#ratchetxreader

(Anon sorry I'm sure you just wanted a simple little aside but you're getting a full blown greentext headcanon sloppy style fanfic)

Slaps ask This bad boy can fit SO MUCH angst in it good fucking god. This has been literally eating at my brain every waking second since I received it. There’s just so, so many ways this could go down. And since there IS so many ways this could go down, please by no means treat this shit my brain coughed out as the only way. It’s just a way. But it got my in a vice grip and won’t let go.

Also if anyone’s got their own ideas about how this could’ve gone down please, please share

“ 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.

Optimus Prime

He’s actually kind of excited once he thinks you may like him back.

He’s also scared as hell too! He’s never been with a human before what if he messes up?! What if you like him but don’t actually want to be with him?!

He wants to ask you about it but he also doesn’t want to embarrass you so he’ll wait a bit longer.

He overhears you talking to yourself. He doesn’t mean to eavesdrop but when he hears his name he lingers a bit longer, when you mention having a crush on him his spark flutters and his cheeks glow.

He decides to wait until later that night to tell you he overheard you and confesses that he feels the same way.

Ratchet

He first starts suspecting you have a crush on him when you hang around him more and laugh at a few things he says.

He pushes those thoughts down though, with “Ah of course not” and “I’m too old” and “I’m not attractive enough for younger folks to chase after me”.

When he overhears you trying to practice a confession a faint smile crosses his face as his spark chamber warms up.

He won’t tell you he heard you and he’ll let you decide whether or not you actually want to make an actual confession to him.

If you tell him he’ll try to act like it isn’t a big deal but you can see his cheeks glowing as he tells you that it is kind of nice that someone would actually take interest in an old bot like him and that he’s maybe taken an interest in you too.

Prowl

Prowl actually suspects pretty quickly that you may have feelings for him.

He will not bring it up of course, he knows that if you do like him you will tell him on your own time.

He overhears you talking to yourself and stealthy listens outside the door when he hears his own name mentioned, and smiles when hears your confession.

He will patiently wait for you to come to him with your real confession.

"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.."

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.

~~~~

"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.