Being Human (Transformers Prime)

Chapter Nineteen | Not Quite Ready

"Preparation doesn't assure victory, it assures confidence."

~Amit Kalantri

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June woke up with a sore body. It had been some time since she had laid in a proper bed, and her body was letting her know. The trailer was quiet, as Jack wasn't here to start making pancakes or eggs or whatever he decided to have that day.

Sitting up with a groan, she wiped her cheeks to get rid of the feeling of tear stains before stretching, slipping on her slippers before walking to the kitchen area, turning on the stove and placing a pan on the warming coils. She had a good cry last night, now it was time to focus and go back to her job. She'd been gone for far too long; and her leave wasn't being paid for.

Cooking up a few pancakes she sat down at the lonely table for four, staring at the empty seat where her boy usually inhaled his food before rushing off to the Autobot base. Casting her eyes downward she slowly ate her own breakfast before dressing in scrubs and a jacket, doing her morning routine and then sliding into her car.

It was a little odd, actually driving for once. The Autobots were a convenience she hadn't thought about until she was behind her own wheel. She was extra-defensive this time, to make sure her lack of driving for herself didn't give her any excuse to cause a wreck, arriving at the hospital earlier than anticipated.

After clocking in she bid hello to several friends and acquaintances before going to her assigned floor, getting ready for work- changing sheets, bed pans, and the like.

"Hey, Nurse Darby." The head doctor catches her before she slips into a patient's room. "Have you received the medical supplies yet from your agent friend?"

Surprise, then embarrassment, made her face blush pink. "Oh, yes! Agent Fowler has those supplies ready for me to pick up. I've just been a bit . . . Busy . . ."

"We heard about Jack and his friends." Came the soft, warm reply. "I wish everyone working on the case to have the best of luck. I've met a few FBI agents in my time; they're good people. They'll find them."

"Thank you." June strained herself, mentally chanting the words don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.

"Don't worry too much about the medical supplies." The head doctor waves a hand. "I can send someone else to get them-"

"No, it's all right." June replied hurriedly. "I'll get them after today and bring them in tomorrow. I could get an update from Agent Fowler then." She forced another smile, causing the doctor to look at her for a long time before finally conceding.

"Alright, if you insist." He smiled. "Keep up the good work, Nurse Darby." And with that he turned away, allowing her to get back to her task at hand.

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"Alright, now try again, but this time, much faster." Smokescreen encourages Rafael as the boy struggled to get back into his alt mode. "It should become second nature after a while."

Raf now sported a simple, light brown paint job, his bright blue optics shinning as he concentrated, soon feeling all of his parts moving and causing his height to shrink, still very new and slow to the process, this being the second time he could get it right. Soon, a 2014 Cadillac CTS Coupe looked back at Smokescreen, it's engine revving before Rafael begins to slowly drive around in it.