Summary-: While out checking that the sector seven base was indeed empty Ratchet stumbles along a project that had and must to be terminated. But what if the projects new reason for existence was him.
Medical Assistance.
Chapter one.
Behind closed doors.
After the un-fortunate event in Mission city all hell had broke loose to try and make it right even if it meant endless nights to bring back Jazz. Which evidently he did, after three long restless weeks the Autobot's chief medical officer had succeeded in keeping their hyperactive, music loving Lieutenant alive.
But yet that didn't explain why it is they were at the remains of Hoover dam, Optimus Prime the Autobot leader had wanted to make sure no one from sector seven interfered again. Thus putting him, Ironhide and the Lamborghini twins in the position they were in now.
At Hoover dam.
"So let me get this straight Ratchet, Prime wants us to search this whole place and make sure it is actually empty." Sunstreaker asked his whole tone dripping with boredom.
"That is exactly what he wants yes, now if you have a problem with that I do not want to hear it." Ratchet replied simply.
"Yer 'eard the Medic search the place and report back wit' what yer find" Ironhide told them.
Nodding to the CMO Ironhide headed in the opposite direction of the twins while he went the other way. The very thought of how the now deceased Decepticon leader had been here sent chills down the Autobot Medic spine. But reaching the room where the Allspark had lay managed to shield away that feeling and bring a smile of hope to his features.
"Every day brings a new beginning I suppose." He mumbled to himself.
"Sunstreaker to Ratchet."
"Go head."
"We found something you may want to take a look at."
"I'm on my way"
Closing the Comm. Link Ratchet turned and headed back the way he came and towards the twins destination. His brightly lit blue optics picked up the faint scratches and markings along the wall, seemingly looking as if someone had been dragged down here. Shaking the thought out of his processor, he sighed at the look of awe on Sideswipes face.
"Alright what have you two hooligans found now?" Ratchet asked dryly.
"Well for one it's nothing we could use and two..." Sideswipe replied signalling for his brother to take over.
"Somebody else is down here." Sunstreaker added.
"What makes you say that?" Ratchet asked.
"Look at the marks on these corpses, they weren't done by us or even a Decepticon for that matter these are human." Sunstreaker pointed out.
Looking down and around him he found, to his horror, the psychotic twin to be right. Scattered around them where disintegrated bullets and horrifically deformed Sector seven soldiers. Limbs were scattered around the hallway along with scratches and markings along the walls.
Just like the other corridor, Ratchet mused.
"So what do you think Doc', do we search for an organic or something else." Sideswipe asked.
"Keep a look out for anything suspicious alert me when you find something." Ratchet told them.
Mock saluting the CMO the twins grinned and strutted away from him, sighing and cursing Optimus for placing them on this expedition Ratchet studied what was around him. The markings and the signals were all similar to a hostage or a kidnapping situation, but that didn't explain the massacre. The sound of metal hitting the floor alerted Ratchet out of his thoughts as he looked around for the source and saw a tin rattle on the floor
"Alright you two don't make me hunt you down." Ratchet threatened. "As much as i would love too."
The form of a retreating shadow flickered out of the corner of his right optic causing him to follow after it. Dashing round the corner he caught a quick glimpse of a human up front, cursing silently Ratchet radioed the others as he followed after it.
"I've found a source; it's heading for the Allspark hanger"
Ignoring the cursing from their weapons specialist Ratchet cut the link and headed after the human, quickly noticing the trail of blood following behind the organic. Cursing himself for his luck Ratchet darted off and into the hanger where the others stood.
"Which way did it go?" Ratchet asked.
"Don't know, can't see it." Sunstreaker replied.
"Over there." Ironhide called.
"DON'T HARM IT." Ratchet warned as the human darted out of the room.
"Where the Frag did it go?" Sideswipe asked as they entered the next room
"Well it couldn't of jus' disappeared." Ironhide yapped.
"Shut it the pair of you." Ratchet snapped as he listened carefully and looked around.
A pair of crates caught his optic in the corner, silently warning the others to stay back Ratchet activated his Holo-form and made his way over to where he was sure the human was hiding. Peering behind the crates the curled up form of a human female came into focus. Her long dark purple hair sprayed unruly around her pale thin form. Marks, cuts and bruises lined along the bare flesh of her skin as she lifted her head up carefully too look at the person in front of her. Blue, grey eyes stared hauntingly back at him as bruises covered her porcelain features.
"P-Please...D-Don't hurt me." The injured female begged.
"I am not here to hurt you I'm here to help." Ratchet soothed as his processor picked up on thoughts of what could have happened to her.
"W-Who are you?" She asked weakly.
"My name is Ratchet, I'm a doctor and I'm going to keep you safe."
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