~Little Witch~ { A TFP Fanfic }

Chapter 17

"So, you're almost done healing already?" Rouge asked Ratchet, already back to working on his computer. The witch-bitch turned his head as he heard Optimus walk in, immediately walking over to Ratchet after a few seconds of searching.

"Ratchet, you're supposed to be resting." Optimus said, sounding relieved that he found Ratchet before he hurt himself in an accident. His counterpart turned around and crossed his arms in retaliation.

"OooOoOoOO, you're in trouble now!" Rouge teased. Optimus looked over to Rouge and rose an optic ridge while Ratchet walked into the med bay and threw an unidentified object at

Optimus.

Thankfully (or not) he caught it right before it could hit his head. "I can handle myself, Optimus." Ratchet said as he strutted away to his berthroom.

Rouge snorted at the domestic shenanigans, (burnout and attempts at physical harm on another) walking further onto the platform to the all-too-comfortable couch to take a nice nap.

"What was the title of the individual that notified you with a call a deca-cycle ago?" Optimus said out of the blue, watching Ratchet walk to his room looking somewhat defeated. So he did notice...

"Oh do you mean Enola ?" Rouge said confused, Optimus nodded his head. "He's an old friend of mine, anyway I wanted to ask if you remembered what happened after you were knocked out because of the tree?"

Optimus tilted his head upwards thinking, "I am fairly certain that I do recall what happened that evening." Optimus said, Rouge rolled his eyes .''Now is not the time for really long sentences da- IMEANOPTIMUS." Rouge yelled the last part after noticing his mistake. Optimus looked like he wanted to say something when he heard familier ped steps walk into the room.

"Rouge, you've been wearing the same outfit for two deca-cycle's. I am taking you home for you to wear some clean clothes." Ratchet said, walking into the main room transforming into his alt mode, no room for argument. Before the little witchlet could walk down the stairs, Optimus placed his hand infront of Rouge like a limbo pole.

"Ratchet, what did I say about you getting rest?" Optimus said, placing his free hand on his hip, "I'll transfer him, you require rest, or must I have to lock you in your room again." Optimus continued while raising an optic ridge. Ratchet transformed back into his bipedal form and pouted as he sulked back to his room.

Upon seeing this, Rouge fell into a laughing fit. Optimus transformed and opened his door so Rouge could hop inside, before he did, he told Mario and told Combee to tell Miko to call him if Ratchet left his room. Finally, Rouge raced down the stairs, leaving Combee behind and Mario following closely behind and berating him for running, the pair ran to Optimus and jumped into the passenger seat.

Rogue stared outside the window, admiring the scenery as Optimus drove out of the base onto the nearby dirt road, "Earlier, did you almost call me dad?" Optimus said, trying to strike up a conversation.

"I- uhm.." Rouge stuttered. "I can assure you that I am entirely comfortable with you seeing me as your sire." Optimus replied and Rouge nodded. An awkward silence entered the mist of air that was in the semi truck with them.

After a few minutes, Optimus broke the silence. "Would you like me to play some music?" He noticed the conversation wasn't going anywhere, "Sure, I'll have to tell you the name of my favourite station though." Rouge said quietly as he took his phone out of his bag so he could find the name of a station of songs that wouldn't give Optimus a sparkattack.

"Oh don't fret, I can easily connect to your playlist onto this app called 'Spotify' ''". Optimus said happily, Rouge looked at the dashboard. "Sure, just pick one." Rouge said, not paying attention.