#humanratchet

"Tell me where Optimus is hiding."

Ratchet knew this was it. Being hunted by the humans was not how he saw his end. They'd work together side by side for years, yet this was what they got out of it. Death, by another cybertronian. A bounty hunter no less.

"Never." He replied. He already accepted his faith. He would not betray his own.

As Lockdown reached for his spark, he felt a brief tingling in his chest.

He'd watch so many of his comrades die in battle, somehow this felt gracious.

"Let him go." The female voice echoed, and Lockdown turned, metallic gaze fixing on the woman that stood at the top of the building. The men below raised their guns in confusion.

"Who's that woman?" Whoever it was wore a hood, they couldn't truly make out a face.

Lockdown wasn't offered a chance to reply, because the rapid explosions that went off beside them made the men retreat, yelling out orders. They couldn't pinpoint where the shots were coming from, and the first thing assumed was to take a shot in your direction, but when Lockdown's gaze raised from the smoke, Ratchet's body was gone, and so was the woman.

~~~~~~~

The woman stood over the body of the injured male that laid on the bed.

"Please wake up." 

It was a plea for a life. The man stirred, the blood that dirtied his shirt visible. All of his limbs were bandaged, looking at him it was a miracle he was still moving. Green eyes opened slowly, and the woman standing above exhaled.

"You're alive." She blurted. The man blinked, once, twice, three times. He groaned, and when he finally took notice of the person before him, he backed into the cushion, raising his arms.

"Stay back human!" It was an order. You lift both your hands. 

"Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you. "

The biggest problem for the man seemed to be your presence, that's until he truly looked at his arms.

He stared for a solid minute, flipping his wrist back and forth.

"Impossible.."

"I know this is going to take a while to adjust to but I really need you to be calm right now. "

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!"

You wince at his yell.

"Ease up, just let me explain everything."

With the way he was now glaring in your direction, you take a step back, just in case he got any ideas.

"You should be more grateful, I just saved your life Ratchet."

"You turned me human!"

"It was the only way to save you geez!" You were huffing, and when you finally were able to relax, you sigh. 

“Listen, this form isn't permanent. I couldn't transport you the way that you were.

He must have been dead. This woman had not only somehow transported him away from danger, but she changed him. She altered his body. He could see no technology in sight that could offer an explanation for what was going on. Could he have been taken, maybe he was under some type of hallucinogen. Megatron was captured once by humans and kept for years. Who's to say they hadn't improved their systems. The fact that you knew him was enough proof.

"I'm not working with those soldiers back there if that's what you're thinking. Optimus Prime sent me."

That got him. He froze.

"That's not possible. Optimus would have mentioned you. My orders were to cut all ties with the humans."

"There are things he kept to himself, Ratchet. He was trying to protect you, all of you. It was a contingency plan. Optimus, he saved my life a few years ago. Not just me, but my family. I wanted to find a way to repay him, and this is what he asked, so I did it."

"I refused to believe that Optimus trusted a human, especially in these times. " He grunted as he forced himself to his feet, leaning on the wall as he held his bruised stomach. "

"Your kind betrayed us. I warned Prime that they were primitive irrational beings, but he didn't listen. Now the very planet we swore to protect has turned its back on us."

"Despite what you've been through, we're not all heartless. If I wanted to hurt you don't you think I would have just left you back there. Why would I go through so much effort to save you?"

"I've given up trying to figure out what drives the human mind." He was clearly in pain, but he refused to stay on the bed. "

"Listen, you're safe here. They can't find you. Right now you're just like any other human, and that bastard lockdown is gonna get a nasty surprise when Optimus finds him. He told me to lay low. He's gonna to stop this, make it so you guys won't have to run and hide. "

"You're naive if you believe that, human."

"Stop calling me human! I have a name."

"I address my comrades by their names. You are neither a friend nor a comrade. Release me at once."

"If I take off those cuffs they'll find you, would you quit being stubborn and just sit the hell down and HEAL!!" your yell startles him, not the volume, but the force that makes his body drop back on the bed. He stares up, now more shocked than when he woke up and realized his body was of flesh and not metal. 

The thin cuffs on his wrists glow a bright blue, one that is reflected in your eyes. With clenched fists, he can see your agitation from here. He's still trying to put together what just happened. You somehow subdued him. What's worse is that the energy that rushed through his body felt cybertronian. But that made no sense.

"She's a human."

How could you possess a power that was distinct to only his kind.

"You aren't a regular human." His observation makes you blink. When your eyes reopen, the light is gone. You're a little calmer now.

"Damn it."

That was not intentional.

"I'm sorry." You're trying to prove that you aren't a threat, not give him more reasons not to trust you.

"Please just..just stay here and heal." Ratchet is now more confused. Why are you pleading for his well being? "I promised him I'd save you. Will you just let me try."

Ratchet isn't sure what to say now. As it stands, he can't leave. His body barely survived staying upright. Now with the discovery of your mysterious abilities, he has very little say in the matter.

"Do what you want, human."

“ Are you sure it won’t be a bother?”

You shake your head, chuckling.

You’d been considering expanding your garage to adjust to Ratchet. You figured he’d prefer being an autobot more than human, and you wanted him to have that choice to be himself whenever he wanted. It wouldn’t be hard to.

“It’s really no problem. This way I get more space and you can be comfortable. It’s a win win.” Ratchet looks more than a little grateful.

“You’re one of a kind (Y/N).”

“Stop with the flattery, it’s no big deal. That’s what friends do. “ Ratchet’s face twisted at that word.

Friends.

“I don’t understand, why do you still say that?”

“Say..say what?” you don’t get why he suddenly appears annoyed.

“Friends. Is that truly how you see me?”

He thought he’d been doing this right. Jonathan had been giving him tips to let you know how he felt. Holding hands, that’s something a couple usually did. He may not have been caught up with current courting customs, but he did enough research. Friends certainly didn’t look at each other the way he looked at you.

“I believed I was being forward with what I wanted, but it appears I was mistaken."

“Ratchet I don’t understand what you’re-”

“What if you were the one I want to pursue?”

The statement causes you to freeze. At the back of your mind, this is what you’d hoped for. But lately you’ve been questioning so much. Ratchet’s feelings being one.

Was he truly attracted to you, or was this a mere need to latch onto the only thing that brought him security. You wanted something real. And up until now, you never truly question just how much you may have been holding him back because you wanted to keep him close.

He reaches for you, but you pull back.

“You don’t mean that.” It’s not said harshly, more like in disappointment.

“It’s normal, Ratchet. You’ve been cooped up with just me. “ He’s a lot more relaxed around people than before, but you're the only one who truly knows who he is.

“You feel safe around me because you trust me. Trust and love aren’t the same Ratchet. I don’t think you really have feelings for me. So let’s just pretend this didn’t happen and move on. “

“Are you saying I’m so broken that I can’t process what I feel?” you meant to smile it all off, but his statement throws you off.

“N-No that’s not what I”m saying I just think that you-”

“That I’m latching onto the only connection I have with a human. An individual who has gone above and beyond to protect a stranger, an alien. Asking for nothing in return. A woman who’s as beautiful as she is inside as she’s outside.”

That catches you by surprise.

“I may not have been human for very long, but I am a being, capable of my own free will. I understand what it means to care for another. My comrades, they are my family. I care for them, the same way I’ve come to care for you.”

Your heart thumps at the confession. He’s been moving in since he started his speech. You're still standing with your back to the counter, and now that he’s directly in front of you, you have to tilt your head slightly to look at him.

“Am I not enough?”

“O-Of course you are! Why would you even..” your words fall off when his hand rests on your cheek.

“I never planned for any of this, but I don’t regret any of it. Nor do I think my feelings for you are false.”

And here you were trying to protect yourself. You were just afraid that he was confused about it all. You felt like you’d be taking advantage of him. But it was clear that this was his choice. He wanted this.

“I care about you too, Ratchet. “ You never thought you’d be admitting that to him.

He smiles, the first of many you hope. When his gaze fixates on your lips, that smile slowly falls and he swallows.

“Oh boy..”

He definitely wanted to kiss you.

“D-Do you..”

“Yes.”

His response is immediate.

His hand moves down your cheek, thumb sliding to your bottom lip. Your lips part in anticipation. You wish he’d hurry up and just kiss you. It’s his first, so you know he’s curious about it all. He’s apparently assessing every single detail. Your half lidded eyes, staggered breath, rapid heart rate. He inhales, groaning.

He could smell the effect it was having on you. With one quick move his lips cover over your own and you close your eyes, holding unto him. He knows he should show some restraint. Spending so much time around humans taught him a lot, about females in particular.

He should savor this. But he can’t stop himself. His hands wrap around your body, pulling you in. Every kiss is like a shot that travels right to his spark. He understood the appeal to this now. You taste sweet, feel soft, warm.

It’s something he didn’t realize he craved until now.

Your lips are parting and joining in hurried passion. This feels so good. You finally will yourself to pull back when you need to take a breath. Ratchet apparently doesn’t care too much for oxygen. It’s clear that he’s just as winded as you are, but he’s still littering kisses along your cheek, then your neck. You moan.

“Why do you smell so good..” He mutters into your skin. You’re positive he isn’t talking about your perfume.

“Ratchet..”

It’s a whimper. If this keeps up you know you won’t be able to stop.

“Tell me what you want me to do..I’ll do anything you want..” He whispers against your ear.

If you weren’t completely aroused before, you sure as hell were now.

“Don’t stop.” you demand. He grins.

“Gladly.”

He picks you up easily, and you don’t need to be a genius to know where he’s going. The slamming of his door echoes throughout the house.

"How did you find him?"

Ratchet could barely locate much. He supposed whatever autobots that remained had done a very good job of hiding.

"Bumblebee helped me." you state. Now that the threat is gone, things seem to be working in your favor. After the scandal, James's career was pretty much over. The government didn't continue their search to hunt autobots. At least for now.

"I figured the CIA would want to keep close tabs on Lockdown's ship and plans just in case he double crossed them. So I went to their base and stole their files."

"You took them on alone?" Ratchet questioned astonished.

"Of course I did. You were in danger. " There wasn't a hint of hesitance in your voice.

Your need to look after him always seems to catch him a little off guard.

"They had files on all of you, so I just retraced his steps. I figured Bumblebee would be trying to do the same. Finding him led me to Optimus, then we came to help you. I corrupt all of the organization's files, they have nothing on you. Past or present. You're free Ratchet. You all are. " He could barely grasp it. Freedom. It didn't seem real. Optimus smiled down at you.

"I believe we owe you our lives. Thank you, old friend."

"Of course, you don't have to thank me. "

The journey however, wasn't fully over. Optimus was quite adamant on searching for the ones behind the threats they would be facing now. Optimus had killed Lockdown, and although you tried to convince him that he didn't have to leave, you knew better. He was a bot on a mission. Ratchet shifted on his spot. "Let me join you Optimus, we can work together."

Ratchet's words were hard to hear. You really thought he would stay here, with you. You wanted him to. Your head lowered.

"Please don't go.."

Your words draw Ratchet's attention. You look up, and he can see the tears begin to form.

"I should have said that, the first time you left. I didn't want to be selfish, because I knew you had to do it. But now, now you can have a life here. You don't have to keep fighting. You can be happy."

Optimus knew the reason behind the conflict you were now facing. Ratchet could feel the guilt hit him like a train. Ratchet's optics lowered to the floor. Being a soldier was all he'd ever known. Could he be normal? There was very little doubt in his mind against staying with you, but what about Optimus, it felt like a betrayal to pursue his own happiness.

"I'm afraid this is something I must face on my own. The war, I believe it's over for you. Thank you for your service. We will meet again. I will stop these threats, permanently. "

Optimus gave you a nod, in which you offered a salute. Just like that he was turning. Off to save the world again. You'd never understand his drive. You lived on this planet and sometimes you questioned whether it deserved to be saved. Optimus had been chased, hunted and trapped by people who were once allies, yet he was still fighting.

"I hope we meet again, Orion." you speak.

"So do I."

He's gone, just like that. And you know for Ratchet, staying here, not just as an autobot, but also a human is going to be a challenge. But he wasn't going to be alone. You hope you can offer some kind of comfort.

"I'm looking for a head nurse, about this tall, bossy as hell."

You grin at your friend's remark. "John, didn't I tell you not to swing by unless you have-oh!" smiling, you take the coffee from his hand. Jonathan was a doctor working in the cardiology department.

You'd been friends shortly after joining. He was one of the few men here that didn't look down at you. Taking a seat, he sips from his coffee.

"So where's your hot assistant, haven't seen him around. Did he get tired of your wonderful personality?

"Full of jokes today, aren't you. "

"Always."

You smile, but today, it feels a bit forced. Ratchet has been gone for two weeks. You went out some nights, even tried picking up what you can, but it was so quiet. You couldn't even track Lockdown's spark anymore. It was unnerving.

"He put in leave. He had a family emergency he needed to attend to." You say that with a heavy heart, technically, it isn't a lie. He was out there somewhere looking for his family.

"You cared about him."

Jonathan's assessment makes your hands tighten on your cup.

"I never officially met the guy, but I can see it on your face. You're worried about him. "

Jonathan is as perceptive as ever.

"Did you tell him how you felt?"

"It's not that easy, things between us were a little complicated."

"Ah, that word. The one adults use whenever they're scared of something."

"I'm not scared!" you're a bit defensive, and you don't mean to snap at him. But it hurts. Ratchet is gone, for all you know he could be dead. With all you were capable of, you still feel incredibly useless.

"Then find him, and tell him how much you care. It's better than sitting here feeling sorry for yourself. Wallowing (Y/N) really isn't a good look on you."

Jonathan offers a little smile, and you giggle.

"You're such an ass sometimes, I can't imagine how Elizabeth puts up with you. "

"Well she had my kid so I think she's already in too deep." You shake your head with a laugh. He's content looking at the smile on your face. Flipping his wrist, he looks down at his watch.

"I'll catch you later, let me know when the wedding happens." he snickers, shutting the door and you groan, pressing your head to the desk.

"I miss you.."

It was no one's fault but your own.

You should have never fallen in love with him.

~~~

"That rodent is quite irritating, would you like me to dispose of him?" Your eyes drift to the window, and you laugh. Ratchet is referring to your neighbor's dog who's currently barking at who knows what.

"I don't think that would go over very well, here, let's watch a movie." you guide him to the living room, and Ratchet follows. He takes a seat next to you, and you pick up the remote.

"So what are you in the mood for?"

"Crime."

"Oh, you like crime series?"

"Yes, those procedural shows give a good insight on the human mind. The more I learn the better." you sigh. So this was more from a strategic point than a personal interest.

"We're watching a comedy."

"What, then why ask!" He looks a bit offended and you can't stop the laughter.

"Because I thought you actually liked crime, not trying to do homework. Comedy here we come!"

Ratchet swipes the remote from your hands.

"HEY!"

"Now I have the controlling device." He clicks a button, but nothing happens and his brows scrunch up. He starts pressing random ones, all except that one that actually turns on the tv. You just sit back with a grin, enjoying his struggles. "Why is human technology so unnecessarily complicated!"

"Heh, that's what you get." He turns his gaze on you, and you swallow at the mischievous look he wears. "W-Why are you giving me that look?"

He gets closer and you jump off the couch with a laugh.

"I don't know what you're planning but stay back!!!" Ratchet chases after you with a laugh of his own.

The memories that flash through your mind just add to that emptiness you feel in the pit of your stomach.

"Please don't go.."

"What are you doing?"

Ratchet blinks. He's confused about why you're lounging on the couch.

"I believe we have work today."

"Dude we've been working shifts back and forth, you know we get days off. We aren't machines. Humans need rest." Ratchet was fully dressed for work. He shuffled awkwardly at the door.

"My apologies. "You smile.

"How about a trip today Ratchet?" You have that look on your face, and he isn't given time to truly think about it because you're already up and heading for the door.

"Where are we going?" He questions as he follows you. "

"You'll see."

The trip is maybe half an hour away. When you exit the car, Ratchet merely looks around. It's a mass of just trees and nature. You park the car, and begin your journey up the trail. Ratchet can't help but glance around.

"I am confused, why are we out in the forest?"

"Well, no one ever really comes up here. Just you and me."

"I see that." you giggle. "Ratchet, I told you we'd try again, what do you think I brought you here."

Oh.

"OH!"

He finally realized. You just laugh shaking your head.

You approach with your hands out. Before you fully touch him, you watch his eyes. "If you're in pain, tell me, I'll stop immediately."

"Understood."

You both inhale, letting it out slowly, and the minute your hand makes contact with his skin, you can feel the change. The metal of his arm is slowly forming, and you're a little anxious, so you close your eyes. You can hear the gears shifting in place, feel the cold exterior under your fingertips. It's maybe about a minute, you finally peek open your eyes, pulling your hands away. Ratchet stands to his full height, and you stare up in awe at the autobot.

"Ratchet."

He looks down, flexing his metallic limbs, drawing his weapons. You know he is doing an internal check of everything. As far as you can see, his legs have fully healed. You step closer, placing your hand against the base of his leg, marvelling at the bright yellow color.

"You're okay.." you sound relieved, and he smiles. "It is all thanks to you. I would have died that night had it not been for your bravery. I'll forever be in your debt (Y/N)."

"It was nothing, really."

Now that you know he's back to his old self, another question hangs in the air.

"I guess you're going to search for Optimus now huh."

"I must, "

That's what you were afraid of. Truth of the matter is you've gotten way too close. You were supposed to heal and help him, that was it, nothing more. You knew from the very beginning that eventually he would leave, but you hoped that it wouldn't be quite so soon.

"I will not die, I promise you. "

"I believe in you Ratchet."

That's all he needs to hear.

He takes a step back, immediately switching into a vehicle. You laugh when he revs the engine.

"See you soon."

The minute you left the room, Ratchet surveyed the area. He needed to find something to fight with. He wouldn't stand a chance in this body, especially since you weren't normal. The room looked standard to what he'd seen. This place didn't have a private base, or even a lab. Without his operating system he couldn't do a full sweep. From what he could tell, this must have been a guest room. There was a window to his left. Not barred, or secured to keep him inside.

"What is her play?"

He couldn't read the atmosphere at all. This was a pretty average house. No weapons or gadgets, and you weren't even trying to hide him. The bands on his hands didn't even look that high tech. It looked more decorative, similar to what he'd seen Sam wore. So how was it controlling his spark? Better yet, how was he supposed to change back?

There's a knock on the door.

"Are you calmer now?"

He didn't answer, and you entered. He shifted again, watching you like a hawk. The closer you got, the further he backed up on the bed.

"Relax." you state. You were holding a bag in your hand.

"I need to change your bandages, you've already bled through them. " His eyes drift to his arms. You were right. He could see the red filtering through. That was something he never got used to. Bleeding like a human.

You pulled up a chair, placing the bag on the desk next to the bed. You didn't attend to him immediately. You waited for some sign from him that it was okay to begin. He didn't speak, just narrowed his eyes.

"I'll take that as a go." So you reached out, the second you touched his arm, he grabbed your wrist, pulling out the scissors from the bag in front of you. He held it threateningly.

"Tell me what you did! Change me back!" You tried to pull back, but his grip was firm, even with his obvious injuries.

"R-Ratchet let go I told you that I-" you scream at the current that rushes from his bands. Ratchet lets out a similar yell, and he drops the scissors, clutching his head at the flash of images.

"She's dead, get rid of her."

"Please...it hurts, I just want it to stop."

"Are you alright little one."

"Thank you, I'll never forget this Optimus."

Both your bodies hit the ground, Ratchet desperately trying to process what he'd just seen.

"The allspark...that woman.."

There's no doubt about it, the woman in that memory was you. And Optimus. You hadn't just been trying to trick him into revealing Optimus' location. You'd actually met him.

Your eyes are tightly shut, and Ratchet raises slowly. He can see the pain clearly on your face. Not just from the fall, but the memory. He inches closer to you, reaching out. When his hands touch your arm you jump, eyes somewhat wild. Your breathing is labored, and it takes a while for you to relax. You looked about ready to scramble away.

"I-It's just you.." you mumble under your breath. Pressing your head to the floor, you fight back a sob. Ratchet feels somewhat disgusted with himself. You were actually trying to help him. The few seconds of your life he'd seen, he could feel the fear. It was paralyzing. What was a mere flash for him was possibly an eternity for you.

"I'm okay, I'm okay."

You chant that in your head. You can't let him see you this weak. Once you've managed to calm down, you rise to your feet slowly, picking up the fallen items. The minute you're upright, you smile at him, one you hope is welcoming, non threatening.

"I think we should start over, My name is (Y/N), it's nice to meet you Ratchet."

He's stunned at your quick change in demeanor. You were acting like he didn't just try to impale you with a pair of scissors. And from the looks of it, you're still offering him help.

"A strange one indeed."

One thing Ratchet enjoyed about some of the rooms is his ability to be alone. The only person he didn't mind being in the presence of was you. He had very little problem now conversing with the humans, but he didn't mind being in his own company whenever he could.

With a book, and some peace and quiet, he intended to enjoy this short break. The door opens, and his face immediately drops. Out of all the humans, this one was the one he disliked.

"Oh, hey Ray." Jonathan greets. .

"Good Afternoon." He replied, placing his gaze back into the book in his hands.

"What you got there?" He leans over to sneak a peek, and Ratchet snaps the book close, standing. "Please excuse me."

Jonathan grins. "You do know it's (Y/N)'s birthday tomorrow right." That caught Ratchet's attention.

"Birthday.."

Yes, he remembered. He'd done so much research on the human race, he knew his need for knowledge would not go to waste. "Yes! The date of birth, celebrated annually!" Ratchet sounded so proud of himself, and Jonathan couldn't help but laugh. "I know (Y/N) told me you were foreign but you're pretty strange. Anyway, what are you getting her?"

"Is it customary to get gifts?"

"Heck yeah, especially when you have feelings for them." Ratchet stiffened.

"I..I.." He wanted to say he didn't have such feelings, but that would be a blatant lie. It felt wrong almost to tell Jonathan that.

"You don't have to pretend around me. I can see it on your face. It was pretty obvious when we first met. You were watching me like a wolf. I'm assuming that's where all the hostility is coming from too. " Jonathan laughs, and Ratchet feels slightly embarrassed at his lack of control over his own emotions. If this human could read him so easily, then were you able to? A part of him hoped that you knew how he felt.

"Listen, just get her something nice, honestly if it comes from you she'd be happy no matter what it is. "

Jonathan gave an encouraging pat, smirking as he left.

Ratchet stood there a bit stomped. Even if he was right, he didn't want to get just anything. He wanted something you would actually like.

~~~~~~

The knock on your door makes you look up. "Come in." you call. The door opens, and a delivery man is standing by the door. "Nurse (Y/N)." you nod with a smile. In his hand is a bouquet of flowers, and a letter attached. He also has a small gift wrapped box. You take the gifts with a smile. "Thank you." He nods, turning and leaving. This was the third bouquet you'd gotten this morning.

You place the vase down, plucking the little box and letter that's attached. "Bet it's from Elizabeth." This seemed more like her style. Unlike her husband, she actually paid attention to your likes. Jonathan always bought gifts that had you in knots. It was either goofy or ridiculous. You knew it was more for his entertainment. You opened the letter, reading the note.

"Dear (Y/N),

There is still very little I understand about human customs, so I hope the gift is to your liking. This day commemorates your birth, and I believe it goes without saying that I am very thankful that you were brought into this world. Meeting someone as extraordinary as you is a gift the world should be honored to have. I wish you many more prosperous birthdays. You are a treasure.

Enjoy this beautiful day,

Ratchet.

A single tear hit the top of the paper, and you smiled, wiping your eyes as you closed it, pressing the letter to your chest.

"Ratchet." You really hadn't expected that, from Ratchet too booth. You had no idea he even knew what birthdays were, much less yours. Your gaze turned on the small box, tied with a sapphire bow. Picking it up, you couldn't contain your excitement as you lifted the lid. It was a silver locket with a compass engraving. You turned it around, grinning at the autobot insignia. You wasted no time putting it on. It settled on your chest, and you released a sigh of content. Who knew Ratchet could be so slick. You would have never guessed he was up to this.You couldn't wait to see him after you were done with your paperwork.

~~~~

He's a bit eager to see you. He's not sure when you'll receive his gifts, he only hopes it's to your liking. You walk through the door, and Ratchet's eyes catch the necklace. He was a bit surprised at the sense of pride it brought him to see you already wearing his gift.

"You received them. " you nod, the glow of your smile bringing on one of his own.

"I love it, Ratchet. Thank you so much! This was so thoughtful, and your letter was beautiful."

"I'm pleased that you loved it." You took a step, but stopped yourself. You looked like you wanted to reach out for him.

"What's the matter?"

"Is it okay if I..hug you?"

You'd never truly initiated any kind of significant contact with him unless it was to help him change. Then there was that one time he hugged you.

"You can."

For a brief moment, your eyes search his. A part of you longs for more than a hug. Your arms wrap gently around his body, and when he returns it, You're like putty in his hands. His body is so firm. His hold tightens just a little, you swear you hear a sharp inhale. His palms rest on your lower back, and you hold in any sounds.

"This is pleasant." He mumbles. You can't stop the giggle.

That morning coming into work was somewhat stressful. Most of your usual routes were blocked off. The traffic was hell and when you finally managed to get on the main road, you'd almost hit a guy who you spent at least fifteen minutes trying to console just so you wouldn't lose your cool and drop kick him. The second you enter, you smile at the receptionist.

"You wouldn't believe what happened this morning."

You don't get a response, so you look up. She isn't the only one distracted. A few of the patients as well as the staff are staring at the television screen. You turn, heart dropping at the headlines.

"Last of the Aliens Captured."

"We've reprimanded the last of the threats. Rest assured, all autobots and decepticons allike will be eliminated. We will regain control of our planet. "

"And that's James Savoy with the CIA. Head in the lead for the alien threats. Tragedy, what once was an alliance has turned into a gruesome battle. Back to you John."

"That's crazy right." you don't fully hear her voice, because you're already rushing back out the door.

"(Y/N)!!!"

"I'm taking a sick day!"

Your hands slam against the door as you file outside. The second you get there, you move to your car, throwing your purse and cell phone inside, grabbing a hoodie and a pair of combat boots. You'd hoped you would never have to resort to violence, but it seemed that was the only language you spoke.

The worst part was, you could no longer sense Optimus or Ratchet. Wherever they were holding them was locked down tightly, and it had to have been with the help of cybertronian hardware.

"Hypocrites."

Here they were preaching peace, yet they still joined with the thing they claimed was a threat. Sliding off your scrub top, you zipped up your jacket, changing out your shoes. Lacing the boots, your head turned in the parking lot.

You need to find a computer, or some kind of feed connected. It would be easy to locate where the CIA operated, if they refused to give you what you wanted, then you'd have no choice. Taking off in a sprint, you set out for your trip.

"You picked the wrong person to make an enemy. "

He would see just that pretty soon.

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"Sir, we've secured the area. No one in or out. Lockdown has left with the autobots that remained."

"God job, our alliance is done once we've ensured they are all dead."

James stood in the corporate building, watching the computers that held a profile of all the autobots they knew about. The secluded area was the best place to work. Destroying the aliens was all he truly cared about. With any lock, he could get the others out there to kill themselves. Autobots and Decepticons were natural enemies. When the dust cleared, he'd clean up the mess.

"Savoy!!"

His head turned at the alarms that were now blaring. The entire room lit up a bright red, and the soldiers scrambled around to grab their weapons.

"What's going on!!"

"There's an unidentified vehicle approaching, sir there's been a breach on the other side of the building. The wall has been shattered. "

"How!"

He hadn't even heard an explosion. Sure enough, one followed, and the entire room shook. James ducked, rushing to a more stable area. The second he got behind a wall, the door right in front of him was blown right off its hinges.

Yells echoed, and others took cover, pointing their weapons at the opening that was now formed. The small figure that entered through the rubble was not what any of them expected. Your boots crunched against the concrete, and James lifted his eyes in confusion.

"Where are they?"

Now fully inside, the men around looked hesitant. They'd been expecting an army, but it was just a single woman. Who wasn't even carrying any weapons.

"How did you find us?" James asked. He stepped a bit closer, but your expression didn't change.

"You have five seconds to tell me where they are." He smirked.

"You evade a government facility and now you're making demands, do you not realize the situation you're in? We have you surrounded. "

"I'm not too worried about that. Where did you take Ratchet and Optimus?" Now that he was really looking you over, you could tell he was putting it together.

"It's you, you're that woman from the roof." He'd probably spent months trying to find you.

"Are you proud of yourself, you're betraying not just your country, but your government. For what, a bunch of scrap metal."

"I don't give a shit about this government. Your government is the one that took away my childhood. The entire system is filled with narcissists and con men. Preaching views that they don't fully support. Anything to make a quick buck at the expense of others. Ruthless, uncaring, Just like you. "

They braced their weapons, ready to fire when given the order.

"How willing do you think your soldiers will be when they find out the truth?" His eyes narrowed.

"I'm sure they're all here obeying like dogs because they have faith in this cause, but do you Mr. Savoy?"

You took a few steps over to the computer that was connected to the wall. Lifting your hand, a blue light shot out from your palms, and the screen lit up, a recording playing.

"These soldiers are dumber than the citizens that live in this country. All we have to do is gather up that energy from those machines, get our cut and then bury the evidence. "

There was laughter in the background from some other men. But the voice of the man speaking was clear. A few of the soldiers didn't look as sure. A few of them lowered their weapons. You could see the anger that began to rise on a few of their faces.

James looked anything but pleased.

"Sir?"

"It's fake, soldier! Shoot her!" He barked.

"Oh, trust me, those news reporters are evaluating the authenticity of that clip. You really should be careful, it's a brand new world. Technology is changing Lieutenant. "

You smirked, and he drew his gun, firing at you aggressively. You barely flinched, and when he saw neither a dent or shot on your body, he didn't understand it. You shoved your hand into the monitor of the computer, and they all watched as the electricity traveled from the screen, right up your arm. Your eyes closed, and you took a breath, removing your hand from the scrap.

"I found him. " You looked back, spotting the slight fear on James's face.

"What the hell...are you.."

"That's a question you should ask your government."

You turned your back to him, walking where you entered. With the coordinates you held, you could find Optimus, save him. With James's reputation now put on display for the world to see, you knew it was only a matter of time before his very government threw him away, just like they'd done for everything else they didn't want to take responsibility for.  

"I'm coming for you, please, hold on."

You prayed that you made it in time.