I know, another story, how does she keep adding to them? How am I supposed to update them all? I would say this is just a minor plot bunny that will only have its reign of terror for a small while, but I tried to keep 'twenty years later' and 'before earth' like that. It didn't work out. So, I am sorry and I know allot of you will be thinking, 'Oh, come on! You don't update your other ones enough as it is, and you're adding another?' But yes, I am. Sorry.
If you do enjoy y stories and don't care if I add another, as long as I update one of my stories every once in a while, then here's a new read. I have no idea where it's going though.
Hope you like it.
I broke my composure and again tried to break though he barrier of metal holding me so high above the ground, just as the door opened to the med bay.
"Let me go!" I struggled desperately. The giant yellow and red mech came around the corner and the yellow 'fingers' keeping me from sprinting out of here tightened slightly so I wouldn't hurt myself.
"What's all the commotion?" the familiar 'bot asked.
"I'm being kidnapped!" I screamed. "Taken from my home by a giant alien robot that claims to be my friend. Help!" He sighed and my captor stifled a laugh.
"And I assume he's now taking you to his lair where the evil medic plans to, dare I say it, heal you?" said medic humored me.
"Yes!" I gasped, exasperated. "At least someone understands." I shot a glance toward the door we had just entered, where two traitor mechs stood laughing.
I looked back to Ratchet. "Since we're on the same page here, I think I'll be going." I took advantage of the giant yellow hands loosening around me and made to jump down, knowing they wouldn't let me. And if I did get over the edge, Bee would catch me quickly.
Ratchet reached forward and grabbed the back of my shirt and put me on the Autobot-sized counter next to a few of his tools, where I usually sat during these torture sessions.
"If you keep this up, you're going to have a reason to be here." he threatened and I crossed my arms, sitting obediently. He turned to my so called 'guardian' and repeated the original question.
"What's going on? What has happened?"
"Sam's heart has slowed and he's become unnaturally pale." Bee replied, despite the smile of amusement he had, his tone was extremely worried.
"Well, if his heart has slowed, then his blood wouldn't be circulating quite as well and he would be paling." Ratchet began scans on my heart as I sat cross legged as the two mechs discussed my health. "But how can his heart be slowing and he still have the energy to be so loud?"
"I resent that!" I shouted, they ignored me and I huffed. Traitors, the lot of 'em. I can't believe these are my friends.
"Are there no other side effects?" Ratchet was growing constantly more irritated as he came up with nothing wrong in my heart. I knew he was still scanning my heart; there was the slightest of tingles one would only recognize if they knew to look for it. He moved on to scanning me over all in an attempt to find what is causing this.
"He is zoning out frequently." Bee supplied.
"What can be causing this?" Ratchet asked rhetorically. "I' not finding anything. When did this start? How frequent are the zone outs?"
"I'm fine guys! Look," I waved my arms around. "Unless I magically don't need my heart anymore and it's just shutting off from lack of purpose, I'm perfectly healthy. Now can I go? I'm sure my mom would love to know her son is in one piece and the alien robots aren't stealing me." They turned to me, each with different expressions.
"Sam, I left a note for your parents on the answering machine, they aren't going to worry." Bee assured, ignoring the whole kidnapping concept. But Ratchet seemed to realize something.
"Sam, I think you just figured out your own illness." he said, happily. But his joy only extended to figuring out what's wrong, which I still didn't understand what it was. But whatever it was, it didn't seem to be too good.
"I don't get it. How can I not need my heart anymore?" I asked, relaxing my stance and giving into the worry and confusion.
"Bumblebee, keep an eye on the boy. If there is any change in his condition, comm. me. And keep him with you. Where is Optimus?" he ignored my question. Bee glanced at me, just as confused as I was.
"Hunting the twins. They ambushed Arcee earlier and seem to have disappeared." my guardian replied, moving closer to me as Ratchet ran toward the door.
"Do not take him home yet." The medic instructed before disappearing through the door. Bee stared confused after him for a moment, as I did, then lowered a hand for me. I looked over and realized what he was doing and climbed up, willingly this time.
I got comfortable, knowing Bee would take Ratchet's instructions to the next level and not only stay with me, but also not put me down. This thought was confirmed as he moved his hand closer so he only had to hold me with one hand and I had less a chance of falling. He began out the door and we didn't speak for a moment, each trying to figure out what conclusion Ratchet had come to.
"I'm confused." I finally said. He glanced down at me.
"As am I. What can cause your heart to become useless?" he frowned as he brought us toward the rec room, in a vain attempt to distract us from whatever is going on.
"Bee," I changed the subject. "What exactly did you leave for my parents?" I asked.
"I only said I needed to take you to see Ratchet quickly and that I'd bring you back quickly. Why?"
"Oh, Bee." My eyes went wide and he looked worried at whatever I was getting at. "You know my mom. They know if you're taking me to see Ratchet, then something's up with my health. Why couldn't you just say, "I've kidnapped your son. If you ever want to see him again I suggest you be patient until we're through with him.' That would get a better reaction."
"I wouldn't want to lie though." he objected.
"It isn't a lie! You kidnapped me from my home! Here I was, expecting my alien robot 'friend' and car would take me back to collage as planned, but then he goes off and heads toward the Autobot base, threatening me with torture from Ratchet. What kind of friend are you?" I brought this all back to my earlier argument. He rolled his optics and sighed.
"The evil alien robot kind." he replied. "Maybe we're all the same and the only difference between the Decepticons and us is they want you dead through slow torture, we want you healthy through slow torture."
"Well I wouldn't go as far as comparing yourself to the Decepticons, but you're right. Slow and painful torture all around." I paused. "Only I don't think I would really be too objecting if it were you guys that did kidnap me." He laughed.
"I'll keep that in mind." I smiled. "But I do see your point. Your mother can worry quite a bit at times."
"Not as much as you." I muttered, he ignored me.
"I guess it's best if we call them."
"You know, if I ever made a mess up like this, you'd make me call her on my own. But no, not when you mess up." I complained, he rolled his optics again.
"That's right. That's because I'm your guardian. That, and I'm going to need proof you're still alive." I laughed, not because of the joke, but because it's true. I glanced around and realized he was taking us to his quarters. No need for the whole base to listen to us get yelled at by my mom.
"I'm still going to make sure she know it was all your fault." I threatened. He smiled and started to call our house phone. Much too quickly, mom answered the phone.
"Where did you take Sammie? What's wrong with him, is he alright? Answer me!" despite her demand, she didn't leave any time for either of us to talk. Suddenly, dad's voice came on in the background.
"Judy, they just took him to see that medic of theirs. You know that. And they can't exactly explain until you let them."
"I'm letting them, they just won't say anything." on the contrary, she wasn't. Dad's voice got louder as he forced the phone out of her hand and spoke.
"Alright, why did you need to rush Sam off to your base?" he asked, actually giving us time to answer.
"It's alright, I'm perfectly healthy." I started, to prove I was here and ok, then let Bee answer it all.
"It's nothing major, but Ratchet wants to keep Sam here for a small while. We'll tell you when we know exactly what it is."
"What's wrong? Maybe I can know." mom said, I guess we were on speaker.
"Judy, if their medic can't figure it out, then how can you? You aren't even a doctor." dad contrasted, always the rational one,(Except when it comes to his lawn.
"Mothers intuition." she replied simply. I stifled a laugh. I had to admit, my parents never made life boring.
"Judy, shouldn't you be checking on dinner? I think I smell smoke." dad said, obviously lying.
"Nice try, old man." she said, knowing what he was trying to do. "But, hey, wait. I do smell smoke." I heard her footsteps fading as she ran away.
"Nice dad." I commented.
"Thanks. Just call back when you know what it is." with that he hung up. Oh, we would. Rest assure. But for now, Bee and I were in the dark just as much as they were.
There we go. New story, and I will be updating all my others at least once. I promise. I probably shouldn't, but I do only have two more I have to update this weekend. After then, I'm going to just update which ever catches my interest at the moment.
R&R
