Change of Law and Heart

Chapter 11: The Aftermath and Guardians

Author's note: yeah, you don't see many of these from me but I felt the need to do one. First off, I hope everyone is staying safe during this time. Anyone who reads this story and is an essential worker, thank you so much for your service and stay safe out there! Those who are at home and owning the curve, we appreciate what you are doing! Lastly, enjoy the chapter, of course.

You know that feeling when you are about to puke but nothing is coming from your mouth; yeah, that's what happening to me. It didn't help with my ribs feeling like they are on fire. Will was holding my head in his hands and checking over anything on my face before noticing me holding my ribs. "Do your ribs hurt?" he questioned while gently prying my arms from my chest.

The only thing I could do was nod, in fear of my spilling was in my stomach. He lifts up my shirt in front of everyone here, exposing my sports bra to the other soldiers. I didn't care about them seeing my upper woman body parts but I did care about them seeing the many scars ranging from big to small along my stomach and back.

A deep blush grew over my face and attempted to stop him from continuing him embarrassing me any further. He didn't let me though and his eyes widen from shock pooling inside of them and a small gasp could be heard from him. He lets go my shirt and turns to one of the seven large bots in front of him. "Ratchet, I need you to take care of her injuries for me please," he orders, leaving no room for argument.

No way in hell is one of those things getting to me again; I'd rather not acquire anymore injuries. I shake my head and backed away from the approaching bot with my hand pointing a finger at him. I ignored the pain in my ribs from my muscles pulling. Aggressive fear was painted over my face as I tried to act like the big, bad wolf. "No! You stay away from me. I don't want another one of those things near me." You could tell fear was in my voice.

Will quickly caught up to my retreating form and grabbed the hand pointing at the bot named Ratchet. "Aubrey, they aren't going to hurt you. They are the good guys. Barricade is part of the Decepticons, those are the bad guys," he explained as if that was going to settle the dust and calm my new found fear of them.

"I don't care about them being good or bad, I'm fine in the first place. No need for any doctors or anything on the lines of that," I placed my welling being at the bottom of the importance list. "Where are Dom and Zeke? Are they okay? Are they hurt? I'm going to kic-," this time Ratchet interrupted me.

"Don't worry, they are safe and with some of the other soldiers. They aren't injured but only a bit shaken up. You, on the other servo, are in worse condition. I don't care if you don't like us but your injuries are best to be taken care of now then later," Ratchet pointed out before advancing to me and scooping me off the ground.

This didn't help me on their image about them and caused me to freak out even more. "Will you stop it!? Your injuries need to be cared for and there aren't any other doctors around for miles. Whether you like it or not, you're going to be worked on by me." As if he scares me.

"Just fucking set me down or the gods help me, I will fucking tear you bolt from bolt," I threatened with my voice low and dangerous. I was stressed out to the max and needed to be away from what was stressing me out or it won't end pretty for anyone in the general area.

"Ratchet, please set her down. We'll work this out later," Will plead for the sake of the bots and me.

Gladly Ratchet gently sets me back down on the ground with a few words of complaint. But the moment my feet hit the ground, I rushed away from him and others to be about a good twenty feet from all of them.