Can't Run Away Forever

[illdriveyoushoot]

She takes the bus now, more often than not.

She'd sold her old bike, dragged her dad off for a 'new start'; pretty much vanished off the grid for a while. Mikaela had done as much as she'd been allowed to do, to get away and keep from being found.

Keep from being found by her friends, at least.

A part of her - the bitter part - is sometimes upset that they never did. That they never tried, never suspected. But then again, the way she had broken up with Sam, real and so very angry...

That same bitter part, while upset, isn't surprised she'd been so easily forgotten.

And then Chicago had happened, freedom had come with a price for everyone, and...

Well. Being left alone was more understandable, after that.

So now Mikaela takes the bus, to and from her little backwoods, podunk gas station/convenience store/one-car garage quick-e-mart, the best she can get on just a highschool degree in this economy, expunged record or not. She does register and occasional garage work, and she has a good shot at making manager in the spring. Her dad has his own place, finally, moving in with a woman with little patience and no tolerance for his crap.

She's too good for him, and Mikaela is happy for them.

But being on her own leaves her with too much time to think, and despite no lack of offers, hints, and the same old innuendos, she's had no one since Sam. She's lonely, and alone in a world where no one remembers or cares who she is or what she's given up.

In short, it sucks, and playing at 'normal' isn't at all what it's cracked up to be.

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[illdriveyoushoot]

Mikaela stares at him for a moment, expecting a more verbal response or objection. She colors a bit, slightly embarrassed by the outburst - but she doesn't regret the words.

"God, thank you. It's like you want to be stuck like that or something."

She stoops and picks the vacuum back up, playing with the catches before emptying the accumulated debris into another bin. She grimaces, glancing back up at him.

"...I'm not trying to be an ass, but it kind of worries me, Optimus."

[oneshallstand]

There's another stretch of silence. It's not so much Optimus is giving her the silent treatment, as he's trying to decide how to express his thoughts in words. It isn't easy, and he's distinctly aware it may be because Mikaela is human. Certainly, she is a friend, but his latest experiences with them have colored...

He exvents again, rubbing his face. Awareness of a bias can not always remove the bias, but it can help.

"Nor am I attempting to be difficult. I am still trying to sort out recent events and those which are occurring now. Forgive me," he adds, looking down at her. "It is not any fault of yours."

His bad, and he is trying.

[illdriveyoushoot]

Reluctantly, Mikaela nods. She doesn't really understand it, but given how much she's missed...

She shrugs, capping the vacuum and regathering her supplies.

"Just so long as you aren't really trying to to get rid of me or leave yourself like this, we're good."

Giving him a tentative smile, Mikaela moves to climb back up as long as he doesn't decide to object.

[oneshallstand]

"I am in no condition to move for some time," Optimus wryly notes, raising a hand to once again spot her. "Regardless of what is done at this point, it will do only so good without that rest."

And there's so few opportunities to take it for long periods of time.

[illdriveyoushoot]

"Right. Well, hopefully you actually can rest for a while. You should be left alone easy enough in here or out back."

If none of his mysterious enemies had chased Optimus down and blown the town apart by now, he might have actually escaped for the time being. Grateful for the supporting hand, Mikaela made her way up quickly enough; standing up on the huge mech's thigh, she was able to glance over his frame with a critical eye.

"So. Now that I've got all the crap out of that bullet hole, you want me to try and fix it up some more, or stick with cleaning out the others?"

She gestures over the larger wound that she had been vacuuming before.

"That one is still leaking a bit." Though noticeably not as bad as it was.

[oneshallstand]

Optimus considers this. He's probably just as 'safe' as he was in the junkyard; the only one who knows he's here is Mikaela, assuming that his holomatter didn't flicker and cause notice while en route. And while there's a part of him that screams wariness at any human at this point-

-Mikaela has done nothing but reaffirm her status as an ally. And if she were not, then it's already far, far too late to act on such.

"I think tending to the leaks will be best," he notes. He's lost too much material as-is to allow such to continue. "If this is taking some time, it may be best for me to remain here, in hiding, if possible."

While in alt, obviously.

[illdriveyoushoot]

"Gotcha."

Trading out the vacuum for pliers, wire crimps, and a roll of electrical tape, among other things, Mikaela starts the climb up his torso.

"...And yeah. Like I said, I'll do all I can, but I'm only going to physically be able to do so much so quickly." She half-shrugs, gesturing down at herself and the very fact that she's stuck climbing him in the first place.

"Even the bare minimum is gonna take a bit, and I would prefer to do a lot more than that."

[oneshallstand]

That sure is a wry almost-smile Optimus gives Mikaela. He's well aware of the difficulties presented. "So long as you are willing to try, I will appreciate your help. Until I can once again meet up with Ratchet and those Autobots still on Earth, I do not think there are many better options available."

So he's resigning himself - or trying to - staying here as long as she'll let him. Well, as long as he can, as well.

"And so long as you are aware that there is a danger," he adds, growing a bit serious. He wants - needs her to understand this.

[illdriveyoushoot]

"No offence Optimus, but it's kinda hard to forget."

She peers up at him for a moment, returning the expression with wry lips of her own.

"I'm perfectly aware that Decepticons or your mystery not-Sector Seven people could come exploding through here at any time." She gestures toward the blanked out garage doors idly.

"I haven't exactly forgotten Mission City and Egypt that quickly."

She can't hide the shiver at the memory entirely, but she forces it back down with a heavy sigh, giving the nearest intact part of Optimus' armor a pat.

"But I'm helping you anyway. Okay?"

[oneshallstand]

"Mmm."

That's an 'okay' in Primespeak, if the accompanying nod wasn't enough. He'd almost prefer Sector Seven, in that they weren't trying to outright kill his people.

Almost prefer. Given the choice, he'd take none of the above.

"I will do my best to not draw attention," he concludes, reaching up with a finger to - lightly - rub her back. Yes, he caught that shiver. No, he won't bring it up. He's concerned, but to push any further would be insulting.

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"Hm. Good." Her grin turns a little watery at the delicately attempted comfort, and she reaches around to rest a palm on a giant joint. It's always been so amazing how gentle they can be.

"...At least you're looking the part of a nondescript hunk of junk right now. Blue and red flames aren't exactly subtle," she teased with a wink, determined to break the mood. She was not going to cry in front of him again.

[oneshallstand]

That sure is a flat expression. "Your soldiers wear uniforms," he points out, thinking specifically of the colors that Lennox and Epps wore so proudly. "Ours are simply a different sort."

Though she is right; wearing such colors now would be suicide, which is why he's temporarily covered himself with dust and peeling paint.

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"Yeah, well, solders also have camouflage. A look you're pulling off pretty good right now, by the way," she says approvingly, giving the dingy exterior a pat as she makes her way back up to the blast wound. Giving him a grin she replaces her gloves and grips a penlight between her teeth, Mikaela starts working her in as far as she can reach to get at that leak.

"After all, you don't want to wear your 'dress blues' in the middle of a stealth mission, or whatever, right?"

It echos a bit weirdly, but keeping up the chatter should be a good distraction.

[oneshallstand]

Have another look, Mikaela. You remember who you're talking to, right? And then she's starting to move inside as he's shifting a bit, trying to keep aware of her as she disappears and he can't consciously move things out of the way as much-

"I would not be wearing this form at all," he points out. But he does understand the point she's making, or thinks he does. "Nonetheless-nhn."

Some part of her stepped on something sensitive again, and he has to repress a wince.

[illdriveyoushoot]

"-Sorry."

Mikaela winces in turn, not able to see nearly as much as she'd like, even with the light.

She doesn't like hurting him accidentally, for both his sake and her own. She's not unaware that one wrong flinch or twitch from him could easily sever something of hers. She tries not to think if it like that, but the thought is there, in the back of her mind.

But she reaches the leak readily enough, line split right down the middle and impaled on one of Optimus' own shattered internals.

"...ouch. That looks uncomfortable," she murmurs. Freeing it is quick enough, but aiding the repair work she can already see forming on the line takes a bit more finesse than she easily has in the confined space.

Electrical tape it is. Crimping the line on either side of the tear, Mikaela starts winding it around the line.

"It's called 'deep cover', Optimus. Something you should do if you're being specifically hunted somehow. Even I know that much."

[oneshallstand]

It's a definitely disturbing feeling; a crawling that's far from pleasant, but the knowledge that she's helping does wonders. So Optimus forces himself to the edge of tension and relaxation, holding himself still and simply holding back from what normally would involve a copious amount of shaking and writhing and trying to get the feeling out.

It's also becoming more and more obvious that if she did want to hurt him, she's could do so easily. Fatally. Trust wars with that tension, and his fingers curl in to low fists. Her banter is, at least, a distraction from that.

"As am I...as shown by my lack of such colors."

[illdriveyoushoot]

Oblivious to the external tension, Mikaela winds the tape rather quickly, pleased at how the line she's pinched back into shape between two fingers is retaining it's proper shape under it's honestly inadequate 'bandage'.

Ratchet would probably be using some sort of sealant polymer or adhesive mesh more easily absorbed by Optimus' systems, but they were gonna have to make do.

"Exactly. So I'm glad you are. Even if you're not looking like your usual, fabulously flame-deco'd self."

She grins despite her position, carefully snipping off the tape.

"Just try to resist changing back until we figure out what's going on, okay?"

[oneshallstand]

There's a short 'hnh' that could be a note of humor, but with Optimus, it's only ever so clear. Especially now, when he's hyperaware of the crawling in him. An audial twitches at the sound of scissors, though- perhaps?

No, he won't ask. She may think he's trying to hurry her.

"How bad...?" he asks instead, focusing optics towards the ceiling and trying to divert his attention there.

[illdriveyoushoot]

"Hmm. The line was split right down the middle. Your self repair was trying to close it up, but the angle wasn't good for it."

Biting her lip, Mikaela undoes the crimps holding the flow of Optimus' fluid back from the line. It swells, and a few beads of fluid escape the edge of the tape, but it otherwise seems to be flowing correctly.

She breaths out a sigh of relief.

"...Phew. Got it back into shape and wrapped up, and it looks like it'll be enough to hold it until you've rested enough to repair."

She adds another tight loop of tape around the leak as she speaks, before nodding in satisfaction and wiggling backwards.

"Coming out."

[oneshallstand]

There's another strange sensation, and his vents stutter at the renewed flow; only steel self-control keeps him in place, but there's no denying his own sound of relief when she mentions her progress. His optics shutter at the knowledge that there's only a few more moments of the odd feelings, and by the time she comes all the way out, he's noticeably sagged.

"...you will forgive me," he quietly drawls, "if I am in no hurry for you to do that again."

[illdriveyoushoot]

Mikaela squirms out with a gasp, resting against his plating as she wipes sweat from her brow with the back of a wrist. Her gloves are covered in his vital fluid, but she's managed to avoid getting on her skin.

"It's okay, I get you. Really." She waves a hand, giving him a weak smile. "I wouldn't really enjoy your torso up in my chest cavity myself."

Ignoring size difference, she really doesn't want to think about how the pain might translate over.

"How does it feel now, though? Fluid pressure holding steady?"

[oneshallstand]

He doesn't quite catch her smile or wave, with his optics dimmed to nothing; still, he may not need to. Optimus makes another sound that could be an attempt at that earlier 'hnh', but it falls flat as he puts his mind to the system scan.

"...the levels have improved. Time will tell, at this point," he allows, sounding...tired. And he is.

Her ability to hurt him if she chose to do so hasn't changed, but without her so much in him, it's far less present- and far easier for his trust of her to rise above that.

[illdriveyoushoot]

"That's a relief."

She grins at that, wide and honest. Climbing down to his more-or-less level thigh, she starts wiping down her gloves and tools, prepping for the next spot.

Because there were, unfortunately, still plenty of wounds left to choose from.

"Now just tell me there aren't any others as bad as that one."

[oneshallstand]

And that is an understatement.

Optimus' optics flicker back towards the ceiling as he considers her words, and then the readouts. Finally he can admit, "That seems to be the worst. There are other leaks, but none near so serious."

Indeed, with the renewed flow of energon, he can feel his self-repair activating again and tapping in to his energy reserves. Which are running low, all told; recharge is imminent, but he pushes it back for nwo.

[illdriveyoushoot]

"Point me to the next-worst, then? If you can tolerate another."

She frowns, noting his exhaustion. Even the vibrations of his frame, carrying up through her feet feel sluggish. Mikaela silently adjusts her mental note about how much pain he may have actually been in while she leaned inside his metal organs.

"I'd rather get as many of those fixed at once as I can, to keep your fluids where they belong."