Ares could be found in the common area of the autobot base, her optics glowing a soft blue compared to her usual purple. She was distraced, scanning the internet from her own systems.
She was searching through page after page of human culinary practices, her hand resting on her hip, absent mindedly tapping her index finger against her armored plating.
"None of this makes...any sense," she muttered to herself, a concoction of frustration, confusion, and disbelief running through her systems.
"What doesn't make sense exactly?" Ratchet questioned, causing the fem-bot to jump slightly, her optics returning to purple as she closed the search down.
"I-I...nothing!" Ares said in a slight fluster, clearing her throat as she straightened her posture.
"How...how is he?"
"Hm. Energon readings are climbing still, but they arent...destabilizing. Which is...odd, good. But odd, " Ratchet remarked, looking to his data pad, before raising an "eyebrow" or rather the plating that served as one.
"Human culinary practices?" He asked in curosity. Earning a low sigh from the fem-bot, who crossed her arms, rolling her optics.
"I was just...curious on what we could do to make Grant's stay here an...easier process." Ares hesitated, her circuts whirring as she struggled to think of an excuse for her internet browisng.
"After all, from my research, this "fast food" we have been feeding him isn't exactly, nutritionally sound. And having a sort of..."kitchen" for him as it were, may be a good long-term investment!"
Ratchet's optics narrowed suspiciously before chuckling softly, shaking his head as he looked to the data pad.
"Perhaps a bathing room for him as well...he is beginning to stink. Is it a good thing we can turn off our olfactory senses, hm?" The old medic mused. Ares letting out a soft sigh of relief at the lack of Ratchet pushing his line of questioning.
"Okay, what about his -"
"Healed," Ratchet said simply, cutting Ares off. Earning a soft "what?" From Ares, earning a slight side eye from Ratchet.
"His hands are healed. Broken knuckles and gash gone. Well, the hand he cut on you has a scar, but -"
"It's been two days!" Ares said in confusion, earning a scoff from Ratchet.
"I dont see what the amount of solar cycles has to do with -"
"Humans DONT HEAL in TWO DAYS," Ares said firmly. Earning pause from Ratchet, who blinked, looking at the data pad.
"Ugh, I'll have to run cellular scans... he was getting...belligerent with the number of tests I've been putting him through," the medic groaned, hanging his head in defeat, a slight smirk crossing Ares' faceplate.
"Yeah, he's a little fire cracker, isn't he?" She asked in amusement, earning another groan from Ratchet.
"Dont tell me he's growing on you,"
The statement earned a pause from Ares, who shook her head dismissively, waving off his remark. Chuckling in disbelief.
"No! He's an annoying little brat! Im just...I find it amusing that you are letting a human. Get under your polymer. " Ares remarked in a laugh, crossing her arms, her weight shifting to her right leg, earning a loud scoff from Ratchet.
"You spend hours on end with him. You'll see how much he "gets under your polymer"
Ares snickered at the statement, watching the medic walking away, likely going back to the medical bay to check in on Grant again, to inform him of the new tests needed.
Ares looked around, her optics quickly turning blue again.
"Spend time with him?" She echoed in a thoughtful tone, a slight half smile crossing her face.
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Optimus Prime stood in the command center, overlooking readings and cameras dotted across the mountain range and forest their base was located in.
The sound of the door opening caught his attention, causing him to turn around, his optics widening slightly as Ares approached him.
"Ares, is something the matter?" The prime asked curiously.
"No, I do have a request, though," Ares prompted
"Proceed"
"I would like to take Grant out of the base," Ares said simply, causing the larger Cybertronian's eyes to narrow as he tilted his head slightly.
"Ares you are aware of the events Grant's last expedition outside the base"
"I know sir but-"
"It is far too dangerous, given the spike in the energon his body is producing," he finished, earning a sigh from Ares, frustration on her face.
"Permission to speak freely, sir?"
"Granted," Prime replied, as calm as always.
"Sir. You assigned me to be his guardian. With Arcee currently out scouting an energon deposit. It is my job to keep him in a...healthy state, both mentally and physically, "
"Either way, if he were to reside in my alternate mode, my energon shielding would cloak his unique signature that his body is producing."
"Either way, it would only be for a few hours, and you said i should try and bond with him!"
Ares said the end portion of her explanation a little quickly, subconsiously biting her lower lip anxiously as Optimus straightened his posture. Thinking through his response. He DID say he wanted Ares to make more of an effort in socializing with Grant. A hum escaping the Prime.
" I did say that. Didn't I?" He asked with an almost....impressed sounding tone to his voice.
"Very well Ares. You may take Grant out for some time today, but I will have Ratchet watching the scanners. The moment we detect Decepticon activity. Should we. You will pull back, understood?"
"Yes sir! Thank you sir!" Ares said with a slight twinge of excitment as she turned, walking back out of the command center, Optimus letting out a short chuckle as she did.
Ares, upon the door closing behind her, let out a soft "yes!" As she hopped slightly, stumbling for but a moment as she landed back on the ground.
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The "Hybrid"
FanfictionWhat happens when a young teen discovers his true biology? the world has no clue about the metal race known as "transformers" as they have managed stay hidden from the human eye. But when a young teen by the name of Grant Hocksted is attacked by a d...
