NuTzy!

I'll finish this properly eventually drawing properly eventually but in the meantime enjoy some writing I am rusty as hell be nice to me//

Another scouting mission on the agenda, and she knew it would end up in her having to fix someone. It's always the way with these bots, 'sacrificing themselves and their bodies for the greater good' or something along those lines.

But she didn't think this time it would be him. Scuff marks and chipped plating was never a surprise for Optimus but something that required extensive attention was... Frustrating.

As they rolled into their respective places in the base, Optimus was last, always. She could already tell there was something wrong, looking over her shoulder from her desk, down the railing to the bots still in their alt forms. Before one by one they transformed. She'd never get over the mechanical sound of these giants as they shifted. The whirring of alive mechanics, the hisses of compressors. They looked forlorn.. no cheery chirps from Bee or any songs from his radio. It was silence from the others as well. Prime, had still yet to transform from out of his alt mode. Sitting in his truck form quietly, almost broodingly.

She sighed, placing her pencil down from her schematic sketches and research notes on autobot anatomy and got up. Stepping down the metal railing with heavy boots, the metallic sound echoing against the empty base and the mechanical bodies loitering around the space. Each bot was doing their own weapons checks, overlooking themselves for any damage or things that needed fixing Ratchet muttering to himself at the state of them. Jack keeping a mental note to herself as she walked past. They'd be a later fix, her main priority is the big guy. That's who she was tasked to keep in working order for the sections of him that Ratchet couldn't reach and he didn't seem to be working all that well. A deep sigh as she crossed the floor, a few leering blue eyes as she walked and a wave to the others.

She'd tilt her head as she approached, noticing scratches, claw marks and an array of soot and ash. A click of her tongue as she knocked the side of the trucks front lightly.

"Cmon Optimus you know the drill, I can't see what's up if you're like this. I can only half inspect you" as she walked around the rear of him. Dirt.. more ash. Lots of ash.

Silence from the prime. She looked over her shoulder to the others. Wheeljack & Ratchet exchange looks, before a shake of his head from the medic towards the human, returning a shrug to him.

The other bots slowly would make their way to their own habsuites, Prime still sat. Unchanged, not a sound.

"Optimus... Would you rather do the observations in your suite? I need to get it done, I don't have an option to leave you as is. Clearly somethings wrong" her arms crossing as she huffed. A few seconds passed before his engine hissed and his mechanics whirred. It seemed like the answer was yes.

Stepping back, as the titan transformed. She always forgets how tall he actually is. Towering over the other bots, he held status. But never acted higher than his team. A click as his gears set in place, his foot steps heavy as he peered down at the human. The hiss of his mechanics that sounded more like a sigh, before he reached down to offer his hand to the welder.

"It will be faster" she assumed he meant rather than she walked behind him. Uncrossing her arms she'd sit on his hand, his movements slow and cautious. He moved like she was made of glass and she could tell.

As they made their way to his room, her eyes scanned him. Mentally preparing for what she may find. More damaged plating, mainly scratches and ash marks. Those would be easy fixes, and more for Ratchet to mend.

"What.. happened out there Optimus?"

A heavy step against the concrete flooring, echoing through the empty halls. "Megatron"

Blue eyes flickered down to her for a second. She'd never met or seen this fabled bot, and she didn't know if she ever wanted to. For someone like Optimus Prime to be shaken... Jack felt a weight in her stomach.

As the doors of his room hissed open, he'd move to place her down. Hoping off the titans hand she'd look around the space. She never had much reason to be inside the Primes room. It was sparse, bare. Save for a large screen and interface similar to the one in the main hall. She looked around for somewhere to stand with height to look over the Prime but there was nothing that would suit. Clicking her tongue in thought as she heard him settle behind her. Turning to see Optimus had sat on the floor, the easiest way for Jack to properly inspect him seeming to be... Clamouring on top of him.

"I did not wish for the team to witness the injury I received" she squints, making her way closer to the Prime. Offering his hand again she jumped up, as he laid back, the doors of his torso stuttering slightly as they opened. Hovering his hand just above his abdomen, she'd gently hop off. Stepping carefully towards his bare chest, mechanics whirred below the usually covered sections. A soft blue glow from what would be his sternum on a human. You were lost in the wires, the interconnected metal plates that seemed seamlessly sewn together by some invisible force. The way these beings were created amazed you but you'd never tell him. Grabbing her note pad from her thigh pocked from her jumpsuit then the pencil behind her ear she'd write down her observations.

"I don't understand why you didn't want the team to see..." Her voice trails off, the same claw markings from his outer plating again. The insides of the doors that protected his chest scratched from the inside, long jagged scratches as if trying to forcefully remove something. All leading to the matrix in his chest.

A deep sigh as she sat down somewhere comfortable enough on the primes sternum. She could feel his ice blue eyes peering at her, studying her expression.

"He attempted to take it by force"

"clearly" she sighs, placing he hand against an edge and leaning further down into the cavity, taking mental notes of things that need attention. A hand running down one of the scratch marks unconsciously, the Prime shifted under her slightly. A soft hiss of mechanics somewhere in his body, her hand pulling back as she looked up. His face contorted into a slight grimace.

"sorry I wasn't aware it was that sensitive" a coy look on her face. His own expression softened

"nor was I" his words were short today. Understandable from what he described happened. Jack continued her observations, making sure not to touch further. Eventually sitting upright and writing more notes in her book. She forgot sometimes that these beings were living sentient beings, with their own thoughts and emotions. She kinda missed when her work didn't respond or ask questions tho...

"Is something wrong Jack?" Her thoughts were broken by the deep voice unaware that her face had gone stark and stern.

"No no nothing wrong Optimus sorry, I just; I guess I feel a little bad I hurt you before I didn't mean-"

"you didn't not harm me Jack. It was not a bad sensation if that is what you are concerned about" his blue eyes peering at you. You felt a warmth on your cheeks, embarrassment nipping at your core.

"Oh!" a blink at the Prime before you, him blinking back.

"well um, most of the damage seems to be superficial.. no cut wirings or leaking energon. Ratchet I'm sure would be able to fix this-"

"I would prefer if you are able to fix them, if possible... Jack" his words blunt, they never seemed to have any hidden meaning, but there was a softness to the way he said her name.

"Alright then, just for you Prime" as she sat backwards, allowing for him to close the cavity again. A sigh as she looked at his chest, hand reaching to run her fingers along a sharp jagged mark, almost losing herself to her thoughts again she looked up. Met with the flickering blue eyes of the autobot below her, realising how she sat perched on top of him.

Him laying underneath her cautiously.

She felt a tightness in her chest she couldn't pinpoint. The primes optics analysing her, picking up the quickened heart rate. The silence of the room was thick as he seemed to shuffle. Not out of discomfort but seemingly in an attempt to get closer to the human despite their already close positioning. Jack's heart quickened

"what sensation... Did I cause?" The words seemed to fall out of her mouth, she couldn't believe they came out of her. That wasn't meant to be an outside thought.

The prime seemed to shuffle, engine whirring.

"One that could be compared to a form of physical attraction.. in humans I believe" his expression didn't shift, he was difficult to read. Jack exhaled, the warmth in her face evidence. She really did sometimes miss when her work wasn't sentient...

"I don't think I can fix that one" she nervously chucked looking sideways.

"I would rather you not fix it... I enjoyed it" looking back to him with a snap. His eyes still studying her.

Too many things to plan, too many bits to fix. Late nights for the woman who hates being in her house. Not that anyone in the base would complain.

Jack had clocked in for another late night, overdue schematics and plans for future upgrades to vehicles in the multitudes required additional hours that the day wouldn't offer her the peace to do. With the base empty save for the occasion bot lingering not so quietly around. She finds herself getting lost in her musing, sketching the autobot who was her main duty to look after. Not that this one in particular made it any easier for her to actually look after with his reckless behavior. At least her schedule was always full.

Numb to the shuffling and mechanical sounds that bounced around the base, she didn't flinch to the sound of whoever decided to lurk behind her not really caring for the attention tonight.

*lovingly places her down*

Meet Jack Clayton-King! Or JC for short (if she lets you, she prefers Jack) failed fine arts student who turned to a trade instead & went for welding. Landing herself a gig on an oil rig which lead her to becoming not only highly regarded in her field but jaded.

High skill & praise ending her a deal working in a very VERY private sector.

Outwardly standoff but in quiet moments she allows her guard down but rare. She still draws/ sketches in her down time between repairs & welds while awaiting instructions & approvals.

"It's not only about using & mastering your quirk, you need to have skills that work alongside you. To help you survive"