Transformers One Shots

Colored pencils

I pick up another colored pencil for my art class, and I squint trying to figure out what the color is. But I wouldn't have to do that if I wasn't totally color blind. This is a pain. I also love to sew, which makes sewing things harder as well. I don't know what colors go well with each other!

I scratch my head, glancing around the room looking for the other teens, but they are no where to be found, along with their guardians. But I really needed to know. I don't want to fail my art class.

"H-hey Ratchet?" I stood up, walking to the railing.

"What is it?" His normal grumbly voice asked.

I shut my eyes, pulling out my hand so he could see the colored pencil, bracing myself for embarrasment. "W-what c-color is t-this?" I stumble with my words.

"That is orange," He says simply, turning back to his work.

I open my eyes, gaping at the fact he didn't laugh at me.

I smile slightly, taking a seat at the couch and beginning my art book again.

"Nicole?" Ratchet calls out.

"Yes?"

"Are you colorblind? It says here that only a small percent of females of your species can get that."

I sighed. "My mother had it. My grandmother had it. It runs in my genes."

"Hm," he hummed, returning to his work once more.

Later that day, once finishing my art project, I sat back on the couch and waited for the others to return. They had just left to go get some pizza, and I didn't want to go.

Ratchet left his spot as well... Leaving me all alone in the room. Not even Optimus being in here.

"Hey,"Ratchet's voice says to me after walking up.

"Hello," I wave with a smile.

"I have something for you," he smiles, transforming and walking out with his holo-form.

He carries a pair of glasses, walked up the steps towards me. "I made something for you," he says with a smile, holding out the glasses for me to take.

"Okay..." I take them into my hand, slipping them onto my face.

With that, a whole new world appears. Everything is no longer dull and dark and white. There are colors everywhere! Lighting up the entire room.

I gaped at it, my eyes forming tears.

I look back at him who is staring at me with loving eyes, and i see the color on his shirt.

"What color is this?" I ask as i press my hands against the material, holding onto his shirt.

"Orange,"

I pull him into a tight hug. "Oh my gosh, I can't believe it...."

Orange is so pretty...

"That is so much better than black and white," I cry into his shoulder.

"I'm glad you think that, but hey," He pulls me by my shoulders so I can see him.

"C'mon, I have something else for you to see," He grabs my hand and I take a seat in his alt mode, the hummer.

We ride out of the base, and i awe at everything around me.

The grass and weeds, and sand have color, along with the bushes. Everything...

And it is all because of my best friend Ratchet.