Reborn An Autobot (Jazz X OC) [DISCONTINUED]

45. How?

I grumbled as Ratchet forced me to sit on the cybertronian sized bed. I sat, arms crossed and optics glaring at the floor in annoyance.

And I thought today was going so well.

"Yes?" I suddenly heard Ratchet say as he was setting things up. I looked up and saw his servo to the side of his helm. He rolled his optics in annoyance.

"Well, I hope to see them return tomorrow." Ratchet grumbled, "Good." He said before turning off his comlink.

I watched him organize things with a little more annoyance than before. I wondered if I would push his annoyance too far by questioning what happened.

I decided I was too curious not to ask.

"What was that about?" I questioned.

He glared at me slightly, which I expected.

"Seems as though the C-17 Optimus' team was flew in to get to Chernobyl has taken some damage, unfit for flying so they will not be returning to base till tomorrow." Ratchet said.

"So, well that sucks." I said.

All he did was nod, finishing getting everything organized as he likes to.

"So, as usual, I am going to ask, has anything been unusual or abnormal in your daily routine?" Ratchet asked, still moving things.

I stiffened, my optics widening.

How... how did I not realize?

Until Ratchet pointed it out, I did not even notice it. Suddenly, tons of oddities on my daily life came to mind.

Wanting to eat more metal than usual, something I had not even realized had been happening more and more closely together these past few months.

The sudden bursts of emotion, at Mikaela's place, when the twins pranked me, my frustration at projects and exploding them, when Jazz returned back to base...

"No." I said, doing my best to control my voice, lost in my thoughts.

I guess I didn't hide my reaction well, because Ratchet turned, one servo on a hip as he began to employ his Hatchet glare before it vanished, replaced with concern.

I did not know what my expression showed right now, as I continued to think and point out many, many things off about my schedule recently, lost in my thoughts.

I absentmindedly blocked the bond between Jazz and I as soon as this hit me, knowing this is something I would like to keep to myself.

The nausea at random points, anything human food and the hit to the stomach by Mikaela that I felt in my holoform as well...

"Dustwing, are you alright?" Ratchet suddenly asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

I looked up at Ratchet quickly, not having realized how much I had been pulled into my thoughts.

I looked away, realizing I had tangled my servos together tightly to cover the slight shaking in them.

What happened to me?

What is different?

"Dustwing." Ratchet said sternly, making my shoulders tense.

"I... don't know, Ratchet, alright?" I said angrily, glaring at him. He blinked, pulling me from my anger as quickly as it hit.

"Sorry." I said sadly, looking down.

I felt him place a servo on my shoulder, "Something has been up for months, Dustwing. You have been excellent at dodging check ups, so I have not been able to question you. As annoying as that is, clearly something is bothering you." Ratchet said, his voice a cross between annoyed and worried.