Healer I

It was a normal day at the Autobot base hidden deep in the woods of Tranquility, and by normal that means Sunstreaker and Sideswipe pissing off a certain black weapons specialist all because they had the extreme urge to paint his beloved canons florescent green while he was in stasis. As usual, with their prank came more visits to the med bay so they could annoy their favorite medic, Ratchet.

Other then that things had been quiet since the battle of Mission City, too quite for Optimus's liking, both Ironhide and Jazz shared that sentiment. However, that didn't mean that the mechs didn't enjoy the lull in the fighting.

It was in the middle of the afternoon when Ratchet picked up a Decepticon signal near the base. The medic called Optimus down to the command center to inform him of the new development. When the Autobot leader entered the command center he looked over Ratchet's shoulder, taking in all the information on the screen. It was strange neither of the two mechs recognized the signal.

"A new Decepticon?" The red and blue mech questioned. The yellow Autobot shook his head in reply.

"If that was the case we would have picked up on its entry into Earth's atmosphere days ago," he replied. Optimus nodded in agreement.

"Keep an optic on the screen for me. I'm going to go and check out the situation," he said. Before Ratchet could protest, Optimus was gone.

Tracking the signal based on the coordinates that Ratchet had given him, Optimus found himself in a dense forest about ten miles from the base. The trees were so close together that the red and blue mech was having a hard time getting around, even in his bipedal form.

Just as he was about to leave, he notice something out of the corner of his optic. Turning he found that it was a puddle of energon, a rather large one. Upon further inspection he found that several trees had been completely snapped in half along with a deep trough in the ground, as if they had crashed.

As Optimus approached the broken trees the weak signal intensified slightly and the red and blue mech couldn't help but gasp at what he saw. There amidst the wreckage of the trees was a femme, a femme still in her proto form. The Autobot leader got closer to her and winced at the state the unconscious femme was in.

Various dents and gashes were scattered across her small frame, some of them leaking energon. Her left arm had been dislocated at the shoulder but what concerned him most was her right leg. The appendage was twisted at an odd angle and was leaking energon at an alarming rate. On top of that it appeared that most of the delicate wiring in her leg had been ripped out mercilessly.

"Ratchet," Optimus said over his com-link as he, as carefully as he could, picked up the lifeless femme. "Prepare the med bay."

"Status?" The medic asked in a serious tone, his heavy footfalls to the med bay could be heard over the link.

"Bad," the red and blue Autobot said flatly. "She's in stasis lock from loss of energon and her left shoulder and right leg are is critical condition."

"Understood. The bay is ready for your arrival," Ratchet said, not even noticing that Optimus had said she.

The leader of the Autobots arrived in the med bay seconds after their conversation ended and the Ratchet was there waiting. He then told him to lay her down on the table then shoved him out of the med bay. The yellow medics first concern was to stop her 'bleeding'. Scanning the femmes limp figure as he worked, he found that she had had lost almost a fourth of the energon in her system.

Once he stopped the 'bleeding' in her leg he started to work on her left shoulder. Upon scanning the dislocated joint he quickly found that at least half if was going to have to be replaced. Growling in frustration he hailed Red Alert over his com-link, telling him that he required his assistance. As an afterthought he gave the red mech a long list of parts for him to pick up on his way to the med bay.

Optimus had been sitting at his desk for almost an hour looking through files on Decepticon recruits. Not a single femme. Who are you? Sighing, the red and blue mech rubbed his optics tiredly. He had just pulled up another file when someone knocked on his door.

"Enter," he said without looking up from the folder. The door hissed slightly as it opened and in stepped the all too familiar form of Ironhide.

"Rumor on the base is we have a captive," the black Autobot stated. The weapons specialist had never been one to dance around a subject. That took longer then expected, the leader of the Autobots thought to himself. Given the current state of activity happening he had expected word to spread within a few minutes. Optimus sighed inwardly and closed the file that he had been looking through.

"She holds no threat to us, so I do not see her as a captive," he replied evenly as he looked up at the trigger happy mech in front if him.

"She, sir?" Ironhide had picked up on the right away. It had been vorns since they had heard of, more or less seen, a femme that was still alive. The Autobot leader simply nodded in reply.

"She's in the med bay with Ratchet and Red Alert," he said. No sooner had he said that there was an audio sensor piercing scream that came from the med bay. Both Optimus and Ironhide were out the door and sprinting down the hall to the bay.