I am so sorry for my tardiness; spring is a busy time for shepherdesses, farmers and band kids. As well as lassies who want a full ride scholarship to a good collage. As for the comment I received, thank you. This chapter is for you then, although, I would like to know your name/ penname, preferably the latter, so I can address you properly. Anyaways (yes, I spelled that wrong for a reason) to writing I get. FYI: this does get a bit disturbing; if you are disturbed easily skip over the italic section in the beginning of the chapter. It is Ratchet having a flashback.
Ratchet walked down the dark ally, he'd been working late again. As he walked he would stumble, for his mind was not on the ground upon which he walked.
"Optimus?" he looked at the leader, whom was nearly to tears, "What happened, what did you see?"
The leader shook his head, "I can't talk about it, I don't want anyone coming with me, but there's so many wounded and dying…"
"It can't be worse than the battles." Ratchet trailed alongside his brother.
"Ratchet, I said-" but the Prime knew he could not stop the stubborn medic.
They came over a battle-torn crest, before them lay a field covered in the white sheets that covered the dead, there were no birds, no music, no sounds save for screams and moans and mourning. A red and white femme, malnourished and bearing terrible wounds and scars, stumbled towards them. Her legs gave out as she approached; Ratchet gingerly caught her, trying not to bring her pain.
"There are more inside the warehouse. Come." She said. Her voice did not tremor, nor did she show any anxiety, pain or joy, nor did she exhibit any sort of exhaustion. She simply said it, as a fact, a terrible fact that was not anything but there. She said it as if it was just a thing that was just there.
She led them, stumbling, tripping and refusing to take any help from anyone, to the death-painted warehouse. Ratchet followed her through the door, he looked around and the world went black.
"What's his name?" a stranger's muddled vocal apparatus verbalized.
"Ratchet, I told him not to come, but he's too stubborn." the familiar voice of a brother echoed in the blur.
Ratchet moaned, the world slowly focused, he saw Optimus and the femme's heads right up close to his own.
"Ratchet, honey, are you ok?" the femme pushed him down as he attempt to get up, "Uh-uh, you just stay sweetspark; you're in a bit of shock."
"Obey or I will shut you down, I'm not kidding this time." Optimus locked optics with his dear friend and his reflected his words.
"You won't, I have work to do. I just got overwhelmed." The medic attempted to get up again, "Let me up!"
"Ratchet." Optimus raised an eyebrow.
"Don't use your warning voice on me; forcing me to stay would go against your principles!" Ratchet leapt up and began to scan victims. "Who are you anyways?"
"Pris-" she fell suddenly. Ratchet could do nothing as she groaned and shuddered on the ground, she had been off energon for too long and suddenly had it almost forced down her throat by unknowing soldiers.
"Help them!" she murmured, then her optics flashed, and she went limp.
He looked up at the moon, which was covered by clouds. His gut twinged, a moonless night. Just a dream, just a dream. He did not know what had happened to her, she was probably dead.
Shadows moved around him, I am not opening another comm. link. He started to speed up.
Something hit his shoulder hard, knocking him down. A shadow grabbed his throat, his voice box. He could not scream as more and more hits came. His movement system was shut down, the ground moved underneath him…
"Stupid Doctor!" a red and white femme muttered as she leapt across the roofs of buildings, "Stupid doctor! Why can't you not be so stubborn!?"
Something flew towards them, hurtling form a rooftop. The shadow had a large stick and angry blue eyes, like blue flames that turned to ash all they struck. She struck both of the medic's captors as she landed. Then she continued to block and strike them, as if she had known this fight, as if she had rehearsed it. At last they ran, it was better to be alive than dead.
She turned to the red and white bot on the ground, energon was everywhere. "Primus! Let it not be too late!" she began to sob as she wrapped his injuries, not like there was any energon left to stop form leaking, it was more so she could feel like she had done something.
Optimus read the note on Ratchet's door with a happy smile. "Going on a vacation, don't know when I am coming back." He chuckled, "Well finally, Bother!"
