Delicate

by Zaru

Summary: All four of the women are sick so they go to Ratchet for help only to find out that the bonding had much more of an impact on their bodies than they thought would happen!

Disclaimer: I own Zaru Kiys, Club Kunoichi and a few very minor characters. I do not own Transformers. It belongs to Hasbro. I do not own Leiana Lopez. She belongs to Ninjalala. I do not own Rose Connelly. She belongs to Blackwing Rose. I do not own Jade Rivers. She belongs to Icarian Angel Wings. I do not own any songs mentioned in this fic either. They were created/written/sang by their owners. I do not profit from this fanfic, but I do enjoy writing them.

A/n: It's been awhile since I pulled out a chapter for this so I thought I would do that for everybody. Hope you enjoy. It might be a little short for your tastes, but it's the best I can come up with on such short notice.

Chapter 2

The scan diagnostic was taking longer than normal. Ratchet thought it might be some kind of malfunction within the Cybertronian technology, but that was impossible. He had designed the scanners himself to specifically fit their human allies should injury or illness occur with any of them. But with the process taking such a long time, he was beginning to worry that something worse than illness might be wrong with them. Especially with his British spark mate.

Skyfire continued to stand by on Jade's side of the berth she and her sick friends were laying upon. The girl had woken up once during the diagnostic but fell back asleep shortly after. She was a little paler than before and it worried the giant, white mech to no extent. Within his processor, he wanted to berate himself for not keeping a better eye on her. If only her situation was caught beforehand, there might have been a way to stall it and cure her before things went to far.

Unfortunately they barely saw the girls within the last couple weeks. And when they did, it was only because they were escorting them to work, home or the base. And since Skyfire was at the base most of the time, he wasn't able to see her as much. Nor could Ratchet since he was the medic and tended to stay in the med bay most of the time. So it was rather difficult seeing them in their current state. And it only worsened the longer it took for the scan diagnostic to finish.

The yellow Lamborghini mech watched as his mate grew paler and paler with each few moments that passed by. His spark ached to hold her close, to never let go of her at all. Although he seemed like the kind of mech that was way into himself - not caring about anybody else - but he did. He did care. He cared much about Leiana - and the others - to a high extent. They were like family to him and he did worry much about family. No matter how many flings Sunstreaker had on Cybertron with other femmes, this Latina human femme - his spark mate and partner - was the only one who could ever make his spark ache. She was the only one who made him feel good, not to mention all the fun times he had arguing and making up with her because of his perverted nature.

He leaned over Leiana, enough not to be caught under the scanners. "Talk to me. Yell at me. Bitch at me. Nag. Throw something at me. Hit me. I don't care what you do. Just do something so I know you're all right and that you can hear me."

The dark-haired college girl moaned a little, her chocolate eyes slitting while staring up at him. "S-Sunstreaker?"

"Hey." He smiled. "Are you okay?"

"I… don't kn…." She trailed off as she fell into unconsciousness.

"Lala. Come on. Don't play games. Wake up." His voice was a little shaky. "Please."

BEEP!

Ratchet hurried over to his computer checking the data the scanners pulled from the humans. It was enough information to make his processor overload if he scanned all that within his memory banks.

Mirage cocked his head to the side. "Is it finally done?" He wanted to touch his spark mate. The minutes that passed by felt like hours to him and his spark wanted to feel her close. Just to let him know she was still there amongst them.

The medic. "Of course, Mirage. But please, do not touch them more than you have to. They may be very weak and we can't have you breaking them now."

Skyfire moved away from Jade, standing behind Ratchet to absorb the information himself. "What did the scanners pick up, Ratchet?"

"I'm still processing the data, Skyfire. Please be patient."

The medic read through the data trying to make anything out of it. According to the diagnostic he pulled from the scanners, the girls showed weakened immune systems, a decrease in human nutrients, prolonged body fatigue and exhaustion. And those were just a few of the things wrong with them.

All of these made sense when humans got the 'flu' as it was called. A common cold virus that spreads like wildfire through germs in the air into humans' system allowing them to get sick. But there was one piece of data that kept pulling at him. It was small, but it was something very important not to look over.

Several minutes passed before Ratchet finally stood up and headed over to Rose. How could he have been so stupid? Wasn't it him in the first place that voiced the opinion of humans and Cybertronians not mixing together? He should have known there was something wrong from the first moment it happened. Such a subtle detail from her, but it was enough that should have worried him.

"I'm sorry, my English Rose. I truly am. If I had the slightest knowledge that something like this would happen, I wouldn't have done it. I wouldn't have wanted to risk your simple, human life just because I wanted to be with you in such a way." He gently padded the top of her head with his finger.

The spy mech set a hand on Ratchet's shoulder. "Ratchet, what are you talking about? What's causing them to be sick like this?"

"It was us."

"What?" Skyfire was now confused. "What do you it was us?"

"The first step in the bonding process." He shook his head. "It was too much for their organic bodies to handle."

All four mechs stared at each helplessly and back down at the girls.

"Will they get better?" Sunstreaker asked.

"I don't know, Sunstreaker. I haven't the slightest clue if they will. With the data from the scanners, I would say they were…"He couldn't say it.

"Were what, Ratchet? Don't leave us out." Mirage pleaded.

"There's a chance that because their immune systems are weak, if it's not built back up soon and fights their sickness, then they could easily die from a simple virus that could easily be cured."

TBC…

A/n: Damn, I'm a bitch. Hope you enjoyed.

Zaru