Please read the A/N at the end of the chapter.
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"Look, Optimus, maybe this really isn't a good idea," you breathed, peering through the windowsill. You quickly ducked back down as you heard shuffling in the room, keeping your back pressed against the wall as you calmed your speeding heart.
His patient reply soon came through the speaker, "as much as this task could be risky, I believe it is well worth the cost—please, do not regard that as my permission for me to standby if harm does become of you—for this is all for your safety's sake, my love, and not for his." You sighed tiredly into the phone, gripping down onto the windowsill once more as you barely peered up to make out some dark shadows enveloping the only two characters in the room. You leaned back down, still holding onto the sill as your brows creased in worry. "But what if he finds me, Opti? What if he wakes up when I'm—pulling a strand of his hair out, or something?" You whispered exasperated, still not entirely onboard with the idea of stealing a strand of your sire's DNA.
"If the situation requires me to intervene, then I shall." The line went dead.
Once again, you sighed tiredly, hanging your head while shaking it in near disbelief. You snapped your phone shut and tucked it into your back pocket before leaning upwards and grabbing a firm grasp onto the window.
'Steady, steady,' you commanded. 'C'mon, arms, just lift the damn window.'
Steadily, you began to lift the window up, moving it as slowly as you possibly could. There wasn't a doubt in your mind that if you were caught, it would be the end of the line. Any creak or sound that even dared to make itself known forced you stop in caution. This made opening the window to your parent's bedroom go ten times slower than it originally should've.
Finally, after what felt like hours, the window was finally open. Your heart pounded in fear as you hoisted yourself up onto the windowsill and into the room. You slowly placed one foot over another, trying your damndest to not make a peep. You stealthily crept to your father's side of the bed, and...
Slowly...pulled...a...strand...
You immediately pulled back when he shifted in his bed, his snores faltering for just a moment before making himself comfortable again and resuming to hibernate like bear in the winter. You, in turn, slowly reached back over to resume your own task. You delicately grabbed hold of one small strand of your sire's graying hairs before—
'Wait!' Cried your Reasoning, 'Let's think about this. This is the man who's tormented you for your entire life, and you're just going to pull out his hair for some experiment you already know the answer to? You already know that he's the reason for your problem. You can feel it in your gut, can't you?' It reasoned, placing its firm hand on your shoulder like a consoling friend would. 'You of all people should know to always trust your gut.'
You considered what Reasoning had implied. Maybe this wasn't worth the risk. The reason for your heritage was so simple to see even a toddler could identify it. So why did Ratchet even ask for a sample when he, the brainiest of the group, could easily figure out that your sire was the obvious answer?
Suddenly, Logic placed it's muscular hand on your free shoulder. 'Optimus is waiting outside; we of all people should know that he'd barge in and murder this bitch if he so much as lays a finger on you.'
You and Reasoning paused, both taking the time to question what the made-up-coping-device said. After a few moments of pure "What the fuckery", you shook off the confusion of Undercover Cynicism's statement, and gathered the physical and emotion strength you had within you and plucked a hair off your father's head.
