~Little Witch~ { A TFP Fanfic }

Chapter 12

(CW: Passing out, Injury, Mentioned Murder, Bugs, Mentioned War)

Rouge stood looking at the mangled truck in jaw-dropping shock, now noticing its cracked windshield and ruined paint.

'How could I let this happen?' he shivered like an unstable leaf.

He turned to look at the green grass on the front of his house, watching it as it swayed in the short gusts of wind. Covering his eyes mournfully, he pulled his phone out and dialed the number Ratchet gave him just in case he got caught by the 'Cons', whoever that is.

The phone ringtone was a R&B song he and his mother used to dance to. It rang so long, he believed it would go to voicemail. He continued to look at the ground observing the bugs scurrying passed him. He barely noticed the tears build in his eyes. Suddenly, the song stopped.

"Hello?" Rouge heard Ratchet's voice from the phone, "Ratchet?" He rasped, "Yes, Rouge what's wrong?"

The witch paused at the words. So much man. So much. "Um..Optimus is kinda hurt." Rouge murmured quietly above the sounds of moving metal from the other line, he wondered what it was but decided it was best not to ask.

"How did he get hurt?" Ratchet stipulated with an edge to his voice. "We were watching.. cartoons in my house when a tree landed on him and knocked him out." Rouge lied to the best of his ability.

"Cartoons? Are you sure a tree knocked him out.'' The bot hissed, Rouge fell silent to the sounds of screeching tires-almost like he turned a sharp corner.

"Yes I'm completely sure." Rouge said sternly, looking up at the car wreck. Among the disaster, small daffodils soaked up the sunlight, happily unaware of the werewolves' inner turmoil. His mind was an even bigger wreck than the truck, he heard his mothers voice consoling him, sirens filling his ears, and the R&B song from before. He refused to look up.

"So, when are you coming to pick us up?" Rogue croaked. He heard a scoff from the other line and was tempted to scream bloody murder.

"I'm right in front of you kid." Rouge looked up to see an ambulance parked right in front of him, he turned his head back-and-forth in amazement. Only to notice that it was night and based on how dark it is, it was nearly midnight.

Ratchet only confirmed his thinking, "It was a good idea to call at night, less people are out at this time." he muttered as he transformed into his bi-pedal form, scooping up the tree from Optimus's roof and chucking it in a small lake near Rouges neighbors house. With a prolonged sigh, he picked up Optimus and started walking back to the base as Rouge followed.

"So, I never got to actually explain what gay meant to you guys." The redhead grinned, much happier now that help was there. "Can Optimus still hear me while he's still in his coma?" Rouge asked as he ran after Ratchet,

"Seeing as an overgrown shrub is what impacted him, he couldn't be out for any long-lasting periods of time, therefore as he gets closer to being awakened he may hear some pieces of the conversation depending on how awake he is at the moment." Ratchet spoke.

" Optimus is dictionary #1 and you're dictionary #2, Doc Bot" Rouge snickered while watching Ratchet's face change from blank confusion to anger in a millisecond.

"Don't call me Doc." Ratchet glared, "So, I could call you Pumpkin Spice - but I couldn't call you Doc?" Rouge asked with a hint of sass, "I only allowed it because you didn't know my name." Ratchet explained as he started walking faster.