Goodbye
"But why me? I know nothing about TF Prime!"
"Precisely."
Fixit cocked her helm listening carefully as all of the Autobots- excepting Ratchet- bridged out of base. Annnnnd…now's my chance.
Cautiously, wary of Ratchet coming to check on her, she pulled away a wall panel and set it on the ground. Wiggling her fingers as she eyed the circuitry, she dove in and began shutting off the alarm and opening the cell door. She hissed quietly under her breath, inaudibly cursing the outdated wiring, but eventually succeeded in her task.
She slipped out of her cell, listening to Ratchet as he fiddled around in the control room. Then she turned and began expertly slipping through the shadows, looking for an exit. Fixit ghosted through the base, taking in her surroundings and memorizing them carefully. Finally, she found the exit, and flitted outside.
Turning, she sprinted away from the base had taken her almost an hour to escape from. She raced to the next mesa, hiding behind it as she commed the Nemesis.
"Fixit to the Nemesis, come in," she called quietly, crouching in the shadow of the rock.
There was static for a moment, then she got a response. "…Fixit!?" ST-3V3 cried in shock. "What happened, where are you, are you okay!?"
"Hey Steve, guess what?" she asked cheerfully, sudden ill-hidden fury lacing her words.
"…what?" he asked warily.
"I know the location of the Autobot base!"
Fixit was just about to slip back into the Autobot base when a massive beam of light suddenly hit the ground not that far away. She staggered as it shook the ground, sending debris flying. Grasping the rock to stay upright, she stared in shock as something slowly began forming, rising out of the ground to tower over the landscape. And then suddenly, the beam stopped, leaving behind a towering metal fortress in its place.
Fixit gaped in shock for a while, but snapped out of it as the Nemesis came into view. She quickly dashed back into the base, heading straight for her cell and turning everything back on. She plopped down on the floor just as Bumblebee and Rafe came around the corner.
"Fixit, get up!" the boy cried as his guardian deactivated everything she had just turned back on. She gaped at them as they motioned for her to come with them, Bee even going so far as to wrap his servos around her arm and pull.
"Wha- what's going on?!" she asked in confusion as she was pulled along.
"We're evacuating the base, now come on! We need to go, now!"
Ah, right, the Nemesis is here. Almost forgot about that.
She stumbled into the control room, Bee pushing her over to Optimus. He reached out and grabbed her shoulder, steadying her as he said farewell to his men. She watched, his broad servo sliding down to grip her arm tightly, as the Autobots filed through the groundbridge, until only she, Prime, and Ratchet were left.
Fixit frowned as Optimus told Ratchet to go ahead, pushing the Eradicon into his grasp.
"Wait, no, Ryan-!" she cried in dismay as she realized what he was doing, wrenching herself away from the doctor to grab the Prime's arm.
"Fixit, please, go with Ratchet," Optimus vented, reaching up to pull her servos off his arm.
"But-!"
He suddenly pulled her to him, crushing her in an embrace. "Please, Fixit. Just…go with Ratchet," he murmured into her audio.
She looked at him as he pulled back, staring at each other. Finally, she nodded in acceptance, hugging him tightly before stepping back to stand with Ratchet. Fixit watched unhappily as Optimus bid the doctor farewell. And then she turned and followed Ratchet through the groundbridge, glancing back over her shoulder for one last glimpse of the mech she had formed the most unlikely of friendships with.
He faded from view, and Fixit faced forwards once more, wishing cybertronians could cry.
A/N: Nooo, Optimus!
So yeah, Fixit considers him family now. Which won't cause any problems at all, no...