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Chapter 6:

Previously:

"You might want to get yours and Ratchet's sorry aft back over to the hotel sir we have a problem". Ironhide requested gruffly, his tone hiding a complicated mix of emotions that made Optimus frown in worry.

Without questioning his weapons specialist he turned to the group of still relived soldiers and began issuing commands for everyone to begin immediately returning to the main highway then from there to go to the military landing strip hidden by the desert.

As everyone began head counting and transforming to begin the long track back to base, Optimus opened his comm. link as he transformed and drove over to the now ready Ratchet.

"Ratchet, we have a problem, we are needed back at the hotel, now"

Sensing the tenseness and worry radiating off his leader Ratchet didn't need to be told twice that this might be some kind of emergency as the semi truck and ambulance raced off across the cold sand.

In less than perhaps ten minutes the two oddly colored transformers peeled into the parking lot, tires screeching and tire tracks marring the lot in the dim glow of the shabby, flickering neon signs. In less than seconds they transformed to their full height.

"What is it Ironhide, Bumblebee?" Optimus demanded,

"Where is the shuttle pod?" Ratchet voiced after him.

"It's here, Bumbulebee's got it" Ironhide replied first in answer to Ratchet question, while bumblebee stepped closer holding the pod in his arms and began playing his radio at a randomly chosen song that chose to describe his thoughts.

"We got it, yea we got it, we've got the beat", sang the Go-Go girls as they blasted from the smallest autobot's speakers as he held the dirt gritted, heavy shuttle pod up triumph.

The weapon specialist looked away from Bumblebee's antics to Ratchet and then met his leader's anxious optics. Prime seemed to sense the unusual strain on his friend's voice processor as he spoke.

"That's not why we called you here" Ironhide replied as his face grew stormy and as if on cue Will Lennox staggered out from underneath one of the trigger happy mech's massive legs, grunting as he supported his prone burden in his sore and tired arms.

Optimus's optic widened in surprise as he realized in the human majors arms was the same adolescent human he had seen earlier in the battle field and just hours before in the same vacant parking lot. Prime felt his spark drop as his optics widen in even further, this time in horror when the light from the flickering motel sign flared briefly to life, exposing just how severe the human youngling was damaged.

Everyone there had been in countless battles and had seen many good soldiers wounded and dead but this girl wasn't even a soldier, or fully grown, still they all winced in shock and disgust as they looked upon the her condition.

The first thing to be noticed by the majority was that the young human was completely and utterly drenched from head to toe in her own blood. The deep, dark, maroon liquid had poured everywhere and left Lennox covered in it as well; but noticeably less so. Deep angry red gashes around her face and knees were apparent against her flesh that had turned a sickening pale gray in the neon light.

The last and most horrifying thing that immediately garbed all the mechs attention was the damage done to her left arm. Will's face twisted in an onslaught of emotions and felt as if he were about to lose his stomach contents all over the already staining crimson pavement as he glazed at the sorry excuse of the poor kid's arm.

The arm from the shoulder down was burned so ferociously it looked like nothing more than brunt coal with slivers of angry red lining within its blackened interior that showed the bits of muscle that hadn't been burned to a crisp. The most prominent features were the small frail looking bones of the hand that still held some charred, dead flesh peeling from the wrist and fingers, exposing clean bone that glowed in the obnoxious flouriest lights and matched the girl's ghostly skin tone.

Ratchet was the first to react and quickly scan as he gently snatched the dead looking teenager from the human major's weary arms. His medical training kicked in as his optics lit to life and began doing advanced looking scans, which looked complex even for a cybertronian, over each inch of this girl's body in haste.

"She hasn't stopped bleeding once, she's lost so much blood everywhere, not to mention how much of it was in the crater." Will informed slowly through his horror and disgust when the girl was jostled from his arms and the scent of burned flesh descended upon his senses like a hawk.

Ratchet expression grew grim as he continued running scans up and down the girl.

"Optimus, Captain Lennox is right this human has lost too much of her vital fluids and she will soon become a casualty of war unless she receives treatment immediately."

"Slag those pit spawn decepticons!" Ironhide suddenly growled in cold rage that quivered in the air as his and Bumblebee's gears clinked and whirled in angry agreement over a private discussion they seemed to be having concerning their rage at the decepticons for harming the small, defenseless, dying human.

To the weapon specialist processor this was unacceptable, he was itching to blow a Con sky high at that very moment, while bumblebee standing a little ways off shuddered slightly as he imaged how easily his own human charge, Sam, could have been in this condition numerous times before.

Their leader's gears and functions were screeching and whirling as well but for a completely different reason then his angered comrades.

In short, Optimus's processor was going into overdrive.

His optics scanned the human again, narrowing in concentration as he searched the vast desert maps he so conveniently pulled from internet files for the nearest medical facility.

Could they even treat her injuries, and how long the girl could last the trip before she succumbed to say injuries?

He tried considering all factors into play but was quickly being left with only one as he watched the small, damaged creature's life fading before him in Ratchet's hands.

Optimus knew what he was about to command of his autobots and human allies was questionable at least, but he knew time was of the essence once more as he noted the human's pained face twist in agony even in her unconsciousness.

He closed his glowing blue optics as recalled Megatron slowly reaching out his clawed digits over the injured human girl in the crater before the NEST team had fired openly at him and Optimus himself had tackled him to the ground.

Anger surged through him as he replayed the scene over in his processor and silently vowed that his and his brother's war would not be the cause of this innocent human's death tonight or any other night.

"Optimus, say something Optimus!" Ironhide's gruff, disgruntled voice brought the towering mech back from the brink of his thoughts and another world away.

Optimus Prime opened his optics in determination and turned addressing more bots and the rest of the NEST that had mysteriously and silently showed up around their bloodied commander in the short time span.

"The human's medical facilities are too far and the extent of her injuries too great. We are left with no choice; autobots were taking the human back to base with us! Autobots roll out!" Optimus commanded with such authority no one said a word of protest, even in their confusion as they shifted into their alt forms and drove off down the deserted desert highway, burning asphalt as they raced into the night.

Ratchet weaved through the human vehicles swiftly as he silently prayed to Primus that he could get to the cargo plane fast enough before the nearly dead human in his back seat would bleed out to her death.

He couldn't understand it but his scans on the girl had picked up something strongly abnormal about this human teenager, though knew he couldn't stop to examine it until she was stabilized. He knew he couldn't put his finger on it but whatever it was it simply fueled his engine and his drive even more to do whatever he could to not let the human in his backseat die tonight.


I'll admit it, my dreams have always been strange from the get go.

They have always been odd ever since the first dream I had, which I positive was about giant, creepy, pink elephants in spandex suits that floated around me as a baby.

So when I dreamt about running after shooting stars and a really shinny, hot fish scale that barbequed me crisper then chips and sent my burnt dream self to the sun, I wasn't completely perturbed, just mildly disturbed.

I opened my eyes slightly in an half hearted attempt to rid myself of the nightmare and quickly closed then as harsh, sterile lights shinned merciless on my face, making colored spots dance behind my eyelids.

I groaned as I felt a headache start to build in the back of my skull and rolled over to shield my face with the hard, lumpy pillow on my hotel bed against the too bright lights.

The moment I moved my body even the slightest bit I felt as if I had unleashed my own personal little hell.

My eyes flew open, only for me to squeeze them shut again as the florescent lights blinded me again as I bit my lip to keep the shocked and painful screams at bay.

A sudden, horrible screeching sound filtered in my ears; like a mix between metal being tore apart and a screaming infant.

Fire coursed through my veins and into my bones in seconds, I could no longer hold in the pain as I arched my back from my bed and snapped my eyes open not caring about the blinding lights anymore as tears of fear and pain poured down my face in confused desperation.

I gasped as I became momentarily blind and once my body realized my lungs could work I began choking as I screamed and gasped for breath in harmony with the pained wails echoing around me.

Even past the blood pounding in my eardrums my cries and screams seemed weak and muffled to me for some reason; but they did the trick. I heard the sounds of running feet approach my bed and after a few moments my screaming ceased as my throat was too raw to continue and it closed up in pain instead.

The air I gasped for was making me lightheaded and dizzy as my headache sky rocketed to a full blow migraine when I looked blindly around me to find one of the chaperons from the trip and instead found concerned trepid faces in mint green scrubs looking fearfully back at me.

Someone began pushing through them and to my surprise a buff looking guy in a military outfit jogged over to me, anger and worry was etched onto his face as clear as day.

"Why wasn't I notified right away!" the angry soldier yelled out. My attention was drawn away from him as I shut my eyes again and I tried to ignore the strange people watching me endure my private little show of suffering.

'And even after being screamed at they're all too frozen to lift a finger.'

My attention briefly wandered for a moment as I heard the military grunt shout out commands at the scrubs and yell out the strangest name I have yet to ever have heard.

"Somebody get Ratchet now!" the harden grunt bellowed down the hallway.

'Where am I? Who are these people?' I questioned in a desperate attempt to get my mind away from the pain. It didn't work and my pain simply sky rocketed even more in spite of my attempts.

Suddenly pounded assaulted my ears as if someone were beating a drum next to my head and I could feel the ground tremor under me. They increased and worked in rhythm as if they were giant footsteps, they stopped as I dark shadow loomed over my closed vision and blocked out those accursed lights.

"Ratchet we don't know what to give her. We may need more of the drugs you gave her before, she's going into shock" a new voice spook quickly as they stumbled over their words.

I felt sudden prickling sensations all over and shivered as I felt coldness sweep all over and inside my body. It felt so violating that I twisted around trying to shake it off while making me yelp in pain at every move I made.

"Hold her down we can't have her harming herself" a loud booming voice commanded that echoed painfully in the back of my skull.

I screamed as the fiery pain returned when numerous cold hands roughly held me down.

"Gently!" boomed the loud voice again and I winced as the pain made my heart and head pound in agonizing synchronization. All too quickly the hands loosened but held their grip and a sharp pain stabbed my stomach and the right crook of my elbow.

'Shots' I realized as the searing pain in my body seemed to lessen and ebb away from my tolerance threshold in a couple of seconds.

The relief I felt was like a tsunami that almost swept me away in a flood of numbing happiness that would have brought me to tears if I wasn't so tired.

I felt myself go limp and my worry ebbed away when the hands holding me went away and as I began falling back into my deep sleep I could hear the booming voice again having a conversation with another voice this one seemed as if it were being spoken through a sketchy radio.

"What was that Ratchet? It sounded like the human was being offlined!" a gruff voice barked out, irritated.

"It was nothing Ironhide, but I need you to keep an optic on her and inform me if she becomes conscious again, I need to speak with Prime."

The voice in the room, who I assume was this Ratchet guy, requested. There was silence then some grumbling and then after a moment a response.

"Can't the humans deal with it!" the voice, who I now can say was Ironhide growled out, in a mix of some angry and somewhat annoyance.

"I do not trust them to not panic again and allow the distressed human to cause more harm herself than she already has" was Ratchet's somewhat snippy reply.

"Request acknowledged, I will be there shortly" Ironhide's staticy voice huffed after another short pause and then the crackling of the radio stopped all together as the tremors started up again then grew fainter and disappeared all together.

As I felt the strange tremors cease I tried fighting against the numbing sedative as I groggily went from panicking to normal thoughts then semi awareness as I kept repeating questions to myself that I had no answers for.

'Were am I again? Am I in trouble, did I get hurt?' my mind sluggishly warped around the questions and knowing full well now I was badly injured, it answered at least one of them.

'Where are the students, teachers, Sandy, have they gone up and left me in some kind of hospital in the middle of Nevada!'

The thoughts stopped coming after that as my mind fogged over and sleep began tugging rather forcefully at my conscious. The tell tale shaking and pounding suddenly returned and began growing louder every second as whatever it was drew closer. I knew any other rational person would be screaming their head off still, terrified out of their wits, but I couldn't muster the energy to care at this point as I started to fall into sleep's enticing calls.

"Hey...The wired screeching stopped" I slurred out loud, noticing its absence rather randomly yet quickly as some disconnected part of my brain seemed to be remembering it this whole time and then my body went completely limp and my head drooped at an awkward angle as I succumbed to the blessed darkness of sleep's numb crushing embrace.


Longer chapters coming up I swear. Reviews?