Complex Robotics

Chapter Fourteen: Training

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(Charlie's POV)

When my eyes fluttered open again, I found myself not quite in my own room, but Jenna's room instead. What happened? How did I- Oh, yeah...Sunstreaker happened. Reluctantly, I pulled myself from out of the covers, stretching my arms and yawning just as Jenna's bathroom door swung open, revealing a pretty ginger with her hair tied up in a messy bun at the top of her head, emerging into the room with only a plain white bra and shorts.

"Well, welcome back to the living." Jenna teased and I rolled my eyes, snorting as she wondered over to her dresser.

"How long was I out?" I asked groggily, pulling my own matted hair into a low ponytail.

Jenna shrugged, "Not long, a couple of hours at the most. You came in here freaking out, and mumbling about 'yellow killing you', and I assumed you were a little too sleep deprived and let you crash on my bed. Hoped it helped."

"It did, actually." I said, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

"Good. Now that you're speaking coherent english, mind telling me why you were freaking out?" Jenna asked, pulling on her mechanic's jump suit, which was a little loose on her, so she always had to roll the pant legs up.

 I didn't want to tell her, I couldn't. She might tell Lennox, and no doubt Lennox would inform Optimus and, lord forbid, Ratchet finding out how Sunstreaker treats me. If anything, it'll only make the situation worse; it'll give him yet another reason to kill me.

So instead, I just shrugged, hoping to sound as nonchalant as possible, "I don't know, probably was just me being sleep deprived."

"Are you sure?" Jenna asked, her teasing expression slipping from her face and she turned serious, closing the drawer full of her jumpsuits then walked over to me, crossing her arms as she evaluated me carefully, "Is someone bothering you, Charlie? 'Cuz I can just kick their ass for you, if you want."

I actually laughed at that, albeit still very nervous and uncomfortable, "No, not really. And well, even if there was, it's not really much you could do to help."

Jenna huffed, puffing her chest out like a defiant toddler, "Oh yeah? Who says I can't? What's the asshole's name, tell me, and I'll swear it'll be the last time he ever does anything to you."

I laughed quietly as Jenna got into a lazy fighting stance, punching the air between us as she made wooshing noises. If only she knew how big this 'asshole' really was. But I just sighed aloud, shaking my head as Jenna finally quit her obnoxious 'fighting style.'

"Sometimes, its hard to believe you're older than me." I said, crossing my arms, and Jenna just rolled her eyes and shrugged, before re-arranging her messy bun into a high ponytail. 

After she was done fixing her hair, she zipped her jumpsuit up all the way. "Well, I got to go to work, see ya around dinner."

I nodded.

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After sitting in Jenna's room for an hour and a half, bored out of my mind, I went down to one of the main hangars, leaning my elbows on the high metal railing on the platform and looking down below at the soldiers training. The group was divided in two, one part was sparing with each other, and the other part was sparring with a heavy, black robot whose enormous cannons were glowing a bright, pale blue while whirling on the inside. At first, I thought they were crazy, and I was sure that they were going to die. But as the session continued, the scary robot apparently named Ironhide didn't once actually fired his cannons. Only really using them as motivation to keep moving and to not screw up. I didn't even register someone behind me until they spoke.