Transformers

Title: Frighteningly Trapped

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

Disclaimer: As always NOT MINE!


The following orns after that incident had found First Aid being more subdued and jumping at almost every sound or shadow, the change in the young apprentice's behavior hadn't been noticeable at first but other mechs on the base had begun to notice the changes in the younger mech's behavior. His brother's had noticed that he was recharging less and less when he was with them, he had taken to taking half recharge cycles in the med bay and then he would be leaping into back into whatever type of assignment that Ratchet had set him to. Wheeljack had begun working on a new arm for First Aid under Ratchet's supervision so that it wouldn't explode upon reattachment to what remained of First Aid's arm, so First Aid had a half arm for the moment until that was finished and an artificial limb was attached in place of the missing parts.

"Ratchet, what are we going to do? Hot Spot says that he doesn't even return to their quarters to recharge and he has been taking half recharges here in the bay."

"I know 'Jack. But we can't really do anything until he comes to us."

His restless behavior was noticed by nearly everyone who had come into contact with him, he had even flinched away from Optimus Prime, when he had come with Prowl and Jazz to speak with Ratchet and Wheeljack. Though Ratchet and Wheeljack were especially to reassure the Prime that he was not the cause for the young mech's behavior, but only that Megatron was the cause for the young mech's unsettled behavior and restlessness. When First Aid had seen the tall quiet leader, he had dropped the tool box that he had set to organize, startling everyone including himself and set immediately to make himself seem as small as possible in a corner farthest from them and the door.

True to what Ratchet and Wheeljack had thought that they would do, Blades and Streetwise were intent on finding that patrol commander had gotten some of the Aerialbots and the Twins to help find the mech that taken their brother out on that patrol. Though the act in finding the mech was proving harder than the two Protectobots had previously thought to be.

It literally seemed as though the mech had known that they were after him and had chosen to vanish so to speak, so that they couldn't find him and let the young Protectobots have at him for what had happened to their brother. The Twins were getting annoyed at the lack of actually finding the mech and taken to voicing their opinions out loud.

"We're not making any progress here! I mean how hard is it to find just one mech?"

"Sides."

"What Sunny?"

"One don't call me that and two just shut up! We're supposed to helping not complaining."

Streetwise shot the gold twin a grateful look as he followed Blades down the hallways still looking for the wayward mech. As their small group continued down the hallway, another mech smirked slightly at them from a now opened door before heading the direction that they had come from into the directions of the med bay and the command center. He opened a silent running comm channel and contacted his chosen contact.

"Lord Megatron come in. This is Rengalam speaking."

"Speak then."

"Plan is going according to plan, my Lord."

"Excellent proceed with the next part of the plan."

"As you command, my Lord."

"Good. Megatron out."

The mech known as Rengalam felt nothing in his spark, he would continue his mission and plan to not fail his Lord and master of the Decepticon Empire. And if getting rid a mech or two was what would just happen to be the thing that would be helped to further his master's plans, then so be it he would see to it that it would happen. He had no regrets for anything that he done or ever would do in the future to come. As he entered the med bay, he nodded to the medic staff on duty, then moved over to the berth where Ratchet's apprentice, First Aid, lay on and watched as First Aid came out of his interrupted recharge, smirking at him as the young mech's optics widened and he started to babble out of his vocalizer incoherently and flailing around on the berth. He slipped silently out of the bay as the medic staff on duty swarmed around the younger mech and laughed silently as he disappeared out of sight in the busy hallway of rushing mechs.


TBC