A/N: R&R. Doesn't matter to me if it's positive or not. If you like it, please tell me. If you don't like it, please tell me why.
Chapter 2: Injuries
Mirage and I fell into an uneasy recharge, not onlining until the door quietly blipped admitting another mech. "Daddys! Jazz! Mirage! I'm home!" At this I sat bolt upright, not believing my own audio receptors. -Bluestreak?- "Blue! Mirage wake up!" I shook my partner. He sat up slowly, giving his optics a chance to online. Our door slipped open. "Daddy?" I was next to him laughing and hugging him. He hugged me back, and bit at a wire in my neck, "Daddy, you're smothering me!" I nipped at his vocal wiring. "Oh my Primus, I'm so glad you're safe!" My sweet Mirage enveloped us both in his widest form yet. "I'm so happy you're home Blue." Bluestreak removed a piece of his shoulder armour, the tip of his streak showing, and a worrying cut showing as well. "Blue!" I traced the long scar carefully.
"My first battle scar! Isn't it cool!"
"Does it still hurt?" Mirage asked, very concerned.
"Naw, its fine. Doc checked it out." Bluestreak shrugged, untroubled by the injury.
"'Doc'? The Doc?" Mirage was stunned.
"Ratchet the Hatchet?" So was I.
"The one and only! Who else could do this good of a patch job?"
"First Aid, Red Alert... Jackie'd probably blow you up-" I couldn't resist.
"Jazz!"
"What?"
"Those are all good mechs you're mocking!"
"I'm allowed. Those 'good mechs' you refer to are my old war buddies!"
"No way!"
"Yes way! Do you know Wheeljack?"
"Quite well actually. While Wheeljack was there, he and Ratchet and I would spend our evenings off together."
I cocked a brow, "What for?"
"Don't you know? He and Ratchet are bonded." My eyes widened with disbelief, "It's true! They even have the most adorable sparkling. Wheeljack had to leave because he was the carrier and the fighting got bad, but Doc was still watching over him." Blue tapped at the casing of his spark chamber.
"You don't know how lucky you are. Even if he can be the bane of Ratch's existence."
"Because he blows himself up all the time?"
"Mm-hm. He's one of the best inventors in Cybertron's history. But he needs a medic in his life." I waggled my brows at Mirage suggestively. He rolled his eyes.
"Hey, he only blew up the holo-form once! Granted it is still incomplete... Anyway, can we go out back and wrestle?"
"Armoured or no?" A large smile split my faceplate.
"No." Mirage whispered in my audio receptor.
"Fine. No armour. But leave on the sensitive pieces." I pressed my servo to his chestplates and pushed him gently away.
"Why?" Bluestreak asked innocently, knowing full well why. "Afraid I might see something?"
"Blue!" Raj and I exclaimed. He raised his servos and backed up, unable to vocalize anything through his laughter.
In our training center, surrounded by a metal forest, Blue and I started. We had circled for nearly a bream, when my obnoxious Mirage shouted, "Come on boys! Are you even serious about this, Blue?"
Bluestreak got first hit while I was distracted. "Hey, no fair!" And the next 4. Then I was behind him. He only noticed when I slid a digit up his streak, (which the Doc said was a sensor strip, probably genetic.) and by then it was too late. This move left my servo on his right shoulder. I slipped my servos to his wrists and put a knee on the small of his back. The results of this move was Blue face down on the ground with his arms in a more or less vertical position and his doorwings painfully pinned. Or so I thought... He dislocated his left shoulder to free his doorwings and, without so much as flinching, he hit me in the face with all the power he could muster. I let go of his left wrist and held my optic. "Slag! You've got some muscles, Blue!" I wrenched his doorwing around, but he just laughed. "Haha. Not this time Daddy!" His last move had gotten his legs under him. He pushed up with all the power in those young legs. Pushed me on my back, landing on his doorwings again and loosening my grip enough for him to wrench free. He stood back, allowing me to get up. "C'mere Blue." I said, dropping any form I was exhibiting and stood up straight. Bluestreak dropped his stance and looked at me warily. "Why?"
"I need to set your shoulder before permanent damage is done to the pistons."
"Wait, I want to try something Wheeljack showed me. One time, when his project blew up, he was slammed into the wall so hard his shoulder popped, and he set it like this." Bluestreak made a fist, almost, with his left servo, grabbed his injured shoulder with his right, really close to the way he was supposed to. Then he brought his left servo up about a quarter of the way to shoulder height, and dropped it with a sharp intake. "Scrap. Is it supposed to hurt like that?"
I nodded and maneuvered behind him. "Unless you do it fast enough!" I pressed my servo over his on his shoulder and wrenched his arm backwards with an audible snap.
"Ah! Scrap that hurt!"
"Also, you popped it out towards the front, and those are more easily set by a friend." I stepped back a moment to admire my handiwork. "Move your arm around. Push it to its full range of motion." As he moved it, I walked around him to his left. Before I could get around him, he reached over and stuck me in a headlock pinning me to his chest. Everyone was so quiet, I could hear our sparks beating rapidly, only slightly out of time. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against my audio receptor. I shivered at the touch.
"Thanks Dad." He smiled and kissed my audio receptor once more. He wrapped his right arm around my waist, and I placed both of my servos on his.
"Never let a true opponent get this close." I smirked wryly, and twisted my hips slightly to allow my tailpipe gentle contact with his cod piece. His eyes widened.
"You wouldn't!" He gasped at the implications.
"Of course I wouldn't, but you won't always be battling your creator." I leaned into him, completely comfortable, even though his arm was still sitting tightly at my neck. "Just one question, Blue."
"Shoot."
"How could you hit me with your doorwing?"
"Prowl, my drill sergeant, showed all of us with doorwings how to offline the sensors, in case of painful battle damage."
I nodded, "Good," and tipped my head back to rest on his shoulder. I then murmured in his audio receptor, "I think I'll let you win."
"Let me win? You can't get out of a chokehold!"
"Yes I can and this is why. When done properly, the chokehold is nearly impossible to get lose from. But you're not doing it right." I tapped his left servo. "The fact you've loosened your hold notwithstanding, if you don't think you have the bare strength to hold your opponent, grab your own shoulder to steady yourself, not your opponent's." To demonstrate this, I held his left servo in place, and twisted free. Then I let go of his servo, and showed him the difference, grabbing his neck in each hold, and asking him to get free. "Now, I'm pretty sure I have the strength to hold you, but..." my voice trailed off as I let go of my shoulder. "Try to get out now." Each of our muscles strained. My arm gave out first. Blue shot forward, tripping and... Not falling? I quietly laughed at my invisible Mirage. Now mine was the dislocated shoulder. I frowned. I couldn't force my servo into a fist. "Raj?" My voice quavered in pain.
"Jazz! What's wrong?" he asked unnecessarily, seeing my shoulder. It was quickly turning purple, indicating at least one Energon line was cut. Plus its dislocated so badly my servo won't move at all. My wonderfully calm Mirage kneeled beside my shoulder.
"Bluestreak." He turned Blue to look at himself instead of me. "Blue. Go to the house and get my med kit. It's right next to the door, on your left as you walk in." My dear Blue glanced from me to the house. I mustered my strength and grabbed my Blue forcing him to hear me. "Go. Quickly. I'll be fine." As I released him, he bolted to the house as fast as his legs could carry him.
"Shh. It's gonna be ok Raj. You can patch this up. You have med training, you're gonna do just fine." I stroked his cheek comfortingly with my good servo. Blue came back with the med kit in his servos. My strong Mirage shifted into a long fingered form, perfectly suited for surgery. He carefully disconnected wires in my neck, successfully offlining the sensors in my arm and my optics. He explained each part with extreme detail to Bluestreak. I turned off my audio receptors once he got through my protoform. When he reconnected the wires, I felt several sharp pains (and pins and needles), then bliss. My arm was in a sling, but I could move my servo.
"C'mon." My dear Mirage held out a servo for leverage, helping me to my peds. "I want a real doctor to look at that shoulder." Even though my shoulder wasn't deep blue and purple anymore, I could still feel the energon dripping inside.
A/N: Thanks again. Hope you enjoy.