Full Ark: Behind the Scenes 3

Jen: 15

Time frame: Been at the Ark for 40 days.

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Now

"Here I thought you were hurt, but no! It's natural, and my car seat paid the price because of you!" Tracks whined. "My beautiful seats! Ruined!"

    Jen just stood there looking sheepish. Tracks was extremely upset. She didn't mean to do it. It was a complete accident, but Tracks thought she deliberately did it to ruin his image. Tracks was now attracting a crowd in the rec room.

"The humiliation!" He whined.

    Jen sighed. It all began this morning.

Then

    Jen headed over to the rec room to get some breakfast. She was slowly starting to become familiar with the mechs. It didn't help that there was so many; Though Bluestreak and she were the best of buddies. She then saw a 'bot that was mostly blue and had a red face. Who was he again? Trick? Tak?

"Hey Tracks!" Hound greeted the mech as he walked by. Tracks! That was his name!

"Check out this wax job that I did on myself." He boasted. "It really brings out the shine!" Tracks then transformed into a stunning car.

"Whoa!" Jen got closer to him. "That is sweet!"

   Tracks, always one to accept praise, rotated his wheels to her. "Of course I'm much more than your typical car. Everything here is customized." He opened up the passenger door. "I'll be generous and give you a ride. Just so you'll get a taste of what it's like driving in style."

"To bad you don't have any." Sunstreaker countered. He and Tracks were like two peacocks competing to see who has the most glamorous feathers.

    Jen allowed herself in and Tracks took off. He wasn't kidding about everything being customized. The seats were made out of tan colored leather. Everything was roomy and comfortable. Tracks would be the perfect guy for long car rides. It was quite an excitement for her, considering this was the first time she has been inside any of the 'bots alt modes. She was enjoying the ride until she started having pains in her abdomen area. Jen shifted uncomfortably to try to alleviate the pain.

"Hey, are you alright? I hope you're not getting car sick."

    Jen cringed. "No, it's not that." She shifted again when she suddenly found a big splotch of red of where her bum was. Her eyes widened in realization. "Oh my God! Tracks! I'm so sorry!"

    Tracks stopped and gave a quick scan of his interior. Within seconds he concluded that 1. There was a big blood stain on his seat. 2. Jen's pants were stained with it as well. 3. The source of the blood was from her nether regions, and 4. That could only mean one thing: Internal bleeding.

    With a roar of the engine, Tracks zoomed down the corridors, all the while ignoring Jen's pleas to stop. He then found his way into the med-bay. He transformed and quickly held out Jen. Ratchet, who was attending to Bumblebee, quickly turned around to see what the matter was.

"I just want you to know that I did not do anything!" Tracks defended himself. "I was simply being a good sport and giving her a joy ride when she just started bleeding all over the place!" He pushed her into the medic's hands. "Now fix her before she offlines, and Prowl throws me in the brig!"

"It's not what you think! Let me explain!" Jen pleaded. She then found herself being scanned by the medic. She saw Ratchet holding in a snicker when she shouted "It's not funny!"

"Now, now, settle down. I'm not laughing at you. Perceptor!" He called the scientist over. "Take this little lady over to the back room, so that she can change her clothes."

    Ratchet went to a cupboard and took out a very small little packet. He handed it to Jen, who was blushing profusely. "Are you okay Jen?" She waved Bumblebee off as she walked passed him and disappeared around the corner.

"Well?" Tracks was tapping his foot. "Is she going to live? I have no idea on how to explain this to Prowl!"

"You don't have to explain anything to Prowl. He's well aware of it."

    Now the pompous mech was suspicious. "Aware of what?"

    Ratchet turned his attention back on the yellow scout. "As soon as I found out Jen would be staying with us, I figured I'd do some research. Boy, let's just say I have a greater respect for femmes. Both organic and Cybertronian alike."

"Would you just spill it out!"

"Jen is ovulating. It happens monthly, unless a femme is new to it."

"So…she's not internally bleeding?"

"Primus no! What she's going through is perfectly natural."

    Tracks stomped his foot in clear anger. "So she ruined my seats for nothing!"

"Not deliberately! Let me finish with 'Bee and I'll take care of the seat for you."

"Throw her in the brig! I do not appreciate her ruining my image!"

    Ratchet turned and glared at him. "I'm not going to punish her for something she has no control over! Primus you're worse than a sparkling going into a tantrum."

"Really makes you wonder what he was like as one." Bumblebee snickered.

    Jen walked out wearing a fresh clean pair of pants. Tracks then glared at her. "I have a bone to pick with you!"

    Both medic and scout watched the two leave. "Better him than Sunstreaker." Ratchet grumbled. "The last thing I need is a mess."

Now

    Jen followed Tracks into the rec room when he whirled on her. "How dare you make a fool of me! Here I thought you were hurt, but no! It's natural, and my car seat paid the price because of you! My beautiful seats! Ruined!"

"For crying out loud! You make it sound like as though I rubbed my crotch all over your seats! She defended. "It came earlier than expected! I'm sorry!"

"You might as well have been!" He whined. "Never have I been so humiliated in my life! Never again!"

    Jen stomped her foot. She was irritated now, which gave her new found courage. "Good! I've seen cars whose interiors are way cooler than yours anyway!" She walked away leaving an opened mouth Tracks.

"Heh. I guess she's not so bad after all." Sunstreaker said. "Though I'm not letting her inside my interior any time soon."

    In the meantime, Bluestreak and Prowl would be getting a venting of a lifetime.