• ~ (Y/n)'s Perspective ~ •

Once I got myself together, I gave Ratchet a call. When he didn't answer, I was a little upset, and worried. Keeping my facts straight: I knew they were in a war, which meant I can't expect them to respond to me right away.

However... Jack! He should be there. Unless he went home. I grasp my phone and open it, putting in a short and simple, yet secure, password, I quickly went to my messenger app. Searching through my contacts, I found Jack.

'Hey Jack! What's going on over there?' I message, keeping my cool and trying to sound casual. I sat on the couch with Freckles while I waited. I examined her fur as I pet her; taking note that she is dirty.

'Hey (Y/n)! The bots are about to head back from an Energon mine, then Ratchet will come get you. At least he assumed that's why you called?" Jack stared and asked. I smile and respond a simple 'Yes.'

He said a see you soon and I turned off my phone, feeling relieved. Why I felt so panicked, I knew very well. My body slumped in my seat as I realized something.

'I'm going to become attached to them... they're in a war. One of them is bound to die.' I brush my hair with my fingers, nervously chewing my lip. But then I remembered something. Something I will always remember, to help me cherish the moments that will soon be memories.

"A thousand good days for one really bad one." Something I had read anonymously on the internet. I know what I've been signed up for in this life of mine. I will always cherish and value life, no matter what... for some lives are just too short.

I managed to calm myself down; perhaps I'll talk to June about it later. Thinking to my new younger companions, I pause. I could never force my issues into their innocent minds. It wouldn't be fair. I wonder if they even think about this. They probably do every time their robotic friends leave, knowing it might be the last time they see them.

Shaking my head, I open my laptop as I wait. Checking my emails, I spot one from someone I used to know. Someone I went to college with. Someone I studied with.

His name was Franklin Brooke. A spunky young man who tried his best to party and work. I, of course was older than him, seeing as this was my second try at doing something with medical involvement. Psychology.

It seemed to be easier for me to handle, as I related to traumatic experiences and such. Plus, it helped me handle things in ways I didn't realize I could handle things.

Though, I had to admit, I was guilty and fell into his trap of going to parties. But, I was always the more responsible one, though I almost got drugged and gang banged. I didn't blame him though, because why would I? He didn't know.

Me and him were actually pretty good friends. We just kind of stopped talking for a while. Then we suddenly started talking again a little bit before I moved. The night before I was leaving, me and him went out and got a drink.

From reading his email, I could already see he wanted to do it again. Telling me that I'm fun to talk to and such. The compliment made me smile, I'd have to think about it though, because we were both one state apart. So we'd either have to meet in the middle, or just wait until a holiday where I go up to be with my family.

I decided to hold off responding to him. I'd have to look over my schedule anyhow. Looking at other emails, I spot some court stuff, but that can wait.

My phone began to ring, so I picked it up. I gave a gentle hum, followed by a hello as I closed my laptop.

"I'm outside." I heard Ratchet say before the call ended. I shrug it off and head out with my bag after giving Freckles a kiss goodbye. I watched from the corner of my eye as her tail slowly wagged and her risen head slowly fell as she went back to sleep. It made me smile.

Spotting the familiar red and white bot, I exit my home. After locking the door, I made my way over. The passenger door opened and I got in.

"Good afternoon, Ratchet." I greeted as I take a seat on one of his seats. He grumbled in response an afternoon before the door closed and he drove off. He sounded upset... "Is something wrong?"

Ratchet stopped suddenly, causing my body to jerk in his seat, but I was fine. The car was silent momentarily and it took him a moment to continue driving.

"No." He responded simply. I sighed, I could tell he was hesitant. Though I didn't want to force it, I could at least put out a suggestion.

"Well, if there is, and you need someone to listen, I will gladly be that person." I respond calmly, hinting at the fact I knew something was wrong. I mean how couldn't there be? They're in a war. There was another uncomfortable silence, until I got a response.

"Right... For you as well." He said, I look at the radio and smile with a small nod.

"I'll keep that in mind." I reply with a hum. After, the silence felt more comfortable.

I watched out the window as we got away from town. The beautiful landscape made me feel relaxed. Everything was so... vibrant. It helped me relax. I loved how quiet this area is and how beautiful. This was a great change from my old home.

My old home was full of rich folk and ones who were right in the middle, just keeping things steady. Everything was so crowded. Especially the other side of town where all the poor lived. But... either way that was where I was raised and I loved everyone I met there. I mean, there were a few people who I had a problem with, but beside that, that place was my home.

"(Y/n)?" Ratchet asked, sounding concerned. It snapped me out of thought and I looked to the radio. I gave a hum for acknowledgement. "You've been spaced out most of the drive. Are you ok?"

"Oh. I'm alright. Just, taking everything in." I reply with a sigh. One that I couldn't tell if it was happy or sad. And clearly he couldn't either.

"About the decepticons?" He asked, I perked and looked back to the radio. Wow, I've almost forgotten about that.

"Oh. No... I'm just a little homesick I guess. But I'm also a little sick of home." I respond. Leaning back into the seat.

"What do you mean?" He asked, sounding a little surprised that my spacing out wasn't from the decepticons. I shrugged and looked out front of the window, just seeing the road and the orange sand.

"Well. I moved here to be closer to June in all honesty. And I guess to get away... to leave the past behind me. Everything here is so quiet. So serene. Excluding the Decepticons of course... And as much as I enjoy it and hated the rush and crowdedness of my home. I still feel homesick. That was where I grew up. Where I've had all my trials and successes. Where I've gained and lost. But I also don't miss it. Sorry if that's confusing..." I apologize for my rambling. He hummed in response.

"No no, I understand. I'm quite homesick myself." He responded, to which I nodded. I looked back to the radio.

"What was your home like?" I ask. "If you don't mind me asking?"

"It was full of other people, you'd think everyone was friends until the war broke out. Whenever politics came into play it was a problem. But besides that, it was, as you call this planet, beautiful in its own way. Just wish that this war hadn't changed that." He grumbled. I was happy he willingly told me that.

"I'm sorry to hear. I hope you're able to restore your planet. If that's possible. I'd say I'd love to see it, but I don't think that's physically possible." I say as sincerely as I could, adding a bit of humor.

"I wouldn't say it's impossible, but I wouldn't want any of you seeing my home as it is now." He said, to which I nodded with a smile.

"I will respect that." I say softly. His mirror moved to look at me and I gave it a small sincere smile.

"Thank you." He responded quietly. In response, I nodded and the ride returned to comfortable silence until we hit the road toward base.

"What's your home like?" He asked. I smiled and looked to the radio. Then to the mirror. Now I wasn't sure where to look, but I stuck to the radio.

"Well. I lived in the part of town with all the big houses and rich families. Over there it was clean besides all the litter from the bratty teens. Then it was the fortunate middle class people. A fraction of my friend group was in that area. It was a little more dirty over there, but once a month a group of people got together and cleaned up. Then there was the other side of town. The poor and homeless lived there. The friendliest people you'd ever meet. I'd try to help, but I could only do so much. Either way, they helped make my home home. Though it was beautiful, that's not the first thing that comes to mind." I answer, my voice calm and speaking like I was in a dream, though a tinge of sadness in my voice when I talked of the homeless.

"So you were in a rich family?" He asked, I nodded.

"Usually people hear that and think I'm spoiled. I try to leave that out. But yes, I'm from a rich family. My mother and father got the money from their parents and inherited their business, so they continue to make a lot of money. The oldest of us got to inherit it next." I answer, adding extra, unnecessary details just because they came to mind.

"You have siblings?" He asked. I nodded.

"I have a lot of siblings. Though, none of us are actually related." I respond, looking at a message that I had received. It was just Jack asking if Ratchet got me.

"How are they your siblings then?" He asked. I replied to Jack while coming up with my answer.

"Well... we were all adopted. My mother wasn't capable of having children. And she finally carried late in her age, which is why my brother had so many problems and passed young." I explain.

"I didn't mean to bring up your brother. You don't need to tell me about him if you don't want to." He quickly interjected before I continued.

"It's alright. That's really all I had to say about him. I don't know, I guess I just thought it was important. Any-who, where was I... my mother adopted because she couldn't carry, so she fostered and adopted her favorites or the ones who were too old and were about to be pushed into the world anyway. My father was on board without as well, he was a little upset when she went over ten though." I say with a small laugh.

"You have over ten siblings?" He asked. I gave another lighthearted laugh.

"Yes, you should see the family gatherings." I joke, a smile stuck on my face. "I have 17 siblings and I make 18. Though, I technically make 17 because of— you know what, never mind. Just, big family, non of us actually related, besides the twins."

"That is definitely interesting. You humans are definitely strange." He said, with a slight grumble as we entered the base.

"Why thank you~" I reply jokingly. I then got out and he transformed. He was quick to get back to work. I went up to the platform and was quick to be greeted by a hug.

"Hey (Y/n)." Was basically the greeting I got. I returned Jack's hug before he let go and sat back down.

"Hello everyone." I respond calmly. I noticed how the others seemed to be gone. All except Bulkhead, who had just continued talking to Miko before I interrupted with my presence.

I just shrugged it off though. I found an outlet and sat on the floor. It didn't bother me, I just needed to get work done. So then I indulged.