Nano-kilk - half of a Cybertron second

Klik - Cybertron second

Breem - Cybertron minute

Joor - Cybertron hour

Cycle/Lunar-cycle - Day or night

Meta-cycle - Cybertron week

Orn - Cybertron month

Vorn - Cybertron year

Deca-cycle - Cybertron decade

Mega-cycle - Cybertron century

::Comm Link::

Thoughts

Other voice

Gods! Thank you so much for all of the reviews my readers! I get so giddy with each one! To those that guessed, congrats and thank you. Also, Hellhounds are cannon, they were semi-domesticated by the Cons in the service of hunting parties and for their battle prowess.

Plus, from now on in this chapter, this story will be apart of the KTA that NovaShifter15 has given a challenge and since this one has been my main focus I will be having this one become apart of it. Also if I didn't inform last chapter the rating has gone up for the future. One for being paranoid and the other for being the fact the war is now fully in her life.

"Once Decepticons nearly held the quadrant through terror. Now we scrap

like slargs over a few energon cubes. Is this how you honor the memory of

Galvatron? Is this the fate of the mighty Decepticon empire?"

- Cyclonus, "Five Faces of Darkness"

Rumble: "Don't you Auto-bozos know, hanging out in Central Park..."

Frenzy: "Can be hazardous..."

Soundwave: "...to your health?"

("City of Steel")

"What is a turbofox doing in my medbay First Aid, Remedy?" the two younger mechs froze, each glancing at the other before working to turned to their medical officer. Both couldn't help stop the cringe that happened at the sight of a large wrench held within the mech's servos. It gave a small tinkle of light at the shine it held. "And from the looks of things it has been here for a couple of joors, too."

"You're the one that made me help you, you tell him." Remedy whispered to the mech across from him on the other side of the berth. The mech knew that if First Aid didnt have that visor covering his optics, they would have been glaring at him. Even though their was no visual of them, he sure felt them drilling into his frame. Yeap, he threw the mech to the hellhounds. Who wouldn't when faced with the medic of doom. Doing the only thing he could right now, First Aid straighten his frame towards the older mech taking a more professional approach. It might lessen the hurt of a dent.

"We found her laying in the street with a large gash to her right side, energon having covered her and dried. Depending on the time of the wound to finding her, the vixen had an infection setting in which was making her ventilation work overtime to cool her heated frame. We were closer to the medical center than the vet and that's why we came here." First Aid stated. "As we worked on the vixen we found she was nearing stasis lock from lack of energon and lack of recharge."

Ratchet said nothing while the young mech informed him of what happened. Optics looked over the frame of the maroon vixen seeing the large fresh weld to her side and a line of energon inserted in a fuel line. Beside the weld, the vixen looked to have been cared for as her frame showed little to no dents or scratches. That's when he took notice of the size of the trubofox. "You gave the vixen med-grade?"

"Yes, I didnt know how long her systems had been running on low energon before finding her, so i went with med-grade. I didn't want to crash her systems from an overcharge if she had been without a full tank often, it were so." Ratchet nodded at his answer. There was no telling just how long the vixen had gone with a minimal amount of energon to run her systems. Med-grade had been the best choice as it held all of the nutrients needed if she had lost much of them, while also helping to bring her energon levels back up to running par in a slower fashion. Ratchet made his way over to the two mechs and the beast to get a closer look. "You do know once she is stable she will have to leave. I should be making you take the vixen out of here now, but since you have the vixen nearly cleared, I will wait for you two to finish. After that the beast has to go."

Both younger bots nodded before going back to finish the tests they had been doing. "The one we have to watch closely is the infection. I uploaded an anti-viral into her systems to help fight it off but it will still be a few cycles before she's clear. The sedatives i gave her weren't enough earlier when we first arrived with her so i had to give her a higher dose. She'll be out for several joors at most." First Aid stated to Ratchet.

"Yeah, only a few joors wont be enough for that weld to set. With it being that large it'll need a good cycle to set in before the vixen can move." Remedy replied checking the level of the med-grade.

Ratchet vented. "The turbofox will have to leave before that. This is for bots not beasts so one of you, I dont care which one does it, will be the one to take the vixen to keep an optic on her." Remedy and First Aid glanced at each other when Ratchet stated that. "Dont look at me, you're the one that wanted to fix the turbofox." Remedy answered quickly. "You should be the one to take her."

First Aid vented nodding. "I'll have to have help getting her up to my quarters. i'm on the fifth floor and i'm worried that getting her up that far will break the weld." He stated while going through the datapad with the vixen's vitals. "We could put a brace under her to help lessen the movements." Remedy replied glancing around for one.

First Aid thought it over. "That could do. It would just be a long slow walk. We would also have to make sure her line is clipped to one of use. Go ahead and get the brace, the vixen is showing good signs now so we'll be able to move her."

Throughout there time talking Ratchet stood listening and watching them as they worked. Remedy had gone to collect the brace that would carry the turbofox while First Aid continued to look over the vixen's vitals. "Have you figured out what type of turbofox you have?" He asked the bot. First Aid looked up from his datapad to the maroon turbofox. "There's a type?"

"Two. Their are racing turbofoxes and non-racing ones." Ratchet stated moving up to the side of First Aid. "And to tell either apart is by the size of them. Racing turbofoxes are large to be able to carry a rider. Also, this symbol here on her back plating suggests that she's been a Tri-Torus winner." The mech stated pointing to the lighter red symbol set there. First Aid looked at it in interest having not know the other type of turbofoxes. "I will warn you now, this vixen is worth a lot to bots still within that business."

First Aid turned to the mech in confusion. "Why would she be worth a lot?"

Ratchet gave a shrug. "I dont know much about the area but I do know some. That symbol welded to her plating shows she's one of the few turbofoxes to have completed the Tri-Torus. That in it's self is rare to have one do so. And whoever had the vixen was the one to give her this damage." Ratchet informed before looking at the younger mech. "If any bot comes up to you with an offer for the vixen, decline. She is under your care and will remain there for a time." First Aid nodded in understanding as he readied the vixen to be moved once Remedy came back.

Once the mech did, the two went to work in slowly moving her frame onto the brace. After that was done, Remedy looked over the weld to make sure it was still good. First Aid took the front while Remedy held the back with the med-grade clipped to the left of his chassis. "So, what are you going to name her?" Remedy asked as they went down the street as bots moved out of there way. Most gave them looks at the fact two medics were carrying around a turbofox.

"Ehh, not sure yet. Do you have an idea?" First Aid replied looking back to Remedy over his shoulder plating. Remedy looked at the vixen that they carried in thought before a small sad smile came to his lip plating. "Dawn." The name surprised First Aid as he gave the other mech a questioning glance. "You sure?"

Remedy gave First Aid a small smile. "Yeah, i'm sure. She wanted a turbofox once and that would have been the name of it. At least the name will hold meaning, even if you're the only bot to know the meaning behind the name." First Aid nodded. "You know, that means I have to keep the vixen indefinitely now." Remedy snorted at that. "As if you weren't thinking of keeping the turbofox before servo? I know you, you bolt. Been around you long enough to know."

"How is the vixen holding?" First Aid asked looking forward.

Remedy read the datapad that lay on the brace near his right servo. "So far the same, nothing changed other than her energon levels have risen some." First Aid nodded as silence took over. Half a joor later the two were making there way slowly into the elevator. When they had gotten there they had to wait for it to empty before moving into it. With the three inside it was a tight fit but they had manged.

"One, two, three.." Remedy counted before both gently pushed the vixen off from the brace onto the berth. Once that was done he unclipped the med-grade to clip it to the pole that First Aid put together. "Alright, thats done. Where are you going to recharge now? The turbofox is on yours."

"I'll figure something out later." he replied checking her vital one last time. "Dawn should be good for a small amount of time since we gave her another dose. Lets bring that back before Beachstar has a fit that something is missing from her supplies." Remedy's plating clattered at the mention of the fembot. "Right lets go." First Aid couldn't hide the small chuckle at the shiver Remedy gave. "Shut it you bolt." That did nothing to stop his co-medic.

Siren jerked into online before slumping back down giving a slight whimper at the ache that radiated along her right side. Opening her optics once more she looked around at the room she was in. The room smelled strongly of a mech, one that was around chemicals often. A couple of pictures hung on the walls with most depicting landscape areas of Cybertron. They were pretty to look at having not seen much of the metal planet and held her attention for a good while. After she had her full of looking at them for now she glance around slowly at her own frame to find the side that had been sliced open was now welded closed.

Finials perked in a twitching fashion trying to understand what had happened. Her memory banks were corrupted for the last few cycles and the only thing she could clearly remember was running from Howler. After that, it was unclear of what she had done. A whimper left her again at what the mech had done to her friend and had tried to do to her. It pained her spark to know the once friendly old mech could turn around like that. Why would he think to do so in the first place? Siren knew Howler would continue to look for her as he had made it his duty to snuff Heavyglide.

Pedesteps sounded causing Siren to jerk again her plating flaring out in fear. He's coming! How did he find me? Where is here!? Her panic rose higher as the pedesteps drew closer making her force herself onto to pedes ignoring the burn that followed at the movements. Tail tucked between her legs as she push more and more into the wall behind her as much as possible. When the door opened she wasnt able to stop the whimper that followed at the sight of a mech. Her processor having clinched tightly to the memory flux showed her the form of Howler and not the one that had helped heal her.

First Aid stood frozen at the shivering, whimpering form of the vixen in complete surprise. The turbofox was completely terrified at the sight of him and it made the young medic wonder what could have caused the vixen to have such a reaction. ::First Aid to Ratchet::

::What? I'm busy youngling.:: Came the reply of the old medic. First Aid thought it over for a kilk before sending a clip of what he was seeing. ::The vixen is awake and about to crash. I don't know what happened before finding her, but she is terrified at just the sight of me.:: Ratchet didn't reply at first. ::Slowly back away, if the vixen is showing that much fear and is in a small space like your berthroom than she will attack if provoked. The vixen is obviously not in her right processor at the moment.::

First Aid did as ordered and painfully moved backwards from the vixen. Every movement he made was sharply watched by her amber optics. Once he was fully out of the doorway and clear of it did he finally see the vixen calm slightly. She still held a defensive stance but the clatter of her plating had stopped only remained flared out to make her larger than she was. ::She's calmed some, but still not keen on seeing me.::

Ratchet gave a scuff at that. ::Of course the vixen wont! Somebot decided to slice her up and she's probably still in shock from the ordeal. Just ignore her for now. Don't look at her, don't speak to her, do nothing that would involve her.::

::What if she comes up to me? I still need to check her over and make sure the weld is still okay. It's only been a couple of cycles since the weld set in.:: First Aid asked taking in what the older medic said and walked away from the open door of the room. ::That is when you can slowly try to gain her trust. Try giving the vixen some energon treats if she comes out of the room. Turbofoxes seem to love them.:: Ratchet paused for a bit. ::Keep me posted on her progress through datapad.::

That surprised First Aid, but he agreed. Glancing back to his berthroom to see if the vixen had come to look out but found it empty. Taking what Ratchet had told him, he went about to get some energon treats to store in his subspace in case the vixen ventured out. Once done with that he commed Remedy to let him know about the vixen being awake.

Siren had watch the bot move back and out of her sight in confusion. Plating lowered now that the bot was gone and she glanced around to make sure it was only her in the room. The door was left open but she felt no need to leave yet knowing the mech was still on the other side. Settling down once more on the berth having become tired from the ordeal. It seemed whatever happened during the time where her memories were corrupted had left her with little strength. Becoming tired so soon made her worried about what the mech would do to her.

But, he didn't and she didn't see the mech again for a long while. Gathering herself Siren slipped off of the berth to make her way to the door and looked around from the edge. Seeing nothing she slowly put pedestep in front of the other going down the hallway before stopping at the end of it. There laying on a couch was the mech only this time the form of Howler didnt take his place and for the first time let her see the mech clearly. The mostly red and white color scheme showed her the bot was a medic and explained much of how she had been fixed.

Once again, she shouldn't be surprised at seeing another bot from the franchise but it did. One that she owed her life to now that she thought of it. Quietly she moved around the couch taking in the mech trying to remember which medic he was. She knew it wasnt Ratchet because his helm had those horn things on the front. Thank Primus it's not Pharma either since their was no blue coloring. Sitting on her hunches at the helm of the bot she pondered who it was laying there. Unknowingly to her, her own helm had cocked to the side as she thought before shaking it and leaving it till later.

Once that was settled she went back to roaming around the space she was now in. A finial was always trained on the mech that was in recharge to make sure he didn't wake. She may have felt okay now, knowing it was a medic but she was still on guard to the fact another flux could claim her and make her see things. Though, Siren hoped that having seen the mech in a more calmly fashion she would know that it was a flux next time it happened. But she had her doubts even to that.

Stopping before a shelve she inspected the collection of datapads set there. Many were of medical studies while some were of different genres of stories that Siren found she may want to look through. Turning away from the shelve she went into the kitchen that was open making the livingroom and kitchen one single room with no barrier between the two. With a sniff she found the smell of energon clearly before spotting a bowl filled with it. Going over to it she took another sniff and grumbled. Med-grade energon how lovely. That stuff could almost be compared to that of nutrient drinks to humans.

The only reason she knew it was med-grade was she had to have it after her run with Embertron. Having run hot like she had done that cycle had left her depleted of much needed nutrients. So, she was put on med-grade for several cycles in order to regain them when she came online from glitching. With more grumbles Siren made herself take in the energon knowing it would do her good in the long run. Though she didn't have to like it and made her wonder how long it's been since she ran from Howler.

First Aid booted his systems slowly as his internal alarm went off. He would have Remedy come by to check on the turbofox while he was at work later. Though he would have to warn the mech not to get too close. First Aid wasn't ready to start treating others from bites the vixen would surely be giving if they moved too fast for her liking. Sitting up after a few breems he took notice of sounds to his right and looked. There stood the maroon vixen drinking the med-grade he had set out just in case she had come out to explore. He was glad he did so and quickly took in her frame. Her optics gave off a brighter look to them letting him know she was on the mend.

Now it was just trying to think of how not to get the vixen to spike her systems again when he tried to earn her trust. It didn't take long as the mech watched her finials twitch and her frame freeze. Siren was cursing herself for not keeping attention having not heard the mech wake up from his recharge. Turning her helm to the mech she eyed him, looking him over. Slowly, he stood up to walk backwards and around the couch before leaving the room through the door behind the couch.

Tilting her helm in confusion, Siren couldn't understand why he would do such a thing. The mech hadn't done anything to her yet and she did take comfort in that knowing he was giving her space. Glancing back at the rest of her med-grade she huffed some air out before going back to wondering around the area she was being housed in.

She looked so broken. I caused her to look that way...

Yes, you're the cause of it. You were the one responsible from the start and you enjoyed every klik of it. You were the one to take that offer. The one to set the bombs that stared it all.

I did it for the Decepticon cause. I had no intention of that happening! I did not enjoy anything about it!

But it happened anyway. And it's your fault, you caused it! You keep lying to yourself...

No, please! I didn't mean for that to happen! I swear on Primus! I am not lying.

You can swear all you want, mech, wont bring back the several dozens of bots that had offlined that cycle. One in particular. You killed them ALL.

No, I wasn't in my right processor! That was not me! Primus help me!

Give it up, no bot can help you now, not even Primus. You have innocent energon on your servos and you were about to have another on them as well. Might as well get over it since she knows it was your doing. All of it was your doing.

She doesnt...she only know about him. She doesnt know about the others.

And how long till she finds out, hmm? Admit it, ever since the war you've craved the thrill of the hunt. You not only have the innocent of this age but those of ages before now. You may have been able to keep it at bay for so long but you always slip up. I am you.

No...no, you're wrong. I was a changed mech. You had disappeared for so long.

Until you set those bombs and the thrill of what happened awake me. The smell of spilt energon, the screams of fear and panic. Ahh, those were the cycles weren't they?

I am not you any longer.

You were me before this. I was all you were and will ever be til the cycle you are snuffed.

I am you no longer! I had a life that has been ruined because of you!

Admit it, you gained the same joy at battle and killing as you did before. You are me, and I am you. We are one of the same. I know you want to...offline her...end her torment. Let her suffering and pain end.

She's suffering because of what you did! The pain you caused her to have!

Quit you're slaggin moaning, mech. You will soon see it as our way. You once did. Just look at the spark-broken way she was when she was staring at Heavyglide. The lost look held within her optics.

...She looked so miserable.

Yes, she did, didn't she. Her only friend left, gone. She's alone now. She has no one to rely on now. No one else will understand her and know about her ability to understand. Just like with Boltgear, they'll only think her as a beast.

I..I need to find her. They'll hurt her, use her! I cant let that happen.

Yes, she may have been suffering from the lose of Kickboom and Heavyglide...but think of everything that could happened to her. They'll hurt her just like Embertron did. All of that hard work to bring her back from the fear of the whip, all gone. They'll abuse her, breed her without her permission. She's worth much to that community with her linage. Just think about it, a bot could gain millions of credit just from her foxlings.

You're right, I need to find her fast. I need to save her.

It will be too late by then, you would have to offline her. Let her go peacefully into the Matrix. Just like Heavyglide. Just like the others before him. Be her savior.

...You're right...Her suffering will end...

Joors had gone by, leaving Siren to be rather bored. So bored in fact that she found herself reading through the medical datapads the mech kept. One of the good things about her size was the ability to get things bots put up high. Now if only she had the digits to weld things together she could have been practicing her medical skills, or there lack of skills. Finials perked at the pedesteps and she carefully followed them til they stopped at the door. Quickly she subspaced the datapad and ran to the hallway wanting to make sure she was hidden. Shaking her helm to get rid of the thoughts of Howler she waited. The bot that stood in the doorway was not the one from before, as this one stood taller and had gold accents within his red and white coloring.

His helm had white fins on either side pointed back while the rest of his helm was red with twin line of gold on each fin. Of what she could see of his faceplating it was a light grey while the rest was hidden from a face shield. His optics were a gold color that moved around the area looking. The frame of the mech showed his alt-mode to be that of a helicopter with his six blades stacked neatly into a set of two making a V behind him. His pedes showed the rotor having been split to become his heels. Like the first bot with one color being the main, his coloring was mostly white with red as secondary and the gold being his accents. The cockpit of his helicopter form lay flat against his chassis letting the light shine on the windows as he moved forward.

Not knowing who the mech was Siren growled as he took another pedestep forward making the bot stop. "Oh shut it, you bolt. I'm only here to check up on you." He stated with a vent of air as he looked over the vixen. Siren continued to growl, ignoring the mech to step backwards. The mech crossed his arms at the vixen as he studied her. "You look fine now. You were a mess when we first found you."

Her finials twitched a little forward but she held them back against her helm. The mech gave a scuff and a shrug of his shoulder before turning to leave. Siren stopped once he was gone but waited another breem before moving over to the spot he had stood. Taking a sniff she found he had the same chemically smell as the first one informing her he was also a medic. The only difference between the two was one smelled of rubber while the other smelled of ozone since they both also smelled of oil. Guess being a medic made smells nearly the same with only a few differences. The chemically smell held onto a bot the strongest making it harder to find the difference, but she did.

A yawn worked it's way out of her jaws and she vented. Looking around the area Siren headed back to the room she had woken up from already feeling recharge working it's way over her. Barely laying down on the berth she was out. Siren would deal with the mech that lived here later after her recharge.

Tada! Now, for you readers, I've been thinking of putting song titles as the chapter titles. Only thing is I cant figure if I should do it to where each song holds meaning to each chapter or just put a title up there instead of it being chapter 1, chapter 2, etc...something other than that...but who knows. Give me your thoughts my dear readers if I should just leave it as is or spruce it up. (I would think up my own titles but I have been dead in that department.)

The Whispering Sage - We can only hope First Aid helps her! First Aid is a favorite of mine, not top ten, but still a favorite.

BIackrose13 - Thank you! Honestly I forgot about Moonracer being a medic...

OfLifeDeathAndAllBetween - What kind of song were you listening to last chapter? I know its kinda late to ask but curious.

Steelcode - You were the first to chose First Aid as one of the bots for a minute there I was thinking you would have been the only one to chose him.

Darkrose Prime - As for Knockout...thats tough one seeing as I only have like two of the comics pertaining to Windblade that holds Knockout. I really need to get more of them. I will see if it comes about but no promises. Knockout sure is a unique bot I will say having fallen for him in Prime like many others.

StormMoonStarLight - You are very welcome!

igeegeei - You're the only one to have put in Hook as a guess...I would have to shiver if it had been him...too many horrors stories about him and his..*ahem* work.

SilentFemme - Good question about Starscream...I would believe he would, seeing as he is rather smart. I mean in some versions of him he was a scientist before becoming SIC. A big possibility but not right now.

Now to thank all of those that have Favorited and Followed! SilentFemme, Purest of the Hearts, L'ceil, MelonRussianBlue, and Stupid Void.

R&R!