Chapter 8, Declaration of war
"Ratchet to Bumblebee, Sides and Sunstreaker. It's time."
Sunstreaker "BOOYAH"
Sideswiper "Diddo brother o mine. You ready Bee?"
Bumblebee, with a sound of fierce determination. "Yes."
Ratchet "Whats your ETA?"
Bumblebee "I'm already in the parking lot"
Sunstreaker "6 minutes if I break the speed limit, 20 if I dont. So, 6 minutes."
Ratchet "For once, I am not going to complain."
"Ratchet to Optimus"
Optimus "Yes."
Ratchet "Sparkplug is awake."
Optimus "Thank Primus."
Sideswipe "Permission to proceed with operation scare the slag out of the humans, sir.
Optimus "I never thought I would see the day when you would ask permission to be yourself Sides. I like it."
Sideswipe "Enjoy it while it lasts ya old scrap heap."
Sunstreaker -giggle-
20 minutes later, two gorgous men walk into the emergancy room of the St. Francis medical center. The only difference in appearance between the two is the fact that one is a redhead, the other is blonde.
Blonde man, shouting fearfully "SOMEONE HELP ME! MY BROTHER'S BEEN SHOT! OH GOD HE'S GONNA DIE!"
Redheaded man, gasping and choking while clutching at a very real looking bullet wound in his chest, which has a plume of red liquid gushing out it. He makes certian everyone in the waiting room is watching him before he slides to the floor and "stops breathing"
Blonde man "HE'S NOT BREATHING! SOMEONE DO SOMETHING!"
As everyone rushes to help the code blue laying on the middle of the emergancy room floor in a puddle of blood,no one notices the young man with a mop of brown hair, freckles and the middle aged man with a head of greying black hair and the same intense blue eyes as the two brother's, dressed in hospital scrubs as they slip quietly through the security doors.
Bee made his way up the stairs, moving faster then any normal human could have, straight to room 203. His spark pounded in his chest as he opened the door and saw her laying there, staring out the window, he softly spoke her name, hardly daring to breathe - "Sparks?"
She turned her head, looking at him for a moment before bursting into tears. In an instant he was there, holding her tiny body in his arms.
Sparkplug "Bee I'm so scared!"
Bee, softly, running his fingers through her hair "I know Sparks, but it'll all be ok. We're taking you home now and then we're going on a little trip."
Sparkplug, sniffling "Where?"
Bee "To another planet"
Sparkplug "How?"
Bee "In a spaceship. Bad people want to hurt you, we're gonna go someplace safe so they cant. Listen to me carefully, ok Sparks?"
She nodded.
Bee "Ratchet is coming with stretcher for you to ride on. When he gets here, I want you to lay down on the stretcher and be real still and quiet, we're gonna cover you with a sheet, so you stay hidden. Can you do that?
Sparkplug "Yeah... Can we go now?"
As if on cue, Ratchet wheeled the gourney in. After hugging Sparkplug and checking her once again to make sure her vitals were stable, he lifted the little girl onto the stretcher and covered her with a sheet, rolling her down the hallway towards the morgue.
Ratchet "Autopsy Pick-up, ID number 2229172, we're kind of in a hurry"
The clerk at the desk looked up at the two men standing there as Bumblebee tried not to fidget, praying Sparkplug would stay still under the sheet they were trying to pass off as a corpse.
Clerk "caucasian female, 6 years old, blunt trauma, suspected homicide. Ouch. Man, what a pity. Poor kid. Make's me wish it was legal to shoot some people." He filled out the paper work, moving far too slow for either of the autobot's liking, then finally handed it over. It was all Bee could do to keep himself from running with the gourney towards the back doors to the delivery bay. 3 minutes later, they had the "body" loaded into the back of a white coroner's van that had once been an ambulance and drove off, for the second time in history, with Bee riding inside of Ratchet.
