Bunny tapped his foot on the ground and sent everyone back to the base. To say the soldiers were surprised would be an understatement. What was really surprising was that every single one of them aboard the ship could see them, making it a little awkward for Bunny and North, who were not used to it.
Ratchet brought Jack, who had convulsed once more, down to his temporary medical room. Jack was set down on a large, metal bed made for thirty foot robots. He looked tiny on it!
"Lay down, boy." Ratchet said. He was messing with something on a nearby table. When he turned around, Jack gulped. The yellow medic was holding a tiny, to the bot, syringe needle filled with a clear liquid.
Ratchet was not pleased to see his patient still standing up. He stalked over and easily forced Jack to lie down, keeping him there with his hands. "So-sor-sorry. I-I-I d-don't li-like n-n-needles." Jack stuttered horribly. That was the only time he ever stuttered, around needles. He had really bad Aichmophobia.
Ratchet studied Jack for a moment before flashing a bright light in his eyes. Jack blinked in surprise, not even noticing the medic stick the needle in his arm and press down the plunger. "Hey! What was that fo- oh! That wasn't a nice trick." Jack pouted. The pain in his body was slowly fading as the morphine did its job. It worked well. For about five minutes.
Jack convulsed on the table, curling into a tight ball as whatever was happening to him overtook the frug and made it as though it had never been there. He could hear Ratchet send out a series of loud clicks and whirs, but couldn't understand them. His body felt like it was burning, but he didn't understand WHY.
"Optimus! You need to see this!" Ratchet suddenly shouted, hurting his ears. But that was nothing compared to the pain in the rest of his body. He clenched his eyes tightly closed, locked his jaw shut and balled his hands into fists, trying to force away the pain long enough to pay attention of what was going on.
When he did, he didn't like what he saw. There, on a giant screen, was a scan of his body. There appeared to be some sort of shard impaled deep within his chest, glowing against the rest of the scan.
"What the hell is that?" Jack growled at them, struggling to stand. He finally succeeded it and walked over to the bots. He didn't stumble, his balance too impeccable for that. He glared at the obstruction on the screen, as though that would make it go away.
"Language, sparkling." Optimus growled, not really paying attention to him. Ratchet wasn't either.
"It seems that there was a tiny sliver of the All Spark on Megatron's claw and it transferred to the boy when he was struck. Now it is too deeply embedded into his body for me to safely take it out. His body has grow too dependant on it being there." Ratchet said.
"What do you mean, too dependant?" Jack asked. Thank Moon that Ratchet actually heard him.
"The power from the shard would have been painfully high at first, but now, after so long, your body needs that constant energy to function. If we took it out, you would have to have enough adrenaline running through your body constantly to kill a small bot. It's better if we leave it be."
"Okay, taking it out is bad. Why is it harming me, though?" Jack snapped irritably.
"The Cube was destroyed. That sliver is now holding all the energy that the All Spark possessed. It is simply moving the energy through you so as not to offline you for some time. Your own power is fighting it, though, and that is why it is hurting you." Ratchet explained.
"Of course its something that I can't help. Of course." Jack muttered. He began hovering, his version of pacing, up and down the table, snow falling softly around him as he thought. He glanced over at a large body lying on a similar table to his own. The body was ripped in two and blue liquid slowly leaked from it.
Jack made a blue snowflake and sent it over to the body, a silent apology for its death. To his surprise, and the other mechs, the body jolted as though shocked, and the body began to repair itself. Ratchet dashed over, scanning the body in amazement. He cried out with glee as the bot's chassis buzzed to life and the optics shuttered open.
"What happened?" The mech asked groggily. Jack gasped in surprise. That bot had been dead. Now he wasn't. What had just happened indeed!
"Jazz! You're alive!" Ratchet said happily. Then he grumped up again, grabbing a giant wrench and hitting the smaller bot over the head with it. "You know what a Pit-spawned slagging head you were? What were you thinking, taking on the microchip by yourself?" Ratchet scolded.
"Easy, easy! No need to hit me over the head! I'm fine, see? No harm done! Just offlined for a moment!" Jazz said.
"Jazz, you did more than offline. You deactivated. You were ripped in two." Optimus explained.
"What? What?" That seemed to be all that the mech could say. He looked down at his perfectly fine body in amazement.
"That youngling over there brought you back." Ratchet said, pointing to Jack. Now that Jazz was alive again, Jack felt drained and the pain no longer pulsed through his body.
"Thanks, little one! I owe you one! Now if you could think of a way to get me out of here, that would be great!" Jazz said. Jack smiled weakly at him.
"Yeah, I'll work on that. But I feel a little dizzy right now." With that, Jack fainted.