vaguely resembles a sharper version of the Autobots symbol.

“Your spark,” he reached out, pressing his palm flat against your chest. You could feel your heart beating through your body, a constant and rhythmic bump-bumping that almost made your head hurt, “You’re drained, you shouldn’t have gone with the Autobot.”

“Cliffjumper?” You ask, your head jerking up from your palm to look in the face, “is he okay? Did the others manage to find him?”

He stayed silent. With the other hand, he reached down and curled your palm up, the rubber symbol crumbling and falling to the floor. He took his hand away from your chest, pushing up and away from you as he went over to pull the two fighting children away from each other.

Before you could even speak to ask again, a cat jumped up on your lap. Well… it wasn’t really a cat, only a dark purple light in the shape of a cat, but it purred as it settled down onto your lap.

“That is Ravage,” he sits back down, both the children under each arm and dangling limply as they mutter angrily to one another.

You run your hand over the light, it didn't feel like fur instead like… scratchy carpet. You cringe, the sensation sending chills down your spine but the cat was purring even louder so you continued, “He’s cute.”

He nodded, switching the children to sit on his lap. He looked down at the two children, now happily leaning against their father and falling asleep, a day of screaming and dragging around a grown human would do that to a child.

“Is he gone?”

He stays silent, still looking down at the two children and at your lap.

“Doctor, is Cliffjumper gone?”

“It is… not known yet,” he says quietly, standing up and walking over to the rubber pile, setting the two children down in it before turning back to you, “I believe you say that it is ‘up for debate’.”

“Yeah for something like parents arguing or what to eat for dinner not… a friend dying,” you say quietly, picking up Ravage and hugging him against your chest.

He stays silent again looking for the words.

“You cared for him.”

“Yes.”

“I don’t understand… You barely knew him, he was nothing more then your caretaker,” he starts, his voice gurgling into something robotic as the lights flickered, “you care for someone you know nothing about.”

“So? He was still a person, and he cared for me, and nobody deserves to die just for trying to survive,” You whisper. Ravage meows in your arms, squirming in discomfort at your harsh pets. You ease up on the pets, your gaze locking with the ground.

“It’s a war, he was bound to die eventually.”

“So are you, but you don’t have to be an ass about it,” You snap, letting Ravage shimmy out of your arms and watching him as he crawls up on Sowa’s lap, “And even if you were right, wars are stupid, nobody deserves to be in a war.”

He didn’t answer, instead standing up and letting Ravage scale up to his shoulder as he walked to the foam pit and set down the two kids. They groan, mildly protesting before letting go and holding onto each other instead. Ravage joined them, resting at their heads and purring quietly.

“You are more kind than many people, perhaps this war could have been avoided if you were there,” he said lowly, kneeling in front of you and taking your hand, “but it is doubtful your opinion would have stopped the two factions from fighting.”

“Thanks I feel so much better,” You pull away from Sowa and stand up, dragging your hand down your face as you walk to the wall.

You rest your head against the wall, closing your eyes as you wrap your arms around yourself in a pseudo hug. He was right, you were one person, even if you had been there, what would a little human do to stop a war? What could one person do to stop a war?

Two arms wrapped around you, keeping you firmly pressed against his chest as Sowa sighed. He rested his head on your shoulder, keeping silent for a moment before squeezing you gently.

“It’s not your fault, and you're not even supposed to be involved in this, you cannot feel guilty for a war and death that was inevitable,” He muttered, pulling away and turning you back to look at him, his lips pressed into a thin line and he reached up and wiped away the wet from your cheek.

“I have to.” Your voice comes out weak and cracked. You had to, they were people too, people who had dreams, had ambitions, had friends and families. Bumblebee had known nothing but war, he didn’t know what peace meant.

“No, you don’t, this doesn’t involve you.” He mimicked your volume, “This is a memory, my memory, this was what I experienced before the war, I would give many things to have this moment back.”

He gestured to the three in the foam pit, soundly asleep and snoring softly. He turned back to you and cupped your cheek, gently rubbing his thumb over it.

“You are a smart and capable human, you can make a new life until I find a way for you to go home,” he whispered, slowly moving you towards the foam pit, “You cannot stay with the autobots.”

Before you could protest, he brought you down into the foam pit next to the three sleeping. He sits down beside you, awkwardly bending his lanky legs to fit in the pile of foam.

“I can’t leave the Autobots, they said they’d get me home once the war was over-”

“This war will never be over until we destroy each other,if you get more involved with this then you already are, the Decepticons would not hesitate to kill you and go to your home as well.” He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer.

His body radiated a heat that almost burned you, making you close your eyes as the intense waves of heat rolled off him. He let out a breath, his chest heaving up and down. The heat died down a little, but didn’t leave.

“My Children died in this war, I only have one left, I do not wish for you to suffer as I have,” he says softly, squeezing you tightly, “You have no one you need to protect, you need to be protected.”

“I…I can’t just leave, Sowa, I care for these people and I might be able to help,” you try to explain, opening your eyes and looking up at him. He was looking down at you, his eyes locking onto yours before he nodded slowly.

“I can’t force you,” he said quietly, his arm loosening around you, “just please, think about it.”

Little hands grabbed your shirt, a quiet groan coming from the faces now buried in your stomach from the two dimmed lights that had somehow managed to roll over to where you were without you noticing.

“Are ya leavin’?” Rumble mutters, tiredly rubbing his face as he looks up at you. He grabbed another handful of your shirt and yanked you to lay down, snuggling into your side, “Please don’t, I like ya, ya sound nice an’ we don’t got a carrier.”

He shoved the side of his head against your chest and Frenzy did the same to your back, effectively trapping you with their tiny, ungodly strong hands.

“Aw honey, I'm sorry but I gotta go eventually,” You say, softening at the child's plea for your company.

“Pleaseee, I promise we’ll be good,” Frenzy whines, his arms tightening almost painfully around your chest.

Another pair of arms wrap around the three of you, pulling you deeper into the pile of foam. Sowa curled around you three, carefully making sure to set Ravage on your side.

“Stay, sleep for a bit, you’ll be okay when you wake up just… think about what I said.”

The purple haze washes over you again, mixed with the lights of Rumble, Frenzy, and Ravages. It was warm, the comforting fog of the family made you sink further into your mind. Away from worry, away from war, away from the Autobots and Decepticons. The sting of your broken soul faded away, filled with his instead. He was supporting you, keeping you from falling back down.

“I’m so sorry for what has happened to you, but I will not let you fade,” he promised. The promise was a lock, the citrusy smell digging into your smell and anchoring it there. He urged you to sleep, they all did.

Stay.

Sleep.

Please just be with us.

Your eyes closed, you were safe in his arms, in his memories you would never leave. A permanent resident of his happiest time. The sparks of the many he had created along with one he had saved. He was happy here, you were happy here.

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Panicked noises woke up, beeping, the roaring of fire, the slamming windchimes, rain, the beating of a heart- it was to much- too much-

A cowbell.

A guitar string.

And a steady faucet drip.

They were new, they were… odd, almost as panicked as the others but in a strange way, scared.

Little hands touched your arm and the dinging got louder, A gentle shake tried to rouse you from your sleep. Another rougher grasp took hold of your arm, viciously shakily you as the thrumming got more frequent. The rougher hand was pulled away by the water, a mutter broke through the barrage of worried noise.

“Stop…. Hurt….”

The three new sounds were pulled away as the windchimes came closer. The ground left your back and was replaced by warm metal digits that trembled lightly.The three sounds quickly came back, clambering onto the servo with you, getting quieter in the presence of the windchimes.

“Wake up, please.”

The genuinity of the voice made it hard to resist its plea. As much as you wanted to stay with the pleasant feel of the four who had asked so nicely for you to stay, the panicking voice of Ratchet made it hard to stay.

Your eyes cracked open and the usually blinding light was replaced with the several bright blue lights of your inhuman friends and the softer eyes of three humans hovering above you.

“Look! Street girl’s waking up!”

#tfp #transformers x reader #arcee x reader #optimus prime x reader #transformers #bulkhead #bumblebee x reader #cliffjumper #ratchet x reader

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weenwrites · 1 year

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How about if reader accidentally witnessed tfp cliffjumper being ambushed by the decepticons and decided to step in and provide a distraction to help cliffjumper take them down and get away? What would be the bots reaction? (Preferably, cliffjumper, arcee, ratchet and optimus) thanks!

Cliff's pretty surprised to see a human jump in to distract some cons for him. Usually humans scream and run away upon seeing a giant robot, so he takes a liking to you pretty quickly. Once he deals with the cons and escorts you back to base (which is probably pretty easy for him to do since you decided to help him out in the first place), he does the usual. He introduces you to the team and you're assigned a guardian. Even if he wasn't assigned as your guardian, he'd still chat and hang around you afterward.

Similar to Cliffjumper, Arcee could probably take a liking to you too. And while you don't get any "thank you" from her and you won't be able to tell that she's grateful, she is. She just hopes that this doesn't become a common occurrence now that you're part of the team.

As per usual, Ratchet's about as excited to see another human as you'd expect. That's right! He isn't. Sure, he appreciates that you helped Cliffjumper get out of a rock and a hard place, but he's still mostly upset that the team has to now worry about you. If this happens to be a common occurrence every now and then, he'll get pretty good at spotting you just before you sneak through the groundbridge.

Optimus never really expected to see a human do such a thing, but he's pleasantly surprised, however he does find it unfortunate that another person has to get involved with the Autobots and Decepticons. Similar to the rest of his team, he hopes this isn't a common occurrence because it's very reckless and not only puts you in danger, but the rest of the team as well.

#tfp imagines #tfp headcanons #tfp x reader #tfp cliffjumper #cliffjumper x reader #tfp arcee #arcee x reader #tfp ratchet #ratchet x reader #tfp optimus prime #optimus prime x reader #x reader #reader insert #self insert #weenwrites

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hi-im-writting · 2 years

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Flustered Bots (part 1?)

(Tried having a theme)

Optimus Prime's antenna thingys will flutter when he's flustered and/or surprised. His face mask will close if he's flustered too.

Ratchet's doesn't really have any thing that move, but his ear things do move ever so slightly if you make him blush. It's really hard to tell tho.

Arcee's wing things flutter when she's flustered and it's hecking embarrassing for her but the others think it's cute. She's also really easily flustered which does not help things!

I don't have much for Bulkhead other than he's gets really, really flustered very easily. He'll also start studding a bit and rubbing the back of his head.

Bumblebee flaps his door wings in general. It doesn't matter if he's flustered or not. If he's happy there waving. He gets super shy when he's been flirted with, but that kinda applies to everyone here.

Cliff may act like he's not fazed but inside he's screaming. (In a good way)

Smokescreen is a wing waver as well. He also studders and looks away alot too.

Ulta Magnus (Magdong) will suppress this feeling. No one will ever know, but he will thank you for the compliment.

Wheeljack's wing things also move. Like Cliffjumper, he tries to play it off as if this always happens, but he's literally just mush in your hands.

#writting stuff #tfp x reader #tfp #tf #tfp optimus prime #tfp ratchet #tfp arcee #tfp bulkhead #tfp bumblebee #tfp cliffjumper #tfp smokescreen #tfp ultra magnus #tfp wheeljack #headcanon #tfp headcanons #transformers #transformers prime

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ilovefoodwithallmylife · 2 years

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Transformers Prime/TFP Autobots as sparklings💕

A/N: Welp, I was bored. GIFs do not belong to me, the credits go to the original creators (Some were found on google). My work was kinda inspired by @naida-nikarai and lastly, I hope they don't seem OOC😭.

Link to Decepticon Version;

Warnings: Light injuries and Fluff.

Optimus Prime: An adorable obedient little angel, he's a very sweet and kind sparkling for his age. He gets really happy when he receives any type of affection from you, you can even see his optics light up. In return, he willingly helps you, if you are in dire need of assistance. Optimus can be a playful sparkling as well, so when you have free time, you both would play games together and have fun, you two would end up sleeping together, tried yet, happy from the time you both had together.

Ultra Magnus: Now despite his age, he's a very quiet and stern sparkling. Who tends to isolate himself from other sparklings. But when it comes to you, he's curious about what you do. So please be a good example to him. Just like Optimus, He feels warm whenever you show him affection, even if he's not expressing it freely. Ultra Magnus will show it through his actions, by asking you that if you need any help he's there, just like Prime.

Ratchet: He's a sparkling who is mostly the type to want things to be his way, if others disagree he'll start a tantrum or scream at them rudely. Not only that, Ratchet can be stubborn sparkling when he's doing something and he needs your help or assistance, for sure he will hide that he needs your guidance. But Ratchet would let out small huffs when he sees you having injuries on you. Warning you to be more careful when he gently helps you apply medicine.

Bulkhead: A big crybaby, just because he looks tough, Bulkhead is sensitive and shy. He's a sparkling who wants to make new friends but is too scared to talk, so he goes back to you, needing comfort and reassurance. Please don't be harsh and strict towards him. He can't help but be joyful when you give him any type of affection, especially if you guys cuddle together. Give him a small smooch he'll cling onto you more, being more than happy.

Arcee: A very silent and distant sparkling. To the point that you won't know what's going on in her mind, what she wants, etc. Though she can be a handful to deal with when Arcee is angry, she tends to scream and be disrespectful. Be patient with her alright? Give her time to just let herself be alone and talk to her when she feels better and calm. When she receives affection and care from you, Arcee becomes shy. You can even see a small tint of blue Energon on her face when you do so.

Wheeljack: He's a troublemaker, so make sure to watch him properly for Wheeljack to be safe. He's going to be caught by you, doing silly and reckless shenanigans he's not supposed to do. More importantly, hide away any materials that can cause potential threats. For sure he'll try to do something funny that will hurt him by accident. It's hard to put him into stasis, Wheeljack's a sparkling that's energetic and bold, and mostly he has a liking to staying up late at night. He doesn't mind affection or hugs from you, but he'll get annoyed if you smother him though.

Bumblebee: Is a sparkling that is talkative. He'll express himself by happily letting out buzzes and beeps. He is curious and sparkling as well about the world around him. Just like Bulkhead he can be sensitive, he'll cry out in fear if there is something that he finds scary. So please comfort him and calm him down, let him know that you're there for him no matter what. Bumblebee's the type to adore and love you, he sees you as somebody he wants to be so, expect the young sparkling to look up to you a lot. He loves affection, like Bulkhead he enjoys most of it especially if it's cuddles.

Smokescreen: Oh my Primus, he's going to be a Responsibility to deal with. Smokescreen is a very energetic and hyper sparkling that you can get tired and exhausted from him. Like Wheeljack, he can be a troublemaker too. So be sure that he does not do something risky. But he does cry if you don't listen or pay attention to him, which is something that he needs. You can calm him down by swaying him in your arms securely while singing a sweet lullaby. Slowly he'll begin to fall asleep in your arms, due to you being so gentle and kind.

Cliffjumper: Such a friendly and playful sparkling. When he sees other sparklings he'll talk to them as if they are already his friends. And it would attract others to play with him. Because of how sweet and extraverted he is. Though he's not the best when it comes to listening to you, when his attention is on you, it can be short. But he tries hard. He's a tough one so you don't see him cry often. You only see him cry is when you leave him to fall into stasis. He wants you to snuggle him to sleep. It makes him feel protected and safe and he enjoys the feeling of himself being taller than you.

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mariacrow · 10 months

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❁ Mini Quizz! ❁

It doesn’t matter Cliff is one with the Allspark, we still appreciate him here 🥰

Dividers belong to @cute-sushi-roll , @tex-treasures 🌻💛

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isabellavolere · 4 months

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Transformers Prime—Part 9: The Imposter

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“Miko, slow down, I can’t understand you when you don’t speak with spaces between your words like normal people,” you had said as you closed the book you had previously been reading.

After the day you had been through at school that morning, all you had wanted to do was sit against the secret alcove you had found while exploring the Autobot base, crack open your book, and escape reality. But when Miko had brought you crashing from the imaginary universe of your favorite book to the present, gushing about some sort of signal Ratchet had picked up from his scanner, you were less than thrilled with her enthusiasm.

You had also been mildly impressed by how quickly she was able to find the spot that had taken you an hour to discover, but your thoughts had been interrupted.

“But y/n, it’s an Autobot signal! Don’t you know what that could mean?” She has asked with wide eyes.

“That the Decepticons want to bait us into thinking there’s an Autobot out there somewhere so they can attack us when we least expect it?” you had asked flatly.

“Oh, you sound like Arcee!” She had wined, before turning around to go back to the rest of the bots.

An Autobot signal? Showing up on Earth of all places? Of all the Autobots that made it off of Cybertron, not including our Autobots, what are the chances that one could end up here? Next to none.

You couldn’t have helped the logical side of your brain as you’d mulled over what Miko had told you. You had just hoped, as you leaned back against the wall to continue reading, that you were wrong about the Autobot signal.

***

You lean over the railing of the balcony with Jack, Miko, and Raf, watching the swirling vortex of the groundbridge as you all wait for the Autobots to come back with Wheeljack. Instead of giving him the coordinates to the base, it was Optimus’ idea to give Wheeljack another set of coordinates so he could walk through the groundbridge instead. It seems you aren’t the only one who is cautious when it comes to new guests at the base. Suddenly five sets of footsteps reach your ears as the Autobots exit the groundbridge, and immediately your eyes lock onto the new bot.

His chasi is mainly white and gray, with red and green accents on his chest and lower legs. You notice wheels and doors on his back, and a small cylindrical device on his side. Your observations are interrupted however when the groundbridge sparks with purple bolts and shuts down.

Hmm, well that looks…less than ideal.

A groan from Ratchet catches your attention and while Bulkhead introduces Wheeljack to Miko, you go to investigate the source of Ratchet’s displeasure.

“Hey Doc, something wrong?” you ask as you walk over to the groundbridge lever.

Ratchet just turns to glance at you, a hint of irritation in his eyes, before frowning and returning back to his work. He mumbles something under his breath as he inspects the lever and you wonder if he’s purposefully ignoring you.

“Does it have to do with the purple sparks from the groundbridge?” you ask again.

“You saw it too?” he asks, stopping his work and staring at you for a long moment. “The groundbridge system hasn’t been the same since the Scraplet incident; I fear the system…”

Ratchet’s cut off by a loud crashing noise and you turn around to see Wheeljack and Bulkhead bump chests enthusiastically.

“Oh joy,” Ratchet deadpans before going back to his work.

“Right then,” you frown before walking over to the living area of the base.

You quickly locate the backpack you had set down by the tv and take it over to the faded yellow couch. Before sitting down you look for Cliffjumper, hoping that maybe you and him could go out for a drive, when you see that Cliffjumper is talking to Arcee. You watch as he says something that makes Arcee laugh and you quirk an eyebrow. The smirk on Cliffjumper’s face makes you smile slightly, and you wish that they were both a little bit closer so you could laugh at Cliffjumper’s jokes too. Shaking the thought from your mind, you sit down on the couch and open up a book, hoping it would distract you.

***

Miko’s electric guitar solo was bad enough for the ears alone, but Bulkhead’s game with the new Autobot, Wheeljack, was another; the combination of the two was enough to drive anyone crazy. Which is why after discovering that even the most avid readers wouldn’t have been able to concentrate through all the chaos, you find yourself sitting on the top of the messa that the Autobot base was hidden in, knees tucked up to your chest, staring out to the vast Nevada desert. The moon lights up the sand and a cool breeze blows your hair gently away from your face. Of all the places in the Autobot base, this one is your favorite by far. It was Optimus who had been the one to show you this place, and you would have assumed he’d be up here too if you hadn’t seen him drive off into the darkness a few minutes after you had come up.

None of the other Autobots normally came up to the top of the base, so when you hear the ding of the elevator at the entrance of the roof access cave, you instantly begin to wonder. As you turn around to see who is there, a familiar red hue and warm smile makes you relax and turn back to face the desert.

“Hey kid, I’ve been lookin’ for ya,” he says quietly as he lowers himself next to you.

“Ah well, you’ve found me,” you say with a grin, which earns a laugh from Cliffjumper. “What’s up?”

“You’re missing the party,” he nudges you gently with his side.

“I’m not sure I’d consider electric guitar solos and whatever game Bulkhead and Wheeljack are playing a party,” you reply.

“Not much of a party person, are ya,” Cliffjumper chuckles.

You smile slightly and lean back on the ground, your head lying on your arm and your legs swinging over the rocky edge of the towering messa. “Not so much.”

“Mmh,” he hums and is quiet for a moment.

A comfortable silence comes between you and Cliffjumper, filled only with the hum of his spark and the chirping of crickets. You gaze up to the sky above you, the twinkling of thousands of stars reflected in your eyes.

“Lobbing.”

“What?” you ask as you look over to Cliffjumper.

“The game that Bulkhead and Wheeljack are playing. It’s called Lobbing,” he explains.

“Oh yeah?” you question as you sit up.

“It was a popular game back on Cybertron for those of the Warrior class.”

“Were you in the Warrior class?”

“Was I in the Warrior class?” Cliffjumper asks incredulously. “Do Predacons fly?”

“I don’t know wha—”

“Of course I was in the Warrior class! One of Primes’ toughest bots back in the war,” Cliffjumper says, smashing his fists together proudly. “And I bet that if you were Cybertronian, you’d be in that class too.”

“Oh?” you raise an eyebrow and tilt your head slightly.

“You have that fire in your spark,” he says with a grin. “That’s how ya could take out that Con when we first met.”

“Eh, I was just fortunate,” you say with a shrug of your shoulder.

“You sound like Optimus,” Cliffjumper rolls his eyes. “Too humble. Ya gotta own your victories, especially when they have to do with taking down those Cons.”

“You really don’t like Decepticons, do you?” you ask with a chuckle.

“Not one bit.”

“You and me both.”

You look down to your right shoulder and push back the material of your tee shirt sleeve. The pale moon illuminates your skin to reveal the many burn scars that run from the top of your shoulder to just above your elbow. The memory of the day you got that scar flashes in your mind and you can’t help but relive the experience.

Running from the Decepticons, feeling the burn of your skin when the shot collides with your shoulder, the red visor of the Decepticon looming over you with its gun pointed right at you, waiting for the shot that would end everything.

It was the day your life had changed completely, when you had discovered an entire race of alien robots from a planet hundreds of light years away; when you discovered him, your guardian and protector.

“I thought you were scrapped for sure,” Cliffjumper says, breaking you from your thoughts. “It takes a certain kind of human to get shot in the shoulder and still pull through.”

“Don’t forget almost getting squished by Starscream and then kicking him in the face,” you add with a grin.

“Atagirl, y/n, own that victory,” he returns your grin, scanning your face for a moment with a proud look. “Only the fiercest of warriors could have survived that lousy Con.”

You are about to retort when Miko calls your name and you jump slightly. You hadn’t even heard her walk over to you and once your heartbeat returned to normal you turned around to give her a slightly irritated look.

“Miko, what are you doing up here?” you ask curiously.

“I was looking for you, Bulkhead’s going to tell some stories about him and Wheeljack! Do you want to come and hear them?” she asks excitedly.

You glance at Cliffjumper for a moment before turning back to Miko. “Yeah, I’ll be right there.”

“Great!” Miko says and grabs your arm, pulling you along with her as Cliffjumper’s laugh follows you from behind.

***

“So there we were, no communications, low on energon, surrounded by Cons, so what does Wheeljack do?” Bulkhead asks back in the main area of the base.

Miko, Raf, Jack, and you all sit next to each other on an energon crate with your eyes wide, leaning forward in anticipation.

“Tell ‘em Jackie!” Bulkhead laughs.

“Wha-what I do best,” Wheeljack says nonchalantly as all heads turn in his direction.

“He chucks his only grenade smack into the primary heat exchanger!” Bulkhead exclaims.

“Yeah, seemed like a good idea at the time,” Wheeljack says.

“The joint went supernova!” Bulkhead extends his arms wide.

”Awesome,” you and Miko say at the same time.

”Yeah, I’m still picking shrapnel out of my backside.”

“I’m not surprised, given the size of your backside,” Arcee comments, causing you to try to hide your snort in a sudden burst of coughing.

“There it is, Jackie’s signature; one grenade, one shot,” Bulkhead says with a grin. “Hey, you alright?”

”What?” Wheeljack asks.

”You don’t seem like yourself.”

”Well what do you mean?” Wheeljack asks quickly.

”I don’t know, you seem quiet,” Bulkhead comments.

”Ah, I’ve been stuck in a can too long. I should go topside before I go stir crazy,” Wheeljack explains.

”I have patrol in the morning, you can come with!” Bulkhead offers.

”Let’s go now,” Wheeljack says, turning to face the exit tunnel.

”And break up the party?” Bulkhead questions. “Come on, the gang’s loving you. You gotta tell them about the battle of Darkmound pass!”

”You tell them. You’re better at it,” Wheeljack says, turning back around to face Bulkhead. “How about if Miko here shows me the rest of your base?”

”Uh, yeah sure, Jackie, go ahead,” Bulkhead says hesitantly.

“Tour starts now,” says Miko excitedly, hopping down from the energon crate.

“Oh boy,” you mutter, earning a snicker from Jack.

”Do you play any instruments? Can you fly? Have you thrashed more Decepticons than Bulkhead has?” Miko begins pelting Wheeljack with questions as you watch them walk to one of the base's many tunnels.

“You alright?” Arcee asks Bulkhead.

When you look over to Bulkhead you notice he’s acting strange. His eyes have a distant look to them and you think he’s almost…sad?

”Yeah just…out of sorts, I guess,” he replies with a frown.

”Don’t tell me you’re jealous,” Arcee says, putting her hands on her hips.

”That Miko’s making a new friend? Come on!”

You all remain silent, unconvinced of his response.

“Something…something’s just not right about Wheeljack,” Bulkhead says quietly.

Hmm, Bulkhead would know if something is off about his best friend…the question is what.

”Bulkhead, really?” Arcee questions. “He’s traveled galaxies, you haven’t seen him in centuries, he could just be rocket-lagged or…bots do change, you know?”

”Not Jackie,” Bulkhead counters.

***

“Look, I know Wheeljack better than anyone,” Bulkhead says, trying to convince the rest of us that something was not right.

After listening to almost five minutes of his rant, the base had mixed feelings about Bulkhead’s suspicions. Arcee still remained unconvinced while you were leaning towards Bulkhead’s side. Something just wasn’t adding up with Wheeljack, and you wanted to get to the bottom of it.

As if on cue, a voice calls out from the tunnel near the med bay.

“Hey. What are you guys talking about?”

”I was just telling the guys about you and me at the battle of Darkmound Pass,” Bulkhead says, turning to face Wheeljack.

”That’s a heck of a story,” he muses.

“Yep. Tell it,” Bulkhead commands.

”Talk talk talk,” Miko interjects. “How about after we go off-roading—“

“Miko, stay out of this!”

Your eyes widen at the stern tone to Bulkhead’s words. Not once had you ever heard Bulkhead talk to Miko like that. You lock eyes with Cliffjumper and frown, but he only shrugs.

“Bulkhead, easy,” Arcee says.

”I’m not sure I’d—“ begins Wheeljack, but he’s cut off by Bulkhead.

”Tell it!”

”Fine, you wanna live in the past, Bulkhead.”

You glance at the other kids with a wary expression before turning back to look at Wheeljack.

“The Wreckers were trapped between a Decepticon patrol and the smelting pit. The Cons were vicious, bearing down on us with everything they had. Me and Bulkhead engaged the enemy, left them for scrap, then I made us a way out using their backsides as stepping stones to cross the molten metal,” Wheeljack finishes, looking back at Bulkhead. “Isn’t that how it happened?”

”Yeah, that’s exactly how it happened. Except for one little thing. I wasn’t there.”

You look from Bulkhead to Wheeljack in confusion as you hear Ratchet emit a small gasp, stopping his work to look at the bot. You can even see it in Wheeljack’s eyes, the realization that he messed up.

Oh. Ooooh.

And then you understand; this bot is not Wheeljack.

“I’d already left the Wreckers to join up with Optimus, but you wouldn’t know that if all you did was access Wheeljack’s public service record,” Bulkhead says.

“Bulkhead, what does that have to do with—“ Miko begins, but suddenly the imposter Wheeljack grabs her.

”Miko!” Bulkhead yells.

Before you can even fully process what just happened, Cliffjumper jumps in front of you protectively and turns his hand into a blaster.

“Stay back…or I’ll squeeze her into pulp,” the bot says, dropping the laid back voice of Wheeljack for something deeper and raspier.

It sends a small shiver down your spine as you look around Cliffjumper’s legs, anxiously seeing what would happen to Miko.

“Wheeljack, what are you doing?” Miko asks quickly.

”Decepticon coward, let the girl go and face me!” Bulkhead challenges, eyes narrowed to slits at the intruder.

“Don’t fret, plenty of fighting to come,” the Con taunts.

“Is there a real Wheeljack?” asks Jack.

”Oh indeed, and I expect lord Starscream is making sport of him.”

At the name of Starscream your face hardens slightly and you catch a look of discontent across Cliffjumper’s face as well. The look only deepens as you watch the Decepticon type in coordinates to the groundbridge and power it up, all while everyone remains helpless to stop it.

”About time,” the Con mutters. “Now, let’s get this party started.”

As Miko struggles against the Con’s grasp, a figure from the groundbridge flies through the air and kicks the imposter in the back. This causes him to crash to the ground, flinging Miko into the air in the process, and you watch with panic and then relief as she lands in the outstretched hands of Bulkhead.

“Are you alright?” you ask quickly once Miko is placed back on the ground.

She nods and you all turn around to face the figure from the groundbridge; it was Wheeljack, the real one.

“I’d shut that hole before the stink comes through,” he says.

Just then the Decepticon gets up and pulls out his swords, and so does the new Wheeljack. They begin circling each other in the base, a perfect mirror image, like sharks in the water. Bulkhead smashes his fists together and steps forward to join the fight, but the real Wheeljack stops him with a hand.

“Ugly’s mine.”

In one sudden motion the two Wheeljack's collide their swords and the fight begins. They twist and turn and circle some more, and you have trouble identifying which Wheeljack is the real one, though it seems you're not the only one.

“Which one is the real Wheeljack?” Raf asks, adjusting his glasses.

“Uh, I lost track!” Miko exclaims.

In one quick motion one of the Wheeljack disarms the other one, kicks it to the ground, grabs the disarmed bots’ sword, and points it at the bot.

“That’s my Jackie,” Bulkhead exclaims proudly.

The real Wheeljack stands over the imposter and sheaths his swords before looking towards Ratchet. “You, open the hole. It’s time to take out the trash,” and then he turns towards Bulkhead. “All yours.”

Ratchet opens the groundbridge and Bulkhead grabs the imposter, spins him around in the air a few times, and then chucks him straight into the groundbridge.

“Nice lob,” Wheeljack comments as the groundbridge closes.

***

Later that day, once Optimus had come back from his drive and been given all the details of what he’d missed, the base was back to normal. And this time when Miko pulls out her electric guitar, you hesitate when you turn to seek the comforting silence of the base’s roof, your footsteps halting just before you get to the elevator door on the raised platform. As you linger, you hear the tread of steps you’d come to recognize anywhere.

“Leaving the party so soon?”

You turn around and smile slightly as Cliffjumper cocks his head slightly and raises an eyebrow.

“Well…” you drag out the word before letting it die out.

You look down at the other kids and their guardians who are dancing to Miko’s music and a faint smile tugs at the corner of your mouth.

“Come on, kid, live a little,” Cliffjumper says, and extends his hand to you.

“It’s like a recurring nightmare,” you catch Ratchet saying from near the groundbridge lever.

“At least don’t turn into a grouch like him,” Cliffjumper smirks.

You let out a snort and Cliffjumper’s grin widens at the sound. Having made up your mind, you climb into his outstretched hand and let him gently lower you next to Jack on the main floor.

“Hey, welcome to the club,” Jack says with a playful nudge to your shoulder.

You laugh and start to sway from side to side in time with Miko’s music, watching Raf and Bumblebee dance the robot.

Well, naturally.

”…that my ship’s repaired, I’m itching to know…what else I might find out there,” you catch Wheeljack saying to Bulkhead.

“Wait, you’re leaving?” Miko exclaims, putting her guitar down and rushing over to Wheeljack. “Why?”

You see a look of sadness flash across his face before Bulkhead says, “Well, because some bots never change.”

“Wheeljack, know that you will always have a haven here,” Optimus says.

“Jackie never stays, but he always comes back,” Bulkhead says as he gives Wheeljack a side hug and a fist bump.

And with that, Wheeljack’s ship is located and you walk through the groundbridge with the others to send Wheeljack off.

“There’s room for two, Bulk,” Wheeljack offers. “Even with a backside like yours. Who knows who we might find out there…some of the old crew.”

As Bulkhead turns around Miko looks down at her toes with a solemn expression, and you quickly wrap an arm around her shoulders.

“It sounds like fun, Jackie, but my ties are here now. With them. With her,” Bulkhead says warmly.

Miko’s face lights up and Wheeljack smiles at her.

“If anything happens to my favorite Wrecker, I’m coming after you.”

“I’ll take good care of him,” Miko says. “Now say cheese.”

Pulling out her bright pink flip phone, Miko snaps a picture of Bulkhead and Wheeljack. After one more hug from the Wreckers, Wheeljack steps into his ship and starts the engines. It slowly rises into the air before turning around and blasting off, heading towards the setting sun. You all wave until Wheeljack’s ship shrinks to a small spec on the horizon before disappearing from sight.

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kissettka · 2 years

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some of you have asked for more confessions from some tfp characters. well… here you go!

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cloudraker · 2 years

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Tfp Arcee, Cliffjumper and Airachnid reaction to their bot s/o who was believed to dead landing on earth?

If you can't, I understand. Have a good day/night!!!

For sure! Thank you for sending in a request, and for being patient while I got to it <3

Arcee, Cliffjumper, and Airachnid meeting their thought to be dead S/o

Under the cut :)

Arcee

She was sent on the retrieval mission when the signal from your ship (escape pod?) first landed on Earth

When she saw who was in the pod, she was like a deer in headlights. Frozen to the spot, it took another Autobot shaking her out of it to grab her attention long enough for them to bring you through the spacebridge

She's by your side the entire time Ratchet is doing whatever repairs you need done, face unreadable as she holds your hand in hers. She doesn't say a word during the maintenance, and with your focus taken by the medic nothing gets said the entire time

It’s only when the Ratchet finishes up and the two of you are finally alone when she cups your face in her hands and presses your foreheads together

“I thought you were dead.”

When the kids ask why the two of you are seemingly joined at the hip despite you just arriving, all it takes is some Bulkhead Exposition™️ to catch them up to speed. Miko may or may not be trying to set the two of you up on a date despite already being together

She makes it her personal mission to keep you as safe as she can. While she’s thrilled beyond words that you’re back, the thought of losing you again isn’t something she can fathom. Despite her fears, she knows she can only do so much

Resigns to having your back in the field, and the two of you become a duo to be wary of once you get back in the swing of things

Cliffjumper

If robots knew what pog was-

He wasn’t on the retrieval mission itself, but he was assigned to backup if the need arose

So when the actual retrieval team returns with you in tow, he’s nothing less than baffled

There’s a beat of silence while his mind catches up and the two of you just stare at each other before his face breaks out into the biggest grin imaginable and he’s pulling you in for a bone-crushing hug

Happy tears, if any at all

He’s so excited to have you back, and gives you a recap of everything that’s happened since you were separated. He introduces you to Arcee (who’s already heard so much about you), and the two of you get along well!

Although Cliffjumper and Arcee are partners for missions, the three of you quickly become interchangeable and become a trio to be reckoned with

Airachnid

Of the three, she’s probably the calmest

Being herself, she was quick to jump on the opportunity a distress signal could bring and managed to get to it before either faction, much to her amusement

Though she’d rather not admit it, she was a bit surprised to find you at the source. She’s quick to get over it though; she knows that despite arriving first she’s still on a time crunch and she needs to move fast. With you wrapped up in what must qualify as the worlds worst sleeping bag, she’s tunnelling off with you being dragged along

When you finally do wake up (and she remembers she needs to actually cut you free), it’s a short but sweet reunion with a soft “I’m glad to see you’re doing well.”

Airachnid is ambitious, but she’s careful and she isn’t willing to risk another separation. While having her partner back is something she’s thrilled by, she knows she’s made a lot of enemies and has to watch both her back and yours

Absolutely drags you into her scheme with M.E.C.H., but she wont throw you to the wolves like she did Starscream. Probably

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centinelaprime · 1 year

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Kny x TFA

Hashiras:

Team Maintenance

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#tfa sentinel prime #tfa #tfa optimus prime #tfa ratchet #tfa bumblebee #tfa bulkhead #tfa arcee #tfa cliffjumper #tfa blurr #tfa rodimus prime #tfa jazz #tfa x kny #transformers animated #transformers animated au

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clownswithshoes · 5 months

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Merry Christmas and happy holidays everyone :3 🎄🎄

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maltmealo · 14 days

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Chapter 20: Where do you bury your son?

"What's happening to him?"

"I-I thought it wouldn't follow me."

You learned that the fast strumming of a guitar had been a girl with pigtails around fourteen or fifteen, The cowbell had been a little boy with glasses and a missing tooth, and the water dripping had been the drive-through boy, Jack. They had found your unconscious body lying in the middle of the road with Doctor Sowa’s coat over you.

It was hard to hear their conversation over the ringing in your ears, it was something along the lines of what you had gotten when you first came here. They can’t leave you alone, it’s dangerous, Decepticons are now after you, yada yada yada-

Suddenly, a little hand clutches yours, a tight squeeze that almost cuts off the blood flow to your fingers. You look down to see the boy with glasses looking at Bumblebee. He was trembling and you could see the build-up of tears already welling up in his eyes.

Your gut twisted at the sight of the terrified child, you knew how it felt to be an adult and have this happen, let alone to be a child and be traumatized by this.

“Hey, mind telling me your name?” You kneel in front of him, blocking his view of the yellow ‘bot and taking his hands.

“R-Raphael,” he stuttered out, locking eyes with you and tightening his grip on your hands.

“That's a lovely name, Raphael, I'm (Y/N),” you introduce yourself. “I promise they won't hurt you, they're just big softies.”

“What do they want?” He whispered, shoving his dirty glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“They just need to make sure nobody hurts you, that's all, they're not the scary aliens, more like the ET aliens,” you smile down at the boy and he smiles back, albeit nervously.

“They're aliens?” The girl with the pigtails speaks up, darting out from between you and Jack to run up to Bulkhead. Jack grabbed her arm, giving her a sharp look before grabbing Raf’s arm as well and pulling them backward.

“Miko no- Listen, we appreciate you saving us and all, but we need to go.” He says firmly, pushing Raphael and Miko behind him as he stares up at Optimus.

“No way, you're in major danger now that you know of us,” Arcee says, talking up behind you and towering over the four of you. You stand back up, glancing back at her before looking back at the kids.

“Arcee is right, now that you know of our existence, I fear that as of last night, the Decepticons know of yours,” Optimus says grimly, kneeling to seem less threatening to the kids.

“Got it, we spot any strange vehicles, call 911- can we go now?” Jack says. His grip slips on Miko as she darts forward, turning around to face him.

“Are you insane? I'm living a dream here in Bots-wana and I will not allow you or anyone else to shatter it!” She crosses her arms, glaring at him.

“It is best that you three remain under our watch. At least until we can determine our enemies' intentions.” Optimus states firmly.

“Optimus. With all due respect, the human children are in as much danger - here as anywhere! - Children?! They have no protective shell! If they get underfoot they will go Squish!” Ratchet all but barks, setting the tool he was inspecting down and letting out an exasperated scoff.

“Then, for the time being, Ratchet, we must watch where we step.” Optimus stands up, turning to face the medic.

A sudden beeping brought your attention up to the monitor.

“What's that?” Jack asks, his grip loosening on Rafael.

“Proximity sensor, someone’s on top,” Bulkhead says, casting a glance down at Miko, who is now at his feet.

“It’s agent Fowler,” Ratchet confirms, pressing a button.

“I-I thought we were the only humans who know about you guys,” Rafael asks, letting go of Jack's hand to get a better look at the platform.

“Special agent Fowler is our designated liaison to the outside world, as he tends to visit only when there are issues. It may be best if you do not meet him at this time,” he scoops the children up and sets them behind the catwalk and out of sight. He then gently picks you up as well, bringing you up to see the elevator.

“Seven wrecks, thirty-four fender benders, a three-hour traffic jam, and on particular note numerous reports of a speeding motorcycle of unknown make and a black-and-yellow custom muscle car! So, anything you care to get off your tin chest, Prime?” You could hear his voice before the elevator reached the bottom and an angry-looking Fowler stepped out.

“We have the situation under control, Agent Fowler,” Optimus started before Fowler’s eyes landed on your bloodied and disheveled state. His face morphs from confusion to horror, to anger.

“They're back, aren't they?” Fowler gripped the rails of the catwalk.

“If you are referring to the Decepticons I have doubts that they ever left. Your planet is much too valuable.” Optimus replied, lowering you to the catwalk where Fowler helped you get off his hand.

“Then I think it’s finally time to wake the Pentagon, and she will have to come with me into protective custody,” he eased you onto the catwalk, taking mind of the several bloody cuts and bruises on your skin.

“Hear me, Agent Fowler. We are your best, possibly your only defense against the Decepticon threat.” Optimus protests, “She will be safer here than any safe house you could provide, not to mention we have the technology that could save her life.”

“Right, because she's obviously so safe,” he snapped back, sitting out down against the side of the elevator before turning back to Optimus.

“Hey! We’ve kept her safe here, and nobody got splattered on that freeway. Team Prime knows when to use force And how much to use.” Bulkhead protests loudly. Ratchet’s tool that had somehow gotten into his hand crumbled under the pressure of his grip.

“Bulkhead! I needed that!” Ratchet snapped, slamming his hands down against the table and turning to yell at him some more.

Their voices slowly began to blur together as you glanced down at the corner where the kids were tucked into. They were peaking around the corner, wide eyes with Jack’s hand around Miko’s mouth to keep her quiet.

Leaving felt out of the question now, there were now three kids thrown into the middle of this and you couldn't just leave them.

Suddenly, Fowler’s hand landed on your shoulder, gesturing for you to get up.

“You going to be okay here?” He asks quietly, kneeling and taking his hand off his shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah,” you say quickly after a dumb silence. Maybe you were a bit concussed but who wasn't? “I trust them.”

He nods, standing back up and offering out a hand to get back up. Once up, he puts a flip phone in your hand, “Just call if you need anything.” With that, he stepped back into the elevator, slowly ascending to the roof.

You leaned against the wall when he left, swallowing back the bile that threatened to rise in your throat. You could feel your broken body finally, maybe you were just far enough away that none of their fields happened to engulf you?

Your joints ached fiercely, swollen and throbbing from trying to drag yourself out of the alcove. You looked down at your fingers for the first time, Bruised and scratched.

“(Y/N),” Optimus rumbles, reaching out and offering his hand to you. You stepped on, not feeling like letting your soul bleed out again.

“I'm okay,” you muscled a smile, although you weren't sure if your muscles were listening to you.

“I’m afraid you are not,” Optimus’ brows furrowed deeper, moving you towards Ratchet, “Ratchet, please check up on her.”

He passed you off to the other giant gently, making sure to keep you upright and steady. Ratchet's digits curled around you and you were overwhelmed by the wind chimes once again.

“Optimus, we cannot take in this many humans,” Ratchet whispers just loud enough for you to hear. You weren't sure if he meant for you to hear it or not, but it did sting just a bit.

“We will not have more death on our hands,” Optimus asserts firmly.

“Then I hope you know what you're doing,” Ratchet mutters, reopening his palm and looking down at you.

He sets you down near the monitor, looking around before plucking up one of the blankets and holding it out for you.

“Here, take this and hold still, I need to get an accurate reading,” once you had wrapped the heavy comforter around your shoulders, he picked up the energy reader and began to adjust the settings.

“Um, is it safe for you to use that on me?” You ask, leaning back and staring at the device. After all, you didn't exactly want another hole in your soul.

“It's perfectly safe, what happened last time was… a terrible accident,” he promised. He glanced back at you, noting your barely hidden anxiety. “Close your eyes, it might help.”

“I did that last time and I woke up screaming,” you mutter. You close your eyes, feeling the same warm feeling wash over you.

The chimes were quieter now, almost to the point where it was inaudible over the humming of Optimus. The warm feeling slowly subsided and you opened your eyes to see the odd look on Ratchet's face.

“Is something wrong?” You ask, your face mimicking the now worried look everyone else was wearing.

“Is she okay?” Jack asked. He had gotten up to the catwalk and was now looking at you with a concerned look.

“Yes, yes, she is fine, she's better than before,” Ratchet nods, setting the energy reader down and turning back to you, “your levels are surprisingly high for what just happened.”

“Does that mean the hole is fixed?” Arcee cuts in, stepping forward from the back of the crowd.

“No, it's still very much there, her energy levels are just normal,” Ratchet mumbled, looking at the readings again. He looked back at you, an unreadable expression on my face.

“Cliffjumper’s shield has been modified,” Arcee announced, placing the device in Ratchet's servo and pointing out the slightly changed mechanism.

Ratchet goes silent for a moment, staring down at the device intensely. He finally nods, muttering something under his breath. He turns towards you, a look of Confused worry on his face.

“It looks like it's been modified to be a makeshift spark chamber, as long as it's on your person it'll serve as the barrier to the hole in your spark,” Ratchet explains, handing the device to you. “Cliffjumper saved your life.”

“I didn't know Cliff knew how to do that,” Bulkhead spoke.

“Cliffjumper was a mech of many secrets, it is best we focus on the positive,” Optimus announced.

“Explain this secret then, his signal’s back online,” Ratchet scoffed, looking towards the computer where a blue light was blinking on the screen.

“Who's Cliffjumper?” Raf finally spoke up, looking up at Ratchet.

“How is that possible?” Optimus asked.

“It isn't! This stupid human technology has another big! The systems choked full of them,” Ratchet growls, glaring at the screen.

“If there is any chance that Cliff is alive, we must do everything we must to bring him back,” Optimus announces, pressing the button to the ground bridge, “Ratchet, prepare the medbay.”

“Let me come! I have to know he's okay,” you blurt out, grabbing onto the railing and leaning forward. Your eyes lock with Optimus' optics and he shakes his head.

“No, you are recovering physically, I cannot allow you to go out in this condition,” he replies as Ratchet opens the ground bridge.

“This is my fault, I have to do something,” you protest, gripping the shield in your palm tightly. You look down at it, the thing Cliffjumper had given you to save your life. You wondered if it could have saved him instead.

“It's not your fault, and Optimus is right, you need to rest and you can help Ratchet from here,” Arcee speaks up, “please just stay.”

You watch as they go into the ground bridge, disappearing in flashes of bright green light. You let out a frustrated sigh, pushing away from the rails and leaning back against the wall.

“it's for the best, and I do need your help here,” Ratchet announces, offering you a smile before he gestures to the gaggle of children.

Miko was the first to walk- or rather run up to you. You barely had time to respond before she started rapid-firing questions.

“Are you a robot too?”

“Can you fire lasers?”

“Do you attach to their arms and become a gun?”

Yes. You were so lucky to be alive and safe with Ratchet and the children you now had to wrangle.

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