Who Guards the Guardians? (TFP/Bayverse crossover)

New Recruits

A/N: So, may change it back to a Optimus x OC story.... but for now it's just a crossover story cuz no one has commented otherwise..... well, as of 12/13/2018.... if you comment afterwards, I will read it and I will still take it into consideration... 

Now..

ON WITH THE FIC

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As Rachel and the other two mechs arrive back at base, their 'welcoming party' waits patiently for them to walk through. Ratchet quickly goes to Ironhide and leads him away. As they leave, Rachel, who was perched on Wheeljack's shoulder, releases a yawn. The Wrecker turns an optic to her, then towards the large red and blue bot that was standing by a platform, facing them.

As they walk over, Optimus turns his optics towards the girl, then Wheeljack. "Wheeljack, how much energon were you able to accumulate?" His voice has a hint of knowing behind it, and Wheeljack gives a smirk. "Nearly a quarter ton. Maybe more." Optimus' optics slightly widen, but he hides it.

Wheeljack's expression turns grim suddenly, and the Prime catches this. Gesturing his optics towards the drowsy human on his shoulder, the mech turns to Optimus with a worried expression. Without hesitation, Optimus extends his servo towards his shoulder. "Rachel."

The girl slightly jumps and blinks. Gazing up, she smiles and slowly stands. Carefully, she walks off of Wheeljack and onto the Prime's hand. "Take it easy, kiddo. And, uh, thanks for the 'save'." The Wrecker smirks, and Rachel smiles at him. He then turns and walks away from the hanger, heading out to clean up his ride after the battle. It only suffered minor external damage, but he needed an excuse to excuse himself to allow Optimus to figure out what was eating her.

Rachel gazes up at the mech before her, her eyes barely open. She gives him a soft smile. He doesn't return it, but instead begins to walk towards the berthroom hall. As he makes his way towards the last large door on his right, he steps in, gently pushing the large metal door open. The room is large and a few pathways line the walls that sit at optic level with the large bot.

Moving his servo up, he allows Rachel to slowly climb off and stand on one of the paths. She stretches and yawns, then lazily leans against the railing. She gazes after the mech as he closes his berthroom door, arching an eyebrow. As he turns to face her, his faceplates soften, and the girl huffs. "Okay, okay. I'm busted..." She lays her head on her hands on the rail. Closing her eyes, she lets out a soft sigh.

Optimus walks over and gazes at the girl, his optics expressing his worry. "Rachel, you have not been sleeping well for quite some time." Rachel gazes up at him, and her eyes slightly glare at him. "Listen, Optimus, I would rather not talk about it, okay? It-It's just...." She huffs, then straightens. "I-I... I don't need you guys to worry about me. I'm fine. I have had nightmares before, and they go away. You don't have to worry about me, it doesn't last, okay?"

She rubs her arms and gazes down, causing the Prime to offer a servo towards her, gently rubbing her back. She gazes up, the tears obvious. "Rachel, I understand why you would want us not to worry, however, you have become part of this family here, and therefore part of our responsibility is to make sure you are fine. That includes your sleeping habits." He removes his servo and gazes down. "I do not know how to help you, however, if you need to speak about anything, please know that I will always listen."

Rachel looks over him, then meets his optics with her eyes. She takes a deep breath, but a loud siren interrupts her before she can speak. Optimus' head snaps up, and he suddenly returns to his steely face leader status. Rachel huffs, blinks, yawns, then straightens up. Her whole demeanor changes and she swiftly leaps over the rails onto Optimus' outstretched servo.