Healer II

Ironhide charged into the med bay, canons drawn, ready to blast anything that so much as twitched in his direction. The black mech was abruptly assaulted by a flying wrench coming in contact with his head.

"Put your fragging canons away!" Ratchet yelled angrily. Not daring to question the Chief Medical Officer, Ironhide did as he was told. Optimus was right behind the canon toting Autobot and was about to ask what was going on when he saw it.

In the corner of the room, curled up into as small a ball as possible, was the femme that he had found. The small mech's leg was still in a desperate state of disrepair and was sparking something fierce. Before the red and blue mech could say anything, Red Alert, Ironhide and he were all ordered out of the bay.

Ratchet sighed as the door hissed close and forced himself to try and clam down. Turning back around so he was looking at the small femme in the corner, he sighed. Walking back over to the corner he kneeled in front of her and reached out to her. The instant his fingers brushed against her scantly armored arm she whimpered and tried to retreat further into the corner. This simply caused the medic to sigh again.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said as comfortingly as he could. The small mech looked up at the yellow mech in front of her. The medic frowned when he saw the fear shining in her deep red optics. What on earth happened to her to make her so afraid? The medic thought to himself. Just as Ratchet was about to say something he noticed that the proto femme was examining his handy work on shoulder.

After testing the mobility of her newly repaired shoulder, she looked up at the Autobot in front of her with the ghost of a smile on her face. This caused Ratchet to smile slightly in return. He then looked at her leg and found that the wounds had reopened and were leaking energon again.

"I need to finish repairing your leg," he said gently as he reached out to help her up. He instantly regretted this because she jerked away from his touch. Signing inwardly he let her get to her feet on her own, which proved difficult considering she only had one working leg.

By the time the femme was back on the table her leg was leaking even worse and had started sparking. Easing her down onto the table he reached out to her leg but, as expected, she pulled away from his touch.

"I'm just going to turn off the pain receptors on your leg," he explained as he locked his bright blue optics with her blood red ones. The small mech regarded him for a moment before she decided to let him touch her, and even then Ratchet could feel her flinch on occasion.

After a good hour or so of realigning her leg and replacing most of the vital circuitry he wiped his hands on a rag and gave her a heavy painkiller before reactivating the receptors in her leg.

"You're going to have to stay off your leg for awhile while the inner circuitry repairs itself," he said as he helped sit her up, not taking his eyes off of her. The small proto form simply nodded in understanding.

"Can you talk?" He asked, looking down at her. She nodded in reply.

"Can you tell me your name?" He pressed. He knew that Optimus was anxious to know who exactly they were dealing with, and he was as well.

"S-Skidmark," she said timidly.

"Skidmark," Ratchet said, as if testing out the name. "Since you're still recovering from my repairs, you'll be spending the night here." As he put his tools away he saw, out of then corner of his optic, a look of panic spread across her face. He immediately rephrased what he had just said.

"You'll be in your own room and I'll be down the hall," he explained. However, this didn't seem to help his patient's apprehension. The yellow Autobot sighed and motioned for her to follow him. Skidmark, hesitantly, complied with the medic's request too afraid that if she refused he would undo the repairs that he had just done.

The doors to the med bay hissed open and Ratchet, who was busy keeping an optic on Skidmark, failed to see that Optimus, Ironhide and Red Alert were outside waiting for some sort of news. The yellow medic only looked up when he saw the look of complete terror on the young Decepticon femmes face. Upon doing so he came face to face with Optimus Prime.

Ratchet judged by Skidmark's reaction of the gigantic red and blue mech in front of her that she knew very well who he was. The Autobot leader looked down at the femme, who was no taller then Jazz, with a curious expression. Hen then reached out to touch her. Big mistake.

Skidmark saw the mechs hand coming towards her and panicked. She did the first thing she thought of. The small mech closed her optics and let out an audio sensor piercing scream that forced the Autobots around her to cover their audio sensors to keep them from overloading.

The twins Sunstreaker and Sideswipe came running down the hall the instant they heard the noise and picked up on the Decepticon signal. The two of them rounded the corner to see a femme, at least half their size, screaming her vocal capacitor out.

Ratchet saw the twins approach and feared for the young femme's life. Sideswipe might not fire on sight but his brother most definitely would. The medic opened a link between the Lamborghini brothers and told them no to fire.

As Skidmark continued to scream, the yellow Autobot snuck up behind her and manually off-lined her. The femme's optics sprung open when she felt someone touching her but before she could react her body had already started to go into stasis. What could only be described as a weak moan escaped her throat as she collapsed into the medics arms.