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Optimus goes missing

"Any luck Ratchet?" Bumblebee asked grimly.

"None." Ratchet sighed in defeat. "Bulkhead?"

"Nope." Bulkhead squeaked. "Prowl?"

"Nothing here either." Prowl mumbled.

"He's got to be somewhere!" Sari cried from inside Bumblebee.

"We're not giving up kid. Optimus wouldn't." Ratchet reassured. "Everyone, back to base. We need to rethink this."

The team all turned around and dully drove back to their base from their respected areas. Each one frustrated and upset, because sometime during their leader's patrol last night, he vanished. Ratchet first spotted it when Optimus hadn't checked in with him in the morning like he usually does. Ratchet passed it off as late recharging from being exhausted from the night patrol. But when he went to check on the young Prime, he found the chamber empty, untouched. That was when he sounded the alarm. It wasn't like the Prime to run off or not mention something. They had searched the streets of Detroit all day. Bumblebee and Sari had the north, Bulkhead the east, Prowl the west and Ratchet the south. They were reluctant to return, but they had to rethink the search plan. Refine where they're looking. As they all arrived at the base, they found Jazz waiting for them.

"What are you doing here?" Ratchet asked as they transformed into their robot forms.

"I've been assigned here." Jazz shrugged.

"Good." Ratchet nodded. "We could use all the help we can find."

"I'm sure the Decepticon threat isn't that bad." Jazz frowned at Ratchet's words.

"It's not that." Ratchet sighed. "Optimus has gone missing."

"Wait! What? When?" Jazz spluttered.

"Last night. He didn't return to base after patrol." Ratchet explained.

"So how can I help?2 Jazz asked, clearly concerned.

"Why don't we get the police to help?" Sari suggested. "And Teleetran?"

"Ratchet! I found him! He needs urgent medical attention!" Prowl shouted over the com link.

"Where are ya kid?" Ratchet asked frantically.

"Quite deep in the forest on the west side, if you drive through the pathway. I'll meet you there." Prowl instructed.

"Don't leave Prime." Ratchet ordered as he transformed. "Jazz, follow me. The rest of you stay here."

Jazz transformed and they both sped to the woods with Ratchet in front, blaring his sirens. Bumblebee, Sari and Bulkhead retreated into the base to watch the monitors, hoping that their leader's alright.

Ratchet and Jazz soon found Prowl on the main path through the forest. The worried look on Prowl's usually emotionless face instantly distressed Ratchet. Both bots transformed, with Ratchet stomping up to Prowl.

"I told you not to leave him!" Ratchet growled.

"He won't let me near him." Prowl sighed.

"What injuries could you see?" Ratchet asked.

"Dents, scratches, few of which are leaking energon. He's made a trail from where, I'm guessing, he was attacked." Prowl replied, staring off to the side.

Jazz glanced where Prowl was gazing, finding a hint of blue armour through the leaves. He poked Ratchet and pointed towards the bright blue armour. Ratchet slowly made his way towards it, trying not to make too much sound. He got about a foot away before he crouched down awkwardly to be level with Optimus. Optimus was curled tightly into himself, his face plates pressed into his knees, his arms locked around his legs. Ratchet could easily see the large dents and scratches that littered Optimus's armoured body. Ratchet moved a servo forward to touch Optimus's arm, but as it made contact, Optimus flew backwards, into the tree, shaking violently. Optimus's helm was tilted, shielding his optics from everyone. But his open injuries were what Ratchet feared for. Two very large hand marks were dented into Optimus's hips and most of the energon leaked from his lower torso. Ratchet gritted his teeth in anger at the thought of what they had done to Optimus

"Optimus." Ratchet called softly. "It's just me, Prowl and Jazz. You're safe."

Optimus slowly raised his helm to look at Ratchet, optics full of hurt and fear, with one offline and smashed.

"I'm going to use the EMP on you, not that I want to. We can fix everything when we get back to the plant." Ratchet kept his voice soft and quiet.

"N-no, I-I'll be fine." Optimus stammered.

"You're not Optimus." Ratchet argued. "Let us take care of you."

"I-I don't w-want the others to . . . k-know what happened." Optimus cried, fresh tears falling down his stained face.

"They won't know unless you tell them. Now try to relax. We won't hurt you. I promise." Ratchet reassured as he charged the EMP, blasting Optimus with enough charge to knock him out.

Ratchet picked up the wounded leader carefully in his arms, carrying him back to the path. Jazz gasped at the damage while Prowl's jaw dropped. Ratchet made Jazz and Prowl hold Optimus while he transformed

"Load him in as best and as carefully as you can, then get to the base and keep the others away until I say so." Ratchet ordered.

Jazz and Prowl nodded as they loaded Optimus into the back of Ratchet. They transformed and sped away quickly. Ratchet followed the two ninjas at a slower pace.

"What has he done to you Prime?"