Wow Chapter 20! I'm actually surprised how far along I've gotten on this story. I belive as of this moment that this is currently my second longest story to date! TvT It makes me very happy. Many, many thanks to everyone who's currently reading this and of course much love to Answerthecall, You're awesome man! Anywho enough of my blabbering I should probably shut up and go work on catching plot bunnies and clearing out tumbleweeds... And maybe procure some chocolate...

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers.

Chapter 20: Glares

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The door to their cell opened and several guards came in and took Mearing out. All the while Sam never stopped glaring without hesitation at Zeke until another set of guards came to collect them both about ten minutes later...

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"Ow... Ow... Ow... Ow..."

"If you keep this up I'll ask Neal for the alcohol instead." Torri fixed Oliver with a glare as she cleaned the multitude of angry red cuts. Most of them were crusted over and on the mend... but there were several that were infected. Jolt had called the base doc over to the Autobot med bay leaving Oliver to Torri's mercy as she lanced the infected cuts and cleaned them.

"Ouch..." Oliver said through gritted teeth as she pulled a fine sliver of metal out of his back.

"I'm sorry that I was unable to do this last night but you've got to sit still so i can make sure that your cuts are clean."

Several minutes passed before the boy whined, "Are you done yet?"

Torri raised a brow as the side of her mouth twitched. "Almost." she said pulling out a roll of gauze. By the time she finished wrapping his chest she was ready to strangle him. She stepped back and looked him over. "I think I'm going to bug Wentauker for some antibiotics for you..." She mumbled as she poked his feet earning a hiss from the teenager.

"I thought you were a doctor not a sadist."

"Don't move." she said before walking over and poking her head into the other med bay. Oliver twitched. He couldn't stand sitting there much longer... he was bored.

"Thanks!" Torri came back and began rifling through a cabinet. She pulled out a bottle of pills and a prefilled syringe. Oliver's eye widened at the sight of the needle.

"W-What's that for?"

"Its a tetanus shot. I removed a fair amount of shit from you body, and it's a precaution."

"Well screw that I ain't takin no bloody shot you cun keep dat dere needle aways from me!"

"Oh don't you dare go Texan on me boy, you're getting this shot."

"'ell no!" Oliver yelled as he leapt off of the table. "Put tha thing away!"

"Oliver don't you make me chase you." she said rounding the table. "Don't-" she started as the boy darted out of the med bay. She growled and pursued. "Damn it Oliver!"

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The Autobots had just been dropped off and were just being to shift into their bipedal forms and stretching, when they heard a loud screech.

"Damn it woman I tol ya no!" A red haired teenager yelled as he streaked across the hanger as fast as he could.

"GET BACK HERE YOU CRYBABY!"

"NO! I AIN'T LETTIN YA GIT ME WITH THA THING!"

The woman gave a growl as she cut across the room diagonally. "If you torn your feet open again I'll sedate you Oliver!"

"Not if ya can't catch-" He slammed into a holoform that appeared right in front of him, causing him to fall on his rear after colliding with him. "Ow..." Oliver hissed as his ribs protested the collision.

"I believe you said that already." Torri's voice said breathless but darkly from above him. Oliver squeaked nervously in the dark look in her eyes. "I told you not to run." she glared at him before looking back up at the holoform in front of her. "Thank you..."

"Ratchet." he said as he studied the femme in front of him who had a firm but gentle grip on the boy in the floor in front of his holoform. He raised a brow as she quickly pulled a needle out of her pocket uncapped it and jabbed it into the boy's arm who shouted and glared at her for the action.

"Oh shut it you brat. I've had infants that didn't even blink from getting their shots."

"It still hurt!"

"Crybaby." She cuffed him lightly on the back of the head. "I could have risked letting you get lockjaw and have to be fed through a tube before you'd keel over from tetanus. Would you have preferred that?" Torri smirked at his glare. She returned her attention back to Ratchet who wore look torn between amusement and being pissed. "Thank you again. I really hate it when they run... I should have locked to door."

"Who gave you permission to administer that shot to him?"

Torri blinked as she took in Ratchet's stern tone Oh that's right Wentauker told me that he's the CMO here... "Dr. Wentauker let me resume my care over this impudent brat-"

"Hey!" Oliver protested. "I am not a brat!"

"-When Jolt asked for his assistance on helping to repair Blue. Sir." She said with a weak smile before holding her hand out to him. "Torrine Hawkins M.D. I'm the one that originally patched this twit up."

"I can really feel the love Ms. Hawkins." Oliver smarted off.

"If you wanted neighborly love you should seek it from someone who has had more that six hours of solid sleep in the last four days. Besides I warned you not to run from me. Now on your feet and march back to the med bay."

"How about I just stay here for a bit." Oliver laid down on the floor with a smirk that said that there was no way she was getting him back to that place willingly.

"Fine with me... But you left your ibuprofen laying on the exam table and I am not bringing it to you. So if you want to be able to breathe when what little bit I already administered to you wears off you probably should consider getting up."

"I would never thought that you'd be more evil than Mercy..."

"I hide it better. Now come on." she said pulling him up with her good arm. She went to lead the boy forward when a hand on her shoulder stopped her.

"Ms. Hawkins do you realise that your wrist is broken?" Ratchet said as she glanced back at him. Peachy...Torrine thought as she grit her teeth as she turned to face him with an annoyed smile. Somehow don't think he's going to let me deal with it myself...

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Mercy cursed her luck as she stumbled in the ventilation. So far she had yet to find any other prisoners in any of the nearby cells. Finally after taking a left hand turn she heard some noise...

But she found their source she regretted it. A little bot and several guards were in the next cell she found, but what shocked her the most was the bleeding and battered that the little mech was currently torturing with what appeared to be a welding torch... for what seemed to be fun if their laughter was any proof to it... Another bot came into the room and growled at the ones in a weird clicking staticky sound and the others dropped their fun and shuffled out the door in a hurry.

Mercy stuck her head out and glanced around the room once she was sure they were gone. Her eyes lit on the abandoned torch. Her goal set in mind she darted out to the table. She snatched up the torch and looked it over... "How in the devil did he make this work?" she muttered as she fiddled with it.

"You twist it." Mercy jumped a mile at the sound of the voice. She spun around to find a pair of weary blue optics watching her cautiously. Mercy stared at the mech in front of her taking not of the burned, torn, and scarred armor. He was a wreck. what little paint there was appeared to be white and blue. Mercy opened her mouth to reply when a loud shouting from the hallway caught her attention as a mixture of cybertronian and english yelling came from the hallway.

"Let go of me asshole!" Annabelle scream echoed off the metal of the hall, and a bolt of fear shot through Mercy.

"Tell me where the femme doctor went!"

"Fuck you!" This was soon followed by an agonized screech.

"Anna..." Mercy said as she paled.

The guards and Anna's voice moved away as there was a growling in the bots original language and shuffling noises.

"They are looking for you."

"Gee thanks I would have never figured that out." Mercy snapped at the bot. She glanced at his restraints for a minute before looking at her new toy. "Say, What's your name?"

"My designation is Prowl femme."

"Okay." Mercy nodded her head. "How about I make you a deal? I get you out of those shackles and you help me get my niece out of this hell hole."

"The likelihood of accomplishing that is very low."

"True, but there is still the chance that you can help me get her out."

Prowl stared at the fleshling in front of him, noting the determination in her eyes. What she was asking was stupid and the odds were that this was going to end up with both of them offlined. "Get me free first and I will try to help you."

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Charlotte Mearing had been tortured before... it was one of the things that had made her as cold as she was to everyone and everything. But as the decepticon who had called himself Starscream agonizingly raked his clawed servos down her body she had mild fears of what the bastard had in mind as he drew yet even more blood.

"Are you going to talk or not?"

"Go fuck yourself." she hissed as he chuckled.

"All I want is the location to all of the Autobot bases on earth."

"Do you really think I'd tell you?"

Starscream growled in irritation as he drew back his servo ready to offline the femme.

"Having fun Starscream?" Megatron asked in an exasperated tone as he came onto the bridge.

"I was just interrogating this captive for-"

"Spare me the details. Is Barricade bringing the rest of the worms up for our little conference call?"

"Yes sir."

"Good." Megatron said before he picked up Mearing and lifted her up to his optic level. She spat in his face plates earning a growl from him as he squeezed her in his servo. "ST3-VE open a wide broadcast comm link."

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"Just hurry it up will you?" Torri growled as Ratchet worked on setting her bones. She hated the disjointed non-pain from the localized anesthetic he had used.

"I should have put you under." He grumbled irritably.

"And I don't feel like being out for a week. So can it Doc and set them bones." Torri snapped. She hated being treated for anything, especially after her accident. SHe had never really been in any accidents up until that point, and despite being a doctor and completely understanding why, she found it annoying as hell to have someone else treat whatever was wrong with her.

"If I remember correctly you told the boy that you hadn't had proper rest for several solar cycles." Ratchet pointed out as he delicately began to close up her arm. "May I ask why?"

"I'm a ER doc. I had just gotten off a 36 hour shift when Will came to visit us and I was actually on my way to bed when the house got blown to hell. And before you even think about it I'm allergic to most tranqs and I'm not telling you which ones don't effect me negatively. I will rest in my own time." Torri stuck her tongue out at him when he glared at her briefly.

"You do realize that I can easily hack into your medical files don't you?"

"You wouldn't dare."

"Try me."

Torri glared at him, but before she could retort Ratchet frowned and the his blue eyes went dim. They brightened after a second and he began to hurry with her arm. "What's wrong?"