One of us is lying - Mirage/Dino

🇮🇹 Chapter 4. Hanging out

'Hello bellezza...'

Mirage leaned against the wall, smirking a little. 'Something I can help you with?' I asked. 'About that drink... maybe this afternoon?' he asked. I glanced at him again. I wanted to have a drink with him but at the same time, he's an Autobot and I don't talk to Autobots. It's a shame he's one. Why are all the hot guys on the bad side? I bit my lip. 'Come on, beauty. You can't reject my offer.' He smirked again. Megatron warned me for him. Mirage is the best spy on Cybertron and he's not supecting anything. I rather keep it that way and I am afraid that if I get to close, he'll find out but on the other hand, he's a spy here. He knows a lot and obviously focussed on femmes. He's blind.

I faked a smile. 'Alright, fine... 6 AM,' I said. 'Sweet. You're not going to regret.' I hummed. The first time I saw him, I was caught off guard, but that will not happen again. 'What are you going to do with Christmas?' he asked. 'Ugh, I hate Christmas. I don't understand why people would celebrate something useless and stupid like that,' I scowled. Mirage was a litle taken back by that. 'It's time of coming together,' he trailed off. 'Coming together? Don't make me vomit,' I snapped and passed him. I hate Christmas and I hate christmas decoration.

After my training I had to visit Ratchet. The medic I heard so many things about from Knockout and Shockwave. I walked in, facing the famous medic. 'You wanted to see me?' I asked. He nodded and gestured to me to sit down. 'Just a check-up for in your dossier,' he said. I hummed and sat down. 'Anything I should know about?' he asked. There are a lot of things I could tell him but I kept my lips sealed. 'No, nothing serious.' He wrote it down and after a minute of filling in the form, he wanted to do a quick phycial exam. I removed my shirt. 'Lots of scars...' he trailed off. I looked at myself for a moment but didn't reply. 'This one isn't even healed properly. The stich work is sloppy, did you do it yourself?'

'Y-yeah...' Whenever I tell an Decepticon about it. They mock me off, laugh at me and bully me with it for some time. 'Lay down...' Ratchet grabbed some gloves and pulled them on. 'You're not going to mock me off?' he snorted, 'why would I laugh at you, Sky?' he asked. He injected me carefully and removed the old stitches. 'I am going to reopen it and close it again so it will heal more nicely,' he said. I quietly agreed. 'I don't know... I usually don't get that much help.' He looked at my face for a second. All my life I got to hear how bad he is, but Ratchet isn't as bad as I got told.

'It's my job. I am supposed to help people. That's what doctors do. I wouldn't be a good doctor if I laugh at you and sent you away,' he said. 'True,' I mumbled. 'Ey, Mirage got attacked by a Decepticon?' I asked. Ratchet nodded while stitching. 'Starcream, yes. He got lucky to get away,' he said. 'Are you going to investigate the area?' He nodded. 'Yes, but we haven't see any activity since his attack so maybe Starscream was just flying over,' he said. I took it in and looked at what he was doing. 'Alright, all done. Try to be careful,' he said. I nodded. Ratchet used a band aid to cover the wound and handed me my shirt. 'Thank you.'

I got up and pulled my shirt back on. 'Are you going to have the drink with Mirage?' he suddenly asked. 'He told you?' I asked. The medic snorted. 'Usually I don't care. It's none of my business but I am curious about your answer,' he said. 'Yeah, I'll have a drink with him tonight,' I muttered stiffly. 'Thank you for patching me.' I left before he could ask any other questions. I felt a little uncomfortable and I had no idea why. He's not mean. Not like Knockout told me.

I had contact with Megatron before I caught up with Mirage later that day. 'Okay, I really need to know about your hate towards Christmas,' he trailed off when I sat down. 'There's nothing to talk about. I hate it all. The tree, the songs, the decorations... the presents. I hate everything and I never celebrated it,' I muttered crankily. 'Do you have another religion?' he asked. 'No, I don't believe in anything. When you die, it's over. I don't believe it hell or heaven or in the allspark. Just nothing.'

'The allspark?' he asked. I grunted, 'Yeah, I heard some mechs talking about it. You believe in Primus?' Mirage sighed softly. 'I do, but it's personal. You don't need to have a religion to believe in something,' he said. I shrugged, 'And I hate snow...' I muttered, looking outside. 'Usually people try to impress me and you're trying to scare me away?' He laughed. 'No, just telling you my honest opinion. Why would I lie? I hate it, not a big deal and just saying' that you're not going to see me in a stupid dress. I hate dresses.'

'So much hate... you're not waiting for my opinion, but you're beautiful and I think it would look good in you.' I blinked. 'You're giving me a compliment?' He cocked his head to the side. 'You don't get compliments?' I shook my head. 'No, I never get praised for the things I do.' He stared at me for several moments. 'Where grew you up?' he asked. I ignored his question. 'How long are you on earth?' I asked, taking a sip. After a minute, he answered me. 'This is my second year,' he replied. 'Hmm, right.' I looked around the room again. It was much nicer and warmer than the Decepticon base. 'How's your hematoma?' I looked back at him. 'It's fine.' 

'Are you the only spy around here? You work along I mean?' I asked. Mirage nodded. 'Yeah, I live alone,' he sighed. 'I love working alone,' he quickly added. 'Me too.' The spy eyed me. 'I heard about your combat skills today. Epps was very impressed,' he said. I snorted, 'you're good or not, huh?' I mocked. He smiled a little. 'I guess, tomorrow shooting practicing, nervous? Ironhide can be very hard on people,' he said. I snorted. I bet Ironhide is hard on people but in comparison with how Megatron treats me, he's soft. 'I'll be fine.' 

'Self-taught?' 

I nodded again. 'Yeah, most of it.' Dino smiled again. 'You're so hard to read,' he mumbled. 'I don't like being read. I know you hate it, you want to know what's going on in my head, isn't it?' I asked. 'I do, but you're a tough cookie,' he muttered. I smirked a little and shrugged. The mech is so warm and sweet. I have never had anyone being so nice to me as he is. Ratchet wasn't a monster either like Knock-out told me. Whenever I am around an Decepticon, I need to keep my guard high and that's exhausting, but here, I felt how tired I actually are.