The Victim and the Transformer [TFP FF]

11 - Trouble

Trouble ~ Chapter Eleven

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Prowl and the other Autobots have been checking on Razor in and out of the main hall. The girl was currently ontop of the pile of empty crates, working on something, until Jazz came in with the Terror Twins.

"Hi Razor." Jazz said as Razor waved in response before scowling at the sight of the twins. "What'cha doing?" SunStreaker asked leaning at her work while SideSwipe look at her with narrowed optics. "Something useful on helping you guys in the battle field which I am NOT yet allowed to get out of the base." She replied with a frown before Prowl made an entrance.

The funny is he was covered in black oil with colorful feathers, spray paint over his white color and, to finish the look, he got an angry look plastered on his faceplate.

And here comes the train that goes HOOT! HOOT!

"SUNSTREAKER!! SIDESWIPE!!"

Prowl pounced at the stunned twins with blasters on and Jazz grab Razor carefully. Both of them got out in time before the twins and Prowl transformed into their vehicle modes, driving out of the main hall whilst hearing Prowl's angry sirens and tires screeching away.

Jazz gently placed Razor on the platform where Lennox and a new teenager were standing at. She stretched her wings and tail earning a crack from her back. "I see that this is the girl you were saying, Mr. Lennox." The boy said watching Razor got into a crouch position and look intenstly at him with glowing blue eyes in curiousity.

"Yes. Razor, I want you to meet Paul." Lennox said as Epps assured her that he is no threat to himself. Paul held out a hand and Razor take it as a firm shake before withdrew back her hand.

"Paul Siguran. A working student from Nevada Jasper College. Graduate from master's degree. Courses on Criminology." Paul said as Razor nodded and resumed her work before it was snatched by Paul himself. "Hey! Give it back, you bastard!" Sh yelled trying to pry his hands off of her masterpiece.

"Battle stragety? Nice."

"I said, give it back!"

Paul only chuckled before putting his hand above his head and smirked.

"Try reaching it from me, kid."

Razor huffed, "Fine. Keep that freaking battle stragety paper. I don't need it anyway."

Razor walked off with a huff and begin to stretch her wings out before taking the skies. Paul smiled at her retreating form before looking down at the paper he was holding.

I think I'm starting to like her.

~~Razor's POV~~

That Paul guy is such a jerk! Why would he snatched that battle stragety when the 'bots need new strageties?!

I growled lowly only for Prowl to look at me with a questioning look and begin to wonder what's wrong. "What's got in your little head again, Razor?" He asked as his normal concentrated gaze turned soft. "A jerk earlier snatched the paper which was filled with battle strageties!" I growled recalling the past event. "He even called me a kid!" I added.

Prowl vented, "Who is this jerk you speak of?"

I growled, "Paul Siguran."

"Paul? The young worker student?"

I nodded angrily.

"I might want to speak a word of him. It really means that calling you a kid doesn't mean your a kid."

"True. Talk to Lennox about him."

Prowl nodded before going back into his work and I sat on my bed before thinking things again.

I'm gonna hunt you down. You hear me, Paul! I'm gonna hunt you down!

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After another pursuit on making a new stragety, I crumpled the 19th paper from its hold and threw it across my bed before it hit the large pile of other boring battle stragety papers.

My hair was matted in sweat and have been sticking to my face here and there, my hands were numb from all that writing, my back was aching due to leaning forward, my eyes were bloodshot and dark circles appeared under my eyes due to insomnia, and my stomachs growls emmancely trying to get me out of my place but i won't budge.

Even Prowl was worried about my condition and tried to coax me out of my bed but I refused. Ratchet checked on me this morning and told me that I'm low on fuel (energy), low on recharge (sleep), and my limbs need a full rest but I declined.

Suddenly, my head got dizzy and I fall face first on the softest clump of my bed sheets before my vision blurred in an instant. I could hear Prowl calling out of my name but I couldn't make it out what he said.

Then, my eyes closed as I was welcomed by darkness like a warm blanket.

~~

I woke up groggily and found my head pounding as the blood rushed through and begin seeing things more clearly. I was in a hospital bed. Medbay to be exact. Because I found Ratchet working on the computers and checking my health.

He turned around and faced me with a frown on his faceplate. On his left servo was a datapad that read all of my daily activities and what happened. "You didn't listen to me, do you?" He frowned putting the datapad aside. "I-I wasn't li-listening." I managed to croak out as I gave out a rough cough and Ratchet let me drink a glass of cold water.

He sighed heavily, "You should have listened to me this past few weeks but you didn't. Prowl was completely worried about you when he rushed you in here with a terrible condition."

Tears build up from the corners of my eyes and I whimpered, "I'm s-sorry."

"Don't be. It wasn't your fault."

"No, I pushed myself too hard and went to the limit."

Ratchet nods in understment, "I know. I've heard from Prowl that your working on an another battle stragety after Paul Siguran stole it from you."

I nodded before turning my head to the side and coughed, "What's my condition this time?"

He hummed before checking my forehead and listing down on the datapad. "You've got a high fever. Your low on fuel, recharge, and have sore throat." He replied putting the soft blankets upto my shoulders as I curled up into a ball and snuggled through. "You'll have to stay in bed for fourteen weeks before I can finally release you and I will let Prowl put a close optic on you and extra care." He added as I nodded slowly.

Patting my head, "Sleep well. You'll need it more than I do."