So here's the second chapter, people who love Ratchet be ready. Because our favorite grumpy old medic is making his debut
Decepticons rapildly retreated, they'de need a spaceship of their own to catch up to the rocket. The problem was finding one before they lost sight of the precious allspark. All that was left was ruin, wreckage and corpses. First things first the autobots that had helped Optimus launch the allspark evacuated the launching citadel, in order to leave no trace of where they had sent the artifact they'de have to blow the building and computers. Once they had evacuated, they blew their own temporary fort, they decided to head back to make sure fallen comrads could burried and any possible injured could be taken in. No bot checked the streets outside where the outside forces tried to hold off the decepticons. Though after the rubble from the citadel was combed they widened their search area. Medics scowled at each corpse or blown appendage. Ratchet was combing for any soldiers from the team they had sent to the 4th secter where the launch pad had been. There was a chatoic mess of parts and peices, but he found something stranger. A line up of mutilated bots. It made his tanks churn with acid. It was an excecution sight no doubt. He gave a general scan and came upon a small blib near by. Almost in a sudden panic at the sudden dot on his screen he began frantically searching. It was then he stumbked across a small yellow scout, tristed and bleeding out, throat practically melted and torn out completely. He did another quick scan- this was the source! He clicked his audial comm on
:i need back up in secter 4! Theres a bot down but just barely alive!: he demanded, quickly dropping to his knees so he could temporarily patch what he could. "By the allspark, what did they do to you" he breathed gravely. It took an extra few ticks but his help arrived and they were able to drag Bee's body away from the wreckage. Ratchet was trying to staunch the bleeding coming from Bumblebees throat while another smaller medic -Firstaid- covered his crushed ankle. With the allspark gone the planet would truly die soon. Autobots, neutrals, and decepticons alike fled in a hurry from the desemated husk of their home world. Ratchet borded the little scout onto the Omega Supreme ship. A smaller vessel he was assigned to along with Optimus Prime, Jazz, IronHide, and some old ex erecker named Bulkhead. They ran on board and only clicks later they took off. Rstchet and FirstAid scrambled to the medical bay and moved the scout to a berth. The medics made quick work covering the larger injuries before readying Bee for surgery. That was, until the little scout seemed to jolt to life. Optics flicking on.
The only thing in Bumblebees mind was Megatron attacking, he tried to call out for help only for searing, unbearable pain to erupt. His troat burst back open again, spark and hot fluids spitting from what was left of his vocoder. He tried to run, falling onto something hard instead. His spark almost stopped cold as somebot grabbed him- he wouldn't take any more! He weakly struggled against his captor in vain before something sharp punctured his good arm. He tried to scream, tried to fight. But all his energy left him. He was slipping back into unconsciousness. BumbleBee tried to stay online. Tried to stay alive! But
Was lost to the world around him again. Ratchet removed the needle from his arm and had Firstaid help lift him back onto the berth. The first thing they'ed need to fix was quite obviously the gaping, sparking mess of a throat that threatened to bleed the scout out. It took almost three hours to try and salvage as many energon lines and vocoder pieces as they could ,but Ratchet knew it would never be enough. The little scout would never speak properly again. He tried to make the closest thing he could out of spare parts, but the best he could make do with was short hand buzzing and beebs. It would...have to do. Ratchet had Firstaid working on the scouts ankle and he started on the entrance and exit wounds going through Bumblebee's jaw an out his face. It took some patch work welding, clamps and staples, the bot would scar horribly. The two medics worked on the scorching and stab wounds to his abdomen and arm before finishing up by properly relocating his back fin. The two loaded the recharging youngling into a stasis pod so he could properly regain some stregth. Altogether it was almost 12 hours of work to fix the little yellow mech up. Both medics were covered in energon and spark scorches, and both of them were desperately tired.
By the time Ratchet had left the med bay his old friend was waiting for him. "I am sorry to bother you at such a time old friend, how is the patient?" Optimus asked. Ratchet gave him a tired look, sitting down text to him in the hall.
"I... I failed Optimus. Hes alive don't get me wrong. But... I should've been able to do more" Ratchet breathed, closing his Optics.
"He is alive, and that is all that matters, you've done something amazing. " the Prime rumbled quietly. The two sat for a few quiet moments, liste ing to the engine humm softly. "May I ask if you know his designation?" Optimus hummed quietly. He had always been a rather curious mech. Ratchet liked to believe that was the old Orion Pax, still living inside the wise leader.
"I do not. He's a small yellow youngling. I dont think I've even seen any bots that young in a long time." Ratchet sighed, rubbing his sore digits. He almost didnt see how Grave his stoic friends optics became. "What is it?" The medic almost half demanded.
"That is...my scout. Bumblebee. I sent him to defend the Citadel while I launched the allspark. " Optimus sighed. "I seem to have sent the young one straight into his demise. He is... A good mech. Smiling despite having been born into such chaos and misery. Though if there is blame to be pointed, im afraid it is at me Old friend." Optimus quietly said.
"Then we share the blame together." Ratchet gravely promised in return. The two sat in silence for the next while. Until Optimus was needed on the Bridge and Ratchet had to go clean and put all the extra tools in the medical bay away.
It was a few solar cycles before Ratchet deemed it safe to awaken the youngling. He decided he'd call Optimus to be there, the Prime had been lingering outside the Medical Bay. The deaths and victims of tyger pax weighed heavily on the large mech's spark. So of course, having sent a mere child to such a fate plagued his processor. Ratchet removed Bumblebee from the stasis chamber and moved him to a berth, hooking up a small energon drip and pain medication to the scout. He wouldn't be eating properly with his mouth and throat in such horrible conditions after all.
Bumblebee slowly came too, he squinted as blurry light assulted his optics. He felt...terrible. Somebot came into focus, a medical officer. One of theirs? Or was he captured? Everything was hazy. Bumblebee tried to groan but a foreign buzz erupted from him instead. He coughed and hacked for a few moments, the medic soothingly stroked his helm as if to calm him. He glanced around the room. He was inside something. A medical bay. He glanced over towards the door and shot up into a sitting position when he saw Optimus Prime!
"EYP EYP EYP- be careful Bumblebee- you are still recovering" the medic lightly chastised, pushing him back down into a laying position. Bumblebee tried to argue his case more staticy buzzing and warbled beeps came insgead of his own voice. Why couldn't he speak! A little panic set in, he kept trying- he did- why wasnt anything happening! He glanced at the medic with large scared optics, grasping onto the red and white bot's arm weakly. "Shhhh youngling, don't try and speak yet. You...you lost your vocoder, I couldn't..." The medic had to look away from those peircing optics. "I couldn't save your vocoder." He quietly trailed off. Bumblebee just felt his optics burning, he didn't understand. He tried a few more times but awkward nonsensicle beeping and fuzzy static popped from his throat, sending him into a coughing fit. In a moments notice the Prime was at his side as well, trying to calm him down. He couldn't help the fat coolant tears welling up. He couldn't even cry, just a sad low whirr came from his throat. He tried to reach up and feel it with his own digits, almost like he was trying to prove them wrong. But all he felt was a magled mess. Another pitifull buzz.
"Don't exert yourself young one. You won't be unheard. We will help you learn to communicate with the vocoder Ratchet built for you. Without him, I'm afraid you might not have even lived. "Optimus gently hummed, resting a servo on Bumblebees's arm. Bumblebee closed his optics and wiped his face with his newly repaired arm. He couldn't believe how weak he was. Crying like some sparkling in front of the wise leader of the autobots. He whirred and buzzed sadly. His voice. He didn't even have one anymore. He touched his face plates, remembering Megatron's blade. He winced, but was unable to hiss in pain.
"Careful now, it's not healed yet" Ratchet chastised lightly. Bumblebee glanced between the two bots, anybot with optics could see the youngling was spark broken. "Rest on it for a while, i won't put you under this time, you just need some real recharge and to mull things over. " Ratchet instructed. The emergency vehicle dimmed the lights and pulled out a standard issue medical blanket. He carefully tucked the scout in and gave him a reassuring nod . Both bot's left the room to let him sit and think . He didn't want to. Bumblebee scrunch up his face and meakly tried to cry. Soft depressed clicks and buzzes resounded in the medbay until recharge claimed him .
Aaaannnd there you have it folks! Chapter two! I hope you enjoyed it! There will be more to come so please check in when you can ! Leave any comments or kudos if you liked it :)