Still Alive (Bumblebee)

[Kokoro]

((Las Vegas, Nevada, December 17th, 9:47 PM))

This was a very, very big city. She didn't know quite where she was, just that she wasn't in the lab. And that this city was very big, very bright, and very, very strange. Very strange. But maybe this was normal? She didn't know. She hadn't slept since she'd gotten out. She couldn't sleep. She hadn't eaten. The only water she'd gotten was dirty. And her wounds kept breaking open, bleeding. They hurt so badly. Her back stung every time she stretched, her left eye kept being forced closed by blood, and her cheek was swollen with infection. She wasn't in good shape, but she didn't trust anybody to help her out. Anytime somebody in a uniform reached toward her she panicked.

Something about uniforms freaked her out. Might be from the lab. That made sense. She had just come out of an alleyway to walk into the street, which was still very crowded despite the fact that it was getting late out. She hurt, really bad, but there was something inside her that urged her to go on. She didn't understand it, but she didn't care. She'd listen. She needed food. She needed sleep. It'd been almost a week now. She was hungry. Where could she get food?

Maybe... If she sat down and rested... Maybe she could wake up tomorrow, and get food then?

What if she never woke up? But she couldn't help it. Her slight figure hit the wall hard, the pain from her back shocking her entire system as she shuddered, before sliding the the ground hard. Her back was bleeding again, but she didn't really care. She was so tired. She just wanted to rest....

[Bumblebee]

The rather luxurious looking yellow Camero with a black racing stripe over the top had rolled into this curious city not too long ago. He could feel the pain again, the burning, hot, unrelenting pain, and it just wouldn't stop. He had winced and swerved on the drive here, and quite honestly, it was wearing him out. This had been going on for a bit over a decade now, and not so long ago had it began to drive him mad. Where was the voice coming from? The longing, the connection, the pain. At times it tripped him, interrupting whatever he was doing at the moment and sometimes it crushed his Spark in an unforgiving fist as if he was being punished for that he did not know. He knew others had noticed, but he reassured them, he tripped, it was a fluke, that he was fine. What he didn't know, what that another, was not.

He hadn't obtained much in terms of stasis lately and was running on somewhat low energy reserves. Continuing to pull forward, beginning to care less and less for the traffic laws as a other rude drivers honked and yelled at him before passing. Continuing on, he felt like a piece of metal being pulled towards a magnet. His tires turned solemnly here and there, continuing towards the feeling as it grew stronger. Interest grew before, he hadn't feel the other connection in his Spark this strong before. Trying to wake himself up, he sped up, taking a left and the signal became red hot. However, his thoughts were torn from it, for as he looked around, he found what appeared to be a horribly torn up and battered teen lying on the sidewalk. It looked as though some thugs had beaten her down, perhaps robbery.

Immediately, a blonde, bright blue eyed holoform flickered into opening the passenger's side door (rather than the driver's), leaping out and quickly making his way over to the girl. Through the black hair and gentle frame, he spotted blood, scars, and many cuts. He wondered what horrid monster would do such a thing, could some humans be this cruel? He knew he couldn't single them out, Decepticons would too, but this, was just a defenseless child.. He could wait to look in horror, sorrow, and anger no longer. Reaching down, permission or not, he carefully moved to pick her up bridal style. Though mute, his holoform let out a strained, and horribly pain grunt as did he true form. The blonde male in his late teens' eyes widened, his true form's back having erupted with horrid pain. He could feel the years of scars, abuse, malicious beatings tear into him. Every step was pain, ignoring his own and the fact that he had it in the first place as he continued on before setting her in the passenger seat and shutting the door. His holoform flickered, he could feel the burning sensation, he could feel his Spark scream a bit, he was trying not to get caught as an Autobot out here in public. The holoform raced to the driver's side as fast as he could, his jeans looking more and more unreal by the moment before leaping into an opened door and shutting it tight behind him.

Next question, why did that hurt him? Even fishier, that pain felt just like the pain he had felt for the past years... The screams of pain... The holoform stared the girl down, some of her blood on his black and yellow jacket, his widened blue eyes trying to piece it together. The possibilities, no.

[Kokoro]

She had barely been on the ground a minute before somebody had come to pick her up. She didn't have the energy to scream at the sudden pain, only to hiss a quick inhale, tensing up a moment, before trained instinct told her to relax. A relaxed body didn't hurt as much. A small tear of pain squeezed out of her right eye, as her left eye could suddenly open as the moisture soaked up some of the blood that glued it shut. With her eyes open with shock, she couldn't convince herself to struggle free of the holoform's hold.

He carried her swiftly to a bright yellow car. She liked that color. She liked bright colors, but yellow topped it off. Pastels were okay, and she wasn't terribly fond of most shades of red, but she liked the yellow. The yellow was one of the things that flashed through her mind as she automatically tried to distract herself. Then she landed in the seat of the yellow vehicle, another jolt of pain shocking through her. She tensed up again for another moment, arching her back away from the seat. Her shoulders pushed her away from the seat, as her arms moved too sluggishly to brace her, the sleep in her body still trying to get away, herself still trying to shake her awareness. She barely noticed when the young man hopped into the driver's seat, as she forced her arms to keep her back off of the seat.

She didn't exactly have anything generous in the way of clothing, either, as she wore a thin tank top and cloth pants in the cold weather. It was so cold, too. The warm of the vehicle was so very comforting, but she wasn't sure she wanted to be here, either. With a shudder, she pushed her tired body to sit up, leaning away from the seat, her frozen bare feet used to hold her on the seat so she could lean on her knees. She didn't know much of vehicles. All she knew was that it hurt to lean back.

She didn't look at the holoform, but she did speak, her voice strained as she fought the pain. It was nice to be able to fight the pain. "Where are you taking me?" She was scared, but he didn't have the energy to show it very well. It lingered inside of her, along with the emotions of a stranger, that were stronger than ever, but she had learned to ignore. "Please don't take me back. I don't want to go back." The plead was even weaker than the initial question. She was trying to keep herself awake, but the call of rest was overwhelming. She wiggled her frozen toes as they woke up from their cold. It wasn't as bad out as it could be, and she'd been floating in and out of busy shops until she got chased out, and so wasn't as cold damaged as she could be. But it was still cold. She was tired, hungry, and hurt, and she didn't have a home, but if she did, that's where she'd want to go.

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[Bumblebee]

No, he was over reacting, just a tad stressed perhaps. The pain was his own, it just occurred at the wrong moment. Perhaps it might be time to consult in his well-known comrade, Ratchet, in diagnosing the problem. It tore him apart, the images he got, the... Black hair and those eyes. The holoform watched the girl, his own metallic form lurching as she arched her back in pain, at the same time he did.

Continuing to watch in both a curious manner and that of empathy and sorrow, he wondered who had done this to her. What vile creature would do this, to a child no less?.. The anger was in the pit of him, though only mourn had shown itself for now. He almost didn't want to know whatever it was that she had gone through, but at the same time, he almost felt like he needed to. {"Please be okay, be survive. I'll get you to help. But what if.."} The holoform's blue eyes softened, setting down. He couldn't give up on her, he couldn't just sit here and watch her die. If he took her back to base though for treatment, the large, alien to her, Cybertronians would likely cause her to seize up or perhaps die from stroke or heart attack. Then what would he have to say for himself?

For a moment, his head lights seemed to glow a bit brighter before dimming back to normal. He would have to worry about that later. Not at all worried about whatever filth or damaged fluids were currently seeping onto his interior, his holoform reached over carefully and warily to grab the buckle of his passenger and wrap it around her before buckling it in. If she didn't want to sit against the seat, that was fine, he only wished he had something that would help. If his holoform were human enough, he'd take off his jacket to put around her, while unattached it to him unfortunately, it would cease existence. Those almost innocent eyes that had seen so much were back on the girl again, frowning as his form began to drive off into a familiar direction. "I'm taking to to medical treatment, and shelter, and nourishment." He had questions, so many questions. At this point, his own holoform had arched his back as well in a pained behavior that his true form felt. Eying her, the holoform watched the connected pain. He wondered... If she didn't answer back, then it would get these crazy ideas out of his head. //"I will never take you back, wherever it is that you came from."\\ He was almost afraid to hear another voice in his own Spark, afraid that he had been lied to about someone else being born and attached to his bond and Spark, someone else using that person as something, he did not know. Taking a smooth and gentle right turn to try and get out of Vegas, Bumblebee made sure his windows were completely sealed before turning up the heat a bit to ensure more comfort for the girl. He remembered back when he thought there was something on the other line and he'd try to talk through the bond, but he didn't get much other than cries, screams, whimpers, images. He had been drawn to her location, and not that he was leaving it, he felt the pull that brought him there in the first place, was right with him. If this all turned out false, he was going to tell Ratchet about the serious mental problems he had been having, after her medical treatment. He hoped they didn't get too angry about the fact he was opening the eyes of another to their existence.

[Kokoro]

The lurch of the vehicle she hardly noticed. She didn't know how vehicles normally were, and honestly wasn't overly interested in the average lurchy-ness of said vehicles. She did, however, notice the echo of what looked to be a pain reaction in the holoform, and her eyebrows knit together slightly in curiosity, even though she'd only seen it out of the corner of her eye. She'd never seen another experience pain, unless she herself had somehow inflicted it on them, and it had been a long time since that had happened - and she'd watched, at least. Suddenly, she realized just how odd her escape from the lab was.

Setting her face back to a fairly neutral expression, she scooted back - just a little bit - in the seat, leaning forward slightly to avoid touching her back to it, pulling what she could of the unkempt black hair off of her back before turning her gray-blue eyes to the holoform. Medical treatment, shelter, and nourishment was what she had at the lab. Kind of. She couldn't be sure of how sincere his threat was, and so didn't react in fear or in joy. At least, not yet. But then that voice, it spoke again, even though the holoform's lips weren't moving. She froze for moment, even her breath hitching, eyes widening a moment - at least until the scar over her eye broke open again.

Was that voice familiar? She didn't know it from anywhere, and yet it seemed like something she'd heard before, a very, very long time ago - before her memory really served her any good. It was so strange, and she looked at the holoform again, only faintly incredulously, shaking her head and bringing her hand up the the ridge of her eye to try to slow the blood. She turned her head back forward, returning to a neutral expression. She was quite practiced at neutral expressions - they got her through much of the psychological tests that had been thrown at her over time. However, inside of her - her mind, heart, strange anomaly that the scientists found expressively interesting in the exploratory surgeries, whatever it was - she seized hold of it, as though grabbing a rather slippery fish, and tacked one simple sense to it - a sense of confusion, surprise, and, though she tried to keep it back, exhaustion. This emphasized her voice as she asked, rather calmly and neutrally despite the emotions that went with it, "Who are you...?"

As it was, beside that, she wasn't really sure about this medical treatment stuff the guy was talking about. What if it was just another eager scientist, just as bad as the one who insisted that he was her foster parent, even though she never heard a peep about it from the others?

Aside from that, though, the girl started to put little pieces of information she had together. She was different. She knew that. They didn't consider her human, and, at moments however few and far between, even seemed slightly frightened of her - she'd learned later that from time to time her eyes flashed a brilliant blue, something that she knew was different, but likely caused the slight fear reaction - and she knew they thought that any kind of bond she had was alien, strange. This was a bond, she was a bit of a freak, and hey, this was strange. There was clearly something going on here, and while she yearned for answers, she merely sat there, exhausted and beaten, maintaining pressure on the ridge of her eye but otherwise apparently unimpressed, even though her mind was on a different course entirely.

She was a strong girl, but she was whipped, and her physical behavior spoke of it, if not as much as her physical state of being.

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[Bumblebee]

The form that cringed here and there, trying not to bend continued on its journey back to base. As soon as his tires touched the outer reaches out the city limits, he maneuvered to floor it, only to appear as a sudden jerk instead which he hoped hadn't just harmed his passenger. The reason he didn't speed off as fast as he could, he didn't want to throw Kokoro into the seat without warning, the emotionally and physically damaged girl would most likely end up injured further and he would be to blame. What to wonder now, was anyone at base? No, no if he told them then they might not let her in for treatment. Speeding up despite his last thoughts, he took to it in a gradual manner so not to bring harm to the teenager. If he told them right off the bat, it was likely they would say that it was a nice thought and they were sure the passenger appreciated it, but perhaps bringing them to a human hospital would be wiser. A human hospital, would not provide the answers that he so desperately needed, besides, if Jack's mom was there, she was a nurse, she could probably fix Kokoro right up! If not, there was Ratchet, if not, there was Danny too. It seemed there was usually at least one medic around, which was fantastic because by the end of the day, someone ended up totaling themselves.

As for the answers to his question, one of many, how was this girl linked to him? His holoform looked back towards her, a look of both sympathetic views and sorrow came over his face as he reached over across Kokoro into the glove department, hoping to find something, ANYTHING that might of been left in here at some point! It was something, better than nothing, he pulled out a tissue box, and with the greatest care, held it out to Kokoro. Maybe it could help in some way, with all of these scars, these wounds, some seemed fresh, some rather old.... Who could possibly do such horrible things to a child?... Were the Decepticons trying to have some fun? He looked back towards the road ahead, as if to make it seem like a normal human being drove rather than a robot from further reaches of outer space that just so happened to transformer into a vehicle from her home planet. "I'm.." There you go genius, what now? "Brandon, but my friends call me Bee. Actually, pretty much anyone who know me, call me Bee." Now he just had to think of a last name if she really needed it, middle, he could grab something random off a bill board they passed. "I'm a Scout, looking out is what I do. Not as impressive as the other jobs I'm sure, but it's still what I do so I'm going to do it with pride. Hrn.. Oh yeah, don't worry, you won't be alone there, as one of the younger ones I mean. We have a handful of other teenagers there, and I usually watch after Raf, he's about twelve. So, who are you?" He would of asked for the story, frankly, if it was as horrible as he thought (or worse), he didn't want to reopen old scars, not while she was so far from treatment.

[Kokoro]

When the vehicle she was in jolted forward, she gasped, immediately grabbing for something to hold onto, which happened to be the handle on the door, and clutching it tightly - an instinctive fear reaction that she was all to familiar with. She hadn't noticed, of course, that her eyes had flashed that familiar bright blue, that the surge was enough to almost kick her sensitive system into mental overdrive. It hadn't, though, as she had taught herself to calm nearly immediately after such a jolt. Eyes settling back into the familiar gray-blue, clutch on the door relaxing as she no longer pulled herself forward to counter-act the sudden jolt in speed, she took a deep breath.

The ridge over her eye was still bleeding, but not as much, and when the tissues were offered to her, she accepted, even though the movement to grab them had faintly startled her as well. Who knew what people could hide in those things - that compartment right in front over her - that could potentially harm? She took the tissues and pulled one out, wadding it up and pressing it, hard, against the ridge of her eye, her hands slightly shaky, even though it appeared otherwise that she had accepted the situation. The pain rippling across her body was dulled down, now that trauma was over, and back to the regular aches and sores. Her cheek really hurt too, and it occurred to her that it needed cleaned.

And past that, she was still very tired, and that fact became more clear at that jolt. Brushing some of the thick black hair out of her face, allowing the seemingly innocent gray eyes to be more apparent in her pale, scarred face.

This guy had responded to her question fairly thoroughly, and it occurred to her that she couldn't answer it nearly as thoroughly, but she could try. "I've never had a definite name, like other people. Honestly, I've always been considered sub-human, kinda like a pet. Had a handful of pet names. The guy I bit likes to call me Chewy, but his friend thinks Snowy fits better, calls be Snow White on occasion. Never read the story." She spoke relatively calmly, considering the situation. The way her mood shifted, despite her attempt at neutrality, and her seemingly constant shifting in position gave away her nervousness in the situation.

"As it is, I like to call myself the lab rat, and the 'doctor' that's usually with me thought that was amusing. It's not like I ever had any parents to name me. At least I got a guaranteed education." She didn't seem to mind addressing, even if indirectly, the fact that they didn't consider her human, that they treated her differently. The second part of her communication to Bumblebee was a bit darker, obviously laced with resentment, while she didn't even try to cover the hatred inflicted at the near direct addressing of the scientist that dealt with her the most. This was the kind of hatred that was beyond most girls her age, and potentially shocking, except for the fact that Bumblebee had likely already been thinking of her past. Not that she knew that.

She was, however, nameless. Nobody had ever bothered to name her, and she was usually referenced as little more than a test subject. There were a couple of 'pet names' that she had actually liked, but past that she was the Lab Rat. That's how she signed her 'homework', too. Lab Rat. She wanted a real name, though - she just didn't feel like it was right, to choose her own name.

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[Bumblebee]

He hadn't of course, intended to startle the already horribly traumatized girl. The first time he hadn't noticed until it was too late and decided to make a mental note to be more careful around her. As careful as a large, robotic being from another planet could be.

His current thoughts were stolen from the subject of tracking down who was doing such horrible things to the young offspring of their own people by the bright blue flash out of the corner of the holoform's eye. His blond hair budged only slightly with the somewhat short cut, his own bright blue eyes nearly matching that of the flash. He lay them upon her with a concerned look of empathy when he caught her taking that breath in an attempt to calm herself before settling back down again. He had physically felt both her grab the door clutch, and a spike of fear that came out of nothingness almost like a flash of lightning. It cracked down like thunder, and was gone as quickly as it came.

She didn't believe that it was safe, she didn't believe him either most likely, though such was understandable. Not wanting to stay any further than watching as the first of the soft tissue began to bleed red at the site of the wound, the holoform turned away again to look back at the road. "Do you like music?" Wanting to take her mind off of things, he asked. At the same time, he wondered if she listened to music at all. As far as he had observed, most teenagers enjoyed the sound of a good beat and something loud.

Soon another question had been answered in a way he didn't want to hear it. Sub-human? Lab rat? His form took right, nearing the base and picking up speed again as he rushed to get to it. Again, how would he explain this to the others? His holoform kept view on the road, wishing it much less human in order to hide his emotion right now. "Why did they do this to you?.. Did they find you on the street?.." Like he did? He began questioning further if this would be much like one of those she won't be missed, she's homeless cases, but even then she'd have a name wouldn't she? The scars built up on her were far less than his sorrow and behind it, anger. Though he felt like the holoform could just fall apart, instead, it looked as though Brandon's face had tightened a bit in order to hold in a few things so not to endanger.. Snow White as he drove. He wanted to turn around and find them. To dig them out of their hole and expose them for what they were, if the human law enforcement didn't take care of it from there, then perhaps he would.

Now he had to think of base sweet base, filled with more robots like him. Was it likely that something like this would give this lucky winner a stroke and or heart attack? "You don't scare easy when seeing things out of the ordinary, do you?.."

[Kokoro]

Still holding the tissue to the ridge above her eye, the wound had begun to reseal, and wasn't bleeding as much, although the tissue could now be classified as a mess. "I don't really listen to music..." She had, however, learned a bit on how to play the flute. Wasn't her first choice, but the one that called her Snowy though it appropriate, and so that what she'd learned. Not that she minded. It was the best part of her day - before they gave up on it. It was nice, though. The melodies were enchanting.

However, her thoughts on the more pleasant aspects of her life whisked away at his new questions, his new shock. Apparently, in his world, people weren't quite as mean. However, this realization didn't quite break through, a wave of rage overcoming her as he questioned her about her captors. "They did this," she gestured toward several visible scar marks, tracing the scratch along her cheek quickly, but delicately, the scratch up her arm, the older marks on her upper arms and face, less visible, but still there, "Because I'm different. I'm not like them, so they abuse me." With a slight growl, she added, "I'm glad I'm not like them. They created me so they could torture me, and I will never, ever stoop to that level of cruelty."

With a slight huff, she added one last thing, barely audible on human levels, a mutter to end her burst of anger. "After that, I don't know what normal is." Of course, she didn't count on the fact that the other 'species' she'd been crossed with being giant alien robots. She kinda thought maybe she was part bird or something. Wouldn't make much sense, but it's not like they told her.

Now, though, she wondered where he was taking her. Now she was awake and warm, though she was still in desperate need of sleep, the situation became more clear. This guy hadn't done anything too bad so far, but that didn't mean she could trust him. What if this was just another lab? What if this was just another test, just another way to break her down?

She'd spoken too much, and, with a slight gasp at this realization, she clamped her jaw shut. If this was a test... What would happen, back at the lab, now that they realized her resentment, now that they knew her anger... What if they deemed her an unsuccessful test, scrapped the project and killed her in her sleep to never dream a better life again? It would be the first humane thing they'd done in a long time.

However, now she wasn't sure what to believe. Friend, or enemy? Good, or bad? Where was she going, exactly? This man was a scout, of what army? She doubted most scouts just went around picking kids up off the street...

This was strange, and now she saw it.

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[Bumblebee]

Well, music might help the situation though of course it was far from his main goal. Soon enough, the inside of the alternate form found itself buzzing with random cut ins of different songs as the station worked to find itself a tune. A test, wondering how she might react, the holoform hadn't shown any sign of himself operating the sound system also looking as though Brandon wasn't really reacting to it much at all. Finally, a song found its way onto the speakers. "Shake, shake, shake, Señora, shake your body line. Shake, shake, shake, Señora, shake it all the time. Work, work, work, Señora, work your body line. Work, work, work, Señora, work it all the time." The music just went on from there, perhaps his small passenger might find it interesting in the very least if she didn't enjoy it?

Wait, created here? She didn't know what normal was, she described herself as a lab rat.. They created her? It's almost as if the universe was begging him to consider that this in fact be his child, one who shares a bond with him. If this was indeed his daughter, how had the obtained the materials and currency required for making a Techno Organic? Why in the name of Primus would they abuse such a creation?.. What pitiful group of humans did this to his Sparkling? What worthless, insubordinate criminals did this to his daughter?.. Who would take his material make up, create his child, deny him the knowledge of even knowing about it, and then just torture her for all of her existence? Was this MECH's doing?

Along with Kokoro's hot, pulsating anger came his own. It was a confused mix of anger, regret, sorrow, and pain, undeniable pain.. He said nothing, he could have done something to prevent what happened to her. He was too afraid, and of what? Was it really worth hiding and getting the results he was awarded? The holoform was silent, straight faced, eyes shining and wide with a glimmer which would have threatened a human being to startle a trickle down their face. Brandon glanced at the girl, then back on the road, hands clutching the top of the steering wheel. He had to test her, just to be sure, he had to know. "Can you hear me? If you can tell me what I said, then I'll answer whatever questions come up." He almost paused here and there, trying desperately not to imagine the horrors, her screams that he had heard before, the enduring of all that... //"I'm sorry..."\\

[Kokoro]

Music filled the vehicle. It wasn't the kind of music she knew, and she quirked an eyebrow at it, the sound an odd one, the lyrics too cheery, too happy. She did notice that he hadn't turned the thing on, and, while that had her a bit curious, she didn't say anything. Maybe there was a foot switch for it or something, or maybe it was tuned in on the conversation. She'd heard that there was some technology that recognized voice, though she'd never encountered it. If only she knew how wrong she was.

She made no comment on the music, only facially expressing the oddity of the sound, how contrasting it was. Instead, she focused on their little... Conversation. He'd just done it again - spoken to her mind, or wherever that sound came from. Telepathy was apparently all the rage this season. "You apologized. Why did you apologize? That tends to indicate guilt of some sort..." She didn't finish the sentence, instead looking at the holoform, suspicious.

Usually an apology was for if somebody had or was about to commit a wrong-doing. Considering she did not believe that he had, either she had earned his sympathy - which was impossible - or he was about to do something bad for her. She couldn't fight it, now. She'd allowed herself to get into the mess, but the realization hurt.

The first person that she thought that maybe, just maybe, might honestly be a good person, turning out not to be. Grey eyes focused on him sharply, but her body was relaxed, a trained reaction to the acknowledgment to coming pain, even, oftentimes, and unconscious reaction, like it was now.

She shook her head, slowly, before turning back, staring straight ahead, out the windshield. Maybe he torture wasn't over. Not yet. Maybe... Maybe he little taste of freedom was her last.

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[Bumblebee]

He tried not to key in on her expression too much, in hopes that he may not screw this up if she was who he thought she was. If she wasn't, well, then he'd be glad to get her some help all the same. The holoform remained quietly, keeping composure so not to appear stressed or tense no matter how much anxiety he had been experiencing lately. His bright blue eyes were a tad shifty, due to worry was he waited for the response that would change everything.

Bumblebee received his response alright, and with that the music has abruptly silenced itself after a split second of buzz like a scratched record and the alternate form almost lost all control. Having swerved, the mech took to the right before pulling off the side of the road safely. The holoform, which he had put great effort into keeping it from glitching due to twitch, was now staring at his passenger with some astonishment. The reaction he had received from her however, just wasn't the same. She seemed overall unfazed even though someone whom seemed to be a potential stranger, had just spoken through their bond, kin. What was odder than that, she seemed.. Almost let down, disappointed, and as if she were someone just waiting for whatever was to come to finally end. With that, the man's expression twisted into that of a concerned one, deciding her question deserved an answer. "For letting this happen to you." Even if it was vague at the moment, perhaps it might be best to wait for a colleague's input.. The holoform scanned the Techno Organic figure before him once more, pained, wondering just what all his refusal to tell others had brought upon this innocent victim. <"Ratchet?Are you awake? I need a ground bridge to base, I found my Techno Organic child, I think she's my Techno Organic child, and I- she's in dire need of nourishment and medical treatment. She doesn't have much right now, she doesn't even have a name, she needs clothing."> If anything, Bumblebee's scrambled message was quick and blown through. Probably not something clearly understandable when dropping a bomb like that nor appreciated, but overall a hint of fear mixed within it. He felt like the worst worthless, useless piece of scrap to ever be seen by the living optics of others. Especially after what had happened not so long ago, how he hadn't fought hard enough and allowed Megatron to escape..

[Kokoro]

The swerve in the vehicle threw her against the seat belt, the shock jolting her into a short panic as she flew back into her seat, her eyes wide as they hit the side of the road, her breathing suddenly fast and shallow, even though the vehicle was pulling over, slowing down, stopping. Why had everything suddenly started to move so... Slow... Though? Bracing herself against the door, she noticed that... The tomato soup effect had come back. She couldn't move... Everything was so slow...

What the hell was going on? The car finally stopped moving - or did it just slow down again? - and she had a few moments to look around - her neck wouldn't move, but her eyes would - and attempt to relax enough to find a way out of this death contraption, because she was pretty sure cars WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO DO THAT.

The guy started speaking again... she thought. She couldn't understand what he was saying, and honestly, right now, she didn't really want to. In panic mode, she scrambled for the belt buckle, missing with her hands a couple of times as her body moved really fast in real time, and over-reacted to her mind in her time. Over-reacted really slowly through the tomato soup matrix.

Nope, it was time to go. She didn't like this. Pain impulses hit her mind like a wall, and she flipped out all over again as her body rejected the impulses she was trying to force through, to make her move as fast as her mind was.

It didn't work, and that fact didn't help her calm down. After a bit of an impatient struggle, her hands finally found the belt buckle, her shining blue eyes watering slightly from the extra effort they were putting forth to life all of a sudden.

Yes, she was freaking out, and really, in her mind, it was probably better that she GET OUT OF THERE REALLY FAST.

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[Ratchet]

Ratchet woke up with quite a start, listening to Bumblebee's message. Something about a techno organic child? In his lapse of a heavy stasis, he didn't hear the part about said child possibly belonging to Bumblebee himself. <"Will do so right away Bumbebee, I'll check your coordinates at the deck. Give me a few."> he replied a moment or two later.

He quickly hopped out of his Cybertronian-style bed and trotted to the communications room where the Ground Bridge technology was stationed as it always had been. <"I have your coordinates on the screen. Activating now.">

[Bumblebee]

Although Ratchet sounded as if he only just woke up, thanks to his somewhat panicky goobely gock, Bumblebee was glad to hear of it as he readied to drive again. This girl, his kin, his kid, was going to obtain proper treatment. She would live, be alright hopefully for the most part, no more harm would ever come to her again. The holoform’s eyes matched that of his optics, relief and fear stirring about in them only to stop and set on the young teen. Fear rushed back again, trying to calmly figure out what was going on. Was she trying to avoid seizure of stroke? “H-Hey, are you okay? What’s going on?” He raised his hands, not too high, reaching out to try and aid her when she removed the seat belts. His form remained locked, worried that she might try to bolt. {“No, no, it’s okay! Calm down, I don’t think you’re going to react to Ratchet very well like that if you’re freaking out to begin with! You’re okay!”} Of course, only now deciding to speak through bond, having to remind himself of it. //”What’s going on? Are you okay? You have to calm down, I don’t want you hurting yourself, please. I’m taking you to a friend of mine, he’s a doctor. Really nice with kids but he gets kind of grumpy and he just woke up and you’ve gotta calm down kiddo.. I can’t treat a heart attack.”\\ If she were to come across one of those at this time and fall into coma or die, it’d probably just about kill him if only that. He would not be able to face that, not now that he had just found her! He rescued her and for her to die on him..

His form moved forward taking off towards the space bridge, easy at first so not to throw the girl back into her seat. The holoform reached forward again, moving to buckle her in whilst having an arm over her just in case any unwanted surprises jumped out at them and caused him to move around at high speeds or crash. <”Thanks Doc! Heading your way now!”> Unfortunately, he lacked the time and focus to fill Ratchet in on important details and also to let him know that this girl knew nothing of their existence.

He needed to call her something, now, he needed to calm her down. Something calming.. Something that meant something, a name that would catch her attention and distract her with that for the moment. //”Kokoro, you’ve got to calm down. Breath.. Can you hear me?”\\ It wasn’t hard from his position to look it up, hoping she wouldn’t hate it, hoping being called something other than Lab Rat would help.