Rescued
Déjà vu 12
A Transformers Prime FanFic
Jack woke with a start. The door to the cell was open and one of the green skinned organics was roughly unchaining Raf. Jack lunged at the creature without thinking and it easily knocked him aside. The human reached into a pocket and pulled out the line welder. He activated it and prepared to attack the biped. But he was grabbed from behind and felt the prick of a claw in the back of his neck. This time however he didn't go completely under. 'I must be developing a resistance,' he thought as he went limp.
Time seemed to stretch and warp. They were being hustled towards a door. There was a silver and blue blur in the way. The green skinned biped dropped Jack and ran off. Jack struggled to turn and see what the pounding noise was that had scared the organic. Hunter was striding down the corridor. Jack knew he should feel something; relief or joy, but even seeing the red and blue bot tenderly scoop up Raf in one hand didn't stir the dead ache in his heart. Hunter called out his name as he worriedly picked Jack up. Cool suddenly appeared and held out his hands. Hunter placed Jack gently in the outstretched servos. The oily blue bot was in front of Hunter, snarling and gesturing at the boys. The red and blue Cybertronian said a few calm things but Vick kept pushing him. Jack would later swear he heard something snap. But the blue bot was on the ground, Hunter standing over him shouting in rage, an energon blade pricking Vick's neck.
Cool said something soothing to the larger bot. Hunter stood upright slowly, still glaring down at the bot on the floor. In one hand he held a limp Raf, the other was an energon blade pointed down at the enemy. Jack felt a powerful sense of déjà vu wash over him. He had seen that scene before somewhere. He knew Hunter. Reality faded.
They were in Hunter's cargo hold. Then in the room where the old yellow bot bent close to Hunter and whispered. Jack was looking out the window over Iacon, somehow it didn't seem as magical as before. They were wandering corridors, examining the bases of the walls. Raf was holding the red sponge up to his lips, encouraging him to drink. Gloop was being spooned into his mouth. They were in a lab, the red and white bot gesturing excitedly, hunter talking to him calmingly. Hunter was squeezing water over his head from the sponge, and gently dabbing his face with a cloth. 'I must be sick,' Jack realized, 'Infections from…'
"…to increase the velocity to compensate for the increased temporal dilatation…" Raf was muttering as he worked over his calculator. The red and white bot was running lights over him. Jack was hot so hot. " …be useless unless it is triggered from the other side…" Hunter was holding them both singing a sad old Cybertronian song. Raf was shouting at him to hold on. He felt the smaller boy clinging to him and some instinct made him hold his friend as tightly as he could. Hunter threw them. The sheer panic of the moment cleared Jack's mind. They were hurtling towards an open groundbridge portal. Jack gripped Raf tightly as the blue mist enveloped them. There was that feeling of, wrongness, again the bridge was lasting far too long.
And then they were flying again. Powerful hands caught them gently. Two compassionate blue optics looked gently down on the boys.
"Hunter?" Jack asked in confusion. He struggled to sit upright; he had to think, to plan, Raf was depending on him.
"Jackson Darby," A deep, familiar voice washed over him like a wave. "It is I, Optimus Prime. You have brought Raf home safely. Well done. Now you must rest and heal. You are safe." Jack relaxed into the warm servos holding him and let sleep take away the pain.
