#nurse Darby

[skybiie]

The last set of humans! I’ll only have one more post of additions for this challenge, sadly I didn’t do any of the predacons cus they’re just way, wayyy too much 😭

[transformerskinfessions]

I hate to admit it, but I miss my family. I miss Optimus, I miss Arcee and Bumblebee. I miss Cliffjumper, I miss Ultra Magnus, I miss Smokescreen... I even miss Bulkhead and Wheeljack, despite their... enthusiasm. I miss the kids, and Nurse Darby, and Agent Fowler. I miss them all; I want my Team back. I want my family back.

Any Tfp fictionkin out there, you can find me at @feathereddragonkin (feel free to interact, just read my DNI)

@feathereddragonkin !

[kirwell]

OKAY, after rewatching Teen Wolf after like 10 years, and being as obsessed as I am with Transformers Prime, it's come to my attention just how wildly similar these four characters' relationships and situations are,,, and I LOVE it

This has to be one of my fav parent/child dynamics, next to "man worn down by the world accidently adopts a girl and becomes their dad" trope- aka Joel/Ellie - aka Lee/Clementine. Bonus points if the dad dies horribly.

But onto the point-

We have Melissa McCall- a divorced single mom, raising a teenage son in high-school, who is a hardworking, overworked nurse struggling to make ends meet at home.

And we have June Darby- a divorced single mom, raising a teenage son in high-school, who is a hardworking, overworked nurse struggling to make ends meet at home.

Both remain in the dark about what their sons are truly involved in, and worry about their recent behavior.

NOW, the sons.

Scott McCall- an awkward teenage boy with an average life who works a part-time job to help cover the bills at home.

Jack Darby- an awkward teenage boy with an average life who works a part-time job to help cover the bills at home.

(They also both have crushes on a girl at school that they want to impress- but unlike Sierra, Allison is actually a part of the main cast and plotline)

Both of their lives are overturned when accidentally encountering something extraordinary, and it changes them forever.

For Scott, it was being turned into a werewolf, becoming part of this secret world, and finding out who he is and rising to something he never thought possible. He becomes a leader and a True Alpha.

For Jack it was discovering an alien race marooned on Earth fighting an age-old war, becoming part of this secret world and finding out who he is and rising to something he never thought possible.

He becomes a protector and an Honorary Prime.

Both Melissa and June are introduced to the main events of the show by being put in danger and being saved by their sons. Of course they don't react to everything well at first, scared and afraid for their kids' safety, but eventually coming to terms with the importance of the roles their sons now play, supporting them and becoming healers for the teams.

The relationships between the moms and sons only grow stronger, and the love they have for each-other is always present on screen, even in times when they are at odds with each-other in difficult situations.

I just think this is so sweet. I feel like typically with shows about teenagers and crazy drama, they're fighting with their parents and don't get along at all. But Melissa and June are such great mom characters, and Scott and Jack have close bonds with them.

When Team Prime was in hiding, Jack breaks down and calls his mom, despite knowing how dangerous it would be to open that line of communication cus of the Cons hunting them. Miko and Raf didn't even consider calling their families during that time to let them know they were alive after disappearing.

Obviously, Teen Wolf had way more seasons and time to flesh out their relationships, while TFP didn't, which is a big shame. There was still so much untapped potential for TFP- especially for the humans, before it was canned.

Scott got to reunite with his estranged father (who is funnily named Rafael), and there was a lot of strife there, but eventually the trust was rebuilt between them.

I would've loved a family arc with the Darbys! The only time Jack's father is mentioned is in that one ep with June and Fowler dealing with Knock Out- and BOY I would've liked to see more of that explored upon.

Also another funny comparison I'm just now realizing...

Melissa was friends with a law enforcement character- Sheriff Stilinski, who both got involved with the supernatural elements of the show. And June became friends with a law enforcement character- William Fowler, after being exposed to the Cybertronian War. Both of these guys are awesome and loveable too. Fowler is rough around the edges, but he's easily one of the best human ally characters ever in TF.

Idk,,, i just think this comparison is neat and I had to talk about it. Jack is my favorite of the Trio kids, and anytime I can yap about him in any interesting way, I gotta!

[majormeilani]

heyyyyy for the oc ask you reblogged. all good if you don't wanna answer (i know you don't wanna spoil stuff) (and obviously it's ur post so you don't have to LOL)

Norie: betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?

Bailey: break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

Zeta: desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

Ale Oats: hate: What does your OC hate? Why? How do they act towards the object of their hatred?

and... Rin: heartbreak: Have they ever had a relationship that ended badly? Experienced some other kind of heartbreak? What happened?

Also do Natia and Darby get along? They're the same age so they'd share some classes, right (depending on how big the school is)? Idk don't have to answer I just like knowing character's relationships lol

ajshdhkakhkdak woag. many questions! i'll answer as much as i can say atm but sorry if some stuff is vague</3

Norie: norie has been both on the receiving end of betrayal AND been a betrayer. to whom and from whom i will not speak about at this time but yes both have happened to her.

Bailey: bailey has horrible anxiety due to a past experience she has had so she tends to seem on the verge of breaking down. her one means of security is her sister, natalie, and her parents and anything that would come to hurt them would definitely cause her to break. natalie has seen her at a few low points and is aware of how bad things get for her but always tries to distract her from her bad thoughts and brave dangers.

Zeta: zeta's desire is to be loved and protect those he loves, really. he's not super open about his intentions but through his actions, it's clear he wants acceptance and to be cared about and to hold onto that too. he also did want to pursue a career as an artist as well but due to some circumstances in the story, that isn't exactly feasible.

Ale: hatred for ale is something she kind of expresses often. she's kinda bitter and sassy about a lot of things in the world around her that she dislikes before she learns to be less hateful. one thing she really dislikes though is anyone who tries to steal her amulet from her and also losing to someone else. when it comes to games, she's kind of a games master and tends to beat anyone and anything at boardgames BUT chess is the one game she hates more than anything. if she sees a chess board she will feel the urge to flip it

Rin: rin has experienced heartbreak! sometimes it's been in the form of friends leaving, or someone she held dear passing away (happened to some of her patients before and is part of her drive to help people) she tries not to dwell on the sad stuff too much but if she's asked about it, she will probably end up spilling her feelings a bit and tell you stories about them!

and in regards to darby and natia, they do go to the same school and even work at the same cafe part time. they are both 14 and the labor laws of the island they live on allow them to work at that age for a couple hours a week. they tend to be very friendly acquaintances and develop into closer friends in the story too. :) sometimes they spend time at the skate park together too.

[witchofthesouls]

Here me out, what if the Nakadai family was something similar to Tatsu and Miku from The Way of the Househusband?

It goes a long way on explaining why Miko the way she is.

We know Jack's mom June is a strong-willed woman while Raf's mom is a bit of a force of nature, but God only knows what Miko's mother will have been like had she been introduced into the series and what she's capable of.

[nazrigar]

Transformers All-Sparks: The Main Humans of the AU.

The central humans of my AU. Though waaaay ahead in the future chronologically speaking from when the Autobot vs Decepticon civil war actually begins, I still feel appropriate to share... plus a hint of what also crossovers with this AU.

Much like how on Cybertron this AU is a family drama inolving the Paxes and Carcers, the human side is of two families connected by two lovers...

With the added bonus of two agents stuck with each other and keeping an eye on a certain former G.I. Joe.

Jack Darby is a typical high school boy who is unsure of his future and has his soul thoroughly sucked out by the horror of the almighty KO Burger. He loves his mom, and his girlfriend (who most people consider wayyyyy out of his league) Sierra brightens his day. Though he doesn't lookit at first, he's quick thinking and resourceful. A natural survivor.

Sierra O'Hara is the most popular girl in school, has good grades and the local cheer captain. Though at times she can be sean as a 'mean girl', it's a defense mechanism, as she's not the most trusting person. Those who DO earn her trust and friendship find a completely different person. Curious and excitable.

She has a deep interest in chemistry and engineering, and feels at home in a fast car or riding (and working on) motorbikes. For whatever reason, she feels a connection with anything equipped with an engine.

Agent Simmons and Agent Fowler are the local secret agents. One is a member of a mysterious org known as Sector 7, and the other a liason between several government agencies. It is their job to keep an eye on one Shana O'Hara, the local baseball coach. She IS after all, Scarlett, one of the best of the best among the now mostly retired Joes. Unfortunately for them, she prefers to live a peaceful life as a civvie, thank you very much.

June Darby is a close friend of Shana and helped the retired vet get the hang of life in Jasper, Nevada. She's just a concerned mom who's worried about her son's future. She's a nurse, and knows all about how life is a precious thing, and wants her son to have a long and fulfilling one.

[fandom-lover2]

Dirty Mirror

M.E.C.H tries a new method of torture on you. The lasting effects shatter bonds previously made. Can Optimus repair the damages before he loses you forever?

Chapter One - Lost and Found

Word Count - 1210

-image not mine-

Chapter Two - Holding Tight

The warehouse doors were slammed open, almost ripped off the hinges at the leader’s force. He scanned the dimly lit hanger with rage, fists aching to hurt the humans responsibly for this.

The place, however, was empty.

Optimus knew it would be; the team had seen M.E.C.H hightailing it as soon as they made it through the bridge. But those humans weren’t the reason he burst into the M.E.C.H base.

No, the reason lay in the center of the room, on their side and barely breathing.

Optimus hurried to your side, mouth guard dropping and optics switching to concern.

Your forehead was leaking blood, which formed a small puddle of crimson liquid that soaked your hair. Various parts of your exposed legs and arms were a deep purple, and Optimus had learned that purple on human body wasn’t a good sign.

You needed to be taken back to base and examined by June, now. But was it safe to move you? Would picking you up cause more damage? And why was your breathing so shallow? You didn’t even breathe that weakly when you slept so why now?

“Optimus come on!” Smokescreen called from the hanger entrance, having been placed on lookout.

The young bot was right, Optimus didn’t have time to worry if moving your body was the correct thing to do. You needed help, and picking you up was the only way to get it.

Gently rolling your limp body onto his servo, he cradled you close to his chestplates as he began speed-walking toward the awaiting groundbridge. Once through, he ignored all questions and made his way over to the human gurney, trying to move you as little as possible when he set you down.

June was by your side in an instant, and what she did next made the Prime’s spark drop. The nurse moved quickly to cut open your shirt, revealing your chest and stomach. She gasped, paling as she leapt backward and brought her hands to cover her mouth.

“Nurse Darby?” Ratchet asked, moving to stand over you, but he froze to.

Rings of dark circles wrapped around your front, looking eerily similar to large servo prints that had pressed too hard into your skin.

“We need to get her to the hospital.” June whispered, her voice shaking.

“She was just kidnapped by humans. I am not allowing her to leave this base.” Ratchet argued.

“If I don’t get her to a hospital within the next 10 minutes then she won’t leave this base alive!” June yelled, turning to face the Cybertronian medic.

The two continued to argue but Optimus drowned their conversation out, instead watching you in fear.

Yes, he was scared. Scared because this was the first time he has ever seen you look so frail, so lifeless. You had gotten hurt and it was his fault. He’d let you leave his sights and you’d been kidnapped. You’d been tortured by the vile humans he’d sworn to protect. He was to blame for your state.

Optimus blinked. Why did his servo hurt? Turning to look at said appendage, he was surprised to see it balled into a fist and indented in the wall beside him. Turning his gaze to the others, he saw them looking at him in varying degrees of surprise.

A soft grunt was heard a moment later and all eyes of the base turned to you. You were waking up, face turning into a frown before squinting your eyes open.

Blinking a few times, you turned your head to the side and froze.

Your eyes moved slowly, taking in every inch of Optimus until your eyes met his. Then, you scrambled to get off the gurney, landing harshly on your side.

Optimus flinched at the impact, extending a hand to reach you.

Your scream stopped him. You looked up at the Prime with wide eyes, tears falling as you tried to scramble backward, slipping in and out of consciousness as you did.

“Little One,” Optimus started, moving toward you again.

“No! Please!” You curled into a ball, entire body shaking like a leaf as small whimpers escaping your lips.

Optimus was confused. Why were you scared of him? Why did you cower away as if he intended to hurt you? He had never done something like that before.

You raised your head cautiously and looked up at him. This expression was new to Optimus.

It wasn’t reservation or unease like he was used to when meeting humans for the first time, this was deep rooted terror.

Your bottom lip trembled, shivering so much your body actually shifted backward. “Please…” It was so weak, broken.

 How had those monsters reduced someone as strong as you into a terrified little girl? And why did he, your guardian, seem to be the trigger?

Jack recovered first of everyone in the base, moving slowly to kneel beside you.

“It’s ok Y/n. He’s not gonna hurt you.”

 Your eyes never left Optimus’ desperate ones, still trying to scramble backward and shaking uncontrollably. Then, you turned your head to the side and emptied your stomach.

Jack moved to pull your hair out of your face, his other arm wrapping around your middle to help hold you up. You blacked out a moment later and stayed asleep.

June moved quickly with her son, carrying you to her car and laying you in the backseat. Jack took the wheel while she sat shotgun, twisting in her seat to start tending to you as Jack raced out the base.

 Optimus’ legs buckled and he dropped to his knees. Looking down at his servo, he saw where your blood had smeared across him while he carried you. His optics dropped to the floor, where a trail of the liquid followed your scrambling. The crimson life-source made up a large portion of what forcefully left your body moments before.

He needed to make sure you were ok.

Transforming without a word to the rest, he left the base and began the drive into town, praying to Primus you would come back to him.

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[karinadele]

Diazepam

Ratchet x Reader SFW | Medical | Fluff CW: a mention of a spider, medical practices on a human.

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"The surgery was a success."

The first thing you hear after the anesthesia wore off. Ratchet said in his usual gruff tone. Bedside manners was never his strongest trait.

Ending up with a tumor and having a giant alien robot as your doctor was never part of your bucket list. Yet it happened. Who knew your friend would be connected to intergalactic space wars and pull you into it? Technically she didn't, you simply told her that you've been losing weight and unable to eat anything. Next thing you know, she's dragging you to a 'doctor' in the middle of nowhere, Jasper, Nevada.

As if shock value can't kill, but you also knew why. Dealing with human medical care is absolutely painful. Years of telling them something is wrong with you, and a dozen of doctors later, you still never got a conclusive answer. However, what would an alien even know about human biology?

And that's how you met him. Ratchet. A giant metal robot that turns into an ambulance. You've always thought aliens were green and got an absurd amount of tentacles, —not this.

Overtime you've realized why your friend confided you to him. He's exactly like her. Just a different flavor of species. Same no nonsense, same tired mother vibes. Yet holds absolutely nothing but love for everyone.

"Lay still. I'll run a scan." Ratchet stated flatly in his usual demeanor.

With June and your friend next to you, holding you hand as you take a deep breath.

Ratchet pulls out a device looking like a round tablet as the infrared lights up, waving it above you as a visual of your insides materialize. How wild. A human would require a whole CT or MRI scan to see whats going on, and here you are —a tiny (huge in human perspective) device that instantly points out abnormalities. Viva la alien technology.

When Ratchet first heard from your friend that she's bringing a human in for him to check on, he did not want to be involved with it. Why couldn't they just deal with it like any other human? But coaxing after coaxing, he relented. He definitely has a soft spot for your friend. Spending days after days researching human biology, working with your friend and nurse Darby —a small gang of medical professionals.

When you broke the news that you weren't doing well, you friend also broke that she finally got her paramedic license. You know she went through several carrier changes, but paramedic was totally not on the list. But it made sense, and it made even more sense now that you're in her world, surrounded by medical professionals. —Including a chief medical officer that's cybertronian.

"There's an abnormality in the lower stomach area. Most likely a tumor of sorts." Ratchet states, still focused on the device, tinkering with it as he squints his optics looking at it.

A tumor? Isn't that dangerous? Do you have cancer? A million questions run through your head. Nearly spiraling into a panic until your friend gave your hand a squeeze.

"It's okay Spider." She tells you. "You're in good hands. Err. Servos. Whatever."

Why of all things did you introduce yourself as a spider?! When you first met Ratchet, and he asked for your name, wanting to not blurb out your real name, the first thing that came to mind after realizing that aliens in fact, was not creepy crawlies, was Spider. Oh, and the fact you were staring at the spider that was up in the corner of the base, nesting like it wasn't living in some super secret government sanctioned hide out. Oh to be a spider.

"June, lets draw some blood and run some tests to determine what exactly it is." Ratchet's voice dragged you out of your thoughts. Glancing over at June as she gives you a little smile, and acknowledging Ratchet.

"A little sting, okay, honey?" She tells you. Needles never bothered you. Yet somehow every nurse has always said that line. Is it just how they are? It's probably just small talk to assure patients.

You watch the blood fill into the syringe as you feel the numbness flow through your arm. Completely unaware your stupid friend is biting her lip like the crazy vampire freak she is. Who even drinks their own blood? Answer: she does.

A couple more tests and you're absolutely exhausted from being poked and prodded. Thank god there's a ground bridge that can send you right home. After all, without it, you would have never traveled half way across the world to just see some alien ambulance doctor.

When all this is over, you really need to sit down and have a chat about how your friend keeps getting into questionable situations.

Laying on your bed back at home as you wonder what the fuck just happened. You just traveled halfway across the world to get diagnosed. Sure, that doesn't sound too bad, if it wasn't for the fact it is anything but ordinary. Not to mention you spent a totally of 0 dollars. That was a huge part. You definitely could not afford whatever healthcare you needed, and in turn accepted your friend's offer.

Ratchet on the other hand, with June and your friend, are busy arguing over the next course of action. He's learned from the Raf dark energon incident that in order to co-exist with humans, he needed to study on them as well. With your friend and June, this was going to be another case study. —Not just, a human life that he's responsible for.

"I think surgery is the best course of action." His thoughts were cut short. Turning around from the console as he see your friend, standing there with her arms folded, talking with June.

"Surgery is dangerous!" June chimed back. "We can't just open her up like a bot and rearrange organs like its a build-your-own-pc!"

Primus help him. They're arguing again. Pausing his work as he turns to face them, resetting his vocalizer to get their attention.

"I think surgery is required." He tells them once both of them are focused on him. "Judging from the size of the mass, along with how fast she's losing weight, —not to mention she's unable to even refuel, it would be dangerous to not operate."

With a deep sigh, June relents. Your friend gives Ratchet a pat on the leg as a 'thanks for the back up' gesture.

Come surgery day, you just want this thing out by now. Months of carrying around what is the size of a small fetus without any benefits —an absolutely nightmare.

Walking through the ground bridge as your friend waves for you on the other side, running towards you and giving you a hug.

"Ready Spider?" She cheerly asked.

"I just want this child out." You're so tired of it. Hardly even able to keep liquids down without anti-nausea medication.

Your friend snorts in response. "let's grill it afterwards." She gives you a grin as she puts her hands on her hips.

You swore out of the corner of your eye, you saw Ratchet raise an optic ridge.

"Enough chitchat. Let's get to business. Chop Chop." He told you two as he gestured a chopping motion with his servos.

You totally forgot to even ask how a GIANT robot is supposed to work on delicate organs, but it was too late, June has already pushed the Propofol into you.

Mass displacing as Ratchet shoves the rest of his mass into subspace, coming down to a nice 7/8 feet —versus his usual 25 something.

"Scalpel." He demanded.

Your friend quickly hands him a fresh scalpel. Being smaller now, he can finally hold human instruments. Still, a bit small for him, but he didn't become the CMO without no reason. Those servos, steady until the day he dies. Focused as he is, slicing through the skin before moving onto the fat layer. Tissue after tissue, clamped open with an organ holding clamp while June keeps it steady.

He's used to wrenches and engineering equipment, not surgical instruments. But with the guidance of your friend and June, he carefully snips away at the surrounding tissues once the tumor is out in the open.

A relatively straightforward procedure. Although a first for him. Placing the now retrieved tumor onto the metal plate as he calls for sutures.

Since he learned that absorbable sutures are a thing, closing up the deeper cuts with it, as he works his way up towards the surface. Sure, cybertronians don't require such methods, but nevertheless, a skill he's picked up and learned.

Human bodies are complex. which cybertronian frames are sturdy, and everything has a designated function, a human body is so malleable and can even form masses as big as dilapidated grapefruit.

Did they say they wanted to grill it? What in the love of Primus are they thinking? Humans are so weird… Do they refuel with their own…?

It's probably best to clarify with Ratchet that it in fact, was terrible joke, but you're barely conscious. When the Propofol was finally taken off, you slowly rose back from slumber with your friend next to you, holding your hand as somehow she's now, head on the mattress, is asleep on your bed.

You were just about to tell this bitch to wake up when you heard Ratchet's voice.

"The surgery was a success." He tells you.

Now returned to his normal size —not that you even knew he changed in the first place, as he give you a nod.

With all the narcotics in you, you've nearly forgotten that you just had surgery. Glancing down on your abdomen as you noticed that the whole area is bandaged over.

"Take it easy for a couple of months. You should be able to ease into solid refuels in a few weeks."

Oh how you missed eating food. Once you can, you're totally gonna go get a hotdog.

"What a journey." You friend finally stirs. Voice still raspy from sleeping as she winces an ugly face, trying to wake up.

Despite the comment that was clearly directed to you, Ratchet responds. "Indeed it was. I've learned several techniques regarding sutures and-"

Your friend cut him off. "Ep ep ep, that's enough Ratchet, let the patient rest and just go do your biopsy. Or send it out to some human lab. I don't care."

With a hmph, Ratchet leaves the medbay, mumbling something about no respect for medical practices or something.

Your friend grumble as she whines back. "I am a medical professional…what.." and sighs.

With the Adam now gone —yes, you named your tumor, you can finally breath a breathe of fresh air. While there is still a road of recovery ahead of you, things will only be looking up from now on.

[lavenlady]

Hello can I request a Yan!auto bots x Gn!injured! Autobot Reader? Thank u

Here you are Anon! Enjoy!

✧ Worry not ✧ | Tfp Yan!Autobots x Gn!Injured!Autobot!Reader

✹ You were one of the first Autobots to arrive on Earth, after Arcee and Cliffjumper

✹ You have experience, but prefer to stay in shadows about your performance

✹ You got along with the team well, though you didn't know their darkest secret - they were insanely found of you

✹ For now it was subtile, doing little things to please you, giving you a longer break from patrols, bothering you with questions more

✹ That is until you return from the direct fight with Megatron, not expecting him to be in one of the mines you were raiding

✹ He nearly ripped off your stabilizers, if it weren't for Optimus showing up, you don't know how you would end up like

✹ After that the team decided to limit your time away from them, not wanting to lose you to a maybe more severe accident

✹ At first it was not noticeable, but with time you saw that you instead spent more time talking with Jack, Miko, Raf and even with nurse Darby and Agent Fowler

✹ After the revival of the your home planet, nearly all of your former teammates were gone, but their ways still remained

✹ Noticing the way they treated you, you have decided to join Ratchet on Earth, hoping that he would be the most normal from the rest

✹ Though your joys are short lived when you are not allowed to leave his side even for a click

✹ You can hope that you will find a way to return to Cybertron and not run into the past, wanting a peaceful life that the war ended

✹ That quickly changes when you run into Bumblebee and his new formed team on Earth

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[in1-nutshell]

Susan and Ironhide: Meetings and Cars

part 3 of Susan and Ironhide

SFW, Platonic, Angst, Mention of injury, Human reader

TFP

“And there. All wrapped up.”

Susan tried to touch the new bandages on her temple but was promptly swatted by Nurse Darby.

“No touching, you can mess it up or get it infected.”

Susan gave her a lopsided smile and a thumbs up.

“Thanks Ms. Darby!”

June smiled softly at the teen girl, silently wondering what did Jack or Miko saw in her. The nurse had met some questionable people (and bots) in her days, but Susan didn’t seem to be like the person to do something bad. The aforementioned Ironhide was currently patting the back of the young scout who was whirling and chirping happily.

The newcomer’s entrance was a bit… eventful.

Mainly with Ironhide transforming in the middle of the base, yelling for someone to get a medkit, while holding a slightly bloodied dazed Susan. The bots were surprised with the arrival of the missing mech, but June just saw a hurt girl gripping to the mechs digits to dear life.

After cleaning and disinfecting the wound on the girl’s head, June was surprised to hear that this was the ‘evil’ Susan Farmfield. The same Susan Miko had gone on and on about being the team’s newest enemy. The same person who wanted to expose the bots secret to the entire world for her ‘secret plans to take over the world’. The single mother couldn’t see the smiling, dazed girl hurting a fly.

Despite the initial injuries, Susan was positively beaming at the Prime as he began his introduction speech. Sure, Ironhide already gave her the run down, but there was something the way Optimus had with talking had Susan grasping at every word. She didn’t notice Ironhide leaning a bit down to June’s level.

“Is she okay? There was a lotta blood comin’ out.”

Susan hoped off the human sized stretcher, stumbled a bit, before standing proudly.

“I’m good! See!”

Ironhide had a bit of a frown as his digit ghostly touched the bandages, venting a bit in relief before addressing June.

“Thank you ma’am.”

June smiled.

“No problem, but next time try to avoid jumping out of moving cars.”

Susan sheepishly chuckled.

“Didn’t have much of a choice Ms. Darby. It was either that, or let Knockout take me to Megatron.”

June shuddered a bit at the mention of the name of the Leader of the Decepticons.

A hand appeared on Susan’s shoulder, turning to see a new person. The man had a bit of a frown on his face and started guiding her to a nearby room.

“Now hold on a second there.”

The green mech, Bulkhead if Susan recalled, stopped Ironhide in his track.

“Easy Hide, it’s just Fowler. He’s not going to do anything to her. Probably ask a few questions.”

Susan passed him a reassuring smile, but for who that smile was for she couldn’t tell you. The girl soon disappeared into the room with the man.

Ironhide felt a bit uneasy not being able to see where his friend was given the day they all just had. He turned around to face Optimus and the others.

“Speaking of questions, I have a few of ma own.”

Optimus nodded.

“Ask old friend. What is on your mind?”

Ironhide made eye contact with Bulkhead. Something in his optics glistened dangerously.

“Starting with you Bulk. What exactly did ya mean when ya said, and I quote, ‘can we just leave her’!?”

This outburst surprised most of the team. They had seen Ironhide get worked up, but never this quickly. Bulkhead responded.

“You don’t know her Hide. She’s—”

“Our enemy!”

Ironhide’s gaze shifted to the other human girl.

“Your what?”

“She’s, our enemy! She’s been trying to expose the team for months and keeps on trying to find relics to do experiments on. We’re lucky enough to stomp on her plans before they get out of control.”

Ironhide blinked a few times.

“…Are ya sure you aren’t talking about anotha Susan?”

“Did she brainwash you?”

Spunk. Ironhide had to give the kid that.

“Suzzy didn’t brainwash me kid. And whaddya mean by experimenting?” The red mech turned to the other bots. “Some more context would be greatly appreciated.”

…

The mini interrogation was something Susan half expected once Agent Fowler introduced himself. She was not expecting some of the dramatic things the others had accused her of doing. Yes, she fessed up about the website and looking for aliens, but never for harmful reasons. Susan just wanted to know if there was life out there and wanted to show the world. Her grandfather’s dream that was passed down to her, another fellow dreamer. A dream that brought a lot of loneliness, until Ironhide came along. For the first time Susan had a genuine friend who cared for her. A friend whose life was at risk because of her dream. Susan would not let that threat hang over her friend’s head.

As angry as she felt about the others spreading these dramatic rumors about her, a small part had forgiven them. They were, in a way, doing the same thing she was, protecting their friends… though the comments were unnecessary…

 Fowler could easily tell that the rumors hurt the girl more than what she was letting on. To be honest, he couldn’t see this as the ‘evil Susan’ Miko had been talking about. That girl did know how to put in the dramatics into her stories.

“Its just a bit hard to understand why they told everyone that. Oh, that probably why they were looking at me like I ran over animals for fun!” Susan groaned as she hid her face in her hands.

“I figured that Miko might have been over doing some of the stories.”

Then the room shook violently.

THUD!

Both Fowler and Susan had been thrown from their chairs from the earthshaking movement.

“What in the Sam Hill…” Susan looked over at him.

“Maybe it was an earthquake?”

“SAY THAT AGAIN I DARE YOU!”

Susan tensed up at the familiar yelling.

“Defiantly not an earthquake.”

Both humans immediately stood up and went to the door to see what had happened. It turned out Ironhide was about to have some sort of fight with Bulkhead leading to a lob flying over into the human area.

Without thinking twice, Susan ran over to the group to see if they were okay.

“You okay guys?”

Jack, June and Raf nodded while Miko just huffed.

“Wait where Mrs. Darby?”

“My mom left a few minutes after you went in. Something about an emergency at work.” Jack’s response calmed her nerves a bit. Susan got to the guard rail and whistled loudly getting the bots attention.

“HEY! Who threw that! Some of us could have gotten hurt!”

Miko piped up behind her.

“And why do you care?”

Susan gave the girl a neutral look while crossing her arms.

“I care if my friends get hurt, now whether they like to think of me as a friend is a different story.”

The girls stood in silence glaring at each other.

Someone grunting brought them back to reality.

The bots were staring at them both, Susan couldn’t read their expressions. A wave of embarrassment washed over her as soon as she saw Ironhide. This was not how she thought tonight would go down.

“I umm… I—”

Miko groaned at her lack of speech.

Susan felt downright ashamed for the presentation and just looked down.

“Well, that was something. Hey Miko, are you sure this is the evil human that you mentioned?” The white one, Smokescreen, chimed.

Susan again ignored the pain the insult did. Ironhide didn’t.

“Yes, Miko, tell us if this is tha person you’ve been talkin’ about to the team.”

“Ironhide—”

“No. That’s enough outta you Bulk, I need to hear this for myself.”

Ironhide walked over to the railing, but Susan quickly got in between Miko and Ironhide. She already brought enough trouble here already; she was not going to let it fester with her being here.

“If you all don’t mind, I think its time for me to leave.” Turning to Ratchet and continuing.

“I understand that you have an operational groundbrigde, you can just drop me off outside the town limits.”

Susan tensed hearing Miko saying ‘Finally’.

She looked over to Optimus with slight pleading eyes. “Please?”

The Prime took a couple seconds before getting Ratchet to ready the groundbrigde as Susan got down to the main floor. She noticed Ironhide was starting to follow her.

“Wait, wait, wait Hide. I can just walk home.”

Ironhide was a bit surprised by the comment.

“In the dark? Not a chance.”

“I’ll be fine. Plus, you have a lot of catching up to do with your team. You mentioned how much you wanted to talk to them, just talk away.”

“Susan!”

“Ironhide!”

Both bot and human were at a standstill, both not wanting to budge.

Susan’s eyes glistened a bit before Ironhide vented in defeat.

“Fine, but if you need me, I’ll be here.”

Susan nodded before turning and walking into the portal. The cool breeze of the night gently passed through as the girl walked out of the portal. Said portal that disappeared as soon as her foot left it and made contact with the rocky sand. The girl’s legs wobbled as some bile crept up her throat.

Note to self, don’t eat a heavy lunch before going through a groundbrigde.

It took a few minutes for her to recover from her lunch attack before looking at the town. Little lights twinkled a bit and grew a bit bigger with every step. Maybe she should have let Ironhide drive her home.

Ironhide…

Her vision started getting blurry thinking about the old mech. That was probably the last time she was going to see the mech. There was no way she could go back there without causing drama in the ranks. The others were probably going to convince him that she was some low life villain, there were enough bots there to convince him anyways. Not to mention that there was a war he had to worry about. Ironhide wasn’t going to have any time to see her.

Her friend…

Her dear friend…

Her only friend…

Her knee buckled a bit before tripping over a rock and falling on her face.

That was the last straw on the camel’s back.

Susan pulled her knees to her chest and began to sob. The tears and sand didn’t help with her depressing mood. Today had just been too much for Susan. As much as she would have liked to change today’s events, she knew that it was probably for the best.

That’s what hurt the most.

It was time to start accepting she wasn’t going to ever see him again. If staying away meant that Ironhide could finish his war and reconnect with his family, she’d stay away. Its not like anyone cared to stick around long with Susan Farmfield anyways.

She didn’t know how much time had passed before the sound of a car pulling up got her attention. The girl expected to see the old red truck, maybe a last goodbye in private. Instead she was faced with a blue, and grey car. A bulkier model too, not too uncommon to see around the town. A small Decepticon insignia caught her eye under the moonlight. Susan just stared in horror as the mech transforming right before her.

Her body screamed to run, but the combination of her blurry vision and pounding head made her movements sluggish. Next thing she knew, Susan was in the blue mechs servos. Her reflection shining bright in the Con’s optics.

“… Hello. Who are you?”

“Someone trying to settle a score, Fleshy.”

[cyberapid]

Jealousy

Optiratch

This is short and ends super abruptly but I just don’t wanna look at it anymore lol. I wanna write more but I keep coming back to this so now I’m gonna buckle down and finish a Prime Ultra Magnus reader insert i got 🙈

This isn’t beta read so sorry for any mistakes <33

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Ratchet had indulged Nurse Darby and even found her affection for his bonded entertaining, in the way you’d laugh about a sparklings crush but he found his patience thinning with every compliment and flirtation.

It had started with the occasional jest when Optimus hadn’t been in an audible range. Perhaps just to just get a reaction from her son but when changes in her attire and appearance started, that’s when Ratchet knew he’d let this go on too long. What he wouldn’t give to make the advances stop but there was no reasoning he could give without giving away their affair.

The Autobots Prime and CMO bonded?

It would’ve caused a stir if this had been some time back- when they had enough ranks and officials to scandalize with their torrid fraternization. Now though, he’d doubt who’s left of the Autobots would care about their relationship. This fact hasn’t swayed his Prime’s worry that they’d claim him impartial or, worse, that their only medic would be targeted by the Decepticons if word ever got back to them. Not an idea one could put past Megatron as of late with their desperation being as evident as the Autobots.

All of this combined reasoning hadn’t quieted his nerves or cooled the angry rev of his engines as the woman muses with a confused, yet amused Arcee. “Do you think he’d consider a relationship with a human?” Nurse Darby questions.

Arcee balks at that, optics cycling for a moment before answering, “I don’t know? That’s just something- something I wouldn’t ask?”

—Something she shouldn’t ask. There’s an audible creak in his servo but he can’t bring himself to notice or care instead continuing to eavesdrop.

Nurse Darby laughs at a mixture of Arcee’s shock and Jack's audible disgust, “He’s charming and kind of mysterious. Can’t blame a woman.” That’s something he’d have to give her, though the mech he knows now wasn’t the one he originally fell for, it doesn’t make Optimus any less attractive compared to Orion. This war and the title of Prime has given the mech a sense of otherworldliness; a poised and stoic leader that could make any bots struts buckle. The next question pulls him from his musings, “what’s considered attractive for robots?” He can’t help but scoff at ‘robots.’ “Did I say something wrong?” She worries.

“Cybertronians feel attraction similarly to humans,” he answers, then continues on, “It changes depending on the bot’s preferences the same as humans…. Optimus isn’t interested in humans.” That finite answer should deter her, allowing him to work in peace. But nothing is ever simple and the world can never be kind enough to give Ratchet uninterrupted time to work.

The click of her heels on metal gets closer before Nurse Darby is just in his peripheral, with a mischievous smile that would put any bot on edge, “you're familiar with his preference, huh? What kind of bots does he like?” She asks, walking up to the ledge just above his work space. Nerves smother his spark and a thrum of concern comes from Optimus’ open side, a gentle push of comfort calms his partner's worry. There’s an obvious, and truthful, answer to her question but he’s not a naive bot and her sudden mischief is glaring with suspicion. She knows the answer and is goading him.

He’d planned to simply ignore her and continue his work but Bulkhead decided to provide his unsolicited opinion, “that can’t be true. He willingly watches those human movies too much with Bee for there not to be another reason.” Well obviously there is, simple bonding time he couldn’t deny the scout- one pathetic whirl of the bots voice box and his Prime would bend, immediately. He could picture Optimus’ shoulder pauldrons sagging as he’d mutely wave Bumblebee a reluctant agreement, or the way his optics would dim with affection as Bee would excitedly explain human concepts in the films that wouldn’t compute for the older bots.

[transingthoseformers]

WAIT WAIT TFP Megatron orchestrated a plague before!!! Imagine his disbelief in how these children were able unintentionally cripple some of these Quintessons by this naturally Earth made flu before he's starting out planning on how to use this to their advantage

Cue him having to swallow his pride and ask Nurse Darby for assistance and Ratchet is just glaring in the corner so he isn't doing all this scheming using the children without someone keeping an eye on him

I forgot about that, yeah you're right!

He's gonna try🥺

That's such a scene

[azure-tiamat]

More than a Name

Orion Pax was his first designation, a simple Iacon-Archivist of Cybertron.

He firmly believed that that is all he'd ever be, even when unrest spread amongst the masses. At least, it was until the war destroyed his, his allies and the Decepticons' home.

He'd been bestowed another name then, Optimus Prime.

The last Prime, chosen by Primus himself and entrusted with the matrix of leadership.

The name was an honor, and a responsibility all the same.

He led Autobots, mech, femme and - guilty, regretful, afraid and saddened as he is to admit this fact - sparklings into the war. During it, dozens and millions were wiped out on both sides. Each loss weighing heavier on his chassis than the last, as reality set in that even when he tries to protect them all, he's immature in the art of war and has lost many in a war that started as a quest for freedom. It about death tolls now.

He and a few Autobots ended up in a solar system light-years away, on planet Earth - an organic world inhabited by the dominant species known as homo sapiens, common and preferred designation being 'humans'.

He and his teammates have made contact with the species, that have been welcoming and supportive of the Autobot's cause, along with an agreement on their part to assist the government against most existential threats.

They've been on the planet for a relatively short while, for their standards. He, Ratchet and Bumblebee have been here the longest (as far as he's aware of), for 30+ years while their newer members less than 20.

Still, that's not even taking into account the humans that joined them - 2 "adults" and 3 "kids"; one femme and mech as well as three sparklings. The sparklings in particular are even younger than the time they've spent on the planet. The oldest among them, a boy named Jackson Darby, preferred designation "Jack", now on the cusp of "adulthood".

(He can't believe the boy to be considered nearly full-grown by his society's norms. He is mature - Primus knows he is, as well as familiar - but the boy is still much too young for any of them to consider any of them more than (rowdy, curious and caring) younglings. Particularly due to Bumblebee being considered a youngling and, in human years, being just a year older than Jack, which is 17.)

These kids in particular have taken a place in the sparks of the 'bots, partnering up with their Guardians on several occasions to join them on missions - even if unallowed.

Optimus still questions how they slip by any of them into the Groundbridge, considering their record of sneaking off - the Shadowzone being one of the best and worst examples.

He also knows that some of them are favoring some humans more than the other, even if they still care for them all deeply. Even his oldest friend Ratchet, the grouch, is taken with Bumblebee's charge Rafael, the youngest if not smartest of them.

The sentiment is very much mutual, as the children would and have risked personal welfare and safety to assist them. The numerous Decepticons' and M.E.C.H. agents are their main adversaries, although the children (Miko mostly) sometimes claim 'school' should be listed as well. Agent Fowler claims she's joking, mostly.

"Optimus, what's your ETA?"

"I'm within sight of the school premises."

"Good, Nurse Darby has called in advance to notify the staff, so it'll hopefully be a quick extraction."

"I'll contact you soon."

Optimus cut off the comm, entering the parking lot of Jasper High. The school the children attend throughout the week, pardon Sundays and Saturdays, from 7:50am to 3:10pm.

He concentrates, generating his holoform to appear behind the driver's seat as if 'straightening' from the backrest. He opens the cabin, climbing down the side as he closes the door tightly.

"Right, time to recover Jack."

He makes his way to the entrance, briefly catching sight of his holoform in the glass door's reflective surface.

---

Jack is sick, Optimus was available and offered to get him. June had a double shift, though she promised to make an extended break to check up on her son at base as well as brief them on what to do. Thankfully, Agent Fowler had previously provided them a written permission slip in case they'd ever need to pull the kids out of school in case of emergency, after it became clear they'd stick around at the autobot base.

Jack practically melts into the comfy cool leather seat of the truck, falling asleep after buckling himself in. Optimus accommodates him by reclining the seat, turning the heat on a little as Jack was shivering, a symptom of having a cold. (June told them the symptoms -common to worse- for it when she got the call, as well as first aid. Though Ratchet looked into the alternative treatment methods too.)

On their way back a pair of Vehicons attack, finding the line Prime and having Optimus race away with his vulnerable cargo, before being forced to engage as three more show up and corner him. Jack is thus strapped in with even more seatbelts and moved to his subspace, barely out of reach from the matrix.

Unbeknownst to his notice -distracted by battle is a viable excuse- the Key to Vector Sigma pulses lightly at the proximity to the honorary Prime, which allows Jack to see some of Orion's memories/ sense his emotions.

Jack is hella comfy in there, secure, warm and with the pressing feeling of care and safety stemming from Optimus' EM field keeping him under wakefulness from his aching limbs, throat and stuffy nose nicely. The fact he's not shivering enough to wake himself is an added bonus.

Optimus beats them, briefly opens his subspace to take Jack out and scan him for injuries, even if he hasn't felt anything loosen in his chassis. To his amusement, the late teen just curls up like a cybercat on his servo, whining something he can decifer as "2 more hours" softly through a wheezy nostril, seeking the slight shade of his digits and trying to burrow into more warmth from his servo.

The Prime obliges, putting the sleepy youth back in his subspace before transforming again and driving the rest of the way to base, briefly reporting the ambush to Ratchet along with their current status.

Optimus rolls into base, Arcee and Ratchet meet him halfway as Bumblebee and Bulkhead seem ready to head off and collect the other two children. (Yes, they were slightly upset they couldn't come with Jack.)

"How is he-?"

"Are you both fine?"

"Was it a patrol of theirs or a badly executed ambush?"

"We're gonna go, don't wreck the place while I'm gone." Bulkhead shouted, giving his leader a nod alongside Bee's worried whirs and concerned optics before rolling out.

Optimus changes into his bi-pedal form, nodding in affirmation as the two speed off.

Ratchet and Arcee give him a hard stare, analysing his form - servos', digits, shoulders - and not spotting the ill boy.

"Optimus, where is--" Ratchet starts, Arcee frowning at the possibility that maybe Jack had been lost in the Deception ambush without her leader's notice. It was a bitter thought.

Optimus holds a servo flat out in front of him, signaling the medic to stop. He shushes them, eyes trailing down before opening his chest plates to reveal his subspace, putting a servo out to prevent the harsh artificial light of the base from disturbing the sleeping human; Nurse Darby did say he could be sensitive to light and noise, and that it was preferred if the boy caught some sleep, so it's better if he stayed that way too.

Ratchet checks him over with his own scans, noting that it's in line with what the humans refer to as a 'flu' - a seasonal thing, quite common, and easy to combat. Their primary concern for it should be that he drinks a lot, sleeps a lot while warm and eats as much as he can stomach. It's ok, if it's less than usual for now. Easy to digest food, soup or crackers, he notes. The latter of which is kept in a mini-fidge maintained in the humans' area. Besides that, Jack seems to already be doing well.

Jack wakes up long enough to drink something from the fridge after microwaving it in order to drink something resembling tea - they later learn that it's atrocious and they need a kettle. Ratchet isn't quite convinced why they can't simply use the welding machine for that.

Afterwards Jack lays down on the couch with the threadbare blanket they kept for movie nights, a gift from June for their little hideout, but Arcee observed that he's still shivering. No wonder, with the wide aired-through and ventilated area of the base.

Nearly half an hour in, Jack's still not asleep despite Optimus reporting him falling asleep in his seat not even three minutes into the drive and sleeping through the fight. (If only one mission like that happened with Miko...)

He gets the brilliant idea that, till nurse June fetches Jack, he'll just keep the boy in his chassis again, along with some packaged food and drink.

It's bound to stay warm there as well and he's alerted to anything wrong immediately. Ratchet begrudgingly allows it, if only cause they are still at base in case of an emergency, Arcee's chassis isn't big enough, his own is full of equipment and they can't catch human diseases.

Eventually Miko and Raf arrive to an empty couch missing a blanket and Jack's backpack dumped at a corner, but no sight of its owner.

"Did Miss Darby forget Jack's bag?" Raf questions Ratchet, subtly asking wether or not she'd already stopped by.

The medic hums "She hasn't arrived yet. Her ETA is three hours."

"Huh, must've gone to the bathroom. I swear, if he gets the blanket dirty he washes it.."

"Young Jackson is with me."

Optimus chimes in, crouching down to be eye-level with the humans on their platform.

Two sets of eyes and optics from their Guardians travel across his frame, stopping here and there in confusion, wondering whether or not a human could fit in there, and Bee gives him a questioning beep.

"No, I do have him. The base was just too cold to leave him without an adequate heat source."

Arcee finally comes over to solve the mystery: "He's in his subspace."

"Really??" Bulkhead questions, wondrously as he stares at his leader. "Is he okay in there?"

"I wanna see!"

"Not too close, one sick human is enough." Ratchet admonishes, though he looks contemplative. Optimus recognizes that look from somewhere in his memories - thinking of ways to calm down the young sparkling in his care during training as a medic. Regardless of the matter there, he opens his subspace, leaning forward to allow for better view and shade.

Jack was curled around the blanket and Miko cooed something about a burrito, taking her phone out and making a picture with the flashlight. Jack snarls and throws the closest thing in his reach -his plastic water bottle- at the source of the unwanted disturbance. She squeaks, barely managing to duck down before it hits her or her phone.

"He's got a killer aim even when sick" she remarks, slowly lifting herself up, checking her phone and then turning back to her friend as he unleashes a well of small coughs.

Bulkhead sighs, Raf rolls his eyes at her antics before picking up the bottle and, with silent permission from the mech, returns it to its owner. He glances to a settling Jack "He does look pretty comfortable there.."

"Beep-boooo-whheer-bii"

"If they look anything like the ones we have, then yeah, he looks like a cat."

"Ooh, have you ever heard of Rainbow-cat?"

Matter of fact Ratchet did a cursory scan of the web, before blacklisting it. What kind of colorful vomit was that? Is it flying though bleeding out of its...?? He scrapped the memory, only leaving a 'Miko's fault' marker for himself in case he ever wants to revisit the file.

Optimus continues on with his work, reading through data tablets. Jack feels a wave of fond nostalgia, and it's more of a safe blanket than what he can wrap around his shoulders. Oh well, it's quiet, nobody's bothering him, he's comfy and warm.

Jack sleeps a whole 14 hours. Miko and Raf had been concerned, which prompted Arcee and Ratchet to do the same.

----

After the event Optimus scrubs his subspace of any germs or snot, just in case of any ill effects and as a matter of personal hygiene. Jack did sneeze and cough his throat out in there after all.

Optimus carries an extra blanket in his subspace, a gift of Nurse June after the event. Just in case of late missions and sick humans.

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To reach a larger audience (hopefully) this fanfic is cross-posted on Wattpad.

"My Name" by Azure_Sorceress (me)

[spashahoney]

Day 5: Dancing/On the Couch/Sofa (Optimus Prime/June Darby)

That nurse wore heels as if that could reach him, get it girl.

[neonpaperlanterns]

Transformers prime story request.

The vehicons are the decepticons storm troopers, treated like nobodies and abused by their commanders every so often.

So... How about a story where one seeks to leave the decepticon life. Posing as a regular car at a car sale. This vehicon figures some time among Humans will be just what he needs. Having changed paint jobs and removing any trackers in him. He hopes to just... Enjoy "human watching", seeing what their lives are like.

He ends up bought by Jacks' mother sometime before she and her son knows about the transformers. And slowly ends up caring about her as he poses as her car. Enjoying the little things of his new life.

... And then her son brings home Arcee and the series ticks off from there.

A "normal" life

T-34B watched as humans mingled around him. Idle chatter filled the parking lot as different fleshy servos brushed along his alt-mode. Grumbled words of distaste and disinterest bounced around in his helm.

Had he picked a bad color? He thought the light blue was good but maybe he was wrong.

Did he look too worn down? He thought if he looked too new that he'd have less options but maybe he was wrong.

Was his model wrong? His research said that VW Beetles were decent cars but maybe he was wrong.

Should he have gone flashier? Sleeker? Been red? Maybe if he-

"How bout this one?" A voice interrupted his thoughts. There was a female human standing in front of his hood. Looking at him. Judging him. As subtly as he could he tried to push out his plating, air up his tires, and catch the sun just right so he looked as presentable as possible.

And it seemed to be working until a shorter and what seemed to be younger human butted in.

"Looks like an old man." The boy stated which was hurtful, he thinks. T-34B knew he wasn't the best or the brightest or even that standout but he didn't look that bad right?

Right?

"Don't be mean Jack I think that gives it character." T-34B was full of character, the lady gets it. Jack rolled his weird organic optics but shrugged.

Which T-34B would later learn was a seal of approval. Sort of.

Being driven through the streets of Jasper was weird. It felt wrong not to be in control of himself. He had to stifle every little desire to take the wheel or change the radio station.

He liked Earth's music but he wasn't a fan of the genre of 'Country'. It sounded too similar to him. As the songs blurred together into one noise it just reminded him of staring at the countless versions of his face. He did not like it. But he did not change it because cars didn't do that.

Pulling into what would be his new home he tried not to feel cramped inside the garage. He told himself that it was cozy and really far better than what he had back on the Nemesis. Because it was, anything was better than the Decepticon ship. Even a tiny garage and fleshy organics who weren't careful with sugary fluids were better than what he came from.

He'd have thousands of drinks spilled in his cab before he ever regretted leaving.

.

.

Life with the Darby's was simple. He learned the woman's name was June and that she was Jacks carrier or mom as the teen called her. He learned what a teenager was too.

He discovered that June was a nurse and that Earth's hospitals were not that different to the ones that once operated on Cybertron. At least from the outside looking in.

They didn't drive him many places. Mostly June's job, Jack's educational center, a place called WinCo Foods, and building with a bright neon sign that read Jasper Bowlarama. He did not know what a "Bowlarama" was but the Darby's always seemed happy after coming and he got to see lots of humans doing human things so everything was good

T-34B was staring to like when the unit he drove around were happy. He liked the talks he got to overhear. Like how Jack was doing in chemistry and that he was thinking of trying out for football. Which his mother didn't seem fond of and countered with going for band instead. He liked when June had a long shift and could barely drive, it gave him the chance to repay her by getting her home safely.

He liked that randomly June decided to give him a name. Apparently naming cars what just a thing humans did. She suggested Nancy because that had been the last vehicles name and the one before that so it just made sense.

T-34B dreaded being named after another.

But Jack interjected unknowing on his behalf. Said he didn't look like a Nancy.

He agreed.

Instead sighting that he looked more like a Buggy or Ozzy.

June picked Ozzy.

.

.

When Jack came back with a motorcycle June had lost her mind but gradually came around.

Ozzy had also lost his mind and was still currently losing it. For one he had to share his garage now. For two he felt like he was losing Jack. The teen didn't need him now because of that death machine. And for three and technically most important that was a FRAGGIN Autobot!

Oh Primus he was slagged. He was so slagged. His only saving grace was that the Bot hadn't realized he wasn't just a beetle and that almost immediately after June left Jack and the Bot began arguing.

He learned the Bot was Arcee. He's never encountered the Femme before but he's heard about her. Quick tempered and a 'shot first ask questions later' type. She's offlined hundreds of vehicons and now he was stuck sharing space with her.

Oh Ozzy was so slagged.

[hx4x4enthusiast]

Cybertronians meet the bloody Mary

Words: 2090

Optimus Prime x gender-neutral reader x Ratchet

Fluff/Comfort

Notice: This is a comfort fic for people with a uterus, suffering through their menstrual cycle. Meaning blood, function and structure of the uterus will be mentioned/explained.

I use Bloody Mary a lot in this fic not cause I am ashamed of having a period but more so because I found it funny to give it a name. Also not everyone’s period goes the same way so your period experience may differ from person to person.

This was a request from @theemoteam5994, that I was more than happy to write.

It was a pretty standard Friday evening I was sitting on the couch next to Miko reading a new book, I just got. Ratchet was working on the control panels recalibrating the ground bridge, Optimus stood at his control panel writing the report of the last mission for agent Fowler meanwhile Bulkhead repaired the lob ball. Jack had work, Raphael was out of country visiting family, which led Bumblebee and Arcee to drive patrol today. Resulting in Miko and me to hanging out alone. Which was fine it was a nice to not do anything for once.

Unexpected I started to feel something damp my pants, or to be precise my underwear. Oh, you gotta be kidding me. Mentally counting the days back since the last time, it happened and concluding that it had been indeed a month now, a defeated sigh escaped my lips. Which in turn made Miko turned to me in confusion.

“Whoa you good, what’s with the defeated sigh you sound like me when we are about to write a test.”

“Miko please just shut up and let me suffer in silence and desperation.”

“Yeesh since when are you so grumpy.”

“Since the high and mighty royal majesty, the bloody Mary decided to show up.”

“Ah Dave decided to visit.”

That caused me to raise a brow at Miko, to which she gave me a smile.

“Dave? Do I want to know.”

“You know that one sound “God, fucking damnit Dave, there goes the last shit I ever gave.”

“Omg, that’s genius.”

“Yes, it’s hilarious when you’re having period pain and just scream fucking Dave.”

“Oh man, Miko you’re a genius. By the way do you have tampons or a pad? I forgot my period bag.”

“Oh, shit did you just get it?”

“Yeah, and I would like to not have to explain to gigantic alien why my pants are red and what the menstrual cycle is.”

“Haha, understandable, I really wouldn’t want to explain what’s going on down there to Bulky.”

Giggling to each other, I’m forced to double over as a sharp pain shoot through my lower abdomen, causing a hiss of pain to escape me.

“Man, is your period always like that? It looks really painful. I mean my crams hurt to, but they are at least somewhat manageable.”

“Unfortunately, yes the problem with these I have to physically double over and can’t ignore them like the others.”

“That sucks. How about you go put on a pad or tampon or both and I call June if she can bring painkillers for you..”

“Oh my god Miko you’re a saint thanks.”

“No prob. The bag is in my front pocket underneath my slash monkey cd.”

Gratefully I go over to her bag as Miko makes her way to the medbay to find June. Finding the small cotton bag I take it out, zip Mikos bag back up and move hurriedly to the washrooms. Oh my god there is nothing more uncomfortable than sitting in a puddle of your own blood.

Coming back into the main hangar I moved towards the designated “human area” as Ratchet so lovingly nicknamed it. Miko was the first to notice my return and waved, as I climbed the stairs up. She intercepted me as I reached the stairs, I wordlessly gave her the little bag back, before she bend over and started whispering.

“Hey I called June and she said she bring some Aspirins and a few heating pads.”

“God I love that women, and you, bless you.”

“Yeah try to remember that the next time I go through the ground bridge.”

“Different issue Miko.”

“Ugh, well whatever, June said she bring the supplies when she picks up Jack after his shift.”

“Why does Nurse Darby have to bring painkillers and heating pads, and would you be so kind as to tell me why you didn’t think to inform me that you are unwell.”

Simultaneous Miko and I froze up as the very distinct sarcastic and very much unamused voice of the resident medic, rang from behind us. Turning around we were confronted with a very pissed of looking Ratchet.

“Ok you look like you can handle this right well my part is done, HEY BULKY LET’S GO DUNE BASHING.”

Miko didn’t hesitate to leave me alone and run up to the railing jumping onto her guardians servo as he immediately transformed around her and proceeded to race out of the base. Sharing his charges unwillingness to become a target of Ratchets anger. Left alone under Ratchets piercing gaze, I do my best to avoid eye contact.

“So, are you inclined to tell me now why you didn’t think it necessary to come to me for medical attention.”

“Oh uhm it’s really not that big of a deal.”

“If I didn’t treat every one that said “oh, that’s not that big of a deal” this entire team would be dead by now. So unless you miraculously became doctor you com to me with any kind of medical issue. Did I make myself clear?”

“Ratchet, it’s really none of your concern, I am fine.”

Quiet. It was deadly quiet, you could have heard a pin drop. Ah shit, I fucked up, I fucked up big time. I did the one thing you don’t do, ever. I broke the one rule on the base, crossed the one line even Optimus doesn’t cross. Don’t backtalk Ratchet when it’s about medical decision. Well it was a good life.

“Oh it’s none of my concern is it? My how interesting would you care to elaborate on why that is?”

“I...I I am sorry Ratchet, I didn’t mean it like th-ughnn.”

A sharp pain went trough my lower abdomen forcing me to hug myself as I doubled over. As the pain subsided and I was able to stand upright again, a green light beam went over my body. Looking up I was met with the sight of a very concerned Ratchet and an equally worried Optimus. When did he come over here, weird? I was ripped out of my train of thoughts as a sharp exhale escaped Ratchets vents.

“YOU ARE LOSING BLOOD AS WELL AS PART OF YOUR INNER LINING IS DETIRIOURATING AND YOU RUN AROUND HERE ACTING LIKE EVERYTHING IS FINE.”

“Because it is?”

Apparently, that was not the right or more like best thing to say. I could already see the oncoming triage, Ratchet was going to put me through. Just as he prepared to chew me out and preach his speech on taking proper care of oneself, a big servo landed on his shoulder plate. Optimus gently pulled Ratchet back before coming closer, bending down to my level.

“We are worried about you. Asking for help is nothing to be ashamed about.”

“Hmpf, especially if you lose essential organic fluids.”

“Ah, shit that’s not it’s, aww geez uh scrap how do I explain it.”

“While we both would appreciate an explanation, please don’t feel cornered or forced to please us. Though I do have to ask you to use a different manner of speech.”

“Huh, oh yeah sorry about that big guy. Just give me a minute”

Seeing Optimus giving a nod and even Ratchet, though begrudgingly, give me some space, I take a deep breath. Ok first me being a nervous wreck is not going to help anyone. So deep breaths, everything is fine. It’s not like you are going to have to explain how and what the menstrual cycle is, to gigantic aliens. Man, I sometimes hate my life so much. Letting out a deep sigh I turn around I make my way to the two bots.

“Ok, so first of all, I am ok, I will not bleed out or am sick with a terminal disease. What’s happening to me is a natural process that happens every month for more or less than a week depending on the person. Every person with a uterus goes through this with some exceptions. Yes, that includes June and Miko as well.”

Optimus and Ratchets frames slightly relax, tough confusion is still visible on their faceplates. Well, more on Ratchets than Optimus, though the leader frame is less rigid than before.

“But you are bleeding, isn’t the leaking of blood indication of an injury, do you mean it is natural for humans to injure their uterus every month?”

“What no we aren’t injured.”

“Perhaps it would help us understand better, if you were to explain on how this “menstrual cycle works.”

“OH, uhm sure. First of all the uterus is one of the reproductive organ’s humans have to reproduce. Each month, blood and tissue build up in the uterus to prepare for a fertilized egg in case a woman becomes pregnant. Important humans give live birth to their young not like other animals in eggs. Eggs is simply what we call the cell. If the egg isn't fertilized, that lining leaves the body through the vagina and that is what is called the period.”

Trough the explanation my eyes had driven away from the bots not wanting to see their faces of disgust.

“But then what is the menstrual cylcle? And that still doesn’t understand why you were in pain.”

Confused I look back up at Ratchet as he looked at me expectantly. Switching my point of view to Optimus he carries a similar expression though way more subtle than Ratchets.

“You, you aren’t disgusted?”

“Why would we I mean, its obvious a bit strange due to our different biologys. But so is your entire race.”

“As you explained, your period is a natural occurrence, there is no fault in that.”

“Oh ok.”

“You still haven’t answered my question.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah there are a lot of names for the period, like menstrual cycle, strawberry week.”

“I thank you for the explanation but there is still concern on your earlier episode of pain.”

“Oh yeah uhm, so basically to flush everything out, the uterus contracts itself which can lead to pain. How much pain someone experience is different for everyone. And well mine is sometimes so bad I double over.”

Both bots fall into back into silence, exchanging glances like they were silently communicating. Feeling slightly Causing me to shuffle my feet on the ground. Until Ratchets open servo comes up to me, an invitation to step into it. Confused I look at both Ratchet and Optimus. Sensing my confusion Ratchet responds.

“It is unreasonable to let someone alone when they are in pain, so get on.”

“What, no I am fine, I have dealt with this for the past 6 years on my own.”

“You should be resting.”

“No, I still have things to do I don’t need to rest.”

“Please do understand that we are just worried.”

Damn you Optimus, for making me feel bad about refusing help. Reluctantly I carefully climb onto Ratchets servo. Letting out a satisfied hum, he lifts me up to his chest, curling his digits gently around me. Carefully moving across the base, we go through a corridor I haven’t been in yet, only to land in front of a humongous door trough which Ratchet and Optimus can walk without any problems. Ratchet crosses the room and gently lays me down on the gigantic bed. Before turning around and walking around the bed to the other side before laying down himself.

Meanwhile, Optimus was closing a drawer, holding something I couldn’t make out and moved to join us. He deposited the content of his servo onto the berth near Ratchet. Before I could ask what and why they brought those things, my feet yet again left the ground.

Warmth surrounded me and weirdly a lot of red. Wiggling around I finally found the end of the blanket and looked up, only to be met, with two pairs of kind optics looking down at me.

“What’s all that?”

“We researched that warmth and comfort in the form of affection, food and a comforting environment prove, helpful when dealing with period pains.”

“Wait, you guys searched the internet to help me? Aww that’s so sweet.”

“Hmpf, well we can’t leave you alone in this time of you err, month.”

A smile starts forming, I snuggle back into the blankets happy about being so well cared for. My eyes are starting to feel heavy as a yawn escapes me, exhausted from the day’s events, I don’t fight the sleepiness taking over my body. Safe, warm, and protected by the two gentle guardians on each side of me.

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