A medic's last hope
Ch. 3: Memories do not like to be forgotten
Sethblackwolf
Disclaimer: Same as chapter one.
Bluestreak groaned as he heard Sunstreaker and Sideswipe yell through the wall.
"Jeez! Some of us are trying to get some recharge. Not that I will be able to anyhow. Frag cute Decepticon medics and their psychotic bed side manners. Wait… Did I say cute? What's cute about a crazy mech? Well…" Bluestreak started to drift off into recharge. "… He does remind me of someone…" The sniper did not recharge peacefully.
Bluestreak was waiting in the rec room for someone… Was it Bumblebee? No… Gears? No, it was none of the minibots. The sniper looked up at the sound of the door opening. Ratchet! But… something wasn't right. Something told him the Ratchet wasn't supposed to be there. Bluestreak shook the feeling off. Did Ratchet know who he was looking for? The grey mech started to walk towards the medic only to stop dead in his tracks. What he saw made his energon run cold. Ratchet had that same disturbed smile as… as… The room went cold and dark. Suddenly Bluestreak was on his back and bound to a flat, wet surface. Ratchet was looking down at him with a laser scalpel.
"It's a good thing no one can hear you scream…"
Bluestreak woke up with a gasp. He checked his chronometer.
"Slag it!" The sniper was in recharge for less than five hours. "I got to get out of here. I can't go back into recharge like this. But what can I do? I know! Wheeljack… I'll talk to Wheeljack!" He headed out of his quarters and to the labs. For some reason Bluestreak's spark did a happy flutter at the mention of the inventor. He knocked on the doors.
"Come in!"
-( In the labs)-
Wheeljack was putting away his equipment when he heard a knock on the doors of his sanctuary.
"Come in!" The inventory was pleasantly surprised when Bluestreak opened the doors. The smile left his faceplates though, when he saw what condition the sniper was in. "Wow Bluestreak, you look… tired." The grey mech sighed as he stumbled into the lab.
"You have no idea! I can't get a bit of recharge! It's all Ratchet's fault! If he wasn't so darn scary all of the time th-." The inventor cut him off.
"What do you mean that it's all Ratchet's fault?" He asked as he handed the grey mech an energon cube.
"Oh! Ratchet's really not at fault. It's just that I had a nightmare and he was in it. But that's just silly. We don't get nightmares. We have corrupted memory files that try to play during recharge but nothing like what happens to the humans when they sleep. I don't get it. I have no memory of getting any of my files corrupted." Bluestreak took a pause as he gulped down the cube.
"Why don't you ask Ratchet to defrag you?" Wheeljack winced as Bluestreak sprayed energon all over the front of his chassis. He pulled out a cleaning rag from subspace on proceeded to clean himself off, chuckling at the snipers spluttered apology.
"I'm so sorry Wheeljack! I'm fine. I promise I'm fine. There's no need for me to go to Ratchet!" A sense of dread started to creep up on Wheeljack.
"Exactly what happened in the dream to make you so afraid of Ratchet?" Bluestreak took a deep breath.
"Well the first thing that scared me was his smile. It wasn't anything like his rare smiles. It looked like a mixed of insanity and sincerity; almost like he believed that something messed up was the truth. Then I was strapped down to something wet. It looked like I was in a Decepticon Med Bay. Ratchet appeared and he… he said… that it was a good thing that no one could hear me scream." The grey sniper shuddered and leaned over to rest against Wheeljack. "Do you mind if I recharge here?"
"Sure, let me pull out the spare cot." While he was doing this Wheeljack thought that it was about time he and his brother had a little talk.