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"When can I go home?" Lyn looked up at the green-yellow mech, almost pleadingly. Ratchet, for once, was speechless. He'd just gotten used to having another human around the base and already she was wanting to go home?
"Erm…" Think fast, Ratchet. She's expecting an answer. "In all honesty, Lyn, it's not my place to make those kinds of decisions. You'll have to speak to Optimus about it." Lyn looked a little confused. "Besides, I want to keep you around a little longer, just to make sure that you're healing up alright."
"Ratchet, you've seen the injuries for yourself. They're healing fine," Lyn replied, blowing Ratchet's excuse out of the proverbial window.
"Well, we'll see what Optimus says." His tone signalled the end of the conversation.
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It had been almost half an hour, according to Ratchet's chronometer, since their last conversation, and once again, Lyn was getting bored. Not one to sit around, she found the waiting hard-going. She was about to voice her discomfort to the medic when the med bay doors banged open, startling the human and the medic.
"What the slag?" Ratchet hollered, leaping out of his seat and swinging around to face the intruder.
"Hey, such language! And in front of the lady, too! For shame, Doc." Sideswipe winked at Lyn, who blushed slightly. Ratchet growled.
"What do you want?" he asked, coldly. Sideswipe looked like he was contemplating, searching for the right words to say that wouldn't result in a wrench to the helm. The answer to the CMO's question came in the form of a very irate mech.
"SLAGGER! Where are you?" The red mech seemed to jump out of his armour as the holler echoed through the spacious medical bay. It wasn't Ironhide this time, thankfully. Sideswipe dived behind the berth upon which Lyn was sitting just as Warpath barged into the room.
"Ratchet! Where'd he go?" he hollered. The CMO growled again.
"Why don't you see for yourself? And stop shouting and barging into MY med bay!" Of course, his tone instantly dampened the warrior's anger. Everyone knew that you didn't barge into the CMO's work place without a) something wrong with you that needs immediate treatment, b) a proper appointment or c) simply knocking first. Obviously, the twins and Ironhide constantly ignored these three basic, almost life-saving rules. Warpath grumbled something inaudible, glanced at the human, and turned and left. Making sure that the coast was clear, Sideswipe peeked from his hiding place and slowly raised himself.
"Phew! Thanks, Doc. I owe ya."
"I simply didn't want to have to piece you back together. I have enough trouble on my plate with you two as it is," the CMO grumbled. Sideswipe sat next to Lyn, cheekily resting his hand behind her. Ratchet, for reasons unbeknownst to him, couldn't help but feel a little jealous at how casually the younger mech could recline next to the female. Lyn looked up at the red Lamborghini.
"Just what did you do to him?" she asked. He grinned sheepishly.
"Erm...I may have, possibly, accidently, splashed a small amount of paint on him. Completely by accident. Honest Ratch!" The CMO was glaring incredulously at the twin. He pinched between his optics; a gesture he had picked up from the humans.
"Sideswipe, the day you do something accidental will be the day when the Pit opens an ice rink. Now do us a favour and leave."
"Oh, Ratchet, come on. He's not doing any harm," Lyn said.
"Yeah, I'm not doing any harm." Sideswipe copied her tone of voice almost perfectly. Ratchet sighed in exasperation. He felt the beginnings of a processor ache creep up behind his optics. He was about to say something when suddenly the sirens began wailing, followed by an enormous explosion that rocked the base, the tremor strong enough to knock the mech off his feet.
"What in the name of Primus?" Ratchet cried, standing up again. Another explosion, followed by shouting. Sideswipe immediately exited the bay, before running back in.
"We're under attack!" he exclaimed. Lyn couldn't help but feel terrified. She didn't want to face any more of those Decepticons, especially not that one she had first came across.
"Sideswipe, get Lyn out of here."
"But, Ratch…"
"NOW!" Sideswipe scooped the young woman up into his hands before running as fast as he could through the corridors. Mechs were running past him in the opposite direction, obviously to the entrance of the base. He soon came across the other humans.
"Sideswipe! Over here!" Will shouted, waving his hands. Sideswipe turned and quickly put Lyn down. Will took her by the arm as the red warrior ran back the way he came.
"Quick, Lynx. Let's get somewhere safe," he said, pulling her along behind them.
"But, what about Sideswipe and Ratchet?"
"They'll be fine! Come on!" She ran behind them, and just in time as another explosion rocked the base. They hid inside what looked like a storage bay. She couldn't deny that she was afraid, no, terrified about the situation. This must have been what it was like for Dad when he was in the army she thought. She looked to Will, who wore a look of grim determination, and then to the teenagers, who were holding onto each other like life lines. And then it struck her. She was the only human there who was qualified as a medic. She had to keep her cool. She had to stay confident. C'mon, Lyn. You're good at these situations. Keep a level head. She quickly made her way over to the pair and knelt down next to them as the ground shook beneath her. She rested shaking hands on their shoulders.
"It's going to be ok. We're going to be ok." She smiled softly. However, the smile was short lived as an explosion tore the door from its hinges, rocking the room so much that rubble began falling from the ceiling.
"Hey, Barricade, look what I found!" Lyn's blood froze. She looked towards the doorway from where she was crouched, her eyes widening in horror. Her eyes met the same cold red optics of the mech that had almost killed her earlier in the week. He had a sickening smirk on his face when he spotted her.
"Hello again, human. So you did survive. I'll have to remedy that." Before he could even lift his gun, Will opened fire on him and the other Decepticon with him. The Special Ops Captain leapt in front of the others, making sure that he blocked them.
"Get out of here!" he ordered.
"But what about you?"
"Never mind me, Lyn! Get out of here!" Barricade overcame his surprise and growled deeply. The weapon had done some damage to him and his companion.
"You'll pay for that, fleshling!" Lyn grabbed hold of the Captain, yanking him over to one side just as the Saleen returned fire.
"I thought I told you to get out of here!"
"Well, Will, two things wrong with that. 1) We're trapped in here and 2) since when have you known me to leave anyone behind? Now c'mon, let's move!"
"You're not going anywhere!" Barricade growled, leaping in front of the retreating humans. The other mech was nowhere to be seen. He began advancing in on them, Will pushing them back. In the confusion, he'd dropped the weapon. Suddenly, Barricade cried out, flying into the far wall.
"You wanna fight, Slagger? Pick on someone your own size."
"Ironhide!" Will shouted. Keeping his cannons trained on the mech, the Weapons Specialist moved round the side of the storage room until he was directly in front of the humans.
"Get out of here!" he ordered.
"Ironhide, I can fight…"
"Get out of here, NOW!" Will nodded and grabbed Lyn's arm, following the teenagers. From inside the room they had just vacated, they heard the telltale sounds of a fight, punctuated by the odd explosion of Ironhide's cannons. She was beginning to relax a little when something exploded near them, throwing them to one side. Memories flooded back of that fateful day she had come across Barricade. Clenching her eyes shut, she opened them again to the sound of a cry. She looked to Mikaela, who was hugging onto Sam's seemingly lifeless body. Will was also unconscious. Oh no. Training and impulse set in and she immediately tried to get over to Mikaela.
"Mikaela, hold on!" she tried to shout, only for it to come out as a whisper. It seemed to work though as she limped towards her. She just reached them when a loud noise caught their attention. A mech was coming for them. The sound was his blaster charging up. Mikaela screamed, ducking her head and waiting for the impact. Lyn tried to keep her calm front up for the teenager's sake, but she was quickly losing the battle.
"Let's see how they fare when they lose all there little human friends," he sneered. He was suddenly rammed out of the way by a golden streak.
"What are you lot doing out here! I thought you were going somewhere safe!" Sideswipe yelled as his brother tackled the mech.
"Sideswipe, I need help. Will's out cold, and Sam's injured," Lyn said, her voice trembling despite her best efforts at staying calm. The red mech nodded, turning to his brother.
"Hey Sunshine, you gonna be alright handling the trash, or do you need help in dragging it out?" he asked jovially. Sunstreaker scowled at the nickname.
"I don't need help, Roses. But you better be quick. This guy's out of commission, but if my paint's damaged anymore, then someone's gonna pay." Sideswipe chuckled, taking no notice of his own nickname.
"Alright. Gotta get these guys to safety, then I'll be back to party. Can't let you hog all the fun, now can I?" He scooped the humans up, holding Mikaela and Sam in one hand and Will and Lyn in the other.
"I'll take you to the med bay. Ratchet's got loads of tools in there that might help."
"I don't care where you take us; just get us out of here!"
"Hey, lower the decibels, Gorgeous! Sheesh!"
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