AUTHOR'S NOTE: That's right! I am back to working on this story. I had to put this story on the back burner for a while, since I didn't know where I wanted to take "Weapon". Whenever I write a story, I let the story flow in the direction it wants...if that makes sense. This story just didn't want to flow and I didn't want to force out chapters and disappoint readers. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 7

Deciding to check out the closet human town to where the battle took place, Laserbeak flew over a small town of 10,000 fragile, organic creatures that the Autobots seems to care so much for. Scanning for known Autobot signals, Laserbeak quickly finds one. Heading toward the signal, the mini Decepticon flies over a human hospital. Zeroing in on where the signal is coming from, the mechanical condor lands near a window.

Inside the hospital room, Spike is resting in a bed. Bandages on his shoulders, sensors on his chest to monitor heart beat, and an IV in his left hand, Spike seems to be sleeping. Standing near the bed, Bumblebee and Sparkplug, Spike's father, are talking with the doctor.

"We won't know how bad the damage is until Spike wakes up," says the doctor, placing a comforting hand on Sparkplug's shoulder. "There could be brain damage that we don't know about."

"What do you know?" asks Sparkplug, glancing toward the bed and his son.

"First and second degree burns on his shoulders and some of his ribs are fractured," replies the doctor. "That should heal in a few weeks, providing he rests."

Nodding his head, Sparkplug moves away from the doctor and walks over to his son's bed.

"I need to check on my other patients. If you need anything, there is a button by the bed," says the doctor, before turning and leaving the room.

Watching the doctor leave, Bumblebee walks up to the bed and stands on the other side, near the window. Shrinking back from the glass, Laserbeak continues to spy.

"I should report to Optimus," says the little yellow Autobot.

Nodding his head again, Sparkplug continues to stare down at his son while Bumblebee leaves the room. A minute goes by, then two before Sparkplug sighs and sits down in a chair near the bed. Resting his arms on the edge of the bed, Sparkplug puts his head down on his folded arms.

"Dad?"

Raising his head, Sparkplug looks at his son.

"Spike? How do you feel?" asks the father.

"Where am I?" asks Spikes, blinking and slowly moving his head from side to side looking around the room.

"You're in a hospital," says Sparkplug, laying a hand on his son's arm, shifting between patting Spike's arm and giving the arm a gentle squeeze. "You were hurt."

"Hurt?" replies Spike, frowning.

"What do you remember?" asks Sparkplug, not knowing that the Decepticon spy is recording the conversation.

"Megatron wanted to know how to build the...the..." says Spike, but stops when he notices Bumblebee enter the room. "Bumblebee?"

"Thank Cybertron, you're awake," replies the small Autobot, moving toward the bed. "How do you feel?"

"Tired," replies the boy. "My head hurts."

Reaching over, Sparkplug presses the call button for the nurse's station.

"Spike," says Sparkplug. "You said Megatron wanted to know something?"

"He knew I watched Wheeljack build the Disruptor," answers Spike, as a nurse enters the room.

"Good evening," says the nurse, with a smile. "How do you feel?"

"Tired," replies Spike, glancing between the nurse, his father, and his friend. "My head hurts and it's hurts to breath."

"You have cracked ribs," replies the nurse. Taking a pen light, she shines it in his eyes, checking the pupils. Noting that the eyes were reacting to the light, she smiles at Spike. "Do you know where you are?"

"My dad said I'm in a hospital," answers the boy.

"Yes," replies the nurse. "Your...friend," nodding her head toward Bumblebee, "brought you in a few hours ago."

Nodding his head, then frowning, Spikes sighs before closing his eyes.

"Spike?" asks his father. "What's wrong?"

"I'm tired, Dad," replies Spike. Raising his right hand, he rubs his fingers at his temple. "And my head still hurts."

"Let me get the doctor," says the nurse, with another smile, before leaving the room.

"The nurse is gone, son."

Nodding his head once, Spike keeps his eyes closed.

"Spike?" says Bumblebee.

"Yeah?" asks Spike, opening his eyes and glances toward his friend.

"What did Megatron want to know about the Disruptor?" asks Bumblebee.

"How to build one," replies Spike, closing his eyes again.

"I need to tell Optimus," says the Autobot.

"Spike needs to rest," says Sparkplug. "He can answer questions later."

Nodding his head, Bumblebee leaves the room to contact his leader. As the Autobot leaves the room, Sparkplug turns his attention back to his son and doesn't notice as a shadow moves away from the window.