A/N: Alright so sorry that I haven't updated in a few days. School hit me hard this week and I've been really tired. Plus the fact that now I've gotten into the series and I'm following the episodes so I watch the episodes as I write them. And I can't do that when I'm in school even if I get some free time to write. Also last chapter I asked you whether I should write all the episodes or pick and choose episodes. Some of you voted and it ended up a tie. One person said I should pick and choose, one said try them all. I decided to pick and choose episodes simply because I haven't thought of what Oceana is doing during all of those episodes. With that being said at some point I will most likely go back and a write out those other episodes.
The beginning of this takes place right after the last chapter and then switches into the episode Sick Mind, and all of it is told from Bumblebee's perspective. Hope that you enjoy it and I'll stop talking so you can read it.
I let out a sigh and wait with the others while my father checked on Oceana while she recharged on his berth after she had fallen into recharge while we were on top of the base. When he came back into the main room the meeting began. Bulkhead, Arcee and I had just gotten back from dropping our charges off and by the look on both Ratchet and Optimus's faces they were worried about Oceana. Ratchet hadn't said anything about how Oceana had injured her left leg but I certainly had an idea.
"Optimus." I take a step towards my father and he turns to face me.
"Your sister will be fine. However I am ordering that she is not allowed to be unaccompanied. And for now she's not allowed to leave the base." Everyone nodded except Arcee.
"So what we haven't been keeping track of her fell enough? And really, hasn't she stayed in the base for long enough? When was the last time you let her go on a patrol. And don't you dare say the day Cliff died. I mean when was the last time she was allowed to patrol on her own. Everyone else does it so why can't she?" Optimus glared at Arcee and she returned it.
"She's too young." I could have sworn that she was about to kill him, murder fuming in her optics.
"Why didn't you say that five stellar cycles ago? Why didn't you say that about Bumblebee five stellar cycles ago?" Everyone except for Optimus flinched at her words, knowing exactly what happened five stellar cycles.
"I can guarantee that if I could go back and change one thing that would be what I would change." My father looked down at the ground as he said this, barely above a whisper. I took a step towards him and placed my hand on his arm, mostly because I couldn't reach his shoulder, telling him that I didn't blame him. "But we still need to keep an optic on her."
"Optimus, I always keep an optic on her." As Arcee said this I couldn't help but become slightly angry, my anger growing as I spoke.
"Really? What about yesterday? When you left on patrol, dragging me with you. I know you always offer to let her tag along if she's there. She was standing right there in the doorway and you didn't even see her. You just left.-" I would have said more but have snapped at the femme more if it weren't for the fact Oceana's cry cut through the base.
Immediately I race past the others, towards Optimus's room where Oceana was. Optimus and Ratchet were following closely behind with Arcee and Bulkhead not too far after them. Scrap. If I hadn't been yelling at Arcee then I would have heard her whimpers and could have been there to comfort her sooner. Second night in a row that she had, had a nightmare, this certainly couldn't be good for her.
I entered the room and moved quickly over to where my sister was lying curled up in a ball, whimpering, sometimes screaming. She flinched and lashed out when I gently placed my hand on her shoulder. Her claws left their mark on my armor but I ignored it as I managed to grab her by both of her shoulders, forcing her to look into my optics.
Her optics had fear written all over them as she looked at me for a second before almost tackling me to the floor as she wrapped her arms around my waist. I removed my hands from her shoulders and wrapped them around her, hugging her right back. She buried her helm in my chest, right above my spark chamber, and I could feel her tears rolling down my armor as she silently cried.
We just sat there like that for a while, how long I wasn't entirely. I also didn't know how long ago Optimus had sat down on the berth next to us. Eventually she pulled her helm away and looked up to me, terror still swimming in her optics. She barely whispered a sorry and I stroked the back of her helm while speaking.
"There's nothing to be sorry about." She looked at me skeptically. "Do you want to tell me what your nightmare was about?" Oceana shuddered as I asked this and I figured that she wasn't going to tell me just like last night.
"Megatron." I was slightly surprised when I heard her say this, although it was barely above a whisper. Our father then gently set his hand on her shoulder, making her jump. As she looked over her shoulder towards him, he smiled softly.
"He can't hurt you. It's impossible for him to have survived a spacebridge explosion." Oceana shook her helm no, fear returning to her optics, and for a moment I thought she was going to start crying again.
"NO! He's still alive." Oceana practically screamed this at Optimus, tears clearly welding up behind her optics. She shuddered as her cooling systems clicked on. "And he did something to you. You forgot all of us and sided with the Decepticons." The tears had started to stream down her face again as she stopped clinging to me and latched herself onto Optimus. Our father let her, knowing that was what she wanted and was what would help her calm down the fastest.
"That's never going to happen. It was just a nightmare." Optimus then rested his helm on top of hers. She nodded slightly but it was clear that she was still terrified of the nightmare.
And it certainly wasn't helping that he cooling system was glitching slightly. For the most part it was working fine but every once in a while it would cut off for half a second and then come back on. She flinched slightly every time and apparently they were somewhat similar to what humans called hiccups. All I really knew was that when they were really bad they hurt like the pit. My father decided to change the subject.
"Oceana would you like to tell me why your leg is injured?"
"When I asked while attending to it she told me it was an accident." Ratchet's voice dripped with skepticism from where he was standing in the door way, making sure that Arcee and Bulkhead didn't intrude on us.
"It was an accident." Oceana said this as she looked towards Ratchet, appalled that he'd suggest she was lying. "I hadn't realized what I was doing. When I woke up I was scared and accidently nicked myself. And when I was just thinking later on I hadn't realized that I was digging into where I nicked myself until Ratchet came into my room."
"That still doesn't explain why you were hiding under your berth and refused to come out when I came in." Optimus looked at Oceana for an answer and she looked down at the ground.
"I..." She started but stopped and looked sheepishly at Ratchet and then answered. "I... thought you would assume that I had tried another attempt and I knew you'd tell my father and I don't want to be stuck in base or watched over like a sparkling." She said this as fast as she could and glanced between Ratchet and Optimus and then at the ground.
Carefully she let go of Optimus and then came back to me, obviously somehow hoping that I could change whatever the two older mechs decided to say her punishment was. Not that she even really got a chance to hear what it was. As soon as she had crawled back to me she fell asleep, sitting on my lap, leaning against me, her arms clinging to mine. I couldn't help but smile at her. Both Ratchet and Optimus let out heavy sighs.
"Now the only question remains is why she was scared when she woke up."
"I can answer that one. She had a nightmare last night as well. She didn't want to tell me about it though." Optimus let out another sigh as he looked at Oceana worriedly, obviously think that two nightmares in a row couldn't be healthy. My father then quietly stood up and cast one last glance towards Oceana before moving towards the door.
"Let's let her sleep." I nodded and then tried to gently move Oceana off of me so I could get up but Oceana wouldn't release her grip on my arm. There was no way I would be able to get up without waking her up, or taking her with me.
"Umm..." This caught Optimus's attention, he turned back around and smiled, chuckling a bit at my predicament. He then came over and gently picked both Oceana and I up and then carried both of us out to the main room so I could be a part of the meeting.
Optimus didn't change his order that Oceana had to be constantly watched over but he did ease up on the whole stay at base. However Ratchet made him swear that she wouldn't be going out in the field until she was able to walk properly again, which could take a while. Not to mention he'd also ordered that she wasn't allowed to walk unassisted work at least a week.
I didn't make it much farther into the meeting. The excitement of blowing up a spacebridge and taken a lot of energy and by now I was ready to crash. A couple of minutes later I couldn't keep my optics online any longer and fell into recharge, leaning against Optimus with Oceana leaning against me.
That was several weeks ago and Oceana still wasn't happy about the fact she had been confined to the base until her leg got better but at least she stopped having nightmares. She'd only managed to get out once and that was when Optimus took her out. Thankfully he did too because while she, Optimus and Arcee were out we ended up having a scraplet infestation and she would have been defenseless against them. Although Optimus still ended up having a wrench to the back of the head thanks to a certain furious medic.
We were lounging around the base, playing with the humans when the computer Ratchet was standing at started beeping softly.
"Optimus, you're not going to believe this. I've just pinpointed the location of the Decepticon warship." My father immediately approached Ratchet while everyone else got up and wandered over to where Ratchet was standing.
"How did you penetrate their clocking technology?"
"I didn't. I was experimenting with variable frequency wavelengths when I stumbled upon it. Even still, their ship must be experiencing some kind of electromagnetic breach."Ratchet glanced over his shoulder as he said this.
"With Megatron deceased and the element of surprise." Arcee punched her fist while saying this.
"We could cause so serious damage." Arcee, Oceana and I glanced backwards at Bulkhead as he said this and then turned our attention towards Optimus, waiting for what he had to say about this. Before he got a chance to answer the computer started pinging again as another box with a little picture of a ship popped up.
"Also on the same frequency an Autobot emergency beacon." I felt my spark skip a beat. More Autobots? That's great!
"The Decepticons can wait. There may be Autobots in distress. Ratchet, bring your medical kit." Ratchet moved quickly, grabbing what he needed while Arcee went over to the groundbridge controls, ready to activate it whenever they were. They left within a minute, leaving the rest of us to lounge around waiting for their return. Ratchet called sooner than I was expecting.
"We need a groundbridge and make sure there is a clear path to the med bay." That was all he said before cutting the call. I glanced worriedly at Oceana hoping that they had found somebody injured and that our father wasn't. Arcee pulled the leaver for the groundbridge and Ratchet walked through, barely able to support Optimus. Ratchet wasted no time in getting him into the med bay and onto one of the tables. As they pasted by I thought I saw something that resembled burns on my father's face.
Ratchet immediately set about examining him as the rest of us slowly made our way into the med bay, careful not to get in the medic's way. His handheld scanner beeped quietly as it was held over the burn marks which covered his face and the sides of his helm. What ever happened had obviously taken its toll on Optimus as he tried to keep his optics online. Ratchet took a step away from him as the scanner started beeping rapidly, having identified what it was.
"Cybonic plague." Immediately I glanced at Oceana worriedly, trying not to shudder at the thought of how much damage it had done back on Cybertron. "It's only contagious if contact is made with the infected energon." That still didn't make me feel any better. As far as I knew no cure had been found and it always resulted in offlining.
"What was a plague doing on an Autobot spaceship?" For once in her life Miko asked a good question. Although the answer was pretty obvious.
"It's passengers were infected. The virus wiped out millions back on Cybertron." Arcee explained this to the kids in a surprisingly cool manner. Ratchet turned over his shoulder to look at us, speaking at the same time.
"Cybonic plague was engineered in the Decepticon's biological warfare program, By Megatron himself." Silence followed and let the fact sink in for half a second before Raf broke the silence.
"You have a cure, don't you?" Raf asked this, his concern for Optimus was obvious. Right then Optimus let out a small groan as he tried to speak, obviously feeling very weak thanks to the plague. Everyone turned to face him while the turned his head to face Ratchet.
"No cure." I looked at my father worriedly while at the same time sort of trying to hide it. Immediately Ratchet warned him.
"Optimus please, save your strength."
"Would Megatron create a disease without having a cure for it? I-I mean what if he caught it by accident." I turned to look at Jack. He had a good point.
"It's not like we can ask Megatron, Jack. He's pushing up lugnuts." I glanced quickly over my shoulder, towards Bulkhead, slightly surprised at what he had said. But then again I shouldn't be that surprised that Bulkhead had a poetic streak.
"But, we might be able to access the Decepticon database. For the moment we still have a fix on their warship's location." Ratchet pointed towards the computer where it had a box showing the warship's signal. Immediately Arcee turned to me.
"Bumblebee, come with." She beckoned and I followed as she walked towards where the groundbridges were formed.
"Arcee. Quickly." That was all Ratchet said as he continued to watch over Optimus as he lay on the berth. I gave Oceana a hard hug before running transforming and driving into the now active groundbridge, feeling slightly guilty about just leaving Oceana there.
As soon as we were on the other side of the groundbridge we transformed out of our alt modes. I did a handspring landing on my feet with right arm in blaster mode wile Arcee did a summersault landing on her knees, both arms as blasters.
"Let's start with the lab." We then started walking down the hallway. I followed Arcee because she seemed to know where she was going. As we peaked around a corner I couldn't help but have a bad feeling about this. The door on the other side of the corner opened up to reveal the Decepticon medic. Immediately we hid, and thankfully he didn't notice us.
The door opened as we approached it, thankfully leading to exactly where we wanted to go; the lab. Nobody else was in there and Arcee just walked up to the computer and started searching the database for any sigh of a cure.
"I'm in the network." I turned away from her, ready to defend if someone entered the room. A minute later frustrated gave another report back to base. "If it's here I don't see it."
"Are you certain, Arcee?" I tensed ready for all of her frustration come out at Ratchet. Amazingly she didn't blow up at him.
"I searched every file. Nothing."
"Well search again. Clearly you missed something." Wow, Ratchet was really wanting to have his aft handed to him. I wasn't really paying that much attention to the two arguing, more interested in the door on the other side of the lab. It didn't open automatically like the other one had, what was so important that one had to have a code to open the door.
"Hey Arcee." I called over to the femme who wasn't listening to me but rather having an argument with Ratchet. "Arcee I really think we should try and get this door open."
"What is it?" The femme snapped at me, obviously having had enough with Ratchet.
"What is it? What's going on?" Ratchet asked this as Arcee walked over to where I had found a small window to look into other room. Arcee looked into the room as I did too and she let out a gasp while I drew back a little bit. Right then the doors actually opened, revealing that what we had glimpsed through the window was true.
"It's Megatron." I took a small step back, realizing just how dangerous this was now. Even though he was hooked up to spark support Megatron was still there in front of us, mostly intact, despite being at the center of a spacebridge explosion. Then a thought crossed my mind and it almost scared me sparkless. The nightmare Oceana had. She believed that Megatron wasn't dead and that he'd come back and end up taking Optimus away from us.
"He's alive." Over the comm link I could hear Oceana start whimpering, along with the shocked gasps from the others there.
"That's not possible." That was exactly what Optimus had said to her after her nightmare. I hesitantly followed Arcee as she made her way deeper into to the room, closer to Megatron. Both of us had weapons drawn just in case he did so much as move a muscle.
"Well I'm staring right at him." Arcee drew even closer to the Decepticon warlord. "The good news is; Megatron isn't exactly staring back." While this was definitely true it wasn't very comforting knowing that Megatron was still alive, he might be on spark support but he was alive. Over the comm link I heard my father's weak voice.
"Megatron?"
"He's critical, hooked up to spark support. Time to finish this once and for all." I was about to help Arcee offline the mech that had cause so much pain for my family. Arcee started charging her blaster when Ratchet's frantic voice came on over the comm link.
"Wait don't!" This honestly baffled me. Why was Ratchet stopping us?
"One good reason." Arcee continued to charge her blaster as she kept her aim on Megatron's helm. "Fast."
"Megatron may be Optimus's only hope for survival." Instantly both Arcee and I drop our weapons.
"What are you talking about?" I was just as eager to have that question answered.
"Does he display processor activity?" I was certainly confused as to where this was going but I did glance over at the readings that showed how he was doing. Yes he had activity, but why does this matter? What Arcee said alluded me but I heard Ratchet's response. "Perfect! If a cure exists, Megatron may be the only one who knows it. You must enter his processor and find it." I took a small step away from the warlord. Ratchet couldn't be serious, could he?
"Enter Meagtron's processor? Ratchet are you out of your fraggin processor?" Ratchet didn't seem fazed by the femme's words, obviously only worrying about Optimus.
"The Decepticon laboratory should have all the equipment you need for a cortical psychic patch." I was slightly confused as to what this was but Arcee obviously knew because she objected immediately.
"No way. Have you ever even preformed the procedure?" Ratchet's answer certainly didn't help.
"No. But I have thoroughly studied the theoretical literature. Invented by Decepticons, outlawed by Autobots."
"Woah, can't we just haul Megatron through the groundbridge, by us some time to figure this out?"
"Time is one thing that Optimus does not have." I froze at this as the realization hit me. In the background I heard my sister trying to hold back her tears and Bulkhead trying to calm her down. "One of you must try this." When Ratchet said this I was brought back to his and Arcee's conversation. "I will not allow Optimus to pass knowing that Megatron will outlive him."
"Ratchet, I would lay down my life for Optimus. Anytime, anywhere, but a mind body split..." Arcee trailed off so I stepped forward, ready to do anything for my father.
"I'll do it." Arcee looked at me, shocked.
"You will?"
"Are you sure Bumblebee?" I barely heard Raf say this as Oceana started screaming at me not to, obviously frightened by the thought of me doing this with anyone, let alone Megatron.
"There isn't anything I wouldn't do for Optimus." We then started to get ready quickly. It didn't take too long to find what Ratchet had described and then we were pretty much ready to go. Arcee crept along the floor with the cable, coming up behind the warlord, and inserting that end of the cable. She then brought the rest of the cable over to me, getting ready to attach my end of the cable. I gave her a thumbs up, telling her I was ready.
"Ratchet, we're ready." She said this over the comms so that the others knew we were getting ready to start.
"Initiate cortical psychic patch."
"Doing it now." I say this as I turn away from Arcee so she can plug the cable in. I hear it click and then feel it turn on. Shuddering as I was pulled into the link, my optics offline and I slump.
Suddenly I was in one place I wished I had never been; Kaon, even though I didn't recognize it at first. Quickly I tested that my motor skills were still doing fine I look up, ready to try and find the sure in this sick place. Walking down the walkway that was there I finally recognized it as Kaon and shuddered as I tried not to think of memories I had all but forgotten.
"Communications downlink activated. This will allow us to see and hear everything Bumblebee does while within Megatron's subconscious mind." I heard Ratchet say this and I knew the downlink was working.
"Where is that?" I heard Jack ask this so I answered.
"This looks like Kaon." Raf then had to translate for me because I had forgotten they couldn't understand me.
"Quickly Bumblebee. I know you're in unknown territory but you must figure out where information might be filed in Megatron's processor." He didn't have to tell me this twice, but I'm a scout I could handle myself. As I continued to walk I couldn't help but feel bad for Oceana right now. So much was at risk for her on this mission. If I don't succeed not only will she lose me but she'll also lose Optimus. With this on my processor I walk up a flight of stairs and I came to a fairly open platform. And Optimus was standing there in front of me.
"What?!" I was confused and wanted to know why he was here too, especially because I thought he was lying on a medical berth in Ratchet's medical bay.
"Bumblebee, that is not Optimus." I stopped halfway to the Optimus look alike. "But a figment of Megatron's processor. He cannot see or hear you." I flinched slightly as sinister laughter came from somewhere nearby. Looking past Optimus's shoulder I saw Megatron standing on a smaller platform above.
"Optimus Prime, your Autobot armies are defeated. Bow before your new master." Looking up towards Megatron I wondered what was going to happen.
"Never Megatron." I took a step away from the Optimus look alike as it turned to face Megatron. "One shall stand, one shall fall." It then brought out its arm blade, ready to fight Megatron just like the real one would.
"So be it." Megatron brought out his own arm blade and then leapt down, landing in front of Optimus, obviously planning on fighting him. Both mechs charged each other and I simply stood back and watched, not wanting to get hit by any stray attacks.
They had barely gotten one hit when the Optimus look alike disintegrated like dust. I stood there shocked, not listening to what Bulkhead and Ratchet were saying. The rock I was semi hiding behind crumbled away slightly and another look alike formed, standing up to face Megatron.
"Megatron! Your treachery ends here." The look alike extended its arm blade while Megatron retracted his and pointed the plasma cannon at the look alike. Not exactly thinking I sprung out from behind the rock and ran in front of Optimus, planning on blocking the shot from hitting the look alike.
However the blast went right through me, not touching me at all and hit its original target. Turning around I see the look alike crumble to dust just like the first one. From behind me I heard pedesteps, spinning around while taking a couple of steps back I look to see Megatron walking towards me.
"The Autobot scout. The punishment for trespassing in my domain is your destruction!" Megatron then raised his arm above his helm, his arm blade extended once more. I flinch, offlining my optics at the same time, expecting to feel pain cutting through my frame as the blade connected with my armor. Instantly I think of how I failed Oceana and the others. But no pain came. Onlining my optics realize that the blade just passed right through me.
"What the..." Megatron glared at me.
"How can this be?" The warlord took a step towards me and I instantly take one back and flinch again as he brought down his blade on me. Again it passed right through me, doing no damage. This only enraged the Decepticon leader even more as he took several more swipes at me, all of them ineffective.
I paid most of my attention to Megatron as he paced in front of me but I did pay a little attention to the conversation going on back at base, something about Megatron not being able to hurt me because I wasn't created by his mind. I didn't really care why it was but I was glad to know that I couldn't be harmed by the towering mech.
"You are not wearing phase displacement armor. Your eyes track my movement so you're not a hologram. And I do not believe in spirits. So tell me scout, what are you?!" I watched him as he circled around me but didn't answer because my father's voice rang out.
"Megatron!" Both Megatron and I turned to look at the new look alike that Megatron's processor had created. Turning around I see Optimus but he wasn't alone, there was also a Bulkhead look alike along with one of me.
"What?" I glanced between Megatron and the look alikes. I was confused, why had he made copies of others besides Optimus. "Whatever. I'm siding with them." Turning away from Megatron and run over to the doppelgangers. Standing in front of my 'ganger I couldn't help but be a little childish. "Hello!" I also waved at myself and the froze slightly as I heard Megatron scream in frustration. The warlord then started firing at the look alikes and I. In three blasts he had taken out the 'gangers, leaving me standing there.
"You are real. They were not." Watched as Megatron walked off, probably trying to figure out what was happening and what to do. Then a chuckle escaped from him. "A cortical psychic patch. How unexpected." I wasn't sure what to do now, Megatron obviously knew that he was dreaming.
"We've stirred Megatron from his oblivion. He's becoming self aware." Thanks Ratchet I'd kinda figured that one out myself. I continued to watch Megatron from a distance, trying to see what Megatron was going to do.
"If this is in my subconscious. What are you doing inside my helm?!" Megatron suddenly got right up in my face, forcing me to take a step back. Thankfully he backed off and started pacing around me in circles, yet again. "The only way you could have entered my processor is via cortical psychic patch." Once again got right up in my face and I leaned away. "But the question remains. What happened to me?"
Megatron growled this in my face but I simply looked back at him, not saying anything. Then something seemed to dawn on him. Suddenly my vision was filled with the spacebridge exploding around me, as the undead warriors reached towards me. I realized this was the last thing Megatron had seen before he almost went offline. Megatron backed away by a couple of steps.
"The spacebridge explosion! And yet if you're in my helm I am not one with the All Spark. So tell me scout, do I still function?" I didn't answer, for two reasons, one I really wasn't sure if he was still functional and two Ratchet yelled at me over the comms.
"Bumblebee we are out of time!" I thought quickly on how to be get the cure out of the Decepticon leader and quickly.
"Megatron do you have the cure for the Cybonic plague?" I figured it might be best to just flat out ask him what the cure was.
"Cybonic plague?" Did I not just say that? "Someone besides myself is unwell?" I just looked at him, hoping that he wouldn't know that it was Optimus and then nodded my helm. "Optimus." Scrap. A soft chuckle came from the warlord which turned into a full blown laugh. "Such irony, that after ages of endless battle the mighty Optimus Prime is felled by a simple virus from a distant past." I glared at the older mech, thinking of how I could possibly get the formula from him. "And what makes you think I would save the life of my oldest enemy?"
"Megatron." I looked to my right to see yet another Optimus standing there, ready to be killed by the Decepticon leader. "Your treachery is-" It didn't get a chance to say anything else as he was shot by Megatron, who didn't even look at him. But this gave me an idea.
"If you don't save Optimus, you'll never have what you want most." I pointed to him as I said this.
"Oh and just what is it that I want most, scout?" Megatron placed his hands on his hips as he asked me this.
"You want to be able to slay Optimus by your own hands." I really hoped that he would take the bait and give me the formula. Megatron just laughed slightly.
"Did you not see? I do slay Optimus by my own hand, at will whenever I desire." Scrap he isn't falling for it. I've got to try one last time though.
"But if you let the plague virus kill the real Optimus, you'll never get the chance to yourself." This time he seemed to be taking it.
"After our deep history together, to not watch the spark ebb from Optimus's optics with my very own..." Just one last push and I'll get the cure.
"Give me the formula and you can do that."
"Well played scout." He then opened up his hand to reveal a holographic cube, I had no clue whether it was the formula or not but he had to hope it was. "The chemical formula for the cure you seek. Not that I expect you to know how to read it." He was right about that much but I didn't need to know how, Ratchet knew how. I reached for the cube only to have Megatron close his hand, shutting off the hologram.
"What?"
"Not yet."
"Why?"
"And how am I going to accomplish terminating Optimus as you proposed, while I'm trapped here in a perpetual daydream. Once you release me from this prison, you will have the cure." I tried not to let my doorwings drop as he said this, not knowing how long it would take for me to do that. "You must grantee my recovery. Or Optimus fades to gunmetal gray. The real Optimus." I wasn't sure what to say to this. But luckily I didn't have to say anything because right then Ratchet came on over my comms.
"Arcee, we have the formula, disconnect Bumblebee now." I stared at Megatron and right then he seemed to catch on to what was happening as I felt something move on the back of my helm. Arcee had removed the patch. Everything around started crumbling and that's when Megatron really understood what was happening.
"You were watching. You tricked me." By that point I started to fade as I was pulled back into my own body. "NO! Take me with you." Megatron tried to grab me but I was already gone by that point but I still heard his last cry as it echoed around.
Once back in my own body it took me a few seconds to get situated in it before I onlined my optics. Sitting up sharply, with a couple of my systems beeping as they came back online I saw Arcee kneeling in front of me both blasters out. Then Starscream leaned down into the small hole.
"What in the..." He didn't get much else out as a groundbridge opened up directly behind us.
"Come on Arcee, let's go." I then turned and ran through the groundbridge, followed by Arcee a few seconds later. By the time we were back at base Ratchet was already quickly working on the cure. Maybe ten minutes later Ratchet had given Optimus the cure and was helping him stand up.
"That's is. Steady." We all clapped as Ratchet helped him take a few steps, just glad that he was going to be fine.
"Please, reserve the hero's welcome for my medic, and my scout." Optimus indicated towards me and everyone started clapping again, this time for me. Rubbing the back of my helm I looked down at the floor.
"It was nothing." Suddenly I found that I was being hugged by my sister. Her grip was strong but she probably didn't realize it, luckily she eased up on her grip and I relaxed a little. I tensed again as something didn't feel right. Then I saw flashes of Megatron when he was lying on the medical berth on spark support followed by Megatron's face.
"I'm out, or should I say in." Megatron's voice sounded in my head followed by laughter.
A/N: Really hope that you enjoyed this chapter. It's the longest chapter yet and it was originally going to be combined with the episode Out of His Head but after I finished this much I looked at the word count and thought that this was enough for one chapter. So I'm currently working on the next chapter and you can safely assume that it should be out within a week. If it's not feel free to PM me and tell me to continue writing this story. And as always reviews are welcome and greatly appreciated.
And now I'm going to respond to the reviews on the last chapter.
Kirkanalo: Always glad to hear you like the chapter that keeps me writing this. And thank you for voting.
Second daughter of Eve: Breaks from life are always good, that's why I do things like read and write fanfictions. I'd like to thank you as well for voting and I hope you're not too disappointed that I'm not currently doing all the episodes but like I said earlier I will most likely go back and write for all the episodes. (I get bored really easily)
Galem: I've always considered description my best part of my writing, and this isn't one of my very detailed stories that I've written. But it makes me happy to know that you could clearly see what I was describing. I also hope that I'm doing a good job with the character development. And be careful don't fall off your seat while waiting for the next chapter, I'll try and keep them coming out fairly quickly.
Until the next chapter! Oh and I'm still looking for a better name for this story. Any and all suggestions are welcome.