(Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers; just Filly and any other OC's I've added throughout the story.)

(Authors Note: Hello dear readers, fellow writers, and Transformer enthusiasts of every shape, size, color and gender! First off, I'm so sorry for not uploading new content sooner but I've been rather focused on my Transformer movie verse FF and this past week has been rather grievous for my family: we lost our last two of our original three family dogs within a week of each other and now they've been reunited with their sister who passed away last year. As for me, I've been spending most of my free time visiting with my Dad since he took their loss the hardest. Thankfully, my own dog has also been a big help in comforting him. That aside, I hope you all enjoy this new chapter and feel free to write a review. Thank you all for the continued support and until next time, stay safe, stay sane and stay awesome!)

"English"

::Comm. link::

{Cybertronian}

[HUD notifications/scans]

::Bond conversations::

:Speaker speech:

"Intercom/Soundwave's speech"

[:Angel/Ravage speech:]

Memories/flashbacks/stasis

{:Ghost/apparition speech:}

Chapter 23

Filly soon awoke to the sound of peds entering the Med Bay, to which she opened her optics to see the Autobot CMO. "Hi Ratchet."

He glanced up from his tablet and tilted his helm and the young femme, "Filly? What are you doing here at this hour?"

"I couldn't recharge knowing Uncle Smokey and Blue were hurt, so I came in here to check on them. And before you ask, yes, Baba and Papa know I'm here. Also, Angel is here," she gestured to the large cyberdog that was curled up next to Bluestreak's medical berth.

"So I see," he noted with a faint smirk before donning a serious expression, "I'm sorry you have to see Smokescreen and Bluestreak this way. If it makes you feel any better, they're in much better shape now than they were when we brought them in."

*sigh* "How bad was it? Please tell me."

While he didn't want to scare her with such graphics, he knew she would find out sooner or later. "Very well, but understand that while their injuries were bad and require further medical attention, they will make full recoveries."

*Earlier*

Ratchet and his fellow medics rushed into the Med Bay with Smokescreen and Bluestreak in tow: both mechs had received severe injuries as a result of the Decepticon ambush which unfortunately resulted in Filly being captured. Both Praxions were also unconscious and heavily leaking energon all over the place: Blue more so than Smokescreen. The young sniper had a large hole in his chassis, to which his spark was partially exposed, leaving him in critical condition.

The CMO growled in frustration as the readings showed a rapid decrease in Blue's spark rate and overall functionality. "Come on yongling, don't you offline on me," he set to work on patching up the immediate energon ruptures and stopping further leaks from vital areas before the young mech suddenly took a turn for the worst: his spark started to dim and was barely giving off a pulse.

"First Aid, get the charging cables STAT! We're losing him!"

Upon hooking Bluestreak up, they fired up the cables and gave his spark a charge which made his frame slightly convulse before settling back down upon the berth.

"Again!"

Another charge was delivered, but there was no improvement.

"Come on Bluestreak. Come on now," he charged him again and emitted a sigh of relief when he saw improvements in his spark readings. While there was still much work to be done in getting the young sniper back onto the road of recovery, Ratchet and his fellow medics took solace in the fact that he was going to survive.

*Present*

"And that's about the gist of it," the CMO replied with a tired sigh as he approached the medical berth. "We'll continue with his external repairs later this morning, but for now he needs rest."

She gave an understanding nod before asking, "When will he wake up?"

"Even I can't say for certain, young one. He sustained severe damage both internally and externally, so at this point it's all up to him when he'll wake up again. We medics can induce a bot into stasis, but we can't bring them out of one. He could wake up in a few kliks, or it could be longer depending on his internal systems."

Hearing this, Filly gave him an understanding nod and placed her tiny servo along Bluestreak's cheek, "Please wake up soon Blue."

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-Later-

Jazz and Prowl stepped into the Med Bay and found their little femme sitting beside Bluestreak while Ratchet worked on mending his external injuries. Unfortunately, he'd have to wait until the young mech came out of stasis before he could reattach his doorwings as he needed to be awake for that procedure.

Sensing her creators' presence, Filly turned her helm and gave them a sad smile, "Hi Baba. Hi Papa. I'm just watching Ratchet fix Blue and hoping he and Uncle Smokey will wake up soon."

The TIC approached and gently rubbed the top of her helm, "I'm sure they will sparklet."

*sigh* "I know some of what happened when Uncle Smokey and Blue were brought in."

"Do you now," Prowl asked as he knowingly glanced over at the CMO.

Without looking up from his current task, Ratchet replied, "She asked and I answered."

There was a slight groaning sound coming from the adjacent berth, to which they all looked over to see Smokescreen waking up from his stasis:

"Mmmph...what the frag hit me?"

Filly climbed down from Blue's berth and (with Prowl's assistance) hoisted herself onto the adjacent berth. "Uncle Smokey! You're awake!"

He emitted a slight chuckle as he greeted his niece with a welcomed hug, "Filly, it's good to see you online and well. Thanks for checking on me last night and for sticking close to Blue."

"Yea," she glanced back at the young sniper before feeling a familiar servo gently stroke her winglets.

"He'll be okay. Bluestreak has been through a lot over the ages, but he's always managed to pull through."

"Do you remember what happened to him before you fell into stasis?"

He gave her a nod and vented out a sigh, "I do, but I can't bring myself to share that information at this time."

"Is it really graphic?"

"Yes. And I know your creators wouldn't like you hearing such gruesome recollections."

"No, we wouldn't," Prowl replied as he crossed his arms across his chassis while slightly arching up his doorwings. "You'll just have to wait until you're older to hear the full story."

"How much older," she asked with a tilt of her helm.

"When yer Papa an' I say you are," Jazz replied as he lovingly rubbed the top of her helm. "We just don't want you to experience more sparkache."

*sigh* "Okay; I guess that's fair. But in the meantime, can I continue to stay here in the Med Bay while Uncle Smokey and Bluestreak recover?"

"Only if you promise to stay out of the medics' way when they're working and leave their equipment alone."

"I promise."