Chapter 13: Sick Mind

Corvin truly was in awe, in awe of the being known as Optimus Prime.

It was hard to explain just what it was about him that captivated her. Maybe it was the way he held himself, or how he know just what to say or how much power flowed in the air around him, like an aura. Or it could be how good his butt looked right now.

Yeah, it was that.

"Optimus you're not going to believe this, I've just pinpointed the location of the Decepticon war ship." Ratchet's voice broke her out of her booty-gazing trance. Optimus's ped steps lightly shook the floor as he came up behind Ratchet.

"How did you penetrate their cloaking technology?" Optimus inquired, his voice deep and humming pleasantly through Corvin's audios. Haha, penetrate…

"I didn't. I was experimenting with variable frequency wavelengths when I stumbled upon it. Even still, their ship must be experiencing some kind of electromagnetic breach." Ratchet informed. Corvin hummed. This all sounded familiar.

"With Megatron deceased," ha, " and the element of surprise." Arcee punched her servo, her game face on.

"We could cause some serious damage," Bulkhead finished. The screen cycled up, displaying another signal. Ratchet was quick to inform.

"Also on the same frequency… An Autobot emergency beacon…"

"The Decepticons can wait," Optimus commanded. "There may be Autobots in distress, Ratchet, bring your medical kit." God damn it! She knew what was going to happen! Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck! This was the episode where Optimus gets sick and Megatron comes back! Like Hell her baby gets sick! Who's to say that Optimus would get better this time? Her being here changed things already so she wasn't risking it! Fate, Destiny, or whoever was going to make Optimus get sick in the future better fucking shove to the side because she wasn't letting that shit go down!

"May I come?" Corvin raised her servo, stepping forward and past all the bots present. Optimus looked at her and nodded and she followed them through the bridge.

The land was cold. Snow piled into large dunes all around and in one of those dunes was a crashed Autobot ship.

"A crash landing, buried here for centuries"

They walked forward, towards the ship. Corvin had to do something! If they went in that ship, she didn't know if she'd be able to stop Optimus from getting infected. Corvin looked around frantically, what could she do? What could she say?

"Wait!" She called out, causing the two mechs to halt and look back at her in question.

"What?" Ratchet huffed. Say something, Corvin, say something!

"Don't you think it's weird?" She started. "As you said Optimus, this ship had been here for centuries." She indicated towards the ship as she spoke, "And as you said Ratchet, it's on the same frequency as the Decepticon war ship." Both bots looked at her, indicating for her to continue. "Why wouldn't the Decepticons have torn it apart by now? Obviously they would have seen it if it's on the same frequency as them, so why didn't they?"

Ratchet shrugged, "there is a chance that it only broadcasts to Autobot frequencies, so while it may be on the same wave length as the war ship, it cannot be received by them."

"But what if it's a trap," Corvin questioned in worry, her optical brows furrowed.

"Corvin, while I understand your worries, we cannot take the chance of leaving one of our own to perish." Optimus said, raising one servo slightly to silence any retort. Corvin sighed, of course. They continued to the ship.

Ratchet used his welder to cut through the metal and create an entrance for them. They entered, Optimus turning on some sort of flashlight.

"If they traveled in stasis mode there may be survivors." Ratchet informed. With that said, the ship rocked beneath their peds. Corvin grasped onto a wall, cursing as one of her wings scraped against the wall.

"Fragging son of a biitttcchh!" She cursed, reaching back to brush over where her wings had been damaged. It was dented and the paint had been scratched off, but luckily she wasn't bleeding. Ratchet chuckled at her language and Optimus gave Ratchet a long look, almost accusing.

"I didn't teach her that!" the medic defended. Optimus said nothing. She and Ratchet clicked on their own flashlight things and they continued on carefully. They came to a door. Optimus pried the doors apart, the metal screeching in protest as gears ground with centuries worth of rust. They walked in.

The smell was horrid, the putrid smell of death filling the air mixed with sharp smell of sickness. Dead grey frames littered the ground, discolored energon surrounding them. Their optics were black and vacant of any life, but seemed to stare at them. Their frames looked… crumbly. Parts of their armor were gone as if it were sand, sometimes entire limbs were missing.

"Optimus!" Ratchet called urgently, kneeling next to one of the corpse. He scanned it, red light filtering over the frame. "These bots didn't die in the crash. They are displaying the symptoms of a virus."

"This is a plague ship," Optimus summed up. The Prime made to move forward.

"Don't touch anything!" Ratchet ordered them both, coming quickly over to place a servo on each of their chassis. "The virus could still be active."

It was as if Ratchets words were scary enough to make the ship shiver. The ship rocked, knocking them off their peds. Corvin yelled as she was once again knocked around. Her frame slammed into Optimus', pushing him more into the wall. The ship groaned ominously and a clanging sound was heard above them. Corvin looked up as Optimus did, shining her light up as he did. She saw the dead mech's frame fall out of a grate. It was slow as she knew what was next.

Ah hell naw!

Corvin slapped her left servo tightly over Optimus' optics as the contaminated energon dripped from the dead frame. The contaminated energon fell onto the back of her servo and she clenched her fingers shut tightly so none would get past and into Optimus' optics. She had dropped her flashlight and used her now free servo to grab Optimus' shoulder and push him towards Ratchet. The Prime made a startled sound as he was suddenly thrust towards his medic.

It burned… Corvin screamed as she clutched her contaminated servo with her good one, trying to make the burn stop. The two mechs

"No…"

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Corvin was sitting on a med-berth, slouched over and grasping her servo tightly. Ratchet ran scan after scan on her frame, each one come back like the other.

Corvin was infected with the Cybonic plague.

The Autobots looked at her in worry; Vela kneeled next to the berth. No one dared to touch her…

"Guys, I'll be fine. There ain't nothing the Hatchet can't fix so stop worrying!" Corvin tried to lighten the mood, grinning up at them. But the humor was lost as the infection took a turn and spread to her optics, making them flicker darkly with a loud groan. Her vision blurred and dimed and she faintly felt someone maneuver her to lie on the berth.

She heard Ratchet explain about the plague and how it was only contagious through energon and how the Decepticons had engineered it. There was no cure.

Jack brought up the fact that the Decepticons wouldn't have made a plague with no cure. Bulkhead shot down the idea, stating that only Megatron would probably know of it.

"But," interjected Ratchet, "we might be able to accept the Decepticon database." Hope creeped up into the optics of all present. "Luckily we still have the location of the Decepticon war ship, for now.

"Bumblebee and Arcee, you will go and see if you can recover any information from the Decepticon database," Ordered Optimus. The two turned, but a word from Ratchet made them hesitate.

"Arcee… hurry."

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It wasn't much Arcee and Bee had left and successfully infiltrated the Decepticon war ship.

Corvin rested on the berth, her venting was labored and something rattled with every intake. Her left servo was… bad due to being the first thing infected. It had changed colors and zigzags of dead nanites cover it and slowly trailed up her arm.

"Optimus… Ratchet…" she forced out, her voice low in her sickness. Both mechs looked over and she was able to move her helm to look at them. "Infected?" Their gazes softened and Optimus moved to kneel beside her berth.

"No Corvin, neither I nor Ratchet were infected. Thanks to you." Optimus informed slowly. Corvin smiled, her optics hooded.

"Good…" she didn't regret what she did. She didn't wish this upon her Op… him. He was too important, too vital in the future for such a risk. Sure, it was scary a hell being sick like this and not knowing if they would get a cure. She was terrified, she didn't want to die! But better her that him.

Corvin moved, her right, better servo up to brush against his face. Her knuckles lightly connected with his cheek and… he closed his optics and leaned into her touch. Her spark jumped in its casing, causing the monitors connected to her to beep.

Ratchet looked over to Corvin's berth and spotted Optimus kneeling next to her berth. Corvin's dim optics were wider than they had been before. She was staring intently at the Prime, as if she was fascinated with every little detail. Scans showed that her ventilation had increased as did her sparkbeat. Ratchet indulged in a hidden smile. He did enjoy meddling…

Corvin continued to brush the back of her servo over Optimus' cheek and his optics remained closed. Was this really happening? She brushed under his chin before her servo was on the opposite side of his face and able to cup it. She cupped his face and he leaned into it. Whoa… her helm was… floating. The mech she desired so strongly was… reacting to her… whoa…

Her thumb brushed over his lips, she could feel the texture of them under her finger. His lips parted slightly and she felt him vent, the warmed air brushing over her thumb.

That's it, she was dreaming. She knew it! A delusion caused from the virus in her system. Her processor was trying to distract her from the pain by creating vivid hallucinations of things that she knew would never happen but secretly hoped would.

"If it's here I don't see it." Arcee's voice broke through the daze. Optimus' optics opened and he stood from where he had kneeled. Corvin had just enough energy to be disappointed.

"Are you sure, Arcee?" Optimus responded.

"I'm in the Decepticon data base; I've looked through every file." She responded. Corvin groaned, her optics flickering and filling with static as she looked over at the two mechs. Vela appeared and walked over to her berth.

"Well look again!" Ratchet snapped angrily, "Clearly you missed something!"

"I've scanned the entire data base!"

"Did you use a redundant quantum algorithm?" Both Autobots were getting frustrated.

"Don't tell me how to research!" The blue femme snapped, "You think you're the only one that cares about Corvin?" There was a pause, Arcee must have gotten distracted. "What?" Arcee was talking to someone else, bumblebee more than likely.

"What? What is it?" Ratchet demanded, pressing a few buttons on the monitor. Their life signals were ok and no other signals seemed to have popped back on line, so what was the matter?

"It's Megatron… He's alive." A collective gasp echoed around the room, Optimus came forward.

"Megatron could not have survived ground zero," Optimus stated, but even his words were filled with dread.

"Well Optimus, I'm starring right at him. Good news it, he isn't exactly starring back…" Corvin shook slightly, looking over and observing the Autobots reations. Optimus looked, almost defeated. She didn't blame him, after thinking the war was almost finally over with the Warlord gone, him still being alive would be like a punch in the spark.

"He's critical," She continued. "Hooked up to life support. Time to finish this once and for all…"

"WAIT!" Ratchet yelled over the monitor, all optics were turned to him suddenly. Why would he stop her from killing the mech that had caused all of them so much pain?

"One good reason, fast!"

"Megatron might be Corvin's only chance for survival."

"What do you mean?"

"Does he display processor activity?"

"Spiking hard, his sick mind's still at work." Arcee growled.

"Perfect!" Ratchet exclaimed.

"Ratchet, explain," Ordered the Prime. Ratchet looked over at him, his optics set in determination and lit with hope.

"Optimus, if there is a cure; Megatron might be the only one who knows it." He turned back to the screen. "Arcee, you must go into Megatron's mind and retrieve it."

A surge a pain zapped through Corvin, her back arched off the berth and static filled her voice as her frame was lit on fire.

"Hold her down!" Ratchet's voice was faint in her audios, all she could hear was the rushing of her energon, and the rip of metal as a large crack spit open the armor of her arm. Infected energon oozed from where her protoform spit…

And Optimus made the mistake of touching it.

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"Optimus had been infected! I repeat, Optimus had been infected! We are out of time! One of you must take the cortical physic patch now!" Ratchet roared, through the terminal.

Optimus had been holding Corvin down when her armor had cracked and her protoform had ripped open. Infected energon had splattered all up his arm, the tinted, discolored energon seeping into his armor and working quick to kill off his nanites. He was now lying on the berth next to her, their berths were pushed together so that they were right next to one another. Corvin tiredly glared at the Prime, so she got infected for nothing? That fucking stupid mech…

"Enter his processor! Ratchet are you out of your fragging mind?!" Arcee questioned over the comm.

"The Decepticon laboratory should contain all the equipment you need for a cortical physic patch." Ratchet informed.

"No way!" She protested, "Have you even ever performed the procedure?" She sounded panicked, as if the very thought of entering that monster's mind terrified her.

"No, but I have thoroughly studied the theoretical literature… invented by Decepticons, outlawed by Autobots. "

"Whoa! Can't we just haul Megatron though the ground bridge, buy us some time to figure this out?"

"Time is something neither Corvin nor Optimus have! One of you must try this. I will not allow Optimus to pass, knowing Megatron will out-live him! Nor will I let a new-spark join the Well, long before Primus intended!" Ratchet's voice was desperate and grave, he was losing his patience and was scared for his leader and friend.

"Ratchet, I would lay down my life for Optimus, any time anywhere. And everyone loves Corvin, and doesn't want to lose her. But a mind/body split…" She hesitated. Bee beeped though the comm.

"I'll do it."

"You will?" Arcee asked.

"Are you… sure Bumblebee?" Raf asked from a ledge across the room.

"Don't worry, Bee's the best scout there is." Bulkhead said reassuringly. The other kids patted Raf assuredly on the back.

It wasn't long later that they had the patch working and Bee was in Megatron's mind. Ratchet was able to link further into Bee's communications, which gave the Autobots present the ability to see and hear what bee did while in Megatron's subconscious.

"Whoa, where is that?" Jack asked. Bee beeped.

"Bee says it's called Kaon, the Decepticon capital back on Cybertron." Raf explained.

Corvin zoned out, she knew what would happen next, and hopefully it would go the same as it did in the show. She could only hope. The seeker femme looked to her side and spotted Optimus. He was starting to look bad. Already his optics had started to flicker and the spider web of dead nanites trailed across his arm and face. He groaned, shifting slightly. Corvin moved the arm closest to him-which happened to be her left, the first part of her infected- and grabbed his servo. The sick Prime stopped shifting.

Corvin was scared, yes, she didn't want to die. Her infection seemed to spread faster than it did in the show, but she guessed that since that was on TV and this was real life, it would be different. But it was scary, not knowing for sure. She couldn't move very much, and it hurt when she spoke. Her vision was dark at the sides and her frame was burning. She looked bad, most of her pain was ruined with dead nanites and the crack on her arm was slowly spreading.

Corvin gasped as she lost all feeling in her legs, but the burn intensified in the left part of her chassis.

"Ratchet… Corvin's vitals…" Bulkhead urged.

"I know…" Ratchet spoke quietly. He looked back to the screen, "Hurry Bumblebee, I know you are in unfamiliar territory, but you must find where information might be filed in Megatron's mind."

Corvin's optics dimmed in exhaustion, she was very tired. She just wanted to sleep…

She heard faint talking: Bulkhead was talking to Ratchet.

"Ratchet, Corvin is going into stasis!"

"Frag it! Keep her aware! The virus will only spread faster while in stasis!"

"How am I supposed to keep her aware if I can't touch her without getting infected?!" Bulkhead sounded frantic, but it was true, her infected energon was still oozing from her arm. But it wasn't Bulkhead to stir her from her almost recharge. It was Optimus.

"Cor…vin…" He groaned out, turning his helm towards her. Large, flat fingers brushed against her smaller, sharp ones before curling around her servo. Her helm turned slowly towards him, the movement difficult. Part of Optimus' face was black, his optics were flickering, but staring at her in determination. "Must remain… aware…" His words were slow, but strong. She was in awe of how he could remain so strong, even when he was faced with death.

"Ttiirr..dde…" it hurt to speak, and that was a single word, yet Optimus spoke several… but she had been infected longer and her situation turned critical awhile back.

"Yes… I know," the Prime quietly gasped, his servo constricting around hers a bit tighter as a wave of pain traveled through the Prime. Corvin could see the wall in Optimus' optics, where he his pain from them. It was both worrisome and beautiful. How could he stay so strong?

Things had happened as Optimus distracted Corvin. Bee had found Megatron and was currently coaxing the cure out of him.

Optimus was asking her small questions, and she asked a few back. The process was slow and painful, but it kept them awake.

"Favorite… color?" The femme asked, venting unevenly.

"Red… you?"

"Blue… 's pretty…"

"In…deed…" Optimus managed a small, kind smile, one she returned.

"How… about… music?" Corvin shuttered and coughed. She could feel the metal of her face burn, the nanites dying at a fast rate. Her once silver face was almost completely black now. Her optics shuttered slowly.

"Class…ical music… is nice…" Optimus answered.

"Yeah, it is…" Corvin tried to hum, but it came out as a deathly rattle. Optimus was beginning to look very bad; half his face was black now…

"ratchet, are you hearing this?" Arcee's voice filtered through the terminal.

"I Megatron dies, Bumblebee's mind will be separated from his body… forever." Ratchet informed gravely.

"We'll lose Bee as well!" Jack shouted. Corvin watched as Optimus' optics dilated in horror, his frame jerked slightly.

"Bumble bee we are out of time!" Ratchet , sending a short data burst to Bee to inform him of the Decepticons and their plan to kill Megatron. Bee worked quickly, telling Megatron what he wanted to hear to get the cure. He manipulated Megatron surprisingly easily after Megatron found out about Optimus being infected with Cybonic plague, by telling him he would never be able to kill Optimus for himself if he let him die now. Bee didn't mention Corvin; it would have given Megatron no reason to help him.

Megatron fell for it and revealed the chemical formula. Bingo, Ratchet got it.

"Arcee, we have the formula! Disconnect Bumblebee, now!" Ratchet yelled. Bulkhead prepared the ground bridge, locking into their coordinates. It wasn't two minutes later that Arcee and Bee raced through the bridge.

Never had any bot see Ratchet move so fast… Running around his med bay like a loon as he grabbed all the chemicals he needed to create the cure. All chemicals were poured into a beaker until he was finished. The cure was a strange pink color…

Ratchet pulled out two syringes, filling both as far as he could and tapping out the bubbles. One was emptied in Corvin's neck; the other was emptied into Optimus'. Both bots fell into medical stasis to let the cure take effect.

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The Autobots cheered as Bulkhead helped pull Optimus to his peds and Ratchet helped Corvin onto hers. Corvin laughed at Bee's silly cheer dance as she grabed onto Ratchet's shoulders.

"Easy there, Corvin." Ratchet instructed, Corvin hummed –properly this time- and rubbed the side of her helm on the top of Ratchet's in thanks and reassurance, making him grumble good-naturedly.

Optimus was humched over, Bulkhead being his current walking stick. He smiled slightly.

"Please, save the hero's welcome for my Physician, and my Scout." Optimus indicated to Bee, who got a round of applause himself. Bee rubbed the back of his helm in embarrassment as the base applauded for him. He dramatically bowed as the others clapped and the others turned away to see the recovering bots (Bulkhead gave Corvin a frame-crushing hug). But during his last bow, his frame seized up, as if his systems had locked it.

I'm out. Or should I say… IN!

(AN: Finally! I've been writing this chapter for like… five days. But sadly I have a reason it took that long. I'm afraid to say that my Mom has done something I hate and something I will not forgive easily. She has limited my computer time to two hours. Now that might not seem that bad, but hear me out. It takes me three days of full writing to get a chapter out, which is 15-20 hours of writing. Divide that by two and you get 8-10 days of writing, combine that with the days I am unable to write due to school and after school activities, I'll be lucky to get two chapters done… a month… So you might see how bad this is. My mom saw fit to limit the one thing I truly enjoy in life, and it sucks dick because I'm being punished for something I didn't even do! And she fucking knows I had no part in it! So she saw fit to punish the person responsible, but extended it to everyone. I hate this…

That doesn't just apply to this story, ALLLLL my stories are going to take longer to update now because she decided to be a total ass and limit my time on here.

I'm very sorry… I'll try my best to get chapters out, I will.

Guest: I am glad you enjoy this story :3

Guest:Yes, there will always be more chapters for this story.

SweetSpark22:The spider lady is here and creepy as ever~ A Domi chapter? Maybe~~ You bring up a good topic with Domi though. Domi joined the Decepticons for mainly one reason: To kick Autobot ass. As you've read, their first meeting wasn't the best, and Domi holds grudges, but I'm sure she'll forgive them after she thoroughly beats their afts to Cybertron and back XD As for the "Swinging for the other team" thing, well wouldn't it be null now that she is a Transformer? Due to the fact that two femmes can have a sparkling just as well as a femme and mech or a mech and a mech. I guess it would just be a preference now, like how some humans prefer people with black hair or blue eyes. Eh?

Freddie4153: (-#_#)/ I shall CONTINUE!

11guest11:Oh, don't worry, I don't plan on putting that in the story. Or else I would have held it back and just put it in here. It did give me ideas though, but I plan on Corvin's first time to be willing and awesome! It would change her too much as a character for her fist time to be like that, so I don't plan on Megatron being her first or having her first time being unwilling. I am glad you enjoy this story :3

Firewarrior123X: Corvin is full of da fluff~ (/*^*)/ ~~~ She loves affection and giving it, so it is a sure that there will be fluff in the future! I am happy you like this story and I shall continue!

Till all are one!~