This is my first fanfic and I hope you like it. No flames please. R&R Anyway, on with the story! :-)
Bluestreak onlined his optics, only to realize that his vision was slightly blurred. He slowly sat up on his berth, his joints aching and his helm feeling heavy. He felt like scrap. "I better head over to the med bay", he thought aloud. He walked through the hallways of the base hoping that Nova was there instead of Rachet. He was pretty sure that everybot liked Rachet's apprentice better than they liked Rachet. Although Rachet was the best medic there was, he had a lot of wrenches and he wasn't afraid to use them if a mech got on his circuits. Everybot on the base had suffered the wrath of Rachet's wrenches. Even Optimus had gotten under wrench a few times. Nova was different. She was gentle and kind and she cared about everybot. Although she had fought in the war on Cybertron alongside the rest of the Autobots, she wasn't war hardened like some of the mechs and femmes on the base were. She might not be as good medic as Rachet but she was still one of the best and she was still learning techniques from him. She was still just as sweet now as she was before the war started. When a bot entered the med bay and she was the one caring for them, they always left a little happier than when they came in.
As Bluestreak entered the medbay he smiled when he saw her working on a console. Unfortunately Rachet was also there, polishing his wrenches. Nova had heard him come in and turned to face him.
"Hey there Blue, is there something I can do for you?", she asked him sweetly with a smile. Rachet looked up from his wrenches at Bluestreak, acknowledging the fact that he had entered his medbay. "Hey Nova, yeah, I woke up this morning feeling like scrap." Bluestreak said.
"Well come on in and we'll get you checked out", Nova said.
"Thanks", said Bluestreak.
"You can go and lay down on that berth over there", Nova said, motioning to a berth in the corner as she got her tools. She dug in a drawer for a tool. "Ah ha! There it is" she said as she pulled a scanner out of the drawer. " So how have you been Blue? Has the rust in your undercarriage gone away?" Nova asked as she scanned his body.
"How do you know about that?! I thought only Rachet knew about that!" ", Bluestreak said to her, extremely embarrassed. "Why did you tell her?!" he asked Ratchet. Hints of anger and embarrassment in his voice.
Ratchet shrugged "Needed a second opinion", he said absently, still polishing his tools.
"That's peculiar." Nova said.
"What's peculiar?", asked Rachet, looking up from his wrenches.
"The computer doesn't recognize this virus and its nothing like I've ever seen before.", Nova said.
Rachet walked over to the console and reviewed the data. "I don't recognize it either. Well, the virus is pretty weak. It probably won't do any damage but I'll start work on an anti-virus any way. Bluestreak, I want you to stay in the med bay for the night so that you can be monitored, just in case I'm wrong. " replied Rachet.
They were all pretty sure that the virus was nothing serious and that Bluestreak would be okay. Oh, how wrong they were.
