Way over due for a new chapter, what can I say my life has been crazy. Medical stuff galore, tests and surgeries, so much to deal with and I'm no better, actually I'm worse than ever. I've nearly lost my house, I've had my utilities turned off and am fighting to even keep water and electric on which there is no living without, my mom is oxygen dependent and will die, plus we would have no access to any kind of food without electricity. Water, yeah thats another must have, flushing toilets, showers and drinking wise. Still fighting for some kind of income and being driven insane in the meantime. Oh and my dog died a few weeks ago. So yeah thats my excuse. But I am hoping to have new chapters down quicker, if at all possible. One new exciting thing though, I'm writing m own novel, you can find the prolog on my blog along with lots of manga stuff and yummy yaoi pictures.
One more new thing, from now on I will be blocking all spammers and flamers, really people grow up! And to the rest of you wonderful readers, thank you and enjoy :-)
Merry Christmas!
Chapter 4
The two soldiers lay quietly in their beds, their bodies clad only in boxers intertwined with one another. The Major laying in the protective embrace of his mate and his head resting on the broad chest beneath him. At Ratchet's insistence they had reluctantly left the med bay and the teen for some much needed rest. The medic had assured them he would keep them apprised of any changes with the boy.
After only a couple hours of uneasy sleep the sound of an annoyingly loud buzzing sound woke the pair. The major let out a groan as he reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his phone. Will didn't bother checking the caller ID, he knew it had to be important for someone to be calling this late.
"ello" He mumbled groggily into the device.
"Get to the med bay immediately, we have a situation" Ratchet shouted, not bothering to wait for a reply.
"Ironhide..." The major began but was cut off mid sentence.
"I know Ratchet comm'd me as well, get dressed" The weapon specialist replied, his clothes appearing in an instant.
The major gave him an envious glare, if only it was that easy for everyone. He hurriedly put on his pants, grabbing his shirt and shoes as they ran out the door, he would finish dressing on the way, he didn't want to waste any extra time.
They arrived at the medical building only a few minutes later. It was a good thing they were on base and not on a public road, as they would have most certainty broke every speed limit & law imaginable. As soon as the door to the building was opened they could hear Sam's frantic screams of 'No' and 'Don't touch me'. They rushed inside and saw the panic stricken teen huddled in a corner of the room, his back pressed hard against the wall and his legs pulled tight against his chest, blood smeared down one of his arms. Weakly he tried to protect himself from the two figures in front of him, even though they were no real threat.
The two holos, Ratchet and First Aid, were crouched down on the floor close to the young human, talking quietly, trying their best to calm the boy down. They looked up to see the two soldiers enter and quickly moved out of the way. The major moved slowly and as non-threatening as possible over to the terrified teen and sat down on the floor in front of him. He didn't try to touch Sam just yet, instead he spoke soft reassurances.
"Sam… Hey, it's okay… Everything's okay, your safe… It's just me, Will..." The major cooed.
"W- Will..." Sam hesitantly asked looking up at the soldier, recognition sparking in his eyes. "Don't let them hurt me" Sam whispered pleadingly.
"Shhh… It's okay, no one is going to hurt you" The major assured.
The boy cautiously reached out with trembling arms, seeking comfort and protection, it just felt so safe and right being in the older mans embrace. Carefully he was pulled off the cold hard floor and into the majors lap. He curled up again the strong chest. Reassuring words were whispered, his hair softly stroked and finally he was able to relax.
Ironhide watched as his mate soothed the young human. Now that the boy was safely out of danger it was time for some answers so he turned to the medic, or perhaps it would be more accurate to say he turned on the medic, his protectiveness driving him."What exactly did you do to him?" he growled.
"We didn't do anything to him Ironhide, he woke up screaming and we tried to calm him down" Ratchet spat back, insulted at the insinuation.
"Clearly you didn't!" The weapon specialist retorted.
"That's obviously why I called the two of you, now isn't it" The medic snapped back.
"What happened to his arm" Ironhide questioned looking at the splatter of blood.
"He tore his Iv out when he panicked, now help me get him back on the table so I can clean and bandage it… Then we can settle him to the room I prepared for him here in the medbay" The medic answered.
"NO..." The teen shouted "I want to go home, I don't wanna stay here" He insisted.
"Sam you can't go back to your apartment, there's no one there. Bumblebee is still away and there no way you're staying alone" The medic responded.
"But I, I don't want to stay here" Sam said, tears burning his eyes.
The two soldiers looked at one another, having their own silent conversation, a few moments went by and then they both nodded in agreement. "Sam can come stay with us… If you want to that is" The major offered.
"Is… Is it really okay?" The teen asked looking between the two soldiers, a spark of hopefulness in his hazel orbs.
"Of course it is" The major replied, smiling.
"Fine, that's settled then, but first I need to take care of that arm and you two will have to get him some clothes… Unless you plan to go out looking like that" Ratchet said pointing at the teen.
Sam looked down at himself, suddenly becoming aware of how flimsy the gown he was wearing was and how little it actually covered. His cheeks flushed a deep red in embarrassment which earned him a chuckle from the man whose lap he was still in. Will stood up, somehow managing to lift the teen with him and helped him back up onto the table. The two soldiers moved to leave, promising they would return shortly. As they neared the door they glanced back, the teen was looking at them, his eyes conveying a desperate plea of I'm scared don't leave me. They hesitated, both feeling an overwhelming need to protect the boy. The wanted nothing more than to turn back and engulf him in their protective embrace. But they didn't, resisting the urge, right now it was more important to get some clothes for the young brunette, then they could take him home and take care of him… Properly.
Author's note: I actually have a lot more written for this story I just need to type it all up, so there will hopefully be new chapters very soon.