I feel my body tense as the red bot with horns walks closer. "Aye, Bulk. Wouldja look at that. You were right!" I try to even my breathing as the green one grows closer. "Then why is she acting like she's never seen us before?"
The white and red mech steps forward, and I hiss when I try to step away. "Easy, (Y/N)." My wide eyes lock onto his optics. "H-How do you know my name?" As the others gasp, the mech before me shakes his head. "It is as I feared. May I scan you, (Y/N)?" I gaze at his arm plating, which open to reveal a large scanner. I hesitate, then nod yes. A bright light floods my vision, then i see the red bar go down my torso, past my hips and stop at my feet. The mech then stands and turns to the tallest one again. "She has sustained no other major injuries except the one on her leg and minor bruising on her right side. However, it seems the concussion and sickness she gained after the attack at Lone Star left her with amnesia."
Lone Star? How do they....
Pain floods my head again as the vision comes back, but I shake it away. If the first part of it was true, then... I turn my gaze towards the large green one, narrowing my eyes. He seems to feel me starring at him, and his head turns until his optics meet mine. He does a double take with wide optics, and I try to relax as I speak. "Bulkhead?" The way he reacts confirms my suspicions. I slowly allow the vision to return, and I try to focus on the end as I scan over the crowd. "Arcee...." I gaze at the blue feminine looking bot, who gasps.
I keep moving my head, my eyes falling on the red bot. "Cliffjumper...." I gaze up towards the other two authoritative ones. "Optimus.... Prime?" As he nods, I smile and continue on with a better feeling in my gut. "Ratchet.... And Bumblebee...." The scout nods, then cautiously speaks.
*Can... Can you still understand me?*
I quickly nod my head, then gaze over them all. "I.... I remember some things.... But, it's all a blur." Pain floods my leg once more, and I release a hiss and slump against the wall. Ratchet kneels down once more, and Cliffjumper joins him. Both of their optics fall on my leg, and I turn to Cliff, who smiles sheepishly. "Sorry 'bout that." He rubs one of the horns on his head, cleaning it slightly. I give him a soft smile, but I don't say anything. I could feel the blood loss starting to wear on me, and I hear Ratchet mention someone named Fowler.
My blood runs cold.
"No."
All the bots gaze at me, and I shake my head. "No!" I gaze up towards them all, and my gaze stops on Optimus Prime. My eyes are full of fear, and I can see the worry in his optics. "No, I don't want to go with that man. I-I want to stay here!" The bots look at me, each holding their own mixed emotions. My eyes lock back onto Optimus, and I start to explain. "I-I don't really remember why, but I don't trust him. I-I remember him taking me to the hospital, then he just vanished. Next thing I know, I'm shipped back home and told.... something! I-I... I don't..." I try to steady my breathing, but my memories were still trying to piece themselves together as they flood my mind.
Ratchet seems to notice this, and I feel warmth surround me. "May I pick you up, (Y/N)?" He asks, and I nod my head, not opening my eyes. I feel my body get lifted in something warm and metallic. When I am able to raise my head again, I find myself not in Ratchet's steady servo's, but in Optimus Primes! Ratchet was standing before me, examining my leg which was curled up against the other. Before he can ask, I extend it and he slightly shifts in surprise. He then continues before nodding his head. His optics dim, and I turn my gaze up to look at Optimus in confusion.
"He is activating his holoform to allow him to help you more efficiently." I tilt my head, but before I can ask anymore, a man suddenly materializes before me. I release a soft yelp, and move back. He holds out his hands defensively. "It's only me, (Y/N)! You don't need to worry." I calm down and allow him to inspect my leg before quickly beginning his work. "I will need to remove this pant leg in order to stitch up the wound. Do you have an extra pair?" I start to shake my head, but I feel the ear piece shift. My eyes widen. "Oh! I, uh... actually do." I raise my hand and press a button.
"Yes, miss?"
"Are you able to make it back here soon?"
"I will arrive in ten minutes. I apologize for not making it back earlier when you called."
"It's no biggie, Nebula. Turns out I didn't need to get out fast."
"Understood."
During the conversation, I kept my eyes on the others, who were looking at me confused. I gesture to the headset, and begin my explanation. "The car you were chasing earlier was being controlled by my A.I. Nebula in order to distract you from me sneaking in. She's a-actually the reason I am here. She tracks my movements through my phone, and it showed me suddenly appearing on the road out there a few hours after the attack." At their startled expression, I quickly add. "D-Don't worry! It wasn't able to get through whatever you have here."
Arcee, the blue female bot, visibly relaxes, and Cliffjumper shoves her slightly. "Relax, 'Cee. If the 'Cons were that smart, they would have found us by now." I recognize the name, but I decide not to ask what a 'Con' was. It was obvious they were bad, and Screamy was one of them, but I didn't need nor want to know anymore just yet. My mind was throbbing, giving me the headache of a life time, and I could barely keep myself awake. Turning my gaze to Ratchet, I watch him work, startled that I wasn't feeling anything as he stitched my leg up. Duh, Y/N. He probably has numbing ointment on it.
"I put a numbing cream on your leg to allow me to work effectively and keep you from feeling any pain."
See?
He gazes up at me, and I nod in return. The sound of an engine makes the others freak out, but I recognize the rumble. "Relax. It's my car." Is all I say as the goregous vehicle drives in and parks near Cliffjumpers foot..... er, ped. "You are injured." Nebula states in my headset. I shake my head and reply. "No need for an ER call. Ratchet is taking good care of me." The doc looks up, then at the car, then returns to my leg. "However, we may need to get you some more blood for a transfusion. You lost quite a bit." His remark takes me back, and I look at the wound, then the servo I was resting on. There was quite a bit of red on both, and I shiver at the sight. Hadn't realized it was that bad...
The car rumbles, and Nebula speaks up. "Would you like me to contact the hospital?" She speaks through her radio this time, allowing Ratchet to hear her. The other bots slightly jump as she speaks, and it takes everything in me not to laugh. I hear something akin to a muffled laugh behind me, but I push it aside for now. Ratchet quickly answers her with a swift "Yes." and Nebula doesn't hesitate to request her leave through the headset. "Just don't speak of this to the doctors." With that, the car quickly leaves, forming skid marks on the floor. Ratchet grumbles, but doesn't say anything else.
Finally, I allow my mind to wander. Everyone else was so jumpy about Nebula, and even my own appearance here. Even Ratchet was cautious at first. However, there was one bot here that didn't seem to care, in the good sort of way. When Nebula spoke, he didn't move, however, I was sure it was him who chuckled softly since I was essentially leaning against his chest. I turn my gaze up to Optimus Prime's face, surprised to see him gazing down at me. I offer a smile, and his lips slightly curve up. The smile disappears as fast as it had appeared, and I snicker. He was definitely the leader of this group, and it wasn't hard to see why.
I just hope I don't end up forgetting this again.
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*dabs* I was hopping to get another chapter out for this story before Algebra started (which was friday, the 18th) but oh well. Got it out now, and now I can focus on my other stories and school work. Hope yall enjoy this...
And yes...
It's probably gonna end up an Optimus x Reader story.....
R.I.P. my other TFP crushes.
Your times will come soon..... maybe.
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