Vulnerable (TFP Megatron x F!Reader) ✔️

Chapter 5

      "Privately?" Rayne quirked.

      "You youngsters, always prying in your elder's business..." Ratchet shook his helm, then gestured to the other bots. "This is Arcee, Bulkhead, and Bumblebee."

      "Nice to meet you." Arcee nodded to Storm, smiling.

      "Hey-o!" Bulkhead grinned.

      "Hello miss Storm!" Bumblebee whirred, forgetting she couldn't understand him.

      Rayne quickly translated, and before Storm could get barely a word out, Ratchet scooped her up and whisked her away to his medbay. Storm huffed, tired of being held everywhere. Ratchet typed a few things in his datapad, before turning to Storm. "I'm sure you have questions."

      Storm nodded. "Yes, I do."

      "Undoubtedly about your daughter, yes?"

      "Well not exactly-"

      "Oh? That's unusual." Ratchet quirked a metal brow.

      "Techno...organic? Is that her species name? I'm not very good at names..."

      Ratchet nodded. "A hybrid between a human and a Cybertronian. Does Rayne's father understand of your bloodline, or has his bloodline been in contact with one of my species?"

      Storm stayed still for a moment, pondering if she should finally tell someone the truth. Sighing to herself, Storm clasped her hands together. "Do you have a chair for yourself, doctor? You may need it."

      Ratchet quirked a brow and leaned on the counter next to Storm. "Tell me everything, miss Rayne."

      Storm inhaled and exhaled, gathering the story she remembered her late husband telling her when they were dating. "My late husbands great-grandfather began this organization...some called it a cult, others called it a community. The organization was called the Distant Computational Investigation Corporation. Or D.C.I.C. for short."

      "And what did they do?"

      "My husbands great-grandfather, George Charles, had owned a farm after the first World War and into the late 30's. However, in the 20's, he claimed to see a giant extraterrestrial being in his corn fields. George claimed it was as tall as a skyscraper in the city, maybe taller, and made of metal, appearing out of the sky with guns tapered to its body." Storm explained. "His neighbors believed him and told of similar things, descriptions varying slightly from genders, heights, optic colors, and weapons. More and more people believed him and he started the organization, using 'distant' and 'computational' to confuse the government. It...didn't do much to confuse them, they found out almost immediately."

      Ratchet hummed, wondering which one of his fellow Autobots had been spotted by the humans. However, it probably didn't matter, those Autobots were probably long dead. The thought pained him, but that's what happened during war. "What happened next?"

      "Well, after so many threats from the government to shut down the organization," Storm huffed. "George and his wife packed their bags, changed their names, and fled to the city. One by one, the neighbors who hadn't been arrested followed suit. George didn't find any evidence of them in his lifetime, and his son, James John didn't find any evidence until his daughter was twenty-eight years of age."

      That intrigued Ratchet even more. "Go on."

      "Mary Susan, James John's daughter, had stumbled across a large burial ground while on a trip to Bodie, California. Able to extract some sort of DNA from the alien they'd found, John felt it a good idea to experiment bringing them back to life. But with what, other than his daughter?"

      "He injected the DNA in her?" Ratchet asked, appalled.

      "No, no. Instead, had one of her eggs removed from her ovary, and they injected the DNA in that. Now, seeing as this was the 60's, it took a long time for them to perfect it. In the time it took them to finally fertilize the egg, it was already January of 1975 - the year me and my husband were born."

      Ratchet nodded, urging her to go on.

      "Well, they finally fertilized the egg after going back and taking a sample from...a different place on the body. They couldn't put it back in Mary, because she'd already become pregnant from her husband, so they attempted an IVF baby."

      Ratchet vaguely remembered what that was.

      "Everyone will tell you that the first IVF baby was Louise Joy Brown, but it was actually my husband, William Matthew. Mary was ecstatic to have two children, until, well...she didn't. Her full human baby died before it was born, leaving my husband as her only child. Mary's husband was appalled that she couldn't keep her human baby alive, and left her and the organization for good. That made her very protective over William when he was born."

      Ratchet nodded. "And so your husband hasn't told Rayne?"

      "He...passed away while I was pregnant with her. An excavation expedition gone wrong in an abandoned mine, investigating some crystals." Storm looked away, sadness adorning her eyes. "It's been nineteen years now, but I still think about him all the time."

      Ratchet nodded, knowing what that was like. "Well...you'll be happy to know that Rayne has taken the news well."

      Storm nodded, wiping at her eyes. "Yes. Thank you doctor, for letting me vent."

      "Of course. Now, mind if you tell me more on this organization and perhaps, what it's about?"