Chapter Twelve

Sam sat hunched over as he fell quiet. The police station room was silent except for the hussle and bussle of people working outside the room. His parents sat in another room telling the detectives a story on how a gas line broke and how their house was tragically destroyed. Sam though had just finished a very different story. Bumblebee had already given them tad and pieces in a short message, and Optimus, Ironhide, Prowl and Jazz had all gathered in front of the giant screen that held Sam's tousled and sweaty appearance.

"Are you alright Sam?" Sam's screen was filled a giant blue and red face as Optimus tried to read his human expressions.

"Oh yeah I'm fine, so are my parents. In fact my mom is happy! She didn't like the floorboards anyway." Optimus's optic ridge lifted up a fraction,

"Glad to know Sam. Bumblebee will now bring you and your family to a safe place to live while your home is under construction. Ratchet will also want to see you and your family soon to check your health."

"K. See you guys around." Sam tapped the mouse and the feed died. His head slunked down to the desk and he took a breath. He stayed there for a moment, letting the silence reign.

"Scrap."

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"Finding Megatrons body before the Decepticons is imperative. Prowl please take the time to inform our Allies. Autobots, roll out."

The team dispersed, Ironhide collecting the rest of the Autobots that would be fighting and Jazz getting the planes ready while Prowl deprefied the human team. Ratchet kept himself and Lanna in the Medbay, while she worked on homework. The Medbay held no urgency that the rest of the base held. Ratchet was listening to the com. line while pretending to clean one of his many instruments, he jumped when he felt a knock on his shin.

"Yes Lanna?"

Her tiny servos held up a datapad before they held it tight to her chest as she was lifted up. Again she held out the datapad to her adopted father.

"I finished. Will you check it?" Lanna kept her optics trained on Ratchet.

"Of course." Ratchet shifted Lanna to his lap and leaned back on his chair. As he checked all of Lanna's work most of his mind was still concentrating on the com. line. His youngling stayed mute as she snuggled into his chest armour. Everything in the Medbay was ready for injured soldiers, the wait had begun.

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Lanna's nap had not ended well.

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BANG!

Lanna jolted awake as the door to the Medbay was rammed against. Ratchet put Lanna on his desk and he pounded to the door.

"Ratchet! Get over here!" A voice yelled angrily through the door. The door slid open and Sunstreaker shuffled in carrying and half dragging Sideswipe. The smell of energon, dirt and burnt rubber intruded the large room. Sideswipe's optics were flickering as Ratchet helped haul him to a berth. Ironhide slauntered in after equipped with a smaller injury and a red leg.

"Half bit slagger tried to take on Devastator, alone." The weapon specialist chucked the leg on a nearby table. A small gasp came from on top of the table and Lanna poked the leg. Ratchet whipped around to face Ironhide.

"Language Ironhide! And try not to crush my youngling!"

"Aup!-my apologies La-"

"Language control, coming from you? Thats rich." Sunstreaker sneered from his spot by his brother. Ratchet rounded on Sunstreaker and drew to his full height.

"You. Leave. Now." Sunstreakers arms crossed and he made a show about making himself comfortable.

"Why?"

Ratchet glowered down at him and wordlessly, one servo turned into a saw while the other supported a sporty new wrench.

"Sunstreaker. Remove yourself from the medbay immediately." Optimus had now made his presence known. Sunstreaker had the optics of three mechs on him now.

"Come on Sunny, just go." Sideswipe groaned. Sunstreaker finally relented but took his sweet time leaving. Ratchet turned around to look at Sideswipe to find Lanna already working on him. Sideswipe gave him a look that said, is she supposed to be working on me? Ratchet watched her for a little while before an evil smirk crossed his face. Sideswipes systems froze.

"Your doing great Lanna! Keep up the work, I'll be over here with Ironhide, call me if you need any help."

"Okay Ota!" Lanna happily replied. Her real first patient! She set back to work super excited. Sideswipe looked back and forth from Lanna to Ratchet's back. Over Ratchets shoulder, Ironhide gave Sideswipe a thats what you get look. Optimus stayed and began a private conversation with Ratchet, enforming of the days events.

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"Ow!"

"Opps! Sorry!" A few minutes later.

"OOooooww ow ow ow."

"Hahaha! That didn't hurt you big baby!"

"How would you kno-OW!"

"Opps! … Sorry."

Over with Ironhide and Optimus, Ratchets chassis was shaking with pure glee. He had, as the humans say, killed a three birds with one projectile, or something like that. Sideswipe was being fixed, he was also being punished for being stupid, and Lanna was getting experience. Optimus's battle mask had long ago clipped over his face to hide his smile, while Ironhide was slipping in between smiles and grimaces over his own pain. The fun couldn't last forever though and soon enough Lanna was calling for help.

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A racing mind will keep any species up into the hours of the recharge cycle. Softly a finger brushed small energon cables in the darkened room. Dim light emanated from said energon cables and alighted blue optics. The resurrection of their long time foe Megatron was enough for any parent to lie awake worrying for the future. Optics slid from the empty space of the room to the small being that he claimed his creation. She was far too weak looking, with no strong armour or defence. Also with no current way to obtain an alt mode, for she had no coding or T-cog for that matter. If the Decepticons ever found out how she obtained a spark or how Jazz was resparked…

A giant servo encased the youngling and held her just a little closer.

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(Hey guys sorry this is short and it took me forever to start working on this again. I have been working a ton. I'll try to work on it more often.)