The noisy room seem to go quiet as Will, Epps and I walked into the room. My fingers gripped at the end of the top I was wearing. To hide my nerves, I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my camouflaged cargo pants.

I looked around to see many different shapes and sizes of Autobots, a bit nervous, not that I hadn't been introduced to them before...Just nervous about them not liking me...

I wouldn't like me.

I mentally scowled at myself for being so negative about it. Smiling sheepishly, the three of us continued to walk. I seemed to shrink back, knowing blue optics looked at me curiously, and others eyed me warily.

A silver bot rolled up to us, I recognised him to be Sideswipe...one of the twins who looked after...Luke.

"Hey Cat", Sideswipe greeted slowly, knowing about the events from before.

I winced at the nickname, "Hey Sideswipe", I looked up at him with a small smile.

The room started to fill with chatter again, soon Sunstreaker rolled up to me and Sideswipe. William and Epps had left, as they had work to do.

"Don't let Hatchet see your Cast like that Human", Sunstreaker told me, pointing at what used to be a white cast.

I grunted, knowing Sunstreaker wasn't fancy of humans, I'm surprised he didn't protest about being a guardian to one, "well robot, thanks for the information"

Sunstreaker's blue optics narrowed down at me, "what did you call me?-ow Sides!", he glared at his silver twin, whom nudged him hard in the side with his elbow.

"Sunny be nice!"

"I am being nice!, don't call me Sunny!"

I blinked at the two arguing Twins, slowly, I snuck off. Not wanting to be squished by a Cybertronian being.

Humming, I walked around the hanger, before coming across a lonely Camaro, known as Bumblebee. My eyes held confusion, wondering why he was all alone. I started to walk to Bumblebee, to be stopped halfway by the female Autobot known as Arcee.

"Hello Cathrine", Arcee greeted softly, wheeling back and forth on her wheel.

"Hi Arcee", I greeted back swiftly, but my eyes slowly went back to the Camaro, "Why is Bumblebee on his own?", I asked quietly to the femme.

Arcee sighed and looked down at me, sapphire optics glowing softly with concern, "the poor mech is upset over the fact his charge no longer needs him"

"Oh.", I paused, thinking, "he was a Guardian to Sam Whitwickay?, right", I asked slowly, scratching my head.

"Witwicky", Arcee corrected me politely, "and yes, he's been dismissed as a Guardian"

I frowned, "but the Decepticons are still around", I start off concerned for Samuels family and himself.

"Yes they are, but Sam made the decision himself. He wants to be a normal teenager, so we are giving him what he wants..."

I sighed, "I'll go see if I can cheer him up", I claim, making Arcee nod her helm, a light smile on her face-plates, "nice talking Arcee!", I slightly yell, as I skipped to Bumblebee quickly.

"Likewise", I heard her respond, before rolling off.

I stopped at the drivers door, easily seeing my reflection in the tinted windows. 

"Hey Bee", I said softly, walking to the front of his Alt-mode to place my hand on the hood and rub it gently.

Bumblebee responded with a light rev of his engine, "hello, Cathrin-e!", Bee responded through his real voice, although it was slightly static at the end.

"Your voice!", was all I could say, eyes wide, "Did Ratchet fix your voice box Bee?", I asked excitedly.

Bumblebee started to transform, making me walk back a bit, so I wouldn't get squished. Bumblebee kneeled before me, baby blue optics shining brightly.

"Well, Ratchet-", Bumblebee was cut off with a wrench hitting his helm, making his door-like wings jerk upwards in surprise.

"Bumblebee!", I jumped slightly at the shout of the yellow and black bots name. Bee whirled and beeped in surprised, swiftly dodging another wrench.

"Don't over-use your voice box!", Ratchet scolded, "I'm still working on it!"

I looked over at the Medic, with wide eyes, "What's up with you and wrenches!?", I squeak out, frozen as a statue.

Ratchet rolled his optics, until they landed on my left arm, he crossed his arms across his chest, venting loudly. "Your cast needs cleaning"

I look at him, "I don't wanna...", I drawl out slowly and childishly, "can it wait?"

Ratchet narrowed his optics, "no."

I groaned, patting a sulking bee on the cheek, "I'll come back afterwards, we can talk more then", Bee whirled happily at my comment.

I walked off quickly to the impatient medic, Carrying two of his large Wrenches he had thrown moments ago.

"God these things are heavy!", I hiss out, struggling to carry the Wrenches, them being nearly as big as me.

Ratchet nearly blew a gasket, "what are you doing!-", he paused yanking the two wrenches off me, to wave one of them threateningly in my face, "you're going to get yourself even more injured!"

I look up at him, smiling sheepishly, as I rubbed my left arm gently, pain filling it. "Sorry?"

"Get on", he offered me a servo to jump on, I nodded, doing so. I waved goodbye to Bumnlebee whom waved back.

Walking down a large hall, I sat quietly on the medics metal servo, not wanting to cause anymore trouble as it is.

"Thank you"

I blinked, "huh?.", I looked up at Ratchet slightly surprised.

Ratchet rolled his optics, "thank you, you know for cheering up Bumblebee", he said more bluntly.

"Oh...anytime, really", I said quietly, looking ahead.

Ratchet nodded, entering his med-bay, he hummed placing me on a large metal bed. I looked over the edge, I quickly walked back, away from the large drop.

Not getting down anytime soon...

Ratchet started to get out ointments and bandages. I held out my left arm the best I could for the medic.

Ratchet slowly started to take of the dirty cast, wanting to replace it to a better one, when we both heard the med-bay doors slide open.

"If you're not dying, I suggest you get out", Ratchet said frustrated, obviously thinking it was the twins again, as he concentrated on the task he was going.

I blinked, not being able to see who it was, as Ratchet was in my way to see. Ratchet grunted, knowing the bot behind him still has not left.

"Are you injured!?, if so it can wait, I am busy...", Ratchet trailed off his sentence.

A familiar hum entered my hearing, this made Ratchet pause, we made eye contact both knowing who it was.

"I am most certainly not injured old friend"

"Oh. It's you"

I snorted at Ratchets remark.

"Can We help you Optimus?"