Disclosure : I do not own Transformers Prime, it's characters, the storyline, or anything of the sort. I am simply borrowing it to place a piece of my mind in it. I only own my OC, and I will, in a sense, carry the one. I give full credit to those who have created this wonderful series, and Hasbro. Read and Review my loves!
- Lizzzard
"Follow the light," Ratchet ordered Optimus, shining a light into his left optic. I watched happily as he obeyed perfectly, Ratchet vocalizing his pleasure. "I wouldn't advise anything strenuous, Optimus, but it appears your systems have made a full recovery."
I smiled broadly, placing my forehead against the side of Optimus'.
"Thanks to your medical expertise, old friend." Optimus rumbled, his voice being back to its former glory.
"It was your scout who charted unknown territory to achieve such a cure." We turned to see the scout kick the ground, scratching the back of his helm awkwardly as Arcee beamed at him.
"Lucky for us, Megatron was still alive." Arcee chuckled, looking back at us.
Bumblebee buzzed quizzically.
"Yeah. I actually said that," she scoffed.
"What matters is : you are on the mend, Optimus, while Megatron is -"
Bee buzzed again.
"Bee, you're going to have to teach me to speak Bumblebee so I can understand what the heck you're saying," I told him, shooting him a smile.
"Bumblebee is speaking one of the many versions of common that we Autobots used to pass messages along enemy lines." Optimus explained.
"Teach me it." I demanded the bot looking at him sternly. "That's an order."
Optimus stiffened beneath my, and much to my - and the others' - amusement, saluted me. "Yes ma'am," he rumbled, making my knees weak. He turned, leading me away from the group, but I couldn't help but notice Bee… Walking away ? … Odd.
"Optimus," Ratchet's voice rang through Optimus' speakers. "I need you in the hangar."
I groaned, flopping down across Optimus' seats. "Five more minutes…."
"Cara.." He stated threateningly.
"What are you going to do you big oaf?" I demanded him, raking my nails against his leather seating. I wasn't sure what it did to him, but whatever it was, it always left him in a better mood, and got me whatever I wanted.
A shudder rippled through his frame, before he let out an equally as frustrated groan. "Cara. I must go."
"Ugh…" I moaned again. "Fineeee." He transformed around me, my body still lying down, ending up in his hands. "I'm not moving."
His chest rumbled in what seemed to be a chuckle. "That is fine, sweetspark."
I rolled onto my side, closing my eyes as he walked to Ratchet.
"Bumblebee's complaining of intermittent visions ; waking nightmares, if you will." I heard Ratchet say. I turned my head to the side, opening a single eye to watch the doc.
"But," a voice way too young to be out of school said from below. I moaned, rolling over to peer over Optimus' hand. "You said Bee was fine when you checked him over before."
"Physically. But the experience seems to have a temporary effect on his psyche. This enforced power-down should encourage Bumblebee's mind to rest and resettle itself."
Raf nodded, turning his attention back to Bee. I rolled onto my back, exasperated, looking at Optimus with my arms wide open.
"Can we go back to sleep now?" I pleaded, my lower lip sticking out more than normal.
Before he could respond, the command center beeped with an incoming call. I groaned as Optimus, Ratchet, and Arcee headed for the system, throwing my arms over my eyes.
"Prime," Agent Fowler called, a lot less impatient than normal. "You spot any decepticons wearing hula skirts lately?"
I scoffed, loudly, trying to control My laughter. "What kind of question is that!?" I shouted, tempted to look the Agent in the eye, but decided against it. I didn't want to move.
"No, Agent Fowler…" Optimus responded, clearly annoyed. "Why?"
"Because i was hoping youd have a hit on the cons that busted into the Kauai Naval Observatory. The place looked like it was hit by an army of wrecking balls."
"I came in like a wrecking ball," I sang softly to myself, peeking through my arms to see Optimus watching me with an amused expression on his face. It disappeared as soon as Arcee started talking again.
"Why would the cons be interested in an observatory?"
"Does the Hoit-Nikogosian ring any bells?"
This time, I sat up, looking at the screen carefully. Raf walked up underneath me.
I looked down at him. "Space telescope." he cheered.
"They going sightseeing?"
"As of last night its missing its lens."
"Its difficult to try and understand Starscream's intent without knowing where the lens has been taken." Optimus rumbled.
"Good thing the lens has a tracking Device."
I moaned, flipping back into Optimus' palm, grumbling to myself.
"Cara…" He warned.
"Optimus,.." I mocked his tone best I could from my position.
He stared at me, his face neutral. Eventually, I shot him a broad smile, to which he ignored.
"The Arctic?" Arcee moaned the next minute. "Great. Another chance to freeze our sparkplugs off."
Bulkhead whistled, myself propping up looking at the screen. A mass of energon stared at us. "That's an ND-7 class. The most unmineable there is."
"Until Starscream melts his way down to it." I shuddered, looking at the masses of glaciers surrounding it. "Optimus, of those glaciers are melted…"
"Autobots," his optics narrowed. "Prepare for departure."
I looked at him with hopeful optics as he moved to the catwalk.
"No."
"But Optimusss-"
"Cara." He looked at me sternly, setting me down on the metals. "No."
"But whyyyy?"
His mask sheathed, covering the lower half of his face. "You've been misbehaving today. I believe you asked me 'what are you going to do?'" He winked at me, turning to the ground bridge open and waiting.
"Freeze!" I shouted, running along the catwalk. The bot never halting his steps. "I-I-I take it back!"
He stopped, turning back to me as I finally caught up with his position. He knelt down close to my ears, and just above a whisper. "If you do not behave, there will be more where this came from."
I shuddered as the massive bot turned away from me again. "Be safe,"
"Of course," he looked at me then, only for a second, before they disappeared through the ground bridge.
Raf had stayed with us while the bots were away. I joined him at Bumblebee's peds, where he was telling a story of racing with his sisters. I had rolled onto my back, arm over my eyes, trying to sleep a little.
"Raphael," Ratchet called. "I'm going to the supply haul to try to find parts to repair this…. You know what that means?"
"Don't touch anything,"
It was silent a few moments after Ratch left, before a housing sound and a familiar set of pedsteps echoed through the hangar.
"Bumblebee, wait!"
I stood and followed to two of them into the main hangar, Bee messing with the ground bridge controls as Raf fought for his attention. Before I could shout at the bot, his eyes narrowed at me. They were dark, and, as much I could say… Evil looking. …
He turned, and walked straight through the open ground bridge.
"What did you do?" Ratchet asked us as Raf ran beside me.
"N-Nothing!"Raf looked after his friend
"Bee just… Left," I narrowed my eyes at his retreating frame.
"He was in power down… Where does he think he's off too?..."
I ran up the stairs, positioning myself at the ground bridge control. The bridge reopened, Bee reappearing with a purple sliver in his hand.
"Bumblebee!" I called to him, a slight pain running through me as he ignored me.
Ratchet approached cautiously, grabbing hold of Bee's forearm and looking at his prize.
"Dark energon?"
Bee punched Ratch, sending him flying into the control center. Raf scrambled after Bee despite my calls to him. "Bee, what're you doing!?" He asked as the bot picked him up, setting him high in the grate. "I know you're in there, fight whatever is making you do this!"
The yellow not paused, sneering at the boy the next moment. "Bumblebee," he hissed in a voice that was not his own. "Cannot hear you anymore."
He walked over to the controls, changing a few of its factors before it reopened again. I had backed behind the monitor, not being able to securely climb back onto the catwalk.
A black hand fished me out, wrapping tightly around my ribs, which screamed in protest.
"I don't know who you are," it sneered in the voice from my nightmares. "But obviously Optimus Prime values you. You are coming with me."
He carried me through the ground bridge, which ended in a dark, gloomy looking hall. I struggled against the grip, resulting in the bot to tighten it around me once again. I flinched, gasping for air.
He walked in a path which didn't falter, heading for one destination alone. I couldn't see what it was, until a door hissed open and I was standing, face to face, with a familiar demon who haunted my dreams at night.
Megatron.
The bot tossed me onto a computer system, myself collapsing into it, my lungs screaming for oxygen as the pressure was released from my torso. He connected a purple wire between the back of Megatron's head and his own, disconnecting the warlord from the lines that sustained his life, the last one disconnecting from his spark chamber, the dark energon replacing it.
"Bee…" I whimpered as he returned to the controls. "I know you're in there Bee. Fight him, fight this."
"Ratchet," a familiar voice called. "Don't hurt Bumblebee!"
"That's not Bumblebee," the older bot growled, appearing behind the bot in front of me. Bee dodged his punches, releasing one of his own. Ratch went flying into a nearby wall, growling upon impact.
"Bee!"
Raf grabbed a hold of the wire connecting the two bots, swinging around a bit before falling and landing on the ground.
Megatron's body shook as Bee returned his attention back to it. Raf and Ratchet watched from the floor, and I from my perch on the control system, as two blood red optics onlined, focusing almost immediately. I cradled my ribcage, pain searing through me as I backed away from the gray mech picking himself off the berth. He rose to a height that greater than Optimus himself. He stared the bots down, as Bumblebee shook his helm, his optics returning to their normal blue.
"Decepticons…" He called, voice strong, demanding, evil. "Your rightful Lord and Master has returned!" He turned to face me as Bee and Ratch backed away, shielding Raf from the mech. I flinched under his gaze, fear rippling through me. "Optimus Prime's pet…" He sneered, leaning in to me.
As if on cue, an enraged roar could be heard from above, along with the groan of a familiar engine. Optimus.
Megatron's optics narrowed at me, a servo reaching forward. "I will be seeing you later," the servo, surprisingly gentle, brushed against the back of my head and shoulders. Myskin burned where it made contact with the metal, before the con turned, retreating through the doors.
I collapsed to my knees, the pain in my ribs extreme.
"Cara!" I heard Ratch call for me, his hand appearing next to me. I allowed myself to be picked up and cradled, before I fainted in his hands.
I'm so glad you guys are enjoying this story as much as I am writing it c:
-Lizzzard