Setting Sun (Transformers Prime Fan-fic)

Focusing

"Alright, so you're telling me that.... Starscream.... was searching out an energon deposit that was located directly under my college, however digging it up would cause the land to cave in and completely destroy the facility and kill anyone on site..... And you were trying to stop him?" I gaze up at the group before me, my eyes locking optics with Bulkhead, who nods sheepishly. "Y-Yeah. Sorry about getting you all caught up in this... I didn't know you were there!"

I smile. That had been the point.... I think. I feel my headache slightly throb, but it was nothing compared to my leg pain. It had began to ebb, but due to the lack of proper... 'human' medicine, I had to deal with the pain for now. It seems after the first incident with me, Ratchet took it upon himself to learn more about human anatomy. The numbing cream wore off a while ago, but I was too focused on these.... cybertronians, right?.... to care about that. Nearly everyone I know would love to be in my shoes right now, living out what seems to be an amazing television show, and yet it was me...

All because I was worried about Dillon's backpack.

A small smile forms on my lips, and I gaze up as I feel someone looking at me. Ratchet was watching me from his station, a side glance and nothing more. When I meet his optics, he turns away with a huff. "I still advise you allowing me to contact Agent Fowler for proper medical supplies.... and expertise." He adds the last part on as I start to protest, and I grumble, knowing he was right. "(Y/N)," I hear above me, and I gaze up as my sitting area shifts. Optimus, who was still holding me, speaks with the very slightest amount of concern. "As much as we have tried to learn about your species while living here on your planet, Agent Fowler is your only option for a full recovery."

I huff but nod my head. "Alright, but I'm not going anywhere. Not yet, at least." My gaze turns back up, a pleading look in my eyes. "Please?" Optimus nods his head, and I let out a sigh. I hear Ratchet begin typing on his alien console before a very loud beeping rings out. "Agent Fowler? We need your immediate assistance." He had urgency in his tone, maybe to make this 'Fowler' guy move faster, as I felt fine after Ratchet stitched me up and applied a wrap he found in an old locker. However, I hear something click, then Ratchet speaks up. "He's on his way now, thirty minutes out."

As everyone grows quiet once more, I allow my gaze to wander around. Spotting a large hole in the wall, with some sort of coiling inside of it, I find a way to break the silence. "Is that a portal of some sort?" I ask, pointing my hand at it. I feel Optimus Prime shift to look towards it, and he nods as I gaze up at him. "It is a ground bridge that allows us to travel anywhere on this planet in a matter of moments." I gaze back down at the ground bridge, then over to Ratchet. Millions of questions flew through my mind, and I turn my eyes upward once more to Optimus. He wasn't looking at me anymore, so I tap on the palm of his servo lightly. This makes him look towards me again, and I gesture to the platform near Ratchet. 

"My other leg is going numb from sitting so long..... I won't put much pressure on my left leg, I promise." I add the last part as I see his optics start to form some sort of protest, which ends up leading to him nodding his head. Carefully, he walks over and lowers his hands at an angle, allowing me to slightly slide forward and grab a hold of the railing. Gently, I hoist myself up and slightly stagger until I gain my footing. I lower my left leg down slightly, hissing as the pain returns and makes me regret this decision. I shake it off and wave towards Optimus Prime, who was watching me carefully. "I'm fine, just sore." My gaze turns to Ratchet, and I gaze at his screens.

However, I couldn't understand a thing.

It was all written in what I believed to be their language, but it spiked my curiosity. Not only that, but I wished to know more about the ground bridge, and I wanted to know more about these creatures that saved my life, and my friends. "Ratchet?" I ask cautiously, earning a huff and side glance. "Yes?" He barely pauses in his typing, so I continue. "How does your ground bridge work?" He seems to hold in an exasperated sigh, then turns to face me. "It is a scaled down form of space bridge technology, powered by energon and allowing us to travel anywhere on this planet, and this planet alone." He gazes at me, as if waiting for me to say something. I scratch my chin and think, remembering something from one of my theorized science classes.