Unforeseen

Chapter 39

I don't own Transformers, only my OC's.

Chapter 39

"Ow," I moaned. I wasn't sure how long I had been asleep, but the back of my skull still throbbed. I wasn't even sure where I was. Laying sideways on something soft, that was about all I knew. It was too dark to see.

"You're awake," Ron's voice filtered through the darkness seconds before an invisible hand brushed hair from my face.

I groaned. "Don't touch me in the dark."

He snorted. "Open your eyes."

"Ha. Ha." I rolled onto my back, agitating my injury. "Turn on a light."

A long, still moment passed between us. The dolt wasn't even making an attempt to move.

"Ratchet!"

My ears rang and brain rattled. Did he have to be so loud?

He grabbed my arms, but I pushed him away. If the jerk wasn't going to turn the light on I would.

"Sit still," Ron grabbed me again.

"Stop it," I wrenched away. "What's your problem all of a sudden?" And he said I was the one acting strangely today.

"You need to hold still."

"Why?"

There was a light groan. "Will you just listen."

"Will you just turn on the lights? Geez." You'd have thought I was asking him for the world or something.

The sound of fast paced footsteps echoed down the hall. The door burst open. "What's happened?" Ratchet's distinct voice resonated in my skull.

"Nothing," I said bluntly, "can you please hit the lights. This one," I loosely waved in the direction I thought Ron to be, "won't do it."

The air stilled.

Alright, this was getting old. If there was a black out because of a Decepticon attack they could have just said so. The silence was agitating. Not to mention pointless. I would find out sooner or later, so what was the point in hiding it?

A really odd sequence of sounds began swirling in the air. It reminded me of a robot unable to speak properly… then I realized it was Ron and Ratchet. Whatever they were fussing over, at least that's what it sounded like, was said in a fast paced chatter.

"English guys. Come on."

Oh! Uncle was here too… Now I was really confused. I was sure the Autobots had a way to see in the dark, but, night vision goggles aside, humans did not and I was sure Uncle wouldn't bust in here wearing them and not explain.

A hand landed on my cheek, startling me. I went to shove it away but was stopped. "Don't fight me please," Ratchet said firmly.

When had he gotten so close?

The bed shifted as he leaned into it and his lab coat brushed against my skin. There was only silence as he did whatever he was doing. It was really very strange having him so close and yet not being able to see him. Normally I wouldn't have cared, he was a doctor after all, but right now it made me uneasy. What expressions were I missing? What signals were going by unnoticed?

Ratchet's hand padded across the nap of my neck. Pain jolted down my spine.

"This isn't good," his warm breath did little to stop the chill that overtook me.