Transformers Prime: Project Predacon

Beastly

With transforming, my negative thoughts came back, stronger than before. Optimus and Ratchet stepped back away from me. Different instincts kicked in, and suddenly I felt the need to roll over and stick my tongue out. I exhaled loudly, it felt good to be able to relax again. I approached both of them, and immediately I noticed that they were nervous. Something in me changed, and I suddenly purred, expecting them to pet me  or something. They both looked confused, looking at each other nervously. I suddenly felt rejected, so I pushed my head into the face of the medic. He cringed, as if I was going to hurt him. I rubbed my face on him, waiting for him to scratch my neck. He didn't, instead he took a few quick steps back, but I stayed right next to him, craning my neck out.  

"What is she doing?!? What are you doing??" Ratchet asked, very confused and terrified. Optimus was quiet, then he said with a confused tone, "I think she wants you to pet her."  

"WHAT?? Pet her? She's a Predacon. I don't think they like to be pet." I departed him with those words. He didn't understand what I wanted, but Optimus did. I stuck my face in his, then turned my head, waiting for him to scratch my neck. I felt his hand touch it, and I purred louder, wanting more. 'No,' I thought to him. 'Scratch.' He frowned a little, but began to scratch my neck. I relaxed, comfortable as hell with all the scratching he was doing. I flopped down on the ground, dust surrounding me, and relaxed even more, breathing deeply and purring loudly. Optimus stopped, and I responded with a small snort, expecting more from him.  

"She seems to be much more animalistic in this form." He continued to scratch below my jaw, watching my reactions.  

"I am still able to communicate with the two of you, although your minds seem strange..." I shifted, ending the loud purring and getting to my feet. Ratchet kept his distance and Optimus even stepped back, wary of my immense bulk.  

"I won't crush you. I just need to- I'll be back." I crouched, unfurling my wings slightly in preparation for a good, long flight.  

"Wait! Where are you going? You can't just leave." I squinted my optics slightly, turning to the medic that seemed to have a problem with my leaving.  

"Scouting. And yes, I have every right to leave if I feel I need to. You cannot stop me in this form. I will promise to you that I will return, and I do not break my promises easily." I crouched again, about to jump when he interrupted me again.  

"But how are we supposed to know that?" I relaxed, standing to my full height and arching my neck to I could look him in the face.  

"Fine, old man. If you want to supervise, then supervise." I flopped to the ground, sticking my front leg out awkwardly so he could climb onto my back safely.  

"No, I didn't mean that, I-" I let a low growl rumble through the air, cutting him off. Smoke curled from my nostrils as I spoke to him.  

"Get on." Ratchet looked a little reluctant and pale, I hadn't meant to scare him so badly, or had I? He scooted forward, eyeing me carefully. I finally got fed up with how incredibly slow he seemed to be going, so I reached over with my head, and carefully lifted him to my back. He squirmed with discomfort on my back, despite how I was made. There was a place on my back that was made for a bot to sit there, he couldn’t seem to find it.  

"That was really, really unnecessary." I stood and felt him wobble.  

"It was unnecessary of you to take so long. Sit still, would you? Hold onto the spike in front of you, it can be quite a jerk when I jump, it is possible for you to behead yourself if you're not careful." He squirmed around some more, then stopped. He seemed a bit more comfortable so I turned my head to look at him, he was different colors, the wrong kind.  

"Wait, you're flying? I thought you were just going to walk around. Wait, wait!!" I snorted in amusement, glancing at the Prime who also seemed to be amused.  

"It'll only feel strange for a few seconds, Ratchet. Just try to relax." He whipped around to look at Optimus while I turned away from him.  

"What do you mean, relax!?! How am I supposed t-" His words were ripped out of his mouth as I crouched and jumped, forcing myself into the air with my powerful legs. We defied gravity for a few seconds before I was forced to flap my wings to keep us aloft. I was aware of the medic's screams of fear, it was unnatural for him to be in the air. I couldn’t feel his hands gripping to spike on my back so I turned to look back at him. He was scrambling to lean forward and grab it, I did my best to keep us steady so he could find his balance, but I could do nothing about the different air temperatures that made me unsteady.  

"Didn’t I tell you to hold on?" Ratchet's mouth was open in a silent howl of fear, after a few seconds he squeezed his optics shut and pressed himself as close to me as he could, trying to control his emotions. I flew higher to get out of the unsteady wind and temperature's, trying to stable us so that he could actually look around. With a few strokes of my powerful wings I steadied myself out, out of range of the wind and temperature that would randomly throw me off.  

"If you trust me, you will open your eyes, medic. I will not fall unsteady and neither will you." He didn’t move, but spoke. His words were lost in the wind.  

"Think what you want to say. I will hear." I gently pressed my mind against his, careful not to break him. His mind was alien to me, his held different thoughts than the Decepticons that I knew so well, his thoughts were of good things, positive. His mind was very open, but it was concentrating on one thing: not falling or looking around.  

"No. I won't open my eyes." I could feel his fear, he was scared of falling.  

"You will not fall. If that was possible I would not have taken you up here with me. Open your eyes and look at the rock you've taken shelter upon." I pushed emphasis into my thoughts, forcing him to understand that I was more than sure that he would not fall off, it wasn't possible. His mind grew a little blank and he started to rethink himself. I withdrew from him then, not wanting to intrude in his decision. I stopped flapping, there was no longer a need to do so. I did not go higher and I did not descend, I stayed at the same altitude, gliding through the air with no effort at all. I felt Ratchet move a little, but his body was still tense and he held on with surprising strength. I stayed mentally connected to him, just in case he wanted to say more. The wind wasn't bad, so if he physically spoke I would be able to hear him. I felt his head lift and his grip immediately tightened more than it already had, fear flooding his veins again. He pushed it back with bravery that I never expected from one so old. He shifted from his position, his grip still deathly tight, but I felt he was a little less scared.  

"Holy mother of Primus. . ." He stared speechlessly at the landscape before him. Having never seen it from this view, it was much different to him.  

"What is it that you see, medic? All I see is dust and shrubbery." He didn’t speak for the longest time and for a few seconds I assumed he hadn't heard me. 

"Your mind is still filled with negativity. Me being an Autobot for so long, I learn to enjoy the simplest things. Such as a place to stay, you have yet to learn how to appreciate things." I said no more, unable to come up with a retort that was clever enough to outclever his cleverness.  

"Less is more?" I could feel his sudden surprise.  

"Yes, having less is much more than I can ask for." 

***HAI, omg I'm so sorry for the lifetime wait, you guys probably all grew beards or something. It's just that SOMEONE *glares at Supernatural fandom* got me addicted to them and I've recently got a little bit of motivation for this book. I apologize but I think I'll be working on this one a bit more, sorry if my point of views are a little rusty, I've been stuck in "people mode" so I don't really think like a Cybertronian much anymore. Maybe I should be watching the episodes of Transformers Prime...?? Idk but here you go for the people who really like this book/fic/whatever you want it to be. Have fun.