Broken: A Transformers Fanfic

Chapter 10: Miles

 Road.

Miles and miles of a seemingly never ending road.

His tires seemed to burn over the sun baked and cracked tarmac, devouring the miles as he sped along.

He had lost track of the time, hours blurring together. The only indication that any time had passed at all was the restless shifting of the human.

He still had miles and miles to go before he could safely contact the Autobots.

It was tiresome.

Frustrating.

He shouldn't be running away, he should be searching.

Searching for his brother.

But of course, Prime would never forgive him if he placed a human in danger when he could just have easily gotten her to safety first.

The human was his first priority, whether he liked it or not.

Perhaps she wasn't pleased with the arrangement, but it was her fault that she had gotten involved in the first place.

He noticed her head roll to the side, her eyelids drooping. She hadn't complained about being low on energy or the substance that humans liked to refer to as food.

How much did organics need to eat in a day, anyways?

He executed a search through the network the humans liked to refer to as "the internet", and he frowned at the results.

The fleshie wasn't even meeting half of the requirements.

Starving herself, it seemed.

In protest? Or simply because she did not feel the peculiar human sensation known as hunger?

It wouldn't do if he turned up at base with a malnutritioned squish in tow. Ratchet would have his hide for neglecting a charge.

"Hey squish."

No response.

He tried again, this time a little louder, jarring her seat.

The human jerked, hands flying out to land on his dash to brace herself. "What?!"

"You're low on fuel."

"So?"

Sideswipe frowned, although she couldn't see it. "You need to eat."

"I'm not hungry," she leaned back in the chair, crossing her arms.

"My scans indicate otherwise."

She shrugged, "why do you care?"

"Paperwork," not entirely true, but it seemed to be a term that the squish would understand.

And hopefully motivate her...

She sighed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Hair, what a strange thing. What purpose did it serve for humans other than obstruct their sight and collect oily substances?

"Fine," she said reluctantly, digging out a sandwich from her bag in the backseat.

His engine revved in warning and she rolled her eyes. "I won't get any crumbs in your interior, you big baby."

"Good." Crumbs were uncomfortable and they always found their way into nooks and crannies that they shouldn't be in.

He muffled a sigh of his own.

I'm coming, Sunny, just hang on.

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Drops of blue energon splashed upon the cement flooring, slowly pooling together.