Diego Garcia three hours later.
Ratchet glanced up, feeling Bulkhead coming in for a landing. Hearing a knock, he opened the doors. Seeing Will's concerned face glancing up. "How's he doing Doc?" Ratchet nodded towards the sleeping boy on the gurney.
"See for yourself. He fell asleep just as we were passing through the boundary lines." As Will hopped in, glancing down. His normally open and cheerful face hardened into a cold frozen mask when seeing Harry's back. Will sighed softly, placing one hand gently on Harry's messy hair.
There was way too many infected welts and burns littering the pale thin back. Will felt his heart clench painfully. Exhaling deeply through his nose, he felt Ratchet lay a hand on his shoulder, gently squeezing. "My feeling exactly." Will squeezed the cool hand briefly before he turned back to the teen.
"He's going to need a lot of love and attention." Ratchet cocked one eyebrow at the soldier, who is staring down at the teen with gentle eyes. A smile crossed his lips. He had a feeling that Ironhide would have a fourth charge, if Will had his way. Hearing a clatter then "Slag it!"
As Sunstreaker ran past, Ironhide hot on his aft. The younger mech laughing as he ran away. Will smirked at the volatile weapons specialist. "You touch my alt again, I will personally weld your aft to a bulk head." Hearing a sleepy moan, Will glanced down at the boy.
There is something about him that made him want to hold him and protect him from the world. Harry began to shiver violently, Will scooped up the t-shirt. Then between him and Ratchet, they got the shirt on. Then Ratchet wrapped one of the blankets he carried in his alt-form about the shivering boy. "Most likely he has a fever from the infections." Humming softly, wrapping a second blanket about the swaddled form. Will grinned at the Medi-bot.
Ratchet may have the worst bed-side manners, but given an abused child who has not seen an ounce of affection, that made him less irritable then normal. Will glanced into the feverish eyes, seeing exhaustion. Gently stroking back the damp hair from his forehead, Will glanced at the thin lightening shape scar, this little thing caused all the fuss?
Opening his eyes sleepily, Harry saw a blurry nondescript shape before him, human shaped. Feeling like a dementor had sat on him, that is how cold he is. Shuddering, he felt something thick wrap about his violently shaking form. Then his glasses settled on his face. The human sized object is Ratchet. Who's cold fingers were settled on his forehead.
"ninety-nine point five." As he peered up at Ratchet, shaking violently. Ratchet muttered something softly, moved away. Then Will Lennox was kneeling before him, concern in his eyes. "Hey how are you doing? Ratch says you have a fever, he's going to grab something for that."
"C-c-c-cold." As Lennox backed off, snatching up a blanket. Harry stared bemusedly at the three blankets already wrapped around him. As Ratchet came over, carrying a couple of pills and a glass of water. "This will help bring down your fever little one."
Too sick to even fight, Harry dutifully opened his mouth. Swallowing the pills, he felt the plane shudder as it landed. As Will carefully bundled him up in his arms, leaving the ambulance. Walking over to the Black topkick. Bundled between Will and the dark skinned man. Who introduced himself by his nickname of Ironhide.
Warm air from the vents washed over him, Harry sleepily closed his eyes, too tired to even protest the treatment, they were treating him like a kid. As Ironhide drove the topkick off the plane, Harry stared sleepily at the tropical island with sleepy wonderment.
"Welcome Diego Garcia." Will stated from his right, tucking the edges of the blanket around him tighter. Harry tiredly glared at the older man. Hearing a laugh come from Ironhide, then the man patted him on the head. As he drove into what appeared to be a military base. Harry stared around, sleep now forgotten.
Besides the military vehicles, there is many sport cars. Mouth agape, Harry stared at the yellow Camero, his gaze wide. Will laughed softly. As Ironhide stopped the truck. Noting people walking towards them. Three teens. The brown haired male stopped beside the Camero, patted it's hood.
"Let's get you to bed." Harry jerked in shock as Ironhide hefted him from the interior of the cab. "Primus, you're nothing but skin and bones." Staring at the stubble covered chin, Harry scowled up at the man. "Fu-food first."
As Ironhide stalked off, he scowled at the twins standing beside the Ford Raptors. Who just grinned back Then his scowl grew even more fearsome as it landed on the twins by the lambos. Who had identical smirks on their faces as they grinned at Ironhide.
Closing his eyes, Harry drifted in and out of sleep, somehow feeling oddly safe in the man's arms. Hearing the heavy stride of someone in hard soled boots. Harry opened his eyes, yelping as his gaze fell on the unsmiling face of a cop, almost inches from his own face. His mirrored sunglasses hiding his eyes.
"Frag it Cade!" Ironhide bristled and glared at the cop threateningly. As Cade lifted his hands upwards, brushing a strand of hair back. "So this is the kid that had the base all worked up."
Squirming in Ironhide's grip, causing the man to tighten his grip. Hearing faintly in the background "Mopbucket get your aft back here now!" Seeing the black and green ford raptor peel out of the hangar, followed by the ambulance, which in turn was being followed by the black and silver Ford Raptor.
Hearing muffled laughter at the chase, then Ironhide set him down in a chair. Loosening the blankets enough to free his trapped arms. Moving off, the big man came back with a platter full of food. Harry swallowed hard, does he think he's gonna be able to eat all that.
"Eat what you can sweet-spark." Came the deep rumble. That is the second time he called him that. Managed a quarter of the food before his stomach began to rebel. Feeling a hand rub his back, then a glass of water was placed before him. Picked up from the chair, balanced on a hip. Ironhide took off on quick feet. In a small yet cozy room, Ironhide laid him down on the bed, took his boots off and wrapped another blanket around him.
"Get some sleep sweet-spark." As Ironhide's cool lips brushed over his temple, Harry sagged into a deep sleep, too tired to even protest the coddling and touches. Tomorrow he will set them straight. No one will touch him.