I don't own Transformers, just my OC's!!!
-//////////////////////////////////-
I rolled onto my side and groaned. It's been a month and barely any improvements. I mean, I can walk around but I still hit in my ribs. They were keeping me until my ribs were somewhat healed. My little sibs stayed with me every night and I was happy. They distracted me a lot, but not all the time.
"C'mon, Aussie, wake up!" I groaned and sat up. Ariel was jumping up and down and I chuckled at her. I rolled out of bed and put on Hide'a jacket. She grabbed my hand and led me outside into the hallway.
Like usual, she walked me around the hallway outside my room. We said hello to all the patients and nurses, and they all beamed. The patients did. The nurses said it was a generous thought, a lot of patients needed some happiness. They all had really bad injuries. A few were dying as well.
All my co workers visited me. Elliot still payed me and I sent rent to Lindsey. I still need to pay for my half ya know. Growing up sucked nuts and bolts. It really did.
Ratchet called frequently. As expected. He was really worried, but I assured him I'd be out tomorrow. Everyone was relieved. I could tell that just hearing my voice, a few immediately. Like my sweet little Homey Bee. He kept asking questions and it was just so cute! I was laughing at the cuteness of it all. He called me all the time. A few did on their patrolling. Hell, Sides sent me pictures of everyone putting smack downs on some Con ass.
I have one with Optimus charging in on Blackout and ripping his head off. Arcee was in mid kick in the air to Lugnut. IronHide using his smexy cannons. I still love those things. Him punching cons in the face and kneeing them in the face too.
Bee doing his famous move with popping out of no where and tackling a Con that was after Sam. I had one I put as my background. It was of Ratchet grinning evilly at a con and with his spinner blade going. Knowing Ratchet, I kinda felt bad for them Con. Ratchet had a lot of ways to inflict pain. A LOT.
I sent back picture of me and my siblings. The bots were amazed at the resemblance. I just said it was because I was awesome and they were my clones. Had a few bots snorting.
Ariel wanted to say hi so I let her. The bots were all polite, except IronHide. I heard a, 'Punkass' in the background. I yanked the phone back and yelled at him and he apologized, through text. The others were confused why I cooled down cause he didn't say anything, Verbally.
They all got to know my siblings. Gabe was suspicious because he knows the voices. I talked to Optimus about it and he said that if he figures it out I could tell him. They'd do 'Face time, whatever the frag that is.' Hearing that come out of Optimus had me laughing my ass off. He chuckled with me.
I never saw Cory again, but that doesn't mean he won't try and come back. I know his tactics like the back of my. Funny how I never noticed a faint scar, huh?
Speaking of scars, my right eye looks pretty bad. I can still see out of it, but I have a a faint pink scar that runs from just above my eyebrow to my middle nose. It lightly hit my eyelid, but the scar looked worse than it felt. I tried to not to pay attention to it cause it reminded me of Hide and his scar, which led to the rest of the bots which led to sobbing into a pillow.
I was currently on FaceBook, playing games and eating chocolate pudding when my video chat bleeped. I put my spoon in my mouth and scrunched my brows. I didn't know I had chat on my little Acer lap top. I opened it and it began to load.
I saw all black and I stared at it. It said it was done loading. I rose an eyebrow and got another spoonful of pudding. I was bringing it to my mouth when I heard a voice.
'WHAT THE FRAG ARE YOU CONSUMING!?' I literally threw my pudding and my spoon dropped onto my face. I yelled out in surprise and and jumped a mile. My laptop jumped as I hit the table with my knee. I fell back into the bed, holding my knee.
"Austin? Are you ok!?" Gabe ran in. I moaned as I held my knee. "I'm good. Fuck that hurt." I grumbled and looked around. I heard Gabe snicker.
"I always knew you were a brown noser." I growled. "Did the spoon try to fight you." I grabbed the spoon and wiped my face. "How about I shove this so far up your ass that your intestines will enjoy the view!" I yelled. He dashed out of the room. "Afraid of lil ol' me!? Coward!" I yelled.
'I would if I had to face you.' I looked back at the black screen. I poked the computer with the spoon. When it didn't do anything, I picked it up and started flipping it over.
'Look at the screen.' I set the computer down and stared at the black screen. I crossed my arms and rose my right eyebrow. "Is this some kind of joke?" I said, putting my fingers on the keys. "Hack me, I'll hack you." I grumbled.
'That would be interesting.' I blinked. "Whe....Jackie?" I asked, surprised. 'The one and only." I blinked. "How come I can't see you?" He hummed. 'I'm not sure. We can see you though. Nice food spill.' I rolled my eyes and started jail breaking my computer.
'What are you doing?' I held up a finger and sneezed into the pillow. "Making it so I can see you guys. Basically jail breaking my com-" 'That's illegal!' Lennox yelled. "Illegal my aft. It's my computer, Lennox. Get promoted yet?" There was a silence. 'No? Am I supposed to?' I cleared my throat. "Never mind. Never mind. Forget I asked." I heard him grumble.
I pressed enter and the screen burst full of colors. I rubbed my eyes as it became clear. I smiled as I saw Lennox.
"Dude, I'm so happy I could just...reach through and squeeze the fuck out of y'all." They chuckled. 'How is it over there?' I shrugged. "Rainy. Storms. Tornado warnings. The usual." Ratchet sighed and rubbed his temples. 'Not the weather, you.' "Oh! Im fine, besides the random scare. In walking around with Ariel's help. Bless her soul. She's such a sweetie." I smiled.
'What were you consuming?' Lennox wiped his mouth and looked between us two. "Uh....gran...ulated...raisins?" I saw Lennox gag but give me a thumbs up. 'Is it healthy?' I nodded. "Oh yeah! It's REALLY healthy." I smiled. He hummed and peered at it. 'Then why do I see the wrapper? It says, 'Pudding'.' I looked at the wrapper and shoved it off the table. "Dunno what your talking about. I think old age is catching with ya." I heard laughter as he grit his denta.
I ate another spoonful. 'Stop eating that slag.' He growled. "What you going to do?" I took another handful and ate it close to the screen. He growled. I threw the empty container into the garbage.
"I'm underweight, Ratch. I sorta need it." He blinked. 'How much underweight?' I tapped my chin. "Maybe 12 pounds." His eyes slightly widened then narrowed. 'If I had my way, and you were in my med bay, is make sure you would be at a reasonable weight.' I acted like I wiped a tear. "I miss that, Ratch." His Optics softened. 'We miss your, what do humans call it?' Lennox mumbled something. 'Yes! We miss your sailors mouth.' I snorted.
I saw Hide walk past, not glancing at the screen. "Hidey!" I yelled. He jumped and looked around. His optics landed on the video feed of me and he sorta smiled.
'Hey, Squirt! Still in that place?' I nodded. "Unfortunately." I grumbled. 'Want me to use my cannons?' My eyes widened. "I would so love you if you did that!" I yelled. I saw everyone look at him as his Optics widened and went stiff. Lennox snickered. I felt my face flushing as I covered my mouth.
"I meant it in a figure of speech, Guys." I squeaked. I hid my face as I held my forehead in my hands. There was a soft knock on my door. I sighed and looked up at the figure walking into my room. I gasped and stared. I heard people asking me who it was.
"Are you free, Ms. North?" I stared at the police officer in front of me. He was somewhat muscular. He had his hat under his arm. He wore a black police uniform. The formal one. He wore shades over his eyes. He had black slicked back hair. I saw a scar on his left cheek. I zeroed on on his Name tag.
Barry Cade.
-//////////////////////////////////-
XD is all I'm going to say. :)
YOU ARE READING
Dimension to Dimension [>Completed<]
FanfictionMy life started as normal as it could. The whole 50 yards. Transformers were not real. They were movies. But when I saw my first shooting star, things just HAD to go from bad to worse. Hooray me! NOT!!! I am saying this now so I don't have to repeat...