Frighteningly Trapped Part 2

Summary: He should of have really paid to where he was and if he could get away from his attacker.

Disclaimer: Transformers doesn't belong to me, but it belongs to HasTak instead.

Prompt Pairing: First Aid (G1)/Megatron (07 movie)/trapped


He came online with a start, his optics under his visor searching out where he was frantically. At first he didn't recognize where he was until, he heard the sound of something coming online and being ready for use, he started struggling rather violently against the hands that were holding him down onto the table.

"Frag it! He came online too soon! The slagging repairs won't hold if he keeps struggling!"

"Primus Aid, calm down!?"

He didn't heed what the voices were telling him to do and he sat up quickly ramming his head up into someones faceplates. When that pair of hands let go of him, he immediately bolted from the table and out of the room, down what his frantic thoughts were telling him was a hallway, there were surprised exclamations from other mechs in the hallways that he could hear over his pounding feet and the pounding feet of his pursuers behind him.

"What the -!!"

"Primus, Aid, stop running!"

"Does the hallway anytime soon? Ratchet wants him brought back in the bay for observation."

"Yes it should end right about.. now."

He found himself stuck at a end wall of the hallway and crouched down in one corner of the hallway watching them carefully, his systems sending warnings up through his CPU that the sudden bolt and run tactic had probably done some unneeded damage to the already damaged parts of his systems. He needed to run a diagnostic scan later to figure out what was wrong.

He then looked to his arm wanting to understand why he couldn't move his fingers at all and was shocked to find that his hand up to his elbow joint was barely hanging together by a thin slightly torn wire to the upper metal of his arm.

"Hey... 'Aid?"

He started violently at the sound of another mech's voice and turned to find that Wheeljack was crouched down near him, with his brothers just behind him standing with some other mechs. Then the thin wire finally torn in half and the lower half of his arm fell onto the floor with a loud clang, startling everyone there including him with the loudness of the sound in the quiet.

"W... Wheeljack?"

"Hey kid. You ready to head back to the bay to see Ratchet?"

"Yea... I didn't hurt anyone did I?"

"No kid.. you just startled everyone by coming online suddenly and then bolting out of the bay like you did."

"Oh good..."

His systems finally forced him into stasis-lock, his body slumping forward on gravities' pull and into the older mech's arms.


He came online slowly, his systems not screaming at him. Wait screaming at him? He quickly checked his internal clock told him that he had been offline for at least several breems. He looked through his visor and realized that he was in the med bay and that there was more than one mech were talking quietly close by. His sensors identified and told him that the two mechs were Ratchet and Wheeljack.

"He shouldn't have gone with that patrol!"

"Ratchet, just calm yourself. Aid doesn't need you to be this upset.."

"Upset!? I'm not upset, I'm fragging livid!! Once I find out who took him out there on patrol, I'll turn the mech into spare parts!"

"Woah calm down, Ratch. At least now Aid is back and safe in the base."

"Hmmm..."

He tried to stay still so as to draw their attention to him, but his body chose that moment to twitch a bit and he made a soft sound that did end up bringing their attention onto him and they came over to the berth. Wheeljack put his hand gently on First Aid's shoulder, while Ratchet stood behind him. The older medic's expression was quiet and stormy as he watched his friend and his apprentice appraisingly whereas the engineer's expression that he could partly see was happy and warm.

"Hey kid. How are you feeling?"

First Aid stopped to considered the question briefly, before he pushed his visor to the side slightly to look at them both.

"I will admit that I've... felt better. What happened?"

The quiet nearly unheard question had the two older mechs looking at each other and then back to First Aid, who was watching them, Ratchet moved over to his other side as though to observe the Spark monitor while Wheeljack was left to answer the younger mech's question.

"What do you remember first off, Aid?"

First Aid mulled over the question, his optics and visor dimming slightly as he accessed his memory banks while Ratchet and Wheeljack watched.

"I remember being asked by a patrol unit commander to go with his unit.... and going with the patrol team on a predesignated patrol route."

They nodded, Ratchet's systems humming irritatedly and Wheeljack's optics dimming slightly as they both made to find the unit patrol commander and ream him – that is if the other Protectobots hadn't already done so.

"That much we know happened. Do you remember anything else?"

"..I also remember thinking that the patrol was boring and way too quiet. The unit commander had expected some action at least – which was why he had asked me to join the patrol. I remember on the way back to the base being distracted by something that was sparking and in some debris and then leaving the patrol unit, I had told them that I had seen something just off the route. I think that he was either ignoring me or he had heard what I said, so I took off on my own to go look at what I had seen."

Wheeljack's grip on his shoulder had tightened slightly and Ratchet had made to move him out of the med bay thinking that he had gone into recharge, but stopped as soon as he cleared his vocalizer and spoke.

"What had I thought was a mech turned out instead to be a sparking piece of an old machine long gone in that area. Then I realized that I was stupid to leave the group... because by then I was running trying to find my way back to the team. But I had gotten lost and he was taking great pleasure in chasing me."

First Aid's optics became brighter along with the visor as he felt the panic that he felt in that cycle, when he had been running.

"Who was chasing you, Aid? Who was he?"

The too bright optics turned to look at them both fully.

"The former High Lord Protector himself. Megatron. He was threatening to kill me and he used a piece of metal that he somehow found in the debris to spear me by my arm. By Primus... his laugh had a cruel sound to it."

He didn't continue as he leaned over the other side of the berth and rejected what little or any energon that had managed to make it into his systems. As that happened, he missed the look that Ratchet and Wheeljack shared between them.

-End