I opened my eyes as I heard the door of my room. Skyla sneaked in and crawled next to me. I glanced at my alarm clock. 7:31 AM. 'Can't sleep?' She nodded and curled up against me. I know how much she loves to be in this position and I usually don't mind. She started snoozing and quickly enough fell in a deep slumber. I rested my head against her and smelled the sweet scent of her coconut shampoo. I made her turn on her side and curled up against her back. She sighed in her sleep, not noticed I just turned her over.
We both woke up at 11 AM by the sound of the front door. I groaned and got up, grabbing my bathrobe and walked downstairs. While walking down, I had turned on my internal scanners to see who it was. What does Ratchet want from me for Primus sake? If I don't open him, he will annoy the hell out of me until I do. He raised a brow, 'you just woke up?' He asked. 'Yes, what do you want?' I snapped. 'Ugh, I forgot about your morning mood,' he mocked and let himself in. The medic looked around. 'Nice.' He pointed at the tree. 'Just tell me what you want do you can leave again,' I muttered. 'It's just a regular talk,' he said.
'I feel fine, I don't have any nightmares and no, I don't come to the base for a check up. There's the door.' I pointed at the front door. 'Who's the girl you've been talking to? The one you were with the other day?' I froze. 'I don't know what you're talking about it.' The medic crossed his arms. 'I think you know exactly what I am talking about. Who is she? Not a regular victim,' he said. I snorted and shook my head. I didn't know how I am going to save myself from this.
I grunted. 'Well?' He asked impatiently. I saw Skyla walking down the stairs and she stopped as Ratchet turned around. 'This is Skyla.... she's my uh...' I stopped for a moment. 'House mate...' Skyla was dressed up and gosh she looked so gorgeous and pretty. I passed Ratchet as she walked down the stairs. 'Nice to meet you.'
'Skyla doesn't talk. She signs,' I muttered. 'Nice to meet you too,' she signed. ''Are you mute?' He asked. 'She doesn't like talking. You don't know what she been through. She's sensitive so stop asking her questions,' I snapped and pushed her behind me. 'You are so defensive,' he mocked. I glared at the medic. Skyla squeezed my arm. She was asking me to step aside. I groaned, 'you don't touch her,' I warned and stepped aside so Ratchet could have a better look. 'How long do you live here?'
'Not that long,' I said. 'I didn't ask you, I asked her,' Ratchet said. She looked at me. 'You can tell.'
'Sunstreaker saved me. Someone wanted to sell me to the Decepticons. So I would become their lab rat. Sunstreaker bought me.' Ratchet looked at me again. 'You bought her?' He repeated. '3000 dollar, yes.''It explains why you were... acting so strange and why you don't want to leave,' he said. I wrapped my arm around Skyla's waist. 'Why haven't you said anything?' Ratchet asked. I snorted and glared at him. 'What do you think?' I snapped. I turned towards Skyla. 'Why don't you upstairs? I'll call you when we have breakfast, okay?' She gave a small nod and walked upstairs. Ratchet sat down, waiting for an explanation. 'Cute... are you two together?' He pointed at the photo that was taken the other day. I grabbed it and placed it upside down. 'It's none of your business,' I snapped. 'Why did you keep her a secret? For how long actually did you think you could keep her a secret?'
'Six months is quite impressive, don't you think?'
'Six months? That's quite long.' I shrugged and sat down as well. 'So, when is she pregnant?' He asked. I glared at him again. 'We are not together and I would never start a family. I hate families,' I sneered. 'On the photo is looks like you two are together. Why else would you kiss her?' He asked. 'Because it's a human thing... to kiss under a mistletoe. She wanted to celebrate Christmas so... I agreed with it. I never had anyone to celebrate it with. Sides and I never wanted to celebrate it either but... she wanted it.'
'You need to tell Prime about her.'
'Absolutely not! I am not going to tell him about her. Ironhide will be on my porch every freaking day to check if she's still alive and I need to share her with other mechs. I am already sharing Sideswipe I am not going to share her with anyone. I am her friend... her only friend. I found her, I kept her alive and I bought her. She's mine!'
'You still suck at sharing things,' he scoffed. 'I lose everything I share. Look at what happened to my twin brother,' I snapped and got up. Ratchet raised a brow. 'What's that supposed to mean?' He mocked. 'Sideswipe is the favorite. He gets everything, he can do everything and he can get away with everything. I live in his shadows, because I am not like my cute and sweet twin brother.'
'You are creating that situation yourself Sunstreaker. You decide to kill and threat people. Kill your own team...'
'Even if I try and I have done that, I still be the most hated mech at ark. I am only good for one thing... killing.'
'That's not true. You're a brilliant front liner,' he said. 'Oh, I forgot... that's second thing I get asked to come to the base. Skyla is mine. People stay away from her and if people come down here to have a look at her, I will pinch their eyes out and give them a slow painful death. I don't care who it is.'Ratchet sucked in a breath. 'Because you a knowledge she's pretty and stunning to look at? Plus you do have feelings for her?' He asked. 'I don't have feelings for her,' I snapped. 'But you know she's pretty. She doesn't talk and you love that... she looks submissive as well. Come on, Sunstreaker. She's perfect in your eyes... at all perspectives.' I rolled my eyes and got up. 'I need coffee.' I strolled in the kitchen. 'Where did you get her from?' He asked. 'An orphanage. We first met at the bakery... she was too shy and scared to even look directly at me. You know how long it took me till I could finally fully touch her or make her look at me? In six months she had only said two words to me. I won't let those stupid soldiers ruin her. So, get it out of your head that I will ever take her to the base.'
'You want me to keep my mouth shut?'
I turned to look at him. 'Would you do that for me?' I asked. He shrugged and grabbed the mug from my hands. 'You know that I am not a huge fan of humans. I respect them, but that's pretty much it.' I raised a brow. 'But you're a doctor.' He nodded. 'I respect them and it's my duty but... I wouldn't join their parties of events.'
'Except last night.'
'Prime wanted me to join. I didn't want to go.'
'Oh, really?!'
'Yes, is she vaccinated against deceases?''No, she has never seen a doctor.' He hummed. 'Some human illnesses are deadly. Ask her if she wants it, it might be important,' he said between his sips. He was drinking my coffee but I cared less at this point. 'Deadly?' I asked. He nodded, 'some of them are... yes.' I looked at the stairs for a moment. 'Skyla?' I shouted. She walked downstairs only a minute later. 'Come here.' I wrapped my around her.
'Tell her what you told me just minutes ago.'
'You're not vaccinated against illnesses, right?' Skyla shook her head. 'No, I have never seen a doctor or hospital before,' she signed. 'It's important you get them. Some are deadly,' Ratchet said. Skyla looked at me. 'It's your choice,' I said. Skyla looked back at Ratchet again. 'I will take them.' She signed. 'Alright, I will come back tomorrow and give them to you. It's possible you can feel a little sick but that's only for a couple of days. Your body will fight against the things I'll inject.' She waved her hand dismissively and looked at me with weak smirk. 'Then I have a good reason to ask him to cook meals.'
Ratchet snorted and shook his head. 'Alright, I have to go. Merry Christmas,' he said before leaving. 'He'll keep his mouth shut about you,' I said. Skyla smiled while making coffee for me. 'Thank you.' I wrapped my arms around her waist and nuzzled in her neck.
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Sing me to sleep - terror twins -
FanfictionCan we change our fate? Skyla has had a rough start in life. Being born too early and dumped at an orphange because her parents couldn't take care of her anymore, she ended up in an abusive and hard place. She stopped talking at the age of eight an...