Sparked Love

6

Ratchet faced away from the exiting tunnel, monitoring possible signals for further investigation. His attention was firmly trained, even though the sound of rumbling engines was growing louder as they approached. He did turn his head just enough to see Optimus and that femme coming through.

Bumblebee and Arcee were talking quietly up and until Optimus went to his bipedal mode. Bumblebee stopped and looked over his shoulder at the Prime, asking, "Where'd you two go?" Ratchet - for some reason - couldn't help rolling his optics. Optimus quietly hummed and nodded to his scout. "A morning drive. One of the more peaceful times to leave base."

Bulkhead walked from the hall into the center of base. He nodded to the Prime and said, "I'll go and get Miko." Optimus nodded to him as he made his way to the exit. The odd femme gave him an equally odd look, prompting the question: "Miko?"

"She is amongst the human charges we have," Optimus explained since Bulkhead was out of earshot to have answered her anyway. She looked away, watching Ratchet tinker with something that was much more important, or so she assumed. "That would make some sense then," she mumbled. "Pardon?"

"Nothing important. But, humans? They tend to be, oh you could say, naive at best?" Nightblade paused. "Charges. So there are more than just one?"

"How unfortunate for us, yes," Ratchet grumbled from across the silo, continuing to fiddle with something. He did not want to look at her, something still just set him off.

"All creatures that are young, organic or mechanical can be naive. As you may recall," Optimus, his tone heightened ever so slightly, something that allowed Ratchet to almost fondly recall the past. How they would joke and how either of them would laugh, how sad that war came about to deter any sort of happy going.

"I'm not that old, Optimus. Don't remind me." Ratchet looked over his shoulder pauldron, stalling his movement on the device in hand to catch the detail of how her optics shined against the light. The purple still greatly unsettled him, although that was only one thing.

"While you're on base you may take up any tasks that require attention." Ratchet tried to turn his focus back on the device he carried, not sure if he could get it to work again even if he had what he required to repair properly, but that goes without say.

"Alright. Mind pointing me in a direction?" she asked plainly, quietly, but stood tall. Optimus seemed to shift his weight from ped to ped. "Perhaps you may be of use to Ratchet." That made the medic grumble.

"I don't need help. I need quiet," Ratchet continued to with his grumbling, forcing his helm toward something, virtually anything else than Nightblade and Optimus. Them in the same sight did not settle well, and how they composed themselves. It was unusual and it was not something that Ratchet could explain.

"I'm certified, Ratchet. I do know how to be useful."

"Obviously you don't know how to be quiet."

Nightblade stood there and nodded, not adding to the situation. It was one fight that she did not want to cause. Optimus bristled his field against hers before leaving to do something else.

Ratchet sighed and placed his servos down on the surface just above the keys on the control module. "Nightblade," he started quietly. "Come here."

She did roll right next to him, there Ratchet noted the height she had over him. Two helms higher, perhaps. "What did he say?"

"I think it would be best if both of you went for a drive and talk to each other. Just, give a little push in the right direction," she replied, gently reaching for the screen with both Terran and Cybertronian glyphs in green and yellow, decorated the screen. "Off topic, but why are you using this archaic technology? Was there no ship that could be salvaged from?" Nightblade tapped away at the keys a moment, peering at the system's configuration.

Funnily enough, Ratchet did not stop her. At first, he stumbled for a reply, something that was certainly off his target for conversation. "It was all that could be afforded at the time. The pod we came in was too destroyed to have been useful and this country's government took it after we landed," Ratchet supplied, taking back control of the module, searching up a time and place that Nightblade did not expect.

"The Roswell crash, that was you? I should've considered that," she paused, optic darting back and forth across the screen, soaking up every detail that she may have forgotten. "Back to the original topic. I think it would be best if you would just tell him, I assure you, you won't be disappointed." Ratchet, although still a bit hesitant toward the new femme, already knew that fact that he needed to speak with his Prime. His Prime seemed to leave a pleasant taste in his mouth.

A/N: It's short and I honestly forgot to update??? Sorry about that! Gonna throw up chapter 7 in a minute too!