Part 11-

Amalgamous Prime snapped awake with a sharp inhale. His vents worked twice as hard to keep his systems cool. His optics were glazed over and unseeing, his metal was raised in fear.

He shivered before rolling to his side and curling up into a tight ball. His small wings were pressed tightly against his back-plating.

A large, black clawed servo gently rubbed his back. He let out a whimper and leaned closer to the touch.

"Shh, Amal' it's going to be okay. You're going to be fine"

Amalgamous let out a whine. His frame hurt.

"Creator, what is wrong with him?" Alpha Trion asked, he watched as Megatronous rubbed circles on the youngest's back.

"Amalgamous Prime is acquiring his Primal Gift"

Understanding filtered through all of the older Prime's gazes.

"It hurts" Amalgamous cried, tears of Energon fell from his optics.

"Shh, little brother, it will be alright, this is normal" Megatronous whispered softly, "it'll be alright, just relax"

Smokescreen sniffed, his optics onlined and he rubbed them with the back of his servo. He let out a cute yawn, a slight chirp ended it before he looked around. He was alone, again, in the medical bay and it looked to be night time.

The youngling stood and walked out of the medbay, he saw Ratchet working at the computers.

"You should be recharging" Ratchet spoke, not looking away from the screen.

"I just onlined" the Prime informed the medic.

Smokescreen watched Ratchet work for a while, the room was silent except for the tap-tap-tap of the keyboard. Smokescreen sat down against the wall and continued watching the elder Autobot. His optics fought to stay online, but soon the lulling of the monitor and keyboard drifted him to sleep.

"Keep your form tight and your legs under you. You will be unstable if you do not"Megatronous advised as he circled the younger Prime, "drop more, keep your knee's bent... there you go"

"Is this supposed to feel unnatural?" the new Prime's voice was meek and had a slight squeak to it.

The red-eyed Prime opened his mouth to answer but a childish, yet mature, voice spoke first.

"You only feel like that until you get used to it... or until you find your own fighting stance"

The new Prime stared in awe as the first Shifter walked over.

"Amal' I thought you were with Sire?" Megatronous tilted his head slightly.

Amalgamous nodded, "I got relieved early. Thought I would come down and see how the new Prime's training was going"

"He has much to learn and not long to learn it"

Amalgamous nodded, "if you do not mind, I will watch"

"I don't mind, brother"

The Thirteenth gave a small smile before heading over to the steps and sitting down. He watched as Leo Prime, once known as Lio Convoy, learned the way of the Prime.

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Ratchet looked over to the too-quiet youngling and saw that he had fallen asleep. So, the Medic did what any Medic would and gently returned him to the medical berth before checking his scans. Nothing changed, this was both good and bad.

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Smokescreen awoke again around midday this time and felt even worse than he had the night before. His head pounded, his optics burned, his entire frame was sore, his Cog's (both Shifting and Transformation) itched and his wings felt off.

The youngling sat up and instantly gasped as pain spiked. He lowered himself back down, blinking 'stars' (as the humans called them) out of his vision. He offlined his optics and took deep, steady breaths before re-onlining them and sitting up again. This time it was easier and with much less pain.

He swung his legs over the berth's edge and gingerly stood up. His hips complained and he began walking around. As he exited the make-shift med-bay, he instantly knew something was wrong for no one was around.

"Hello?" the young Prime called.

The silence was his only answer.

"Hello?!" he tried again and again and again. He tried for what felt like hours, still there were no replies.

Loneliness, Abandonment.

Two things that Amalgamous was not accustomed in feeling; but they tore through him with vengeance.

Tears sprung to his optics and he huddled himself into the tightest corner he could; like he did whenever he felt scared.

"Brother" the deep, familiar voice of his Megatronous echoed and Amalgamous looked up; in front of him knelt his older brother.

"Me-Megzy?"

"I am here Amal'"

Tears of joy slid down and the youngling leapt forward, pulling the older into a hug. Megatronous securely wrapped his arms around the quivering child.

"I heard your call brother, what has happened?"

Amalgamous blinked, he didn't remember sending out a call. He told his brother as much which caused more concern. The larger bot began checking him for wounds, hissing in sympathy as he noticed the slowly repairing CPU.

"That must be the reason. Your CPU is damaged"

Amal' dipped his head and Megatronous narrowed his optics.

"You already knew this" his voice held a brothery-protectiveness.

"The Autobot Medic scanned me with one of those high-tech scanners and it showed onscreen. It's healing, slowly but it is"

Megatronous let out a slightly irritated grunt.

"How is it that you always end up hurt?"

"I don't mean to" Amalgamous curled closer to his brother and closed his optics.

"Sleep brother mine, I will keep you safe"

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Smokescreen onlined once more, back on the med berth with Ratchet looking at some charts. Smokescreen shifted, which alerted the Medic.

"Stay on that berth or else..." he left the sentence hanging and Smokescreen knew better than to defy the order.

"How long was I asleep?" the youngling asked.

"Almost 12 joors"

He nodded in understanding. 12 joors was not that long for a Cybertron, even a recharging Cybertron, but in a war it was.

"How much longer until I can leave?"

"Still three cycles"

Smokescreen let his head fall back as he let out a groan.

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Three cycles have passed and Smokescreen was finally allowed to leave the med bay and the base.

He was so glad, for he began to get star-crazy. The first thing he did was transform, ignoring Shoulder-Pads, and taking off to blow off his energy.

Amalgamous was so happy to feel the wind on his armour, he made sure to go to a deserted area and drive as fast and as far as he could. His radio blaring country music.

He did a 180 before Shifting into his second most-favorite form; a small Turbo-Fox with a sleek blue and yellow pelt and a "fluffy" tail. He ran as fast as his legs carried him; his optics locking onto the dirt impasse and he positioned himself into running towards it. The passe was narrow, but he was small enough to make it through.

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Three hours passed when Smokescreen returned to base, Ultra Magnus demanded where he had been and Smokescreen stated that he was star-crazy so he went out for a drive.

"Now that you are back, you can stack those empty cubes"

Amal' gave a nod and a "yes sir" before heading over to the empty Energon cubes and began stacking them against a wall.

Hours after the others went to recharge, Smokescreen left his room and walked to the main area before sitting down against a wall and offlining his optics. He let out a soft sigh and allowed his helm to rest on his arms and allowed recharge to take him.

AN: Sorry for the long wait. If anyone has any idea what Smokescreen did in "Chain of Command" or if anyone has a request for the next chapter, please comment it