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Forgotten--A TFP Fan Fiction, Part One ch.8

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Summary: The humans see a cute, yet rather peculiar side of Gira they never expected.

 

Rated: M overall for violence, some future gore, and sexual content.

 

**This chapter is rated K+ for some mild material**

 

Transformers characters © Hasbro

Gira © Me

 

PART ONE: MYSTERIOUS

Chapter 8

 

 

    “Uh...” Hot Rod neither knew what to do nor say. He just stared into the single optic looking back at him. When had Subject G-1 woken up? For all he knew, she may have been awake the entire time. Now she was just...looking at him, really looking at him. Her one eye focused on him, blinking quickly as if not to miss a single detail. Hot Rod tried not to look too uncomfortable in case it bothered G-1, but he didn’t find a one-eyed test subject staring at her any comforting either.

    “H-Hello...” he managed to say after a while. “U-Um...I, uh, hope you rested well. You’ve, uh, you’ve just had a bath, and I am taking you back to your cell, a-and I will give you your daily ration of Energon, just as The Boss ordered. O-Okay...? Or, or do I take you to the refuel lounge like the femme who washed you said? I...I don’t know where to go...” He looked to subject G-1; she was still looking at him, this time her mouth slightly ajar, but no sound emanating from it, only light breathing. Then he was surprised when she suddenly rested her head against his shoulder. He held his breath; was she...cuddling him? He swallowed and tried to hide his blushing, briefly glancing somewhere else. His focus was instantly brought back on her when he heard her breathily whisper one word.

    “....Onny....”

    His optics widened. He remembered her screaming back in the laboratory during the experiment. Was he this Onny G-1 was crying for? When she was scared and hurt...was she calling out for him to save her? Had they met in the past? He became very frightened by this and hurriedly stepped off of the elevator, deciding to head for the refueling lounge; he figured G-1 would be more comfortable there rather than back in her cell.

    When they entered the refueling lounge, it was completely empty. No one else was there, nor was there any evidence that someone had been there before them. Hot Rod went to the nearest table and gently placed her down. “Uh, wait here while I get you some cubes,” he told her and ran an even pace to the Energon cube dispenser. He imagined she must be very low on fuel because of her ‘experiments’, so he decided four cubes would be enough. As he waited for each cube to be dispensed, he constantly glanced back at G-1; she was just sitting there, staring at her hands with a blank expression on her face. He couldn’t help wondering what she could be thinking. Was she regretting what she did back in the laboratory? Was she wondering how she did it just as he was? He had so many questions, but he was terrified to ask any. Onslaught’s words repeated in his mind.

    Hot Rod carried the cubes to the table and placed them down slowly before Subject G-1, then took a seat. For a while, she just stared at the cubes, as if she wasn’t sure if these were really for her. “It’s okay,” he said. “These are all for you. Go ahead. I am sure you need refueling.” Her single optic widened as if she was surprised to hear such a thing, and she slowly took hold of one cube and drank from it. Hot Rod smiled as he watched her carefully suck the cube dry; he didn’t know what, but there was something about her that he found rather adorable. He wondered how someone with a face like hers could be a merciless slaughterer. But then he reminded himself that she somehow butchered Driller and Scorcher. Did she do it with her special ability? What is her ability? This battered femme alone had his mind-processor buzzing with questions.

    With one cube empty, G-1 placed it aside and grabbed another, drinking it down. “My, you must have really needed refueling. Was a lot of your energy spent on the experiments, or did they starve you?” Then Subject G-1 placed the cube down on the table, a loud clap echoing throughout the refueling lounge. Hot Rod slightly jumped at the sound and noticed G-1’s helm hung over her lap, and she drummed her fingers lightly on the cube. “oh...I’m sorry. It’s probably not my place to say. Forgive me.” Subject G-1 remained in that position for a while. Then Hot Rod gathered as much courage he had to ask her, “Why did you call me Onny?”

    Subject G-1’s fingers stopped rapping on the cube and held a firm grip. Hot Rod’s spark skipped a pulse. Had he been too bumptious, asked one question too many? He now dreaded ever opening his mouth and feared G-1 would use her unique ability on him whatever it may be. He quickly averted his optics and winced, waiting to be slaughtered like the rest.

    “Friend...”

    Hot Rod heard a faint, raspy voice and looked up at Subject G-1. “F-Friend?” he asked. G-1 slowly lifted her helm, and her single optic locked onto his; the adorable behavior he had seen in her only moments ago had completely vanished. There was only a deep stare now. “Does ‘Onny’ mean ‘friend’?”

    “You should know, boy. You are Cybertronian, are you not?”

    Hot Rod sharply gasped at the sudden voice and turned to find Onslaught towering over him. “uh...y-yes sir, I am Cybertronian. Just like you and Subject G-1,” he stammered.

    “What the slag are you doing here in the refueling lounge when you were specifically instructed to return Subject G-1 back into its cell and give it its daily ration of Energon? Four cubes is not its daily ration!” grunted Onslaught.

    Hot Rod lowered his gaze and eyes G-1; her head now hung over her lap once more, her optic no longer seen. “A-Apologies, Onslaught, sir. I just assumed G-1 would be more comfortable here than in he—its cell.”

    “Foolish boy,” Onslaught scoffed, “that little mongrel does not deserve comfort! It deserves what it is given: a dark cell and barely half of an Energon cube! You may not like them, but it is required to have these living conditions. It’s lucky to have a cell at all, or else we could through it into the pit on the bottom floor where all the worthless, decayed Subjects lay! That little beast is living life at its fullest in a cell, it’s lucky to have any rations at all while some Subjects don’t get any for several days! And do you know why that is, boy?”

    Hot Rod swallowed hard; he tried to control his angry shaking. He hated hearing this sparkless slag-head constantly refer to G-1 as an it and not by her gender, whether it’s required or not. So much for showing sympathy. “Because...” he began, “the Boss is fond of...it.”

    Onslaught nodded. “Precisely. That thing’s murderous talent is what causes the Boss’s admiration towards it, so he wants to keep it as alive as possible while also punishing it. That savage is chained up and kept in the dark for so long for a reason, and it is about time for it to return.”

    Hot Rod looked from Onslaught to Subject G-1. Had she blocked out or listened closely to each word Onslaught spoke? If so, how could she stand listening to him insult her like that? If it were him, he would kill him on the spot. Perhaps she trained herself to pay no mind to the insults unless it triggered a phase, which Hot Rod prayed it wouldn’t.

    “Yes, sir,” Hot Rod nodded and quickly got up from the table, walking around it to where Subject G-1 sat. “Uh, come on...it’s time we go back.” G-1 only sat there looking at her hands. “Please, get up,” he begged. When she still didn’t get up, Onslaught shoved him aside and grabbed Subject G-1 by her shoulder and lifted her up from the table, and tossed her down beside Hot Rod. She landed without making a sound. Hot Rod had only hoped she didn’t hit her head; he figured if hitting her in the head would release her from a phase, then it could also allow her to slip into one.

    “If you don’t start walking, I will drag you all the way back to your cell, wench! And don’t you dare help it up, kid. It’s got legs of its own and it can use them!” Onslaught bellowed angrily.

    Hot Rod watched G-1 slowly get to her hands and knees, then rose to her feet, hunched over with her hands hanging by her side. Then he got to his feet, and both he and Onslaught led Subject G-1 out of the refueling lounge.

     

    ~~~

     

    ~Gira’s POV~

     

    I have no idea how long I have stayed in my quarters. I am so used to time passing by so slowly that it feels like minutes at one point and then seconds at another. After many years apparently, I enjoy solitude. It allows me to clear my head and gather my thoughts; plus, I feel safer when I am alone. Yes, lovely solitude. The only difference to this solitude is that it is warm and bright. It will take time getting used to. But why would I want to leave my haven where I can converse with myself? I do not wish to speak to anyone; I do not feel like it at all. I am still flustered from a short while ago. I remember. I didn’t mean to fuss at Ratchet like that when he was only trying to help like the good medic he was—he is. But I do not need his help. Now that I think about it, I feel like I recall hearing someone knocking on my door and calling to me; it may have sounded like Ratchet’s voice, but when I try to remember, the voice is distorted and unclear. Oh, well. No point in making my mind-processor ache trying to remember.

    I hear the sound of three revving engines enter the base, followed by laughter. I lift my head from my lap and listen. Arcee, Bulkhead and Bumblebee must have returned with their human companions. What are their names? Who cares. I don’t want to see them. Or anyone.

    I like my solitude.

    My aching fuel tanks interrupt my thoughts and I hug it tightly, begging it mentally to shut up. I am not in need of refueling now...I refueled not too long ago...I’m not that desperate...

    Am I?

    My fuel tanks continue calling out for Energon, and then I suddenly remember how delicious the cubes in their refuel lounge were. I start to feel desperation overwhelm me all over again, and I begin to struggle opening my own door.

     

    ~Jack’s POV~

     

    Raf, Miko and I ride our way into the base on our guardians, laughing like crazy. Before we pulled in, we all had a race to see who was the fastest bot on wheels. Even though Bumblebee won when he entered the mountain first, we all had a good time; and we know it was a good time when Miko doesn’t complain about losing.

    I take off my helmet and step off of Arcee; not long after, she transforms. Miko and Raf hop out of Bulkhead and Bumblebee and they transform into their robot modes as well.

    “That race was awesome!” Miko exclaims, pumping her fists.

    “I didn’t know you could go that fast, Bee,” Bulkhead chuckles, patting Bee on the back. Bumblebee bleeps something that I still do not understand, and Raf translates that he said he gets a little competitive in races.

    “Yeah, well, you got lucky this time, Bee!” Miko says, pointing a threatening finger at him. “Next time, Bulkhead and I will cream you and Raf!”

    “Have you all been racing again?” says Ratchet. “Have you all forgotten what happened the last time there was racing involved?”

    I remember it well, when Vincent challenged me twice to a race. Arcee helped with the first race but refused to help the second, so I borrowed Bumblebee, and all kinds of trouble happened when we realized the Con Knock Out was in the race, too. We all received a serious lecture from Optimus that night. I had never heard his voice go that deep and scary.

    “Relax, Ratchet,” Bulkhead says. “It wasn’t an actual race. Just a bit of fun.” Ratchet only sputters a scoff and returns to watching the monitor.

    So, where’s the new girl?” Miko asks.

    “If you mean Gira, she is back in her quarters,” Ratchet replies, “but I strongly advise you not to disturb her.”

    “Why not?”

    “Because I said so!”

    “Uh, not a good enough reason, Ratchet.”

    “She is not in the best of moods right now.”

    “Well, she has to come out sometime!”

    “Believe me, Miko,” Ratchet adds, “you do not want to pester her. The least she could probably do is chew your head off.”

    “She’d harm us? But I thought she was one of you guys,” I say.

    “No, Jack,” Arcee tells me, “Gira has no affiliation. She is neither Autobot nor Decepticon; and her behavior can change suddenly without warning, which makes her unpredictable.”

    Suddenly there is this loud bang that makes all of us jump. We all turned in the direction it came from and we saw a blur rush by shouting “NEED ENERGON!” It takes us all a moment to realize it was Gira who had raced by.

    I look up at Arcee and she shrugs at me. “You see what I mean?”

    “I do,” I reply with a nod.

    Then we all head into the refuel lounge where the Autobots fill up on Energon, and we find Gira chugging down one cube after another like some starving animal. When she finishes one, she tosses it aside and snatches another.

    “Talk about greedy,” Miko says, putting her hand on her hip.

    “She’s already gone through ten cubes,” Raf gasps and Bee beeps in agreement—I think.

    I glance up at Arcee and she is fuming, but she isn’t doing anything to stop Gira. I had heard about what happened between the two of them when Gira started greedily consuming the Energon. Perhaps ‘Cee is heeding Optimus’s advice still...even though I can tell she clearly hates it.

    After another few more cubes, Gira comes to a stop and wipes her mouth, panting heavily. Then she looks first at the bots and hangs her head sheepishly. “Sorry,” she mutters. “I did it again...”

    “Don’t worry,” Bullhead tells her. He seems okay with her taking the Energon for herself. “Optimus says we have plenty. If you need ten-plus cubes, go ahead.” It doesn’t seem to make Gira appear any less guilty.

    Then she looks at us and seems afraid. Guess she’s still not used to us. Raf takes a step towards her and she scoots back some. “Hey, Gira,” he says friendly. “It’s me, Raf. Remember? We met the other day?” Gira tries to avoid his eyes by looking off somewhere else or by staring at her hands. “You don’t have to be scared of us. We won’t hurt you,” Raf continues, resting a hand on her leg. I honestly expected her to spaz and jump back, but instead she sits there, as if she is letting him get so close. Is she trying to get comfortable with him? Soon, she looks at him and seems to have relaxed, for she suddenly scoops him up gently and holds him close to her face. She blinks at him with her one eye and starts curiously poking him. He starts laughing and she continues as a small smile starts to spread on her face.

    I hear a faint chuckle and look up, realizing it had come from Ratchet; plus, he is also smiling as he watches Gira play with Raf. He surely seems happy about something. Then he notices me looking at him, and he clears his throat and the smile goes away.

    Gira eventually frees Raf and crawls over to us, then Miko and I introduce ourselves once again to her in case she had forgotten. She keeps looking away and timidly waves at us. Then Bumblebee bleeps something and offers her his hand. I guess he is asking if she needs help getting up.

    Gira begins to reach out, then she reluctantly pulls away and gets up herself. “N-No...Bumblebee...Thank you, though...”

    “Have you had enough?” Arcee asks, resting a hand on her hip.

    Gira hangs her head and twiddles with her fingers. “I’m sorry...I didn’t mean to, Arcee...I just...I couldn’t help myself...” she says softly. Arcee rolls her eyes and walks off. Then Gira looks up at Bulkhead. “Is she mad at me?” she asks.

    “Not sure,” he replies. “Just steer clear of her for a while, okay? Come on.” He and Bumblebee guide her out and we follow, reentering the main hangar.

    Miko pulls out a deck of cards and shuffles them. “Time to make a tower! Nobody disturb me!” She sits on the floor near the wall and gets to work, balancing cards together and stacking them to make a two-dimensional pyramid.

    “Bumblebee, go with Bulkhead and help clean up the mess in the lounge,” Ratchet orders the others, and they nod and head off in that direction.

    Gira perks up and goes to them. “Oh, I-I should clean it up...I-I made it in the first place...” she points out, her voice becoming softer and softer.

    Bumblebee bleeps something and Bulkhead nods in agreement. “Bee is right,” he says. “You still need to recover a little more from your arrival. We’ll take care of it.” The two head off, and Gira sighs.

    “Do not worry about it,” Ratchet says to her. “I understand your desperation can come and go, especially if your systems are out of balance.”

    “How would you know...?” she asks, appearing fairly surprised.

    “I have had a few patients with the same condition,” Ratchet replies. “I have seen it many times during the War. It is nothing I am unfamiliar with. Oh, and Agent Fowler is stopping by for a progress report.”

    “Again?” Miko groans from her spot.

    “Who’s this Agent Fowler?” Gira asks.

    “He is our liaison to the human world,” Ratchet says. “He stops by for progress reports on any Decepticon activity...”

    “Or if the bots make a big boo-boo somewhere during their missions,” Miko adds.

    Ratchet turns to Gira as he heads off into his laboratory. “I am not certain of how he will react seeing you. Be sure to freshen up before he arrives.”

    Gira nods slowly, then becomes interested in what Miko is doing. She kneels down to us and asks, “What is she doing with those tiny colored rectangles?”

    “Didn’t you hear? She’s making a tower of cards,” I explain.

    “And she’s already made it halfway,” Raf says.

    “Quit yapping over there!” Miko barks. “I need to concentrate!”

    Gira flinches and looks down at the floor for a moment. “Ah, don’t worry about her. She’s like that sometimes...Wait, scratch that. Make that most of the time.”

    “I heard that!”

    Raf and I chuckle, but Gira looks at us oddly, wondering what is it we find funny. Then she asks if she can get a closer look to watch Miko; Raf and I agree this can’t do really any harm. “Just try not to distract her. She can get a bit feisty,” I warn her. She nods and starts slowly crawling over to Miko, then stops a few meters behind her, observing silently.

    After a short while, Miko is on her toes, adjusting the last few cards into place, then backs away grinning; I don’t think she realizes who is directly behind her. “It is finished! In a record time, too!” Miko cheers for herself, and we applaud her for completing her...er...masterpiece.

    Gira must’ve thought that since she sees us celebrating, it’s okay for her to celebrate, too, for then she lets out a loud “YAY!”

    Miko yelps and jumps back into the wall—directly into her tower of cards. Raf and I stand there motionless as the floor—and Miko—are showered in playing cards before everything settles. Nothing of the tower remains, not even the base. Gira seems to find it funny because then she covers her mouth with both hands and giggles. However, Miko does not find one bit of this funny; Raf and I start to back up when her cheeks turn bright red.

    Then she spins around to Gira and bellows, “WHAT IN THE FRAG WAS FOR?!”

    Raf and I do not expect what happens next.

     

    ~Raf’s POV~

     

    Jack and I both flinch when Miko screams at Gira; I have never heard her raise her voice that high before. Half of me feels sorry for her; she did work hard on that tower, but it’s no reason to yell at someone who’d only been here not even for three days.

    But before Jack and I can do or say anything, Gira reacts. She yelps and scoots away from Miko, her hands against her chest as if protecting herself, and her eye is really big in fright. Suddenly blue Energon tears fill her eye as her bottom lip starts trembling, and she whimpers, “D...Duh...Don’t yell...!”

    She turns away from us, her hands curling into loose fists as she presses them against the side of her head. “P-Please don’t yell at me like that!” she says with a quiver in her voice. We look at Miko, and we see she is equally confused as we are. We focus on Gira again when she speaks—or, more so squeaks—again. “B-But why...? I haven’t done...anything wrong...!” Her whimpers become more audible, then she starts crying.

    Jack glares at Miko. “Nice going,” he says, obviously sarcastically.

    “Hey, I didn’t mean to make her cry! Not my fault she’s so sensitive,” Miko spits back; she’s clearly still peeved about the cards.

    Gira inhales a sharp sob as she rubs the tears from her single eye. “I, I don’t...” she stammers between sobs, “I-I don’t l-like being...y-yelled at...by anyone...!” Her cries intensify and her body starts shaking; Miko must’ve really scared her. I never knew getting yelled at makes her this upset.

    Miko wrinkles her nose and rolls her eyes as she walks over to us and nudges Jack. “Man,” she says, “if she cries this much whenever she’s yelled at, then she is such a big crybaby.” Gira yelps, indicating she had heard what she said. Miko laughs and Jack snickers, and I glare at them both, telling them it isn’t funny at all.

    We all jump when Gira lets out a loud wail and scurries for a corner of the base. “W-Why are you being to m-mean to meeeeee?!” she cries, hugging herself tightly. “I don’t like you anymore! Y-You’re all just horrible! Onny...!” She flops onto her side, still hugging herself. “I want my Onnyyyyy!”

    “Guys, you made it worse,” I exclaim at Jack and Miko.

    “Who’s Onny?” Jack asks.

    Then Ratchet rushes in. “What happened?!” he asks, and I tell him that Miko made Gira cry because she yelled at her. Ratchet gives Miko a nasty look, then he goes to Gira and tries calming her down. “It’s alright, Gira,” he says gently.

    “O-O-Onnyyyyy,” Gira whines with a hiccup.

    “Onny is on patrol, but he’ll be back soon,” Ratchet tries soothing her. He manages to relax her as she starts to unfold in his lap, clinging to him and whimpering. I smile a little at how Ratchet cares about her like she was his own. Then that look of care becomes anger again. “What were you think, Miko?!”

    “She made me knock over my tower of cards!” Miko argues.

    “That is no excuse to upset her!”

    “How was I supposed to know she’s a crybaby?!”

    “Would you want to be treated this way?!” Then, before Miko can retaliate, the proximity sensor goes off, silencing everyone. Ratchet sighs as he helps Gira to her feet. “He’s early,” he mutters. I know what this meant; Fowler has arrived.

     

    ~Fowler’s POV~

     

    I steady my copter as it nears the landing pad atop the Autobot base. I arrive to receive the weekly progress report from the bots; although lately it’s all been the same. But it’s my job to receive information on the Decepticons and deliver that information to my superiors at the Pentagon. Still, I expect nothing new to have happened.

    I land the copter steadily onto the pad and shut off the engine. Then I hop out and step onto the platform, waiting for it to lower and take me into the base. Not long after, I feel the platform start to go down, me with it. I stand there folding my arms over my chest, waiting for it to reach the bottom. This is how it’s been recently: I arrive, the bots give me the same old news, and then I leave. It’s become so common I can replay each moment back in my mind; it’s like I am living in a broken record.

    I arrive at the bottom of the elevator, and the doors open. I head for the rails as I look around. As expected, nothing completely out of the ordinary. “Prime!” I shout, waiting for the big guy to come. Instead of Prime, Ratchet steps up. “Where’s Prime?”

    “He is currently out on patrol,” the doc replies just as Bulkhead, Arcee and Bumblebee enter the main hangar, “and will not be back until later this evening.”

    “Since when did Optimus start doing the late shifts?”

    “Ever since Decepticon activity has suddenly vanished,” Ratchet tells me. “He has to be absolutely certain none are around.”

    “So nothing new still, doc?” I say with a sigh of boredom. Then I notice an uneasy look on Ratchet’s face. I raise a brow and lean against the rail. “What is it, Ratchet?”

    “Well...something did happen,” he says, his optics having a hard time focusing on me. “Something non-Decepticon related. Do you remember the mysterious object that fell into Earth’s orbit and crashed into the Everglades?”

    I blink. “What? Something crashed to Earth and none of you informed me about it?!”

    “We never told you?”

    “No!”

    Ratchet turned to the others. “Bulkhead, I thought I told you to inform Fowler about the pod!”

    I thought you told Arcee!” Bulkhead retaliates.

    “I wasn’t even in the same room with you all after we found the thing!” Arcee protests.

    Bumblebee bleeps something I do not understand, and I roll my eyes. “Would you all just get to the flipping point?!” I exclaim. “Did you find the dang pod?”

    “Yes, we did,” Arcee nods.

    “And what was inside?” I ask.

    “More like, ‘who’ was inside,” Bulkhead says.

    Before I can retaliate, I pause at the sound of a whimper, one I haven’t heard before. As I was about to ask, Ratchet peers behind him. He speaks softly, as if he was talking to someone. I try to peer behind him but I do not see well.

    Then Ratchet looks at me, clearing his throat. “Fowler...” he says, and he steps aside, “this is what was inside that pod.”

    As Ratchet moves aside, I see a small female bot, a bit smaller than Arcee, playing with her hands and shyly glancing at me; she has a sort of fearful expression on her face as if I am going to jump and bite her. Her armor is all sorts of bright colors, and she has a metal patch over her left eye. I figure it was from the great War for Cybertron Prime had once told me about. “Well, I’ll be dipped...” I mutter.

    “This is Gira,” Ratchet explains. “We found her wounded inside of the pod. She is still adjusting to everything, so pardon her if she seems uneasy around you.”

    “She an Autobot?” I ask, and the female bot named Gira shakes her head no. “Is she a Con?!” Gira flinches when I raise my voice.

    “No, Fowler,” Ratchet says, “she is neither. She has lived before the war ever started, and never took part. That is why she has no insignia.”

    From before the war?! From what Prime has told me, that was eons ago. She should appear as old as Optimus himself! “Now wait just a coin-flipping second,” I say, waving my finger. “If she existed before the war, then why does she have the face of my 16-year-old niece?!”

    “You have a niece?” Bulkhead asks.

    “I like to keep my family business private.”

    “That remains a mystery to us as well,” Ratchet says.

    Gira continues to act timid and tries to hide behind Ratchet, but he encourages her to approach me. She only whimpers and hides further away. Looks like we have a serious shy one here. She’s acting like a child lost in the mall.

    “So, aside from her arrival, nothing else has happened?” I ask, getting back on topic.

    “Nothing else,” Ratchet echoes.

    “I’ll tell ya what else has happened!” I hear Miko exclaim and look down to where the kids are, and she looks pretty ticked off about something. “Gira made me mess up on my tower of cards!”

    “Oh, let it go already, Miko,” Jack groans.

    “You can always make another one,” says Rafael. “Now stop yelling before you make her cry again.”

    “She cried because she got yelled at by a human?” I say with a chuckle. “There’s something you don’t see every day.”

    Then I notice Gira tearing up in her one eye and she quivers. “Y-You’re mean...!” she whimpers and hides behind Ratchet to cry. Then he gives me an ugly look.

    “What did I do?!” I exclaim.

    “I told you, she isn’t completely comfortable around you or the children,” Ratchet tells me, almost in an irritated tone. “You didn’t have to upset her.”

    “How am I supposed to know just how sensitive she is?!” I retort. Then Gira rushes off sobbing to the elevator shaft that leads up and out of the base, opening and slamming the door manually.

    “Gira!” Ratchet calls out, then sighs out of frustration. “Great, who knows how long she’ll stay up there. Possibly through the night.”

    I look at him funny. “She’ll stay out that long?”

    Ratchet nods with a softer sigh. “She likes her solitude...”

     

     

    A/N: SOOOOO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG GUYS! Anyway, I hope you all like it; and what do you think of Gira’s cute side?

heeeeeere's chapter 8 after a bazillion eons! XD

lemme know what you think, please!
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YOU MADE THIS WONDERFUL STORY? I just read it on Fanfiction. :glomp: