The Authoress

Chapter 22: Fuck-a-Toli Ravioli

 Chapter 22: Fuck-a-Toli Ravioli

True to her word, Vela did not mention Corvin's panic attack, which she was very grateful for.

Everyone was asleep aside from Arcee (who was on night duty after Ratchet), and her and Vela. Vela gave her a questioning look, still worried about her. Corvin shook her helm, she didn't want to think about her... dream? Vison? Whatever it was she didn't want to talk about it.

She left Vela at her rooms and walked down the hall to stop in front of her's and Optimus's shared quarters.

And there she stood, just staring at the door with a million thoughts in her head.

Corvin turned on her heel and walked away from the door.

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Corvin didn't sleep at all that night. She told Arcee to go back to recharge and that she'd take her shift until the next bot had duty. But Corvin didn't wake the next shift, or the next, and her optics burned the next morning as the first bot came into the room.

Ratchet gave Corvin a curious look, since she wasn't supposed to be on night duty last night, it was a surprise to see her.

"Corvin? What are you doing on duty?" he asked, only receiving a grunt in reply. This made the medic's optics narrow a bit, "In a mood?" he got nothing in reply, making him walk over and stand next to her, looking her right in the optics.

Corvin didn't look at him, just kept her optics on the screens and her servos moving. Ratchet could see the dimness in her optics and the deep, almost angry frown on her face.

Due to her normally relentlessly cheery attitude, this was concerning.

"What? Didn't recharge right?" he asked, his normal snark in his voice.

"I didn't." she said quietly.

"You didn't recharge? Why the frag didn't you recharge?" he demanded, a more serious tone entering his voice while he frowned deeply. Corvin stopped typing for a moment and turned to look at him, all frustration gone and replaced with weariness.

"Please leave me alone, Ratchet." she said tiredly. Ratchet hesitated for a moment before turning and walking into the medical bay, the sound of Corvin resuming her typing following him.

Corvin's actions were abnormal and Ratchet couldn't help but worry for the younger femme. But Ratchet also knew that everyone had an off day once an awhile, and he knew better than most how much prying annoyed a grumpy bot.

Ratchet decided to keep it to himself for now.

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Corvin felt awful. She was tired and jittery and kept checking over her shoulder every five minutes.

She didn't want to admit it... but that vision really messed with her.

And Corvin said 'Vision' because it felt too real to have been a dream. Not when the ghost of servos still trailed over her right wing and hip, causing her to twitch.

Unicron's words still echoed in her helm, and she felt ashamed for the split second she explored the idea of giving in.

She'd never kill Optimus, never. Nothing would change her mind on the fact.

The very thought of Optimus offlining at her servos made her jumpy and anxious. Corvin didn't want to think of the horrible things Unicron had said to her, but every word was seared into her processor and playing on a loop, doubling her anxiety whenever she thought of what he had said about her 'desires'.