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Ratchet had been working on the small femme for days, pausing only to recharge himself. And during those periods of his absence either Bumblebee or Ironhide kept watch. Optimus was dealing with the humans to cover up the damages caused by the battle. They didn't enjoy knowing that there was another Autobot to cover up for, especially since they didn't know how she was going to act. Ironhide had his doubts about the femme as well, but he kept them to himself. No sense in worrying the others with his thoughts. Bumblebee seemed to have taken a liking to her.
It was only natural, they were both mini-bots; not to mention that the small yellow bot was assisting Ratchet whenever he could. The medic was thankful for the help and it allowed him to keep a close eye on Bumblebee as well. The little bot had been careful not to use his voice around the CMO, unless told to do so, which wasn't often. He knew how lucky he was to have it back, he owed his voice and his legs to the bot often beside him.
"Go get some rest, 'bee, I'll stay with her until Ratchet wakes up," said the weapons specialist, he wanted to spend some time with the femme alone. Even if she wasn't online he enjoyed talking to her.
"Hey, hey, hey. Goodbye," said the little bot before he got up and walked out of the hanger to go see Optimus. Yes, he had been on the receiving end of a rather lengthy scolding, but he felt that it was worth it. He had been able to see the femme without being questioned by Ratchet. However he was now serving as the CMO's assistant, he enjoyed spending time with him, and felt that after a while he wouldn't have to worry about his vocal processors.
"Optimus?" asked Bumblebee, taking advantage of their com-links. The large bot wasn't at the hanger, he was most likely patrolling. Bumblebee waited for a response, revving his engines as he knelt down to rest. He needed a good recharge, then again he also wanted to make sure that everything was okay with the small femme. They still didn't know her name, or anything about her really. Ratchet was hopeful, he said that he should be able to bring her back online soon. Everything was going according to plan, in spite of this she had managed to scare the spark out of him time and time again.
Many of her repairs had been crude and shouldn't have worked. Optimus shared his surprise, he knew better than anyone else that the femmes had been destroyed. He also had his fears about the small femme, she could be a Decepticon sent to destroy them from the inside out. If she was, then why did she destroy the other? He really needed to speak with her, if only Ratchet would turn her systems back on. He had been meaning to check up on his progress. He heard the yellow bots call and turned around, driving back towards the hanger. He was done with his patrol anyway.
He shifted back to his robotic alt-form and looked at Bumblebee, "What troubles you, little one?"
"I'm scared, uh huh," Bumblebee said quietly, he didn't enjoying the feeling, it was strange. Prime looked down at him, his faceplate conveying what could be considered a smile. He knew how he felt, he too, was afraid for the femme currently laying in the med bay. They turned to look at the hanger doors, from within they could hear shouts of anger. Either Ironhide had done something stupid, or the medic was awake and mad about something. They walked in quickly, discovering the old weapons specialist being dragged out of the area by Ratchet.
"I don't care if you talk to her, or not. But I have work to do, and you are not helping!" exclaimed the medic as he released Ironhide and turned to fix glaring optics on the other two Autobots.
"Do you require anything?" asked Optimus gently, glancing at Ironhide who was walking out of the hanger. Bumblebee walked passed the CMO with purpose, he was going to help whether he liked it or not. Both Ratchet and Optimus watched as he did so, a look of amusement upon the latter's faceplate. The former however was pleased, he would be able to do a quick check up before getting back to work.
"How are things coming with the femme?" asked the Autobot leader as he moved closer to his medial officer.
"She's stable. I should be able to get her back online in a few hours," replied the medical bot happily, "You should have seen what I've had to replace, Optimus. How she's done any of this is beyond me. By all rights she should be dead." His voice dropped as he admitted the last phrase.
"Good, I shall leave you to your work. Inform me as soon as she is online."
"Of course." Ratchet then turned and walked into the med bay, finding Bumblebee looking down at the femme. He seemed to be in deep thought, as if trying to talk with her through a link. Ratchet had mulled over the possibility of that a long time ago, admittedly he never tried it. He never found a reason to chat with bots that were offline. Maybe the small yellow bot was going to have more luck.
"Ready to get to work?" he asked, grabbing a few tools and walking towards them.
"Let's get ready to rummmmble!" exclaimed Bumblebee bouncing on his feet, he was more than ready to get to work, even if he should have been recharging. He only hoped that Ratchet wouldn't notice, or ask him about his state of power. He would have been so lucky.
"Where is he? He should be recharging!" growled a very angry Ironhide as he entered the med bay. Bumblebee shrunk down to avoid the large bots glare. Ratchet turned to face Ironhide, ready to fling a tool at him. The weapons specialist thought nothing of the CMO's glare as he crossed the floor to Bumblebee's side.
"Opps, I did it again."
"Yes, you did. And if I have to tell you again, I'll drag you there myself," growled Ironhide as he bend at the waist to look him in the optics. "Rest, young one, she'll be here when you get back." he added gently, glancing at the femme.
"Good night," he said as he walked out of the hanger, Ratchet prepared to scold him. Ironhide preventing the scolding by stepping closer to the femme and laying a large mechanical hand on her arm.
"Let's get to work, Ratchet," said the black bot, looking at him. Ratchet smiled and turned back to face the femme and his friend.
They worked the next hour or so in quiet, communicating via link. The only thing the medical mech had left to do was replace her spark casing. And that was when things began to get a little interesting.
Enigma was slowing coming back online, her basic systems running smoothly, even though she knew they shouldn't be. Something must have happened. Have I been captured?
VOCAL PROCESSOR 99%
COOLING SYSTEMS 100%
WARNING unauthorized access to spark WARNING
EMERGENCY REBOOT
Yes, I have captured. She knew just what to do, and if she had to harm a few humans to get away from them, then so be it. She had to find the other Autobots, and quickly if the human were playing around with sparks. She could feel strange devices pulling at her spark casing, almost like mech digits. She pushed the thought away. No time for second thoughts, she had to do something.
She activated her canons while simultaneously jumping, as quickly as she could, into a standing position. Her optics scanned the room quickly, it was filled with various tools, supplies and two…Autobots. No, that couldn't be right. Unless that voice she had been hearing had belonged to one of them.
"Whoa, whoa!" exclaimed Ratchet, both himself and Ironhide, moving back. The femme wasn't the only one with canons blazing. Ratchet found himself between a potently hostile femme bot, and a canon-totting-trigger-happy Ironhide. Maybe he was in the wrong line of work, but being a pacifist had it's advantages. He knew how to talk Ironhide down at least, the femme might prove to be a bit harder.
They stood there in silence, measuring up the other. Ironhide really liked this femme, after his own spark. Even if she was a bit on the viscous side, judging by the way she dealt with the Decepticon. Whom they identified as Barricade. Ratchet moved to face the femme slightly, getting a better view of her. He knew old Ironhide wasn't going to fire on her; he was more concerned that she would fire on them. "Optimus, we have a little problem. It seems our femme bot has awoken ahead of schedule."
"Who are you?!" she demanded, as if reading the medic's thoughts. They didn't really have time to respond; Optimus had rushed into the med bay, his hands up in a gesture of submission. One he learned by watching some human movies.
"Ironhide, but them away!" commanded the leader of the Autobots, never taking his optics off the femme. He heard the hiss come from his old friend, then the pleasant sound of his canons powering down. "I am Optimus Prime. Leader of the Autobots. This is Ratchet, my medical officer, he has been working to repair you for days. And Ironhide, my weapons specialist." He motioned to each of them in turn.
Enigma lowered her canons, just now taking notice of how nicely everything was functioning. She didn't know if she could trust them, but they seemed to be very trusting of her. She locked her optics on the one called Ratchet, he had been the one tinkering around with her systems? He had fixed everything, and now she felt weird. A few vorns of running at near system failure, being back to full power would shock even the strongest of bots.
"I am grateful to you," her canons withdrew, "I am called Enigma." She allowed her posture to drop slightly, as if she was relaxing now that she knew who was around her. She had found them, the last of the Autobots. She could feel the optics of the others on her, making her slightly uncomfortable.
Ratchet moved towards her slowly, causing her to take a step back. He looked at Optimus, "I still need to repair her spark casing." He spoke through their link.
"Then it must be done. Shall I inform her?" came the reply, followed by a quizzical tilt of the head.
"No, it should be me. I'm the CMO." Ratchet said looking back at Enigma.
"Enigma?" he said gently, using the same tone he often used on Ironhide or Bumblebee to get them to calm down during an exam. "I need to repair your spark casing," he continued once he had her attention.
Enigma looked down at her spark casing, it was indeed need of repair, but what all did he have in mind. "How much needs to be repaired?" she wasn't one to beat around the bush, not when it came to someone messing around her spark. She was fine with it the way it was, so why wasn't this medic bot.
"To be quite honest, all of it," he motioned for her to come closer, gesturing at the table in which had jumped from only a breem ago.
Enigma moved towards Ratchet, she was going to have to trust this mech for a little while longer. She sat down on the table and looked at him for further instructions. Ratchet placed a large hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her down. It would be easier to replace if she was laying down.
"I need you to go offline, Enigma," he said, moving to grab the tool he required. Ironhide and Optimus watched silently, hoping that for the sake of the femme that she wouldn't do anything.
"I do not want to go offline again," she stated, turning her head to look at the tool he held in his hand. She looked at others, something had just come to her attention; the bot who had spoken with her wasn't there. She glance around the med bay again, her optics scanning for any spark in the area. She found the spark in question, it was in another area. She looked back at the mech standing over her.
"Where is the other Autobot?"
"What?" asked Ratchet, confused. She couldn't know about Bumblebee, could she? Unless the little bot had been actually speaking with her all this time. It warranted some research. Later, I'll think about that later. he thought, committing the idea to his memory bank.
"The other bot, where is he?" she asked again, this time her question was met with shocked looks from the other two Autobots as well.
"I'll get 'bee." said Ironhide, "He wanted to be here anyways." He left the hanger and into their private quarters. He gently placed a hand on Bumblebees resting form.
"Get up, Bumblebee. She's awake," he said shaking him slightly. Bumblebee came back online, his optics flickering back to brightness. He sat up.
"She is awake now?" he asked quickly, completely ignoring the hum of annoyance coming from the weapons specialist. He was excited and so forgot not to use his voice. Ratchet would just have to deal with it.
Bumblebee rushed into the med bay followed by Ironhide who, for lack of better word, was smiling. Optimus found the young bots enthusiasm refreshing, abide a little odd. Did the young bot already have a friendship with her? Judging by her own reaction to the yellow bots entrance, yes they had a devolving friendship.
Bumblebee looked up at Ratchet, then back down to Enigma. The medical mech knew his question, and he also knew that now that he was here she would more cooperative. "I still need to repair her spark casing. Are you going to assist me?"
"Yes, if she wishes," he said looking down at Enigma. He was hit in the back of the head by the tool Ratchet was currently holding. Snickering could be heard from behind them, and it most likely belonged to both Autobots. Enigma looked at them, then back at Ratchet.
"I trust, Bumblebee not to let anything happen to me while I am under your care," she said strongly. She did not know that she had insulted the CMO, but she did know that the voice in her head was beside her again. And that was all that mattered at the moment.
"I need you go offline, Enigma." The CMO stated as he positioned himself above her spark casing. Bumblebee looked at her again, his faceplate conveying the importance of her being offline.
"This is quick, but not quite painless," he said, using the radio to please Ratchet. Enigma shutdown her optics before finally off lining herself. She entered a state of recharge, even if she didn't really need it, she felt better knowing that she would be able to protect herself if she needed to.
Songs used by Bumblebee: Na na hey hey Kiss him Goodbye Bananarama, Scared John Lennon, Let's get ready to rumble Michael Buffer, Opps I did it again Brittany Spears, What's it feel like to be a ghost Taking back Sunday