Ratchet was your guardian. You, the semi-responsible adult out of the other three humans, were the least stressful for him to deal with. He was amusing. Always irritated by his other teammates antics, constantly standing at his computer system, constantly fixing other mech's messes.

It was yet another evening at the Outpost Omega One. Bumblebee, Arcee, and Bulkhead were taking Raf, Jack, and Miko home. They were younger than you, and also kids, so they needed to be back home by their respective curfews. You, on the other hand, could choose to stay as long as you wished.

Ratchet was keenly aware of this. As the no-nonsense bot he was, his optics flicked over to you when he noticed you had yet to move from your spot on the couch. You were resting on the raised platform many of the other humans used when they were there. Now, it was only you.

His optics remained on you.

"...You're still here. Again."