I know this is incredibly short, and I apologize. But on the bright side, this is part one of a three part story line and the next two parts are written. And I'll have the next chapter posted tomorrow.
Laser fire flew above him, Ratchet kneeling and bent low over Slag's badly injured frame. He wanted to get the Dinobot to somewhere safer than practically in the heart of battle, but it was near impossible. He wasn't capable of transporting Slag's much larger frame, and anyone else capable, namely the other Dinobots, were busy fighting the Decepticons.
Although honestly, he wasn't sure Slag was in well enough condition to be transported. He'd lost so much mech fluid already…
For now Ratchet would have to make do with the twins keeping up cover fire as he worked.
"How's it going, Ratch?" Sideswipe asked, crouched close in front of the medic.
"Not as well as I'd like," Ratchet answered, scowling. It was a race against time, the damage was so severe. Slag was already missing his lower legs and half of his left arm. Ratchet had sealed off the bleeding so death by lack of mech fluid was no longer a worry. Now he just had to take care of-
"Ratchet, down!" Sideswipe shouted frantically, bodily tackling the medic to the ground. The sound of a concussive explosion ripped through the air.
"Eat heat, slag suckers!" Sunstreaker crowed from behind Sideswipe as he retaliated. Sideswipe scrambled away from Ratchet, joining his brother with his own jovial cackles and taunts.
Ratchet returned to Slag's side, fuel pumps stalling as he ran his scanners to check for damage. He scrambled frantically to repair the harm caused by the explosion, which was every repair he had made just a few minutes ago.
Even as he tried to stem the bleeding of mech fluid, tried to keep the broken fuel tank from pumping out the flammable gases that gave Slag his flamethrower abilities, and tried to keep barely functioning intakes from stalling too long and cause dangerous levels of over heating to Slag's systems; Ratchet knew it was a lost cause. There was just too much damage and not enough time.
Slag was facing certain termination if no other solution could be found. Ratchet glanced to Slag's broad chassis, to where he knew the Dinobot held his spark. One solution, but Ratchet knew if he took it, the consequences could be dire for both he and Wheeljack, and even the other Dinobots. His decision was easy, however. A living Dinobot was worth whatever else they might suffer.
He pulled out a USB memory storage unit and spark energy transfer cable from subspace. Hooking in the storage unit, he had it save all the memories in Slag's CPU. Once it was finished, he pulled it out and quickly connected the two way transfer cable to Slag, and then himself.
Ratchet suppressed the discomfort of spark energy traveling through the cable and invading his systems, slowly reforming into Slag's full spark. He felt the spark of his creation settle in beside his own.
"Ratchet, what in the Pit did you do?" Sunstreaker asked in disbelief as the color in Slag's frame faded with the vacancy of the triceratops' spark.
"Saved what's mine," Ratchet said quietly, trying to not think what consequences his actions would reap.
Let's just say, Ratchet shouldn't have been able to do that with Slag's spark under the knowledge currently held by the other Autobots. You'll probably figure out why, tomorrow.