"Stranger things have happened - not."

Hana had been watching as the group of boys shoved Lethe to the ground from her classroom.

Hana was the one who had called Soundwave who instantly responded to the human woman's call(as well as the fear he felt that wasn't his own), the mech arriving quickly in holoform and saving Lethe from what could've been a deadly punch from Vince.

Hana sighed, a smile making its way to her lips as she watched the pair converse(faint blush covering the girl's cheeks) before walking off together.

"Atta boy, Sounders," Hana grinned before getting back to marking her student's assessments.

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Lethe didn't know what to say after her almost beg for his company. Embarrassment lingered on her thoughts for her thoughtless response. She'd never acted like that, ever.

Soundwave was just comforted by her presence, something inside his chest settled contentedly as he walked alongside her.

"Thank you," Lethe's quiet voice said, drawing the mech's attention to the shy girl.

Soundwave's lips curled in a soft smile, "It wasn't a big deal."

Lethe shrugged, "Either way, you still saved me from an aft-whooping."

The girl didn't notice how Soundwave's eyes widened a fraction at the use of a Cybertronian term, "If you say so," He chuckled lightly.

Lethe smiled up to him, "I know so."

Soundwave couldn't help but smile back at her.

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Quickstorm was running out of time.

And Shanix. She really needed to pay this deca-cycle's rent, or otherwise she'd be kicked out.

Her optics looked around, desperately hoping that something would help her. Anything.

It wasn't until her audials caught the voices of a couple femmes gossiping loudly about the most recent gladiator fight did it come to her.

Quickstorm would become a gladiator.

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Lethe waved to Soundwave as she entered her foster home, the man waved back before walking off as the girl shut the door.

Lethe paused in the middle of the entrance room, her right hand reaching up to her face and rubbing it tiredly as a headache thundered through her mind.

"Frag," The Rosier girl grumbled, somehow managing to make her way to her room on her crutches.

She discarded the metal poles immediately as she almost fell onto her bed.

Lethe scowled at the cast on her leg as she sat on her bed, her feet firmly planted on the floor.

"Stupid, slagging car," she grumbled, "It just had to run me over."

The girl groaned as she had to move the cast on her leg with her hands to get it up on her bed, only to pause as her eyes widened in surprise.

She couldn't feel any pain. At all.

Lethe uncertainly unwrapped the bandage on her arm, just to check, then gasped in surprise. The previously massive cut that had stitched to help heal faster, was gone. Like it was never there.

"What the frag?" Lethe muttered as her left hand trailed across where the injury would've scarred, if it had healed by human terms.

Lethe jumped off her bed and landed softly on her feet(one being covered by a cast).

Her eyes widened even more before she somehow managed to rush to the kitchen where she knew she would find the knives.

She grabbed the biggest one she could find(that wouldn't break) then quickly cut open the cast with surprising strength.

The cast remains lay on her floor as Lethe stood on her legs with no help whatsoever.

It was as if she had never broken her leg in the first place.

Lethe was running her hands through her hair, "What in the name of Primus is going on!"

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The first day Quickstorm met him was the first day of her new "job".

It was a total accident, but neither of them would regret it in the future.

She had been walking around, getting a look of the place when she stumbled backward to avoid a mech rushing past, only to stumble into him.

Her odd optics widened as she turned around, "I'm so sorry!" she apologized quickly, almost living up to her name as she was about to keep going, apologizing up a storm, only to stop when a small chuckle came from the tall, skinny mech.

Quickstorm's optics blinked in surprise as she realized the mech wore a visor-mask to hide his faceplates.

The mech didn't say anything as he looked down at her, the mech acted as if the small chuckle that he gave before never happened as he moved around her and walked off.

Quickstorm's optics followed after the mech curiously for a kilk before shaking her helm and walking off.

She never noticed how the mech had taken a photo of her when he had paused to look at her, a curious scintilla appearing in the mech's hidden optics. 

Here's Chapter Six!

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