Unforeseen

Chapter 34

I do not own Transformers, only my OC's.

Chapter 34

I didn't know what I hated more. The fact I was being treated like a child or how these crazy people were worrying me silly. Ratchet had forced me into bed at eleven despite being fully awake and no one would tell me anything about when Ron and Uncle would return. I mean, how far could we possibly be from Jessy's house?

Uncle hadn't answered when I texted him and though I had sent about five message over the course of the night I never so much as got a call. I had considered contacting Ironhide too, but I didn't have a voice and I wasn't sure if his comlink could take texts. The last thing I wanted was for him to think me an idiot for experimenting.

I knew it was unnecessary to worry, but I could not help it. I loved them.

At around one in the morning Ratchet had come in to check on me and had been noticeably upset upon seeing me awake. He had practically forced a foul tasting herbal tea down my throat. It had knocked me out cold in ten minutes.

Now it was seven o'clock and though I was groggy I could see there wasn't a single message awaiting my attention. Had they ever gotten back?

My bladder didn't care. I sighed and sat up, what a pain. Sometimes I really hated my body.

I suddenly froze.

Ron was asleep at the foot of the bed.

When had he gotten back? And why didn't he wake me?

My bladder pressed further on its nerves, jarring me from my thoughts. Carefully, so as not to wake him, I climbed out of bed and moved to the bathroom. The tiles were cold beneath my feet and sent a shiver rattling up my spine.

When I returned I couldn't help but wonder if Cybertronian's ever get cold? I had never thought to ask before, but Ironhide was always warm to the touch, warmer than humans and we certainly felt the change of temperature. Yet he was hunched over in a chair without any kind of covering.

It can't hurt, I thought as I grabbed a blanket from the closet and draped it over his shoulders. My heart jumped as he groaned. I had to resist sighing when he simply shifted and settled further into the folds of his arms.

I very careful repositioned the blanket where it had moved. It was thin enough that it shouldn't cause trouble if it was unnecessary, but thick enough that it would do some good if it wasn't. Maybe I was just making myself feel better by doing it, but it was better than waking him to ask.

I climbed back into bed and lay down facing him. There wasn't much light filtering through the blinds but I could make out his ruffled hair. I couldn't resist running my hand through the tips. It was thick and not quite as pliable as my own, but my hair was thin and Ron had said his body was inorganic.

It did make me wonder what I was touching.

With a shrug I pulled the bed sheets around myself and cushioned my head with my arm. It almost felt like I was wrapped in a burrito, but I would manage. There was only one last thing to do.

I kissed the tips of my fingers and pressed them softly to Ron's forehead. He shifted ever so slightly and moaned, "Melry."

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It was nearly noon when I next awoke and Ron was nowhere to be seen. A frown hit my lips and I brushed the hair from my face.

"Will called him out three hour ago."

I jumped. Ratchet was sitting at the desk, fingers folded into one another. "He shouldn't have been in here anyway. Will was not pleased."

I rolled my eyes. Of course he wasn't. I stepped out of bed and carefully stretched.