Transformers Prime: The Road Back Home

Gettin' Up Early

Present Day: Autobot Base

Wheeljack's POV

I was used to not recharging during the night due to the long flights over the years, so I barely got an hour worthy enough to be called recharging. I was just dozing off a bit again when I heard pedesteps and a loud voice.

"Jackie! I thought you'd be up by now." Surprised at such a loud noise after being in the near quiet for so long I stood quickly, pulling one of my blasters out as the sudden panic kicked in. When I realized where I was I put my blaster away and slipped out of my berthroom, following Bulkhead to the lobby again. I depended on Bulk to lead my through the place, I'd been around it once and my memorization skills were rusty unless it was something about being a Wrecker 101. Bulk talked most of the time when we arrived to the small group of bots. I subconsciously scanned the room for Summer, finding soon that she was not present and neither was Optimus again. Miko was the first to notice Bulk and I, she hopped quickly down the stairs with vigor.

"Glad to see you here on a Saturday, that means we can go off-roading!" Ratchet let out a sigh of relief in the corner, once again at his computers.

"Thank Primus." He mumbled to himself as I turned to Bulk, questioning slightly what 'off-roading' was.

"That reminds me: you need a vehicle form. C'mon Jackie, I've got a few in mind."

6 Hours Earlier

Summer made her way down the hall slowly, still struggling herself to remember the exact way to get to the lobby. It was 4:30 in the morning in human time and she had been unable to recharge at all overnight, deciding that it was best to just get up and get moving around to shake off the nightmares. She arrived in the centre of the base, glancing at the medic that stood by his computers, turning them on and rebooting them like he did every morning. Ratchet didn't need to look over his shoulder plates to know whose pedesteps he had heard.

"You're up quite early." Summer didn't bother to answer, there was no good answer to a statement. Ratchet looked over his shoulder plates finally, glancing at the femme, cyan blue optics shining with concern.

"Couldn't fall into recharge." Summer responded when she saw the glowing optics turn to look at her.

"Anything I can do to help?" The femme didn't respond, already feeling guilty to have Ratchet's attention. It wasn't like she didn't want his attention- wait, that just sounded bad. She was not seeking attention because of her past, she was seeking for specifically Ratchet's approval towards her. She mostly wanted his attention and his alone, but only Primus knew at the moment her feelings.

"No one else is online, you can talk to me." Ratchet gazed at the femme, servos lifting off the computers as his attention was suddenly pulled toward her tremendously fast. Summer couldn't look the medic in the optic for more than a few seconds, cracking quickly under his gaze. She could see that he cared about her, but her processor told her his optics were lying about his emotions. The young bot swallowed down her pride and fear for a moment, willing the courage to come forth so she could answer the older bot.

"It's just Wheeljack." She stared beyond the medic, looking away from his direction quickly as he made his way towards her. Ratchet's expression relaxed as a solid form of anger tried to push its way through the barrier called his dermas. He looked almost younger as the shadows on his face darkened.

"What about him?"

"I don't know, I get these weird. . . vibes off of him." The femme shuddered unexpectedly, sliding a servo over her forearm and holding the appendage awkwardly. Ratchet reached out and took her wrist in his servo, pulling her to an area of the room where the two of them could sit comfortably as he pushed deeper for answers.

"Did he do anything? I can talk to Optimus." She shook her helm and looked to her pedes, afraid to gaze too long into the cyan blue optics in front of her in fear of getting too far sucked into them.

"Um, it's not really a problem, he didn't do anything." Summer was nervous about admitting anything, she kept things inside for a reason. She knew that Ratchet would do anything in his power to help her; he was a medic, it was his duty to care for her.

"Then, if it's not him, what is it?" The femme shook her helm suddenly, looking Ratchet in the optics with a bright smile that could fool anyone besides him.

"It's nothing, really. I don't think I'm ready to talk about it yet, but maybe soon." With that response she stood and left Ratchet to sit and watch the femme go, her hips unconsciously swaying in a way that could only be described as sexy.

Long time, no see my fellow readers. Interesting, right? I hope so, Glad you could get this far. Once again, this chapter has been EDITED and let me tell you this was so cringey originally that I wanted to give up completely on trying to do this. But I love you guys and I choose life so I'm gonna CONTINUE HAHA

Ya'll deserve that much.

I Live to Serve

~SummerLeighanne