"Hey! I'm still in the room!" Sideswipe protested, shooting the medic a dirty look.
The door opened again, but this time, two people I didn't recognized stepped through the door. One was a human, I could tell because he had soft brown eyes and short brown hair, tanned skin and wearing an army uniform. The other man, was easily past six feet with paler skin and raven black hair, with a blue and red streak running through it. His eyes were a bright, neon blue, and everything about his posture just seemed to scream regal.
For some reason, I had an automatic respect for him, and I could tell he was respected by the way Ratchet and Sideswipe slightly bowed their heads and stood next to each other with their postures straightened. I nervously stiffened my posture as well. The human man was the first one to speak.
"Miss Garrison, I am Major William S. Lennox," he said with a warm smile that almost immediately made my stiff posture relax, "I'm in charge of the N.E.S.T soldiers and operations, and my colleague here is Optimus Prime," He said motioning to the man right next to him, "He is the-"
"Leader of the Autobots." I said, staring wide-eyed at the man next to him. He sure did look like a leader, what would he think of me?
The man named Lennox paused for a moment, glancing between Optimus and I before continuing, "Well, yeah...he is."
"Hello Miss Garrison," Optimus spoke, and I nearly jumped out of my skin from how baritone his voice was, "I have been recently informed that one of my soldiers had a civilian human involved, and I have come in person to apologize for all the harm that may have been inflicted by both my soldier and the Decepticons. It was never our intention to have any more humans in our war with the Decepticons than necessary, and for that, I truly apologize." He said, the sincere look he was giving me proved he wasn't lying.
"But," I started off before coughing again, "But Sideswipe didn't hurt me, not once."
"I am referring to Sideswipe's more aggressive twin; Sunstreaker." Optimus said, eyeing Sideswipe before his neon blue eyes returned on me.
"Oh." I said, nodding slowly.
"We believe that because of the interaction you've had with Sideswipe, the Decepticons sees you as a target, and that is exactly why they had kidnapped you in the first place. Because of it, we will have to place you in Autobot protection, and for us to keep you protected, you will have to remain here, on the base until it is safe for you to return to your family once again." Optimus continued.
I sighed, but nodded my head.
"But while you are staying here, we'll be sure to make it as comfortable as possible. You'll be given a room where clothing and toiletries will already be provided." Major Lennox added.
"I...I understand." I said softly, glancing down at the white tiled floor, where the harsh glow of the fluorescent lights seemed to glare off of.
"Very well," Optimus said, and I looked back up at him again, "Everything is already arranged for you, and you will be resting in the Med Bay for one more day until Ratchet clears you. And once again, Miss Garrison, I apologize for all that has happened, and everything you had to sacrifice."
"You...you can just call me Charlie." I mumbled.
"Pardon?" Optimus said politely.
"She said to just call her Charlie, sir." Sideswipe answered, and I looked at him again.
He met my eyes and we stared at each other for a half second before everyone's attention went to Ratchet, who cleared his throat. "I can obviously see that Charlie isn't comfortable in my human Med Bay, I'll let her sleep in her room... but," He said, his gaze landing on me, "You must report to the Med Bay in three hours so I can make sure you are fully healthy again." I nodded silently, and Major Lennox stepped forward.
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Complex Robotics
FanfictionCharlie loves being a mechanic. It was literally in her blood. Taught by her father, she was prepared to take the most beat-up, rusty, twisted up car and turn it into perfection. What she wasn't ready for; to meet an alien robot disguised as a car w...
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