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Chapter 10: Spreading
Warning: Sunstreaker gets a little mean with his charge...(can't blame him, he hates squishies...)
Also, thank you to SaneFangirl for your suggestions.
I was not happy in the least. If I had known that I was going to be pricked with needles and then jabbed at with other medical tools, then I would have launched myself right out of Ratchet's hand.
"Ouch! Put that thing down!" I cried, tugging my arm away from yet another needle that was filled with some sort of liquid. Ratchet glared at me and I stuck my tongue out, receiving a slap to the back of the head. Luckily he saw fit to use his holoform. He had taken the age of about forty and he had blonde hair and glasses that he pushed up every so often. I had picked up right away on that quirk of his. Blue eyes were behind those lenses and he wore a white lab coat that doctors used along with tan pants and scrubs over his shoes.
"You will sit still and allow me to finish with your check-up."
"But this is not a check-up!" I whined while flailing my arm around, trying to keep it out of his reach as he pulled out yet another needle. I felt tears fill my eyes as I glared at that pointy object. I hated them and it was already bad enough that three had made their way into my arms. He had said something about vaccinations, but I didn't trust him. I mean, I was new to this place, to his species and everything that happened so far. I felt my brain was on overload right now, just needing to slip into a deep sleep to help me with the stress that was slowly building up.
Grabbing my arm that I was trying to get away from him, he then pricked it and I howled in pain. I didn't stop my foot from slamming into the metal cabinets, making a load sound. The bed I was sitting on was actually like those in the check-up rooms at ones pediatricians. Hence why it had metal cabinets. Ratchet didn't seem happy with my way of showing my displeasure and pain and glared at me.
I gasped as he then pulled out another one, from out of no where might I add. Not caring what the consequences were, I lunged off the bed, happy that it was normal size for humans, and I ran. Ratchet seemed dumbfounded, but quickly came back and started to run after me.
"Don't go in there!"
Too late. I slammed open a human sized door that was in the back of the med bay and continued on into the room. I came to a skidding halt when a large bot could be seen and I looked up at him before flinching from sudden screeching and howling. Whipping around with fright, for I knew what the sounds came from, I spotted a male and female infected within a cage.
The male began to foam at the mouth and his eyes narrowed into slits as he realized what had just walked into the room. Shit.
He attacked the bars of the cage, not caring for anything else as he threw himself around just to try and get through to get me.
"Ratchet…I have not seen this infected male act like so. I would only assume that it is the female special the twins and Ironhide brought in."
Ratchet's holoform appeared next to me and nodded his head. The Autobot before me turned my way and nodded his head to acknowledge me.
"Good evening Lilly Wolf. My designation is Prowl, Strategist and Analyst of the Autobots. I am helping Ratchet with trying to find a way to fix the Infected."
"G-good evening." I stuttered while giving a slight bow to show him respect. If I was going to become one of them, then I know that I had to respect my superiors. Maybe not so much the Doc bot though. With him continuously sticking needles in my arms, I might find myself hating him even more.
Ratchet then tugged my arm, pulling me back out of the room I had ran into. I took one last glance at the infected male, who was still going crazy and then turned away as I lost sight of him. Ratchet then closed the door and locked it, seeing that the humans couldn't use the Autobot doors. Just as Ratchet turned around, he snagged my arm and sunk the needle into one of its veins.
"Bitch!" I hissed as I squirmed and watched him release the liquid within the needle into my arm. How I didn't see that one coming, I would never know. I glared at Ratchet as his holoform disappeared and his robotic form began to transform.
"You are all set with you shots. Do you have any medical history?"
I waved him off, not wanting to talk about anything as of right now. One thing for sure was that I would have to tell him sooner or later. Yet, truthfully, I don't think I was ready to talk about it. As a child, my life was hard and as I got older, the harder it became.
Ratchet huffed and watched me walk out of the room. I could tell that he was reigning in his anger, but at some point, he was going to take it out on me for acting like I was. Once I walked out of the med bay, I looked on with surprise, seeing Sunstreaker leaning against the wall with a glower on his face. It was obvious that he hated my guts and he didn't want to be assigned a charge. I set a glare right back at him and turned, storming down the hall.
"Where do you think you're going squishy?" Sunstreaker snapped while following right behind me, not being too careful where he stepped.
"Watch it! And its none of your damned business." I snapped while walking even faster. Sunstreaker stepped right over me and halted in front of me, causing my body to slam into the back of his foot and heel before falling backwards and onto the ground. Before I could even react to his bold move, he picked me up by my shirt and dangled me in front of his Optics.
"Put me down! I am not a toy!" I sputtered as I started to spin the opposite direction of him, seeing that my weight was spinning me in a different direction by the way Sunstreaker held my shirt.
"I can rearrange that." Sunstreaker simply stated, letting go of my shirt. A scream ripped through my throat as gravity took over and pulled me toward the ground. Just before I hit the ground, Sunstreaker caught me by the shirt again and pulled me back up.
"I swear-" and he did the same process over again. I wanted to cry, to curl up in a bed and just let myself ball. What did I do to deserve his hatred. I wanted to go home, for all of this to just somehow disappear and have never happened. Why was it me that was chosen? Why did I have to deal with all this crazy stuff?
"Sunny!" a voice cried. Looking over, being upside down this time since Sunstreaker caught me by the foot, I spotted Sideswipe with an accusing glare.
"The squishy had it coming!" Sunstreaker tried to defend.
"Put me down you…you oversized…-" I couldn't think of anything as a hiccup interrupted me and I began crying. Both seemed startled and they began to panic. Sideswipe quickly, but gently took me from his brother and began looking me over, trying to find something that was wrong.
"What do we do? You broke it!" Sideswipe accused while holding my crying form out to his twin. Sunstreaker backed away as to say he wasn't touching me, but Sideswipe glared.
"It's your Charge! Fix her before the Hatchet finds out we broke her!"
Sunstreaker growled and grasped me, stalking in a different direction with Sideswipe following us. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I allowed myself this time to just let out everything that was happening. The stress, the hurt, the need to just curl up and sleep the rest of my life away. A door opened and closed, yet I didn't pay attention for I was still crying. I buried my face into my hands, letting my long black hair that was usually pulled back, slide down and around my buried face. I was then roughly set down upon something and a snort came from the bot above me.
"Cease those annoying sounds that you are making and your leaking, squishy!" Sunstreaker snapped. I felt anger boiling under my skin and I snapped out of my sobbing to glare at him with watery eyes. Standing up, I gathered my nerves and hissed at him.
"I get it! You hate me for being a human, for being your charge! But I have a god damned name! Its Lilly Angela Wolf, get it right! I'm going to be one of your kind sooner or later, I don't want your bullshit when I already have enough to deal with."
I could tell that Sunstreaker was pissed and that Sideswipe was surprised by my outburst, but then he grinned while patting Sunstreaker on the back.
"You got your hands full, bro." he simply stated, leaving the two of us to feud with one another.
"Listen Sunny-"
"Don't call me that!" he spat while slamming his fist down right next to me. I flinched and inched away from the dent that he made. Hopefully I wouldn't be under that fist sooner or later.
"Shut Up!" I snapped, screaming it loudly just to get through his thick processor. "I don't give a damn what I am to you! I want respect and if I get it, then you get it! We are stuck in this position no matter what we want. Have you, at all, thought about someone else's well being than just your own? You selfish Narcissist!"
I then spun, not waiting for his response and my eyes landed on a small space between two items that I could fit into. Not even thinking, I walked away and crawled into the space, making sure that I turned and flipped Sunstreaker off before disappearing into the small hiding area I had found. I could tell that Sunstreaker was still in the room, but I didn't care. I just let every emotion pour out of my body through thick sobs with tears flowing down.
I couldn't help it, everything in my life was messed up. I didn't want to continue on like this.
Starscream stared in horror with what lay before him. He had come back to inform Megatron that the Autobots were trying to figure out how to fix the Infected, only to come upon dozens of Infected beings held within cages.
What exactly did he miss?
"Starscream, you have returned." Megatron stated, stepping over cages upon cages of those vial things. Starscream allowed his optics to land upon his lord and he bowed before coming back up.
"It seems that Ratchet is attempting to find a way to cure the Infected." he said while letting his gaze rest upon those metal bars. Megatron's smile was feral as he looked down at the Infected, yet it quickly disappeared as disgust and something else flashed within his optics.
"It seems that through squishing these disgusting creatures, that their Infection is not only exposed to the air, but also transferable through contact. Even with Cybertronian's." Megatron snarled while kicking one of the cages away and listening to the creature screech as it went tumbling.
Starscream froze as he let the information process through his mind. Cybertronian's were in danger? That seemed impossible. Was he infected from the one that he had killed? He definitely hoped not.
"My Lord, who has the infection?" Starscream questioned, worried that it might be someone from his Trine. Megatron snarled while cuffing Starscream upon the head. It might have been him that led the process of bringing him back to life, but Starscream was never going to get anything for his supposed help.
"Barricade is the only one right now. We have quarantined him in one of the cages as well. Scalpel dares not touch him either."
Starscream shuttered his optics while thinking of what to do. He had already thought about finding out how to cure the Infected, but if he was at risk, so were the Autobots. It was then his optics narrowed. Why should he be concerned about the Autobots? Yet, he couldn't help it. Even if they had been warring for so long, they had a threat to their entire species that could possibly wipe them all out.
It would be treason to tell them, but if it saved their own species, then maybe it would be worth it. He was sick of Megatron anyways, seeing that they were not getting anywhere in this war. Suddenly, an idea came to mind and Starscream debated on it. He was crazy to try, but it would help if they could find a cure.
"My Lord, if I may suggest, I would like to take Barricade and quarantine us both so I can find a cure."
Megatron seemed thoughtful, and snarled before turning his back on Starscream. He was against it, but if Starscream could find a cure, then they would all be safe, even himself.
"You are to take Barricade and as many Infected as you need. Only internal communications from that point on will be allowed until you find a cure."
"Understood." Starscream stated while bowing once more and going to search for his Trine and try to convince them of what he planned to do. If he was insane, then this was going to prove it.
Bumblebee warbled as he looked down upon his charges. Sam and Mikaela were in a heated debate about something and it worried him. It was when Judy, Sam's mom, interrupted them with a wide smile upon her face.
"A lovers quarrel? Don't worry Sam, we girls love gifts after fights to make us feel better!"
Mikaela smiled lightly and Sam groaned as his mother started fawning over his girlfriend once again. She always told him that she was so damned beautiful and Mikaela knew it. Judy just loved her. The woman would probably go to hell and back if she just asked her to.
Judy then sobered and looked at Sam with sad eyes.
"Your father has come down with the flu."
Instantly, almost like a bomb was set off, Sam was out of the room with Mikaela right at his heels. He hoped, he prayed that it was just the flu. Bumblebee also followed in his holoform with worry evident in his eyes. He really hoped nothing happened to the Witwicky family, for he, in a sense, was their guardian. Even if it was just their son he was watching out for, it was a given that he also protect his charges loved ones.