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All that Jazz part 11!
Her world was dark, and swollen. Her brain felt like it was trying to expand through her skull. She saw Barricade speeding toward her, and heard the inhuman screams of the man she loved. She felt the window break, and rain glass down onto her back, and right arm. Her head hit the driver's side door, and her world disappeared.
Amy's head was wrapped in white bandages with a red spot on the right temple, a tube down her throat to assist with her slow breathing, her right arm was wrapped tightly in gauze from shoulder to the tips of her fingers. Her left arm, supported by a cast in a sling, hung idly next to where Sarah Lennox stood.
"Amy has suffered a severe closed head injury. Her loss of consciousness, and stiff neck muscles are symptoms of head trauma."
"I want that police officer arrested! Who gave him a license?" Sarah Lennox sobbed. Will held her close, and looked meaningfully at the doctor.
"Will she live?" Captain Lennox asked.
"Oh yes, definitely," The doctor said. She has a moderate concussion, and some fracturing in her right cheekbone. She has no cranial bleeding, thankfully, so all she needs is rest, and constant monitoring." He assured the Lennoxs.
"Can she come home?" Will asked, his voice cracking slightly.
The doctor sighed. "We'll see after she wakes up, and I can ask her about any symptoms we can't see." He patted the girl's arm, and walked away. "You are both welcome to stay here with her until she's recovered." He said solemnly as he left.
Sarah sniffed, and blew her nose into a tissue she pulled from her purse. "I'm gonna go call Lisa." She murmured.
After receiving the call from the hospital saying their god-daughter was in the hospital, Will had called the Epps to look after Annabelle.
Will dabbed a small bead of sweat from Amy's forehead, and sighed. "I'm sorry," He murmured. "I don't know how this happened, but I'm sorry." He rubbed an eye as he felt tears started to well up. "I can't imagine what I would do if it had been Annabelle." He sniffed then chuckled at himself. "Probably the same thing I'm doing right now," He looked back at the unconscious black-haired girl. "Worry." He brushed her bangs aside from her face.
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The Autobot base was in chaos after the Special Ops team arrived. Ratchet met the tow truck inside the OR, formerly the "cube chamber".
The red Ford truck transformed into an Autobot with a slimmer form than Ratchet, the grill bent into a more feminine chest area.
"Medical Officer Firestar reporting for duty, sir." She saluted Ratchet.
"Report later, jus give me a hand with Lieutenant Jazz!" Ratchet exclaimed. "Grab under the rear fender!"
"Sir!" Firestar started, almost appalled as she stared at the chief medical officer. "I'm-"
"You're a solder! Above all else now, a doctor! Help me move him, now!" Ratchet snapped.
Firestar nodded. "Yes, sir!" She saluted. "Right away sir!"
Ratchet grasped the crunched front fender while Firestar held the back. They moved the silver solstice onto the operating table.
"We need to remove the damaged armor." Ratchet instructed as several screens activated around the operating station.
Angie sat in the command center, half-asleep as Optimus debriefed the special ops team, save for Firestar who was assisting Ratchet in the OR. She nodded, her head slipping to one side onto Sparkplug's right shoulder. The human-sized robot had since shed most of his clothing for a black AC/DC T-shirt, loose brown cargo pants, large black converse, and a black beanie with a red Autobot insignia on the forehead.
Luminescent blue eyes shifted to the right, and looked at the dozing teenager on his shoulder. He sighed, and looked around at the rest of the team as their fearless leader, Optimus, continued talking about the Decepticons.
"The only thing I don't understand is how Brawl, Blackout, and Frenzy survived!" Ironhide exclaimed. "I saw them destroyed! Bumblebee himself destroyed Brawl. You, Optimus, destroyed Bonecrusher!" He shouted. "But this!" He pointed at a screen where four identifiably Decepticon signals held flanking positions around Hoover Dam. "How is it that our systems are tracking those very Decepticons at this moment?" He demanded loudly.
"Calm down, Ironhide, I want answers as much as you." Optimus sighed.
"Medics!" Sparkplug exclaimed over Ironhide's voice as he started shouting again. He slung an arm around Angie as she fell asleep against him. Unheard, the arguing continued
"It is inconceivable! They have been destroyed, but now they are functioning again!" Ironhide yelled, at Optimus as if the commander could do something about it.
"THEY HAVE MEDICS!" Sparkplug shouted on his loudest processor setting. All went silent, and Optimus turned. He stared meaningfully at the small Autobot; blue optics met teal optics, and the tension rose.
"Are you sure?" The Autobot leader asked.
Sparkplug nodded. "Oi've seen 'im."
Ironhide narrowed his eyes. "That's impossible."
Sparkplug ignored the black mech. "They call him Tarantulus. He is their medic, and science officer." The small yellow bot stood, gently laying Angie down to rest on the floor. "He is cunning. Where Ratchet and Firestar have ever failed, Tarantlus has succeeded one-hundred times over."
"I have heard of this Decepticon." Optimus said thoughtfully, his arms folded. "He is dangerous to say the least, and if three Decepticons have already been repaired in such a short amount of time..." His thought trailed away, not wanting to consider it; not even Ratchet could repair anybot that fast.
Jetfire, a magnificent-looking Autobot with a red head, and white body tapped his foot in thought.
"As if the California fault line isn't enough? You have to tap your foot?" Angie growled, her eyes opening. She propped herself up on her right elbow, and glared up at the Vice Commander.
Sam and Mikaela, standing near Bumblebee, looked at the girl.
"Yup." Jetfire said as ornery as possible, and continued to tap his foot.
Ironhide pointed a cannon at Jetfire, the tapping hammering uncomfortable pulses into his neural processors. "Cease if you value your life functions."
Jetfire stopped tapping his foot, and gulped.
"But if the Decepticons have this new medic, then what's to say they don't have more troops? I mean, you guys show up out of nowhere, who's stopping the Decepticons from doing the same thing?" Sam asked, desperately, fear taking over reason.
Jetfire nodded. "Yeah, and if I know Decepticons, they're already here; we just don't know it yet."
"Despite the increase in ranks here on Earth, we are still outgunned, though he outnumber the Decepticons two to one." A white female Autobot with pink flames similar to Optimus's flame pattern sighed, leaning against the forward console.
"The presence of your team here is more than enough, Elita One." Prime nodded to the white femme.
"Oh Primus, we're slagged!" A mainly pink Autobot female with white accents, and tires on her head like buns, wailed. "We can't outmaneuver Tarantulus!"
"Arcee, calm down." Bumblebee grasped the pink autobot's shoulder, and shook her gently. "We are not slagged!"
"Your lieutenant is." Angie said nonchalantly. She stood, and brushed herself off. "And what about that girl? Can you seriously not even prevent a simple thing as a car accident?"
A black blur rushed Angie's stomach then wrapped chord-like arms around her neck, and warbled angrily.
"Get it off!" Angie shouted hoarsely.
Sparkplug and Sam pried Trigger, kicking and screaming, off of Angie.
"Damn!" Angie coughed. "What the hell is wrong with your pet?" She rubbed her neck.
"Its not a pet, it's Trigger." Sam corrected his ignorant cousin, having trouble holding onto Trigger as it tried to flutter out of his grasp, squawking indignantly, and shaking little fists at the brunette girl. "And I wouldn't talk about Amy negatively, or this thing will kill you, and I won't always be around to get it off." Sam said, glaring.
Angie hacked a couple more times, and bent forward, bracing her hands on her knees. "Homicidal softball."
Trigger growled, and made every ugly gesture from every culture it had ever seen.
"Be that as it may," Elita One said distractedly then turned to Optimus. "Your lieutenant, and his charge both survived, though I can't say much for his body. How long did Ratchet estimate the repairs at?"
"Seven days at least." Bumblebee sighed. "Human medics took Amy before I could get to the scene."
"That's another thing!" Angie exclaimed. "Didn't your medic put a transmetal hinge in place of Amy's ankle after she broke it?"
"How do you know that?" Sam goggled Angie.
Angie opened her mouth to answer, but Sparkplug interrupted her.
"I had a talk with Ratchet earlier when I offered to assist with the repairs. He said Amy has a transmetal ankle." He looked up at Optimus. "On any X-Ray it will look like mere bone, tissue, cartilage, but if a surgeon were to look too closely, we could be in serious trouble. I estimate with the girl's injury, the human doctors should be finished operating on her by now. If they aren't then she would be better off with our medics anyway." He said matter-of-factly.
Optimus nodded. "You are very informed." He commented.
"It's moy job, sir." Sparkplug said.
"Nice accent." Mikaela put in.
"Praxin." Sparkplug said. "Similar to Earth Irish."
"Sparkplug is right. I need someone to head in to observe the situation at the hospital." Optimus announced.
"Even if we do have someone, which I don't see anyone," Arcee scoffed. "How are we supposed to know where the humans took Amy? There are seventeen human hospitals that she could have been taken to. Conceivably."
"It's probably Mission City Emanuel. The hospital in Tranquility is too small, and the state hospital is too far." Mikaela explained. "And with her injuries, they need a well-equipped, sterile OR."
A few pairs of eyes turned to regard the teenage girl.
Sam raised an eyebrow at his girlfriend.
"What?" Mikaela shrugged. "I got hurt a lot as a kid. I know my hospitals." She folded her arms, and looked away uncomfortably.
"Jetfire," Optimus turned to his Vice Commander. "Do you have an operative?"
"Already there, sir," Jetfire walked to the computer, sidling past Ironhide as the munitions specialist glowered at the aerialbot. Jetfire hit a sequence of keys, and a view appeared on the screen.
It was a clean, white hospital room with one bed in it. A blonde woman dozed in a chair opposite where the view originated, on the other side of a bed.
"Amy!" Mikaela gasped, and covered her mouth.
In the bed, Amy lay unconscious, her right leg in a cast, and resting in a sling. Her right arm bound in gauze, and her left arm was in a cast, and a similar sling as her right leg. A plastic device was taped to her mouth, most likely leading a tube down her throat to her lungs. White gauze was wrapped around her head, a red spot on the right temple.
"Geezuz, she looks like..." Sam's sentence trailed off as he saw his new friend in the hospital bed.
"Like someone who's been in a car accident?" Angie filled in, walking up next to her cousin. "She is in bad shape." She folded her arms.
"NO SHIT, SHERLOCK!" Mikaela shouted. She whirled around, pulled on her jean jacket, and stormed toward the exit.
"Mikaela!" Sam called, running after her.
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Mikaela didn't stop as she walked down the slightly inclined path leading from the command center to another path that would lead to another, and eventually get to the elevator that would take the teen girl up to ground level.
"Mikaela, stop!" Sam ran up to her as she turned the corner away from the command center. "Where are you going?" He caught up to her, and turned her around.
"Home!" Mikaela jerked her arm free of Sam's grasp. "I'm going home then I'm going to see Amy!" She snapped.
Sam started. "You don't have to yell. Lemme come with you."
Mikaela sniffed. "That was so awful, Sam." Mikaela covered her eyes. "Amy lying there, she looks like she'll die any second."
"Nah, come on," Sam hugged Mikaela. "Amy? No way. Can you seriously see her giving up without a fight? Hell, she even fights with Jazz, and she likes him."
Mikaela chuckled. "You noticed too, huh?" She wiped her eyes with her sleeves. "It's a funny way to show you love them, arguing like that, but Jazz yells right back, so maybe they're perfect for each other." She sniffed, a smile hesitantly playing on her lips.
Sam laughed. "Yeah."
A car honked behind them, and Bumblebee drove up in car mode. The passenger door opened playing the chorus of Maroon 5's "Sweetest Goodbye". Trigger sat on the hood, looking as chipper, and naïve as usual.
"It's not Goodbye yet, 'Bee." Mikaela smiled, and lifted Trigger off of the hood.
"So what do we do now?" Sam asked.
The driver's side door opened, and a young man stepped out. He wore a yellow, leather, racing jacket zipped all the way up, with two parallel black stripes up the right arm to the shoulder where a small red autobot symbol was embossed. The collar and cuffs were black as was a strip across the left side of the chest with yellow embossed letters reading blatantly Bumblebee. He wore yellow converse, and loose-fitting blue jeans. He closed the door, and tucked his hands in the pockets of the jacket.
"You!" Sam exclaimed. "I saw you in the car before, but you were just...gone!" He shouted.
The young man nodded. "I thought it was inappropriate for you to see me then; I was just a hologram."
"So, who or what are you now?" Mikaela asked.
"I'm Bumblebee." He said simply. "Holomatter, that is."
Sam raised an eyebrow. "What?"
Bumblebee sighed. "I'm still Bumblebee, but in a far superior form of camouflage."
"No, the Bumblebee I know is sixteen feet tall, and has a really big gun on one arm." Sam protested ignorantly.
"I wish to see Amy as much as you. I couldn't warn the lieutenant in time." The blonde looked down at the floor. "My incompetence, and lack of a thorough sensor sweep of the area is to blame for Amy, and lieutenant Jazz's current condition." He sighed. An iridescent, clear tear dripped from his eye.
Mikaela walked up to the blonde. "It's not your fault, 'Bee." She smiled, and touched his shoulder.
Sam walked tentatively up to the blonde. "That's really you, Bumblebee?"
"Yes, it is." The blonde nodded, smiling slightly. His internal comm. system chirped. The holomatter man turned to the car. "Go ahead, Optimus...yes, I understand." He looked back at his two beloved human friends. "Sorry, I have a check-in curfew." He shrugged, a hint of embarrassment flickering across his face.
Mikaela suppressed a laugh. "What time does Big O want you to check in?"
"Zero hours." Bumblebee sighed.
Mikaela had to turn around, and let herself chuckle a bit.
"So that's..." Sam thought through what little military terms he knew. "Midnight."
Bumblebee nodded. "After which I have to either leave the hospital or stay until twelve-hundred hours tommorow."
"Heeeey!" Angie ran up to the trio. "Where you going?" She half-whined.
Mikaela turned and folded her arms unhappily.
"I kinda conked out in the command center there for a minute, but can ya blame me?" Angie chuckled, stretching her arms. "Man, Optimus talks more than Jetfire. At least Jetfire usually has something interesting to say."
"Optimus might be a little dry, but he is informative. Vice Commander Jetfire does not take his role seriously enough!" Bumblebee snapped.
"Okay, okay, geez," Angie raised her hands in surrender. "I give up. So, what's the sitch?" She grinned, eager to change the subject.
"We," Mikaela took Sam's and Bumblebee's elbows. "Are going to see Amy in the hospital."
"Um, dull much?" Angie chuckled slightly. "She's like, totally out of it. Besides, hospitals are creepy with all the sterile stuff; white walls, stuffy nurses, IVs, and all that." She shuddered. "Gimme a tour instead, I totally need to check this place out. This is my first time to Tranquility in, like, five or so years." She grinned.
Sam frowned. "No."
Angie started. "What?"
Sam sighed, pulling his arm from Mikaela's grasp, and stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Amy's our friend; more than a friend to some. We owe it to her to at least look her in the face."
Angie shrugged. "Whatever, dude. It's not like she's gonna see you anyway."
Mikaela stomped her foot. "Stop dissing her!" She shrieked. "I don't know what your problem is, or why you don't care, or whatever, but stop talking like you know Amy, because you don't!" She shouted.
"You're right," Angie said seriously, and calmly. "I don't." She leveled her gaze with Mikaela. "You are both welcome to be all depressed, and go off to the hospital because you think that means you care. Don't tell me I don't care, Mikaela Banes, because I do. If I didn't care, I wouldn't have gone out of my way to find Inferno to cart away your almost dead Autobot friend, Jazz."
Mikaela stared incredulously. "Who the hell are you, and how do you know my name?"
Angie shrugged, assuming her previous, normal, demeanor. "I dunno, lucky guess? That little eyeball told me, so I assumed it was you since you called the dead girl Amy."
"Amy is still functional!" Bumblebee shouted.
Angie chuckled condescendingly. "You keep telling yourselves that."
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Outside Amy's hospital room, a small silver bird sat looking in the window. It looked like any other bird from far away, but up close it could be said that this bird was...different. For one it had a camera for an eye, and a USB plug as a beak. It flapped pterodactyl-like wings, and flew into the room. It landed on the table, and watched the unconscious girl in the bed very closely.
The door opened, and Will Lennox walked in. He closed the door softly, and walked to the bed. He noticed a rectangular silver camera sitting upright on the table to Amy's right, the lense pointed in the bed's general direction. He walked over, and picked it up.
He looked it over then shrugged. "Whatever." He set it lense-up on the table, and looked at the screens half-behind the bed displaying heart-rate and such, and could only sigh.
Sarah woke up, and smiled at Will. "Hey, how's Anna?" She settled back against the chair again, and closed her eyes.
"Fine. Lisa put her to bed already." Will said. He looked back at the screens then at Amy.
"Will?" Sarah cracked one eye open.
"Yeah." Will looked up.
"You're cute when you worry." Sarah chuckled.
Will smiled, and looked back down at Amy.
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The yellow Camaro pulled into a parking spot, the blonde holomatter man driving.
"Man, you're such a good driver." Mikaela pursed her lips jealously. "So, who's gonna let me out?" she asked, looking at the blonde then at Sam. "Only two doors in this car."
"Oh yeah!" Sam climbed out of the car, pushed the passenger seat forward, and held out his hand for Mikaela.
Bumblebee was a little slower to get out of the car. Something still seemed wrong about going in to see Amy. It wasn't that he did not want to see Amy, but he felt disheartened when he thought about going into the hospital. "I feel sad to be here." He muttered.
"It's because you know Amy's not looking so hot." Mikaela sulked. "It's normal to feel like that."
Bumblebee hesitated. "But," He murmured. "I..." He thought for a moment.
"You're scared." Sam said.
Bumblebee looked at Sam, and nodded. "Yes. But, how-?"
"Mikaela and I are scared, too. Sure, we saw what that beaker-thing could see, but we still don't know what to expect." Sam patted the blonde's shoulder. "You can stay out here if you want, but I know if Amy wakes up and sees you then she'll be happy you came."
Bumblebee nodded a bit sadly. "She will ask about the Lieutenant. I...I don't know what to tell her."
"The truth." Mikaela smiled. "But let's go in before we talk our way through visiting hours." She slung her purse over her shoulder. "Come on, guys!" She called as she walked toward the hospital's entrance.
The human medical facility surprised Bumblebee as it was understaffed, and poorly equipped. The elevator was the most interesting part of the building. It was all glass, and had a nice view of the setting sun over a carefully tended hedge maze and garden with the hospital surrounding it on all sides. He had seen humans do horrible things to each other, and some of the moving pictures they made were quite violent, but seeing this beautiful display of multi-colored chlorophyll-based life forms, and the care that a single, hunched human in grey coveralls took to keep them alive, Bumblebee found one more reason to absolutely love his new home planet.
"C'mon, Bumblebee." Sam called.
Bumblebee walked off the elevator, leaving the spectacular view behind. He wondered silently if the external-overlooking window in which lazerbeak had been perched had a view of the beautiful garden.
Doctor Kinsey to OR seven.
Nurses in light blue scrubs walked hurriedly along the halls, some placing clipboards on the outside of doors, others just rushing by with stethoscopes around their necks. A doctor came out of a room with coughing echoing behind him. The door was marked Quarantine.
Bumblebee stared at the door then stopped the doctor as he passed. "Excuse me." He said politely.
The doctor paused. "May I help you?" The doctor looked befuddled.
"Why does that door bear a sign of quarantine?" Bumblebee asked.
The doctor started. "Well, it's quarantine." He stated matter-of-factly then walked away hurriedly.
Bumblebee walked up to the door, and looked in the small window.
A small blonde girl sat in a hospital bed coughing into a handkerchief already soaked in blood.
"Bee!" Mikaela exclaimed. She grabbed Bumblebee's arm, and pulled him away from the door. "What are you doing?" She asked. "You worried me sick!"
"I apologize, Mikaela. The child in this room is very ill. She is coughing mass amounts of blood into a handkerchief." Bumblebee said. "She is not receiving sufficient medical attention.
Mikaela sighed. "Come on, Bee," She said softly, and tugged Bumblebee over to the receptionist's desk.
"Hi." Sam said as loudly as he could to the nurse ignoring him.
The nurse gave him a martyred look. "Can I help you?" She asked, annoyed.
"Yeah, we're looking for Amy Miller." Sam said.
The nurse tapped at the keyboard. "Miller?" The woman asked.
"Yeah." Sam nodded.
"There's a restricted visitors list for that patient." The nurse said as if that solved everything, and went back to reading a magazine.
Sam frowned. "And?"
The nurse looked up again. "There's isn't anything else I can do."
Sam's frown was accompanied by a slight glare. "Well call someone who can do something."
Mikaela walked up next to Sam. "What's wrong, is she not here?"
Sam turned to Mikaela, still glaring. "There's some bullshit about restricted visitors."
"What?" Mikaela exclaimed.
The nurse sighed, and continued to read her magazine.
Sam growled something unpleasant under his breath, and walked over to a row of seats by a sterile white wall.
"So, now what?" Mikaela asked.
Bumblebee stared down the hallway. He activated a link to his scanign systems. Many bio-signatures flashed into blue, blazing glory. He narrowed the beam until he had five in his sights. He smiled slightly. "I believe I have located Amy Miller's room." He started walking down the hall.
"What?" Mikaela gasped, watching the blonde. "Come on, Sam!" She smacked Sam's arm then ran after Bumblebee.
"Ow! Hey, wait!" Sam jumped up, and ran after his two friends.
Bumblebee walked swiftly down the hall in wide strides, Mikaela trotting to keep up with him, and Sam pulling up the rear. The blonde human synthoid stopped in front of a room that looked like any other room.
312, the door said. Bumblebee pushed the door open, and walked in.
"My sensors indicate lazerbeak is..." Bumblebee paused.
Sarah and Will stared at the blonde.
"Um," Will started.
Sam pushed Bumblebee in.
"Sam, hi." Will smiled slightly. "How did you guys get here?"
Mikaela walked in. "Bumblebee gave us a ride."
"You kids shouldn't be here. It's..." Sarah swallowed hard. "It's not a good time."
Bumblebee stared wide-eyed at the girl in the bed, and walked slowly toward her. His face registered confusion, and fear as he neared her bedside.
"Who is that?" Will asked Sam.
"Long, complicated story short, it's Bumblebee, y'know, my car? I'm still kind of getting into it, too." Sam patted Will's back, and walked over to Bumblebee.
"What?" Will's voice cracked a little.
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Please tell me if my story is lacking.
ANYWAY! Female Autobots! Yeah! Zex did lots of research for this! WOOHOO! spent 3 hours of searching, sidetracking, and searching AGAIN to get some names, and relative idea of them, and gave a few of my own personal tweakings.
Anywho!
I hope the story is as good as the very first chapter you read! It might seem a little laggy right now, or slow because face it, we all know the Autobots need some down time now. After THAT crash? I doubt anyone is going ANYWHERE!
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