A Small Dose of Ratchet Fever - A Transformers Bayverse Fanfiction

Chapter 1

"I can't believe that the American government is sending in another one!" Ratchet growled, tossing a wrench back onto the metal table. "Can't they tell that I don't want another? Can't they see that we can be just fine without another one?"

Optimus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "They believe it is in their best interest that a human does come and learn the ways and such of Cybertronians. I agree with them."

He sent a short glare at the large mech. "You do? Then why don't you try to take care of the human, while I work as I always have. We've never had trouble before, and all these humans bring to me is trouble. Distraction."

"They do not just bring you trouble, old friend. I have heard of this new human. A female. She is the top of her class in what humans call 'university', and you just might get along well with her."

Ratchet scoffed. "I highly doubt that."

The red and blue Prime chuckled softly, patting him on the shoulder gently. "Whether or not you enjoy having an apprentice that is human, it is what must happen if the alliance between the Autobots and the American government stays intact. I will not decline them. You can handle it. I have faith that you can. You have never let me down before."

"Before, I didn't have humans roaming around my medical center," he muttered, so softly that Optimus barely heard him.

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The first day of anything is always more stressful than the days that follow. At least, that is what goes for most subjects and tasks. Even careers. On the first day, you meet your boss or professor and you establish a relationship with them that will possibly carry you through the course, maybe through the job itself until the job is no longer necessary or can satisfy your needs when it comes to employment. Your needs to pay rent, to pay for food, to pay for clothes, and eventually, to pay for children and all of their needs.

All of this was running through my mind. It was a marathon inside of my head, with the crowd cheering and roaring and chanting my name. The sound internally was almost enough to get me a headache, but I had known what was coming.

It didn't take some rocket scientist to know that I was not the first person to be coming. The first person to be voted on to go help with the Autobots, to learn their ways and their anatomy. But I was surely the latest one, and the only one, as far as I knew, that would be going right at this moment.

With my suitcase rolling at my side, I looked out upon the large military base. The military base that would serve me as my home for the next few months, years at most. Surely not my entire life, but as long as they would need me. As long as I didn't quit.

The base was nothing spectacular. A grey sand surrounded it, with only a few bushes and trees. No dirt or grass as far as the eye could see. It was completely surrounded by water, miles and miles and miles of just water until you would eventually reach some other land mass. Africa or the like.

The base's walls were, as far as I could tell, made up of concrete. Nice thick walls, built up very high in order to house the most intelligent species known to mankind. Though most of mankind wouldn't easily admit that there was a species far more intelligent than us.

That was a problem with us. And we can't even admit our own faults. How are other species going to accept us if we can't even accept what and who we are, ourselves?

"Miss Griffin?"

I quickly turned around, my suitcase getting caught once more in the sand. Sighing, I picked it up and held it by the handle. "Yes?"

The man running up to me looked not much older than I was. Late twenties, maybe. Brown hair, muscular, but not like John Cena muscular. "You're Ratchet's new assistant, right?"