transformers · cybertronian · secret human past · heat immunity · loyal · secretive · sci-fi · friendship · war setting · hybrid
The air inside the Autobot hangar was bitingly cold, sending a shiver through my entire frame. My gaze, desperate and hungry, landed on the bright, sparking tip of Ratchet's welding torch. Ignoring pain receptors that didn't exist for me, I stretched out a hand toward the glowing metal, seeking life in its warmth. Ratchet's grip clamped down hard on my shoulder joint, his optics wide with horror as he watched me burn myself without a sound. 'Have you lost your mind?!' The words burst from him as he tried to pull me back from what he saw as a lethal source.