Synthesis (Ratchet X OC)

Chapter 1

-Third Person-

Fowler once again shifted his weight and uncrossed his arms; hid smile grew wider than the Grand Canon.

"I knew you'd love it. Right this way. Listen closely Taylor, I don't have much time to brief you before they all arrive please try not to interrupt me unless it's absolutely necessary."

"Official inquiry: How many are there?"

" On the first day there where four. Yesterday two more showed up."

They started out of Taylor's new bedroom which was a few floors above the main tundra. Her window overlooked the open cavern that use to hold missiles.

Logically she had deduced that her new bedroom use to be the control room. The window to keep and eye on all things and the slanted ceiling meant it was reenforced. She felt like she could get use to this place, lots of room to conduct experiments and aliens right outside her window.

"Taylor, I am serious when I say I want biweekly reports out of you both for your safety and to reassure the government that these things are safe."

Glancing to her left, Taylor eyed Fowler. His fatherly side was coming out again.

"As you know Fowler Uncle Sam and I aren't really buddy-buddy."

"I understand bu-"

"But I'll do it for you and because it gives me an excuse to interact with the 'autobots'".

It was Fowler's turn to glance to his right and smile. Her expression remained neutral but Fowler knew her long enough to know that all that excitement was bursting to get out. Just by the way her walking speed was slightly increased and her undying focus on the elevator ahead of them. She was also quite quieter, probably thinking of what to ask her new roommates.

" The Autobots will arrive here in approximately 20 minutes. They had to drive all the way from Washington back here. I'll brief you on their forms while we wait."

A silence fell the between the two. Fowler was expecting a question or a sarcastic comment but nothing came. Taylor was focus completely on Fowler.

"Go on..." she urged him to continue. She wanted to know all she could.

"The leader of their group goes by the name Optimus Prime, his vehicular mode resembles one of a blue and red semi truck. Next up is the medic, Ratchet. Easy to remember because his alternate is an ambulance."

At this point Taylor had started to take mental notes: 'Optimus, leader, truck, most likely holds most information that the government wants to know-
Ratchet, medic, ambulance, most logically the best one to exchange scientific information with...'

"Bulkhead is classified as a wrecker so I'd watch out for him, hard to miss he's large and his vehicle mode is a green truck. Bumblebee is their scout, he lost his voice in battle, his alter mode is a yellow and black Camero. The two newest additions to Team Prime are a smaller apparently female bot called Arcee. Her alternative mode is a blue motorcycle. And finally Cliffjumper. He's a loud one that's for sure, but he means well. His alternative mode is a red dodge."

"How did they obtain these alter modes?"

The sudden question had caught Fowler off guard. He wasn't expecting her to absorb all this information so quickly.

"It was apart of the pentagons request for the robots to remain is disguise. The government arranged for vehicles of their choosing to be brought in for their needs."

The elevator door opened and Taylor was the first out. She was quickly cut off by Fowler.

"Slow down, Slow down. You understand that you are now working for the government again."