Aftermath
Hey everyone! I'm so sorry about this being so late! I just didn't have any inspiration lately and for that I am sorry. I hope to have more up soon while I'm still on summer vacation. So without further ado, enjoy!
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I slowly start to open my eyes, which feel like they weight a thousand pounds each. After opening them a bit, although not too much, I look around and see that I'm in a white/gray room. I notice the different cabinets and tools laying around, so I get the impression that this is a hospital room of sorts. It doesn't look like anyone is here so I take the chance to look around.
I look to my right and see a bag of fluids and blood that I'm no doubt connected to. I look at my arms and see them wrapped in ace bandages. I try to remember why I would be here, and then it all comes flooding back to me. The battle, the AllSpark, and-
I sit up,albeit slowly, and look down at where my legs lay. Too afraid to look I stare...wondering if I really did lose my leg or if by some luck I just imagined it. I can't help but let out a whimper at the thought.
As soon as the sound leaves my mouth I hear movement from behind me. I soon see Jazz's face in my line of sight. He leans in close and says,"Hey Sweetspark."
I give a small smile as I reach out and touch his cheek. "Hey Jazz."
He leans in to the touch as he gently asks, "How ya feelin' ?"
I give him a pitiful look and say,"Awful. I've never hurt this bad."
Jazz immediately looks crestfallen and guilty as he says, "I'm so sorry. You'd of never gotten hurt if ya didn' help me. It's all my fault and I'm sorry." He hangs his head in shame.
I immediately feel bad for him and I quickly start to reassure him. "Jazz, please don't feel bad. I wanted to help you. It was my choice so please don't blame yourself." I rub his cheek under his eyes soothingly hoping to make him feel better.
He let's out another purr at the touch, which makes me let out a giggle.
He gives a grin and gently asks,"What's got ya gigglin' Sweetspark?"
"Your purring. I didn't know you guys could do that." I reply still smiling.
"Of course we can. It's a natural response ta really likin' somethin'." He says.
"Does that mean you like bring petted? Since that's what's making ya purr?" I ask.
He looks at me gently and says,"Well, that really has ta do wit who's doin' the pettin' Sweetspark."
I give him a confused look and ask,"You keep calling me that; what is it?"
"It's a term of endearment for us. Da human term would be sweetheart. I've grown attached to ya so Why wouldn' I call ya dat?" He replies.
"No no I meant what's a spark?" I ask in interest.
He laughs in understanding and says,"Well a spark is a Cybertronians life force. It's our most vital component, and if it's extinguished then so are we. It's our very essence, our soul."
"So basically it's like a human heart? Except yours is your soul?" I ask.
"Basically. It's kinda hard ta explain." He replies.
"So was that Megatrons spark that Sam put the AllSpark into?" I ask.
His eyes widen slightly at that nod asks,"You were online?"
"If by online you mean awake then barely. I Remember what happened and how much pain I was in." I try to shift into a more comfortable position which causes me to whimper in pain.
Jazz immediately stands up, making me realize that my bed must be high up since his waist is level with it, and quickly calls for Ratchet.
Before long Ratchet walks around the corner into my open room and over to me. "What happened?" He asks.
"She's in pain. Ya gotta help her!" Jazz exclaims.
Ratchet sighs and says,"Her medication has worn off is all. She just needs another dose." He then turns to me and holds his arm up and a blue light moves over me, that makes me shiver at the feeling. As if knowing what my question is he says,"That was a scan. Its how I check on the process of healing injuries, and by what my scans tell me you are healing quite nicely."
"What kind of injuries do I have?" I ask worriedly.
His look softens and says,"They were extensive youngling. Your covered in multiple scraps, bumps, and bruises. You suffered multiple sprains in your abdominal region, but thankfully nothing was broken." He then pauses as if thinking how to word something. "Now about your leg-"
"I remember seeing before I passed out-please tell me I was hallucinating." I ask pathetically as my eyes start burning with unshed tears.
He looks at me softly and tries to be delicate about host he's about to say. "I'm afraid your right leg was severed by the blast from Megatrons weapon from your mid thigh down and there was nothing left to reattach."
I immediately start crying at that. I'm normally not very emotional but with everything that's happened lately I can't help but let it out, especially after hearing the news about my leg...what am I gonna do.
Both a Jazz and Ratchet immediately kneel next to me, one on each side, and comfort me. "I'm sorry I couldn't save your leg youngling. I truly am. However, I was able to replace it with something else." Ratchet states.
I look up at him, with tears still in my eyes, and look confused.
He carefully pulls back the blanket with his big fingers and I look down to inspect. Instead of the empty space where my leg was missing yesterday, I see a shiny silver metal leg. It has crevices at the knee and foot where it bends. There aren't any toes, but rather a smooth round tip of a foot. There is a strong looking smooth metal brace on my thigh where the metal leg connects to what's left of my real leg. I can only stare in amazement.
"As you can see I created a metal leg for you to replace your missing limb. The brace is strong and secure so you don't have to worry about it falling off." Ratchet explains.
"Wh-where did you get the metal from?" I ask. For some reason it looks different than regular metal.
"You had a donor." Ratchet says. "Jazz offered some of his armor"
"What?!" I exclaim. I turn to Jazz and ask,"Why would you do that? Is it even safe for you to do that?"
Jazz laughs as Ratchet says,"Believe me when I say that Cybertronians are well armored and can afford to spare quite a bit. He donated some of his armor from his chest plates."
"You can't do that! Don't your chest plates protect your spark? I can't let you endanger your spark like that! Take it back Jazz!" I exclaim to him.
He let's out a booming laugh, much to my surprise. "Oh darlin' your a treat. Let me explain somethin' to ya. Our sparks are well protected by a thick layer of plates, which rebuilds itself if some goes missin' thanks ta our nanonites. So technically I'm not losin' nuthin' . 'Sides it was da least I could do since ya saved my life."
I'm silent as I process this. I then look down at my new leg as someone else walks into the room. I look over and see Optimus walking up to me. "Hello Averie. How are you faring?"
"Better than I was I guess." I reply. Still a little emotional about my missing leg.
As if knowing that Optimus says,"I sincerely regret the loss of your limb. Had we not brought our war to your planet, you would not have had to make such a sacrifice. However, I also wish to thank you. For had you not intervened I may have lost my first lieutenant, and for that I am in your debt."
"I won't lie. I'm gonna miss my leg, but saving Jazz was worth it. I couldn't let him kill one of my friends." I reply.
"Ya see us as your friends?" Jazz asks.
"I think me standing against Megatron answers that." I joke.
"We are honored." Optimus answers.
Suddenly I hear more footsteps and see Mikaela, Sam, those two soldiers, And the rest of the Autobots walking over. Everyone starts talking at once, which increases in volume giving me a headache.
"Enough! I will not have all of your bothering my patient. Speak at a reasonable volume or leave." Ratchet orders.
Everyone walks up the stairs to the walkway so they can be at eye level with me. "You feels alright?" Mikaela asks.
I shrug and say,"I guess so. All things considering."
Everyone looks at me new leg as Lennox says,"Your one tough girl you know that? I want to thank you, on behalf of the Air Force, for what you sacrificed for helping us." He, along with the other solider, salute me. The gesture brings tears to my eyes. I give a salute of my own.
"On man. My parents are never gonna believe this." Sam mutters.
My eyes widen as I exclaim,"Mom! Oh crap! I haven't talked to her since we were taken by the S7 goons! She must be going crazy by now! What am I gonna tell her?!"
"Youngling! Calm down before you give yourself a heart attack!" Ratchet orders.
"We've actually got that covered." Epps says.
"What do you mean?" I ask confused.
Suddenly I hear footsteps running into the room and up the platform. I look and am surprised to see mom. "Mom?" I ask.
She let's put a sob and jumps the railing and over to me, where she kneels down and hugs me to her. "Oh my baby! My sweet baby! I didn't know what happened. Then the military came to my house and said you fought in a battle and got hurt and-"
"Mom mom! Crushing, not breathing." I wheeze out at her bone crushing hug.
She let's go as she says,"Oh I'm sorry." She then looks down at my new leg. "Oh my poor baby...this is their fault!" She says angrily at the Autobots.
"Mom!" I exclaim. "No it wasn't!"
"If you never would have met them then you wouldn't be missing a leg." She retorts.
"Technically my leg isn't missing...it's just had an upgrade." I joke trying to ease the tension.
"Averie Evangeline Poe, this is no time for jokes!" She exclaims. "Just look at what's happened to you."
I sigh and say,"Mom, listen. It wasn't their fault. I chose to help. I chose to attack the bad guy on my own. It's no ones fault but my own. So don't blame the Autobots. I'd do it again if I had to."
Moms expression remains neutral as she stares at me. She then turns to the Autobots and asks,"Which of you saved my daughter?"
Optimus steps up and says,"It was my medical officer Ratchet that reconstructed her a leg, while my saboteur Jazz provided the material needed from his own frame."
Mom turns to the two bots Prime points to and says,"I believe a thanks are in order then...thank you for saving my daughters life."
"It is us who should thank your daughter miss. We are in her debt for saving Jazz's life Ms. Poe. We are only sorry that she had to sacrifice her leg." Optimus says humbly.
Mom turns to me and starts petting my hair while saying,"Such a brave girl. How did I get so lucky to have a daughter like you?"
"Gonna get sentimental on me now?" I ask bashfully.
Mom starts crying again and pulls me to her..again.
"Mom! Mom! Crushing! Not breathing!" I yell.
She pulls back again and apologizes.
"So, what now?" I ask.
She looks thoughtful and asks,"Well, what do you want?"
I turn to the Autobots and ask Optimus,"Does this mean we have to say goodbye?"
Optimus looks thoughtful and then gives a reassuring smile.
There you go! Yep I gave her a new leg...but I'm sure y'all knew I would. Anyway I hope y'all liked it and I hope to have another up soon. Leave a review and tell me what you thought. :)