Alright everyone, I am sorry to have kept you waiting for so long but things have been a little crazy here and it has really cut into my writing time. Not to mention my mood has been a little down. But that is a story for another time. Anyway, I don't have much time to talk right now, I am half way out the door and on my way to St. Louis to have a very lovely argument with my father about him being the worlds biggest ass.
So in short, sorry for the wait, enjoy the chapter and have a great day.
Hook sat at his new desk only slightly enjoying the silence that filled the room. It was strange for him not to be happy about not having anything to distract him. But ever since The Fallen had used up almost all his power and Sam's spark teetered on the edge of shattering, he found that the silence of his med bay was irritating. The only sound was the gentle beeping of the sensors that where monitoring the two beings and that was more of an irritant than anything else. After days of listening to it with no change Hook was ready to go running from the med bay. He knew though that to leave would mean facing Megatron's wrath. He had been ordered not to leave even for a moment unless Megatron, himself, ordered him to.
Hook let the air in his tanks out at the thought of the war lord. While his mood had never been a good one in the first place it had gotten even worse since coming to the new base. For the past few days Megatron's temper had been at an all time high, he was pushing all the Decepticons past their limits. He made them train constantly to prepare for the attack on the humans, he wouldn't let them rest until there power levels where past the exertion point. And then they where only allowed to rest until there power was back to a decent point. Any who stepped out of line in the slightest were punished extremely. In the past few days Hook had several mechs sent to the med bay with several large gashes in there armor which let energon leak out as if in rivers. He was ordered to simple patch up the the cuts and nothing more. He wasn't allowed to ease the pain or replenish the spilled energon with what little reserves they had.
Hook was pulled from his thoughts as the med bay doors opened. At first he thought it was Megatron coming in to see if there had been any changes. He was surprised to find Starscream standing in the door way. Hook could have shot himself, he had forgotten that he had told Starscream to come in so he could re-check his arm and wing to see if they were working properly.
"Starscream..." Hook greeted coldly.
"Hurry up and get this over with." The seeker grouched in his annoying high pitched voice.
Hook fought the urge to throw something large and heavy at the seeker like his old mentor use to do to him. Instead he clutched his fist for a moment before relaxing it and gesturing over to another one of the berths in his med bay.
"Sit." He said flatly.
Hook watched Starscream as he moved across his med bay and sat on the large metal table. Holding back the grinding of his gears Hook moved up to stand in front of him.
"Raise your servo." He said.
Thankfully the seeker didn't fight him and did as he was told. He raised his new arm up and then to the side when Hook told him too. The medic continued to make him move the new arm in several ways bending at the joints and testing the cable strength.
"It seems to be working properly." He said. "Let's see about the wing."
Starscream lowered his arm and tensed up as Hook moved to his back and began to poke and prod at his wing. It was no secret that a seekers wing was the most sensitive spot on their body. It could be used to inflict massive amounts of pain, but also was used to bring incredible pleasure. A particular strong grip from the medic forced several of Starscream's gears to whine as a strong pulse of pleasure shot through his body. Starscream arched his back and griped the edge of the berth hard enough to dent it.
Hook fought the urge to shutter, he knew that his action was bringing pleasure to the seeker and he hated that fact. It made him sick knowing that Starscream was getting pleasure from him but there was no avoiding it at the moment. Once he was done with the wing he would be sure to snap the seeker out of his little pleasure moment. After a few more minutes of testing the wing Hook decided that it was in working condition and began to lower his hand along the back of the wing. A series of shivers came from Starscream as his hand moved lower and Hook tried not to pay attention to them. His goal was a certain spot at the base of the wing that was more sensitive than the rest. If he put just enough force on that spot then the seekers pleasure would burst into pure fiery pain.
As his hands got lower on Starscream's wing, the Seeker's body began to shake more and more as the pleasure he was feeling grew beyond what he had felt in a long time. Hook could feel the energon in his body start to boil from him holding in his disgust at what was going on. He allowed himself a slight grin though once his claw tip reached the spot at the base of the wings.
"Wha... what are you doing?" Starscream managed to stutter out.
Hook didn't answer, instead he took the very tip of his claw and pressed it hard into the center of the spot he had found. It wasn't enough to puncture the metal, but it was more than enough to ensure large amounts of pain. Less than a second after his claw struck the spot Starscream let out a piercing shriek that echoed off the walls. His body tensed up almost to the point where he would have snapped some of his cables. Violent spasms forced the Seeker's arms and legs to jerk and his optics where forced to off line less they be shattered. Starscream managed to gain just enough control over his body to push himself off the berth and away from the mech that was causing the pain. The moment he was off the berth Starscream fell to the floor, crumpling like a tin can into a shaking whimpering mess on the floor.
Hook couldn't hold back his chuckle as he watched the arrogant Seeker twitching on the floor. He wasn't too worried; he knew that he hadn't done anything to give lasting damage.
"Oh my... how unfortunate." He said not feeling the least bit sorry.
"I will... have your spark... for this..." Starscream managed to choke out from his spot on the floor.
Hook snorted as he moved around the berth and closer to where Starscream laid. The Seeker's body had stopped twitching but his optics where still off line. Several of his gears where grinding together and his body was so hot that waves of heat where distorting the air around him. With a grunt Hook grabbed hold of one of Starscream's legs and began to drag him across the floor. The med bay doors opened as he got close to them and he dragged the Seeker out of the room. Once all of Starscream was out of his med bay, Hook let go of his legs and stepped over his body going back into the room he had just left. Once he was inside he closed the doors leaving the Seeker alone on the hallway floor.
The soft beeping that filled the still air of the medical bay was normally not a bother to him, but having listened to it none stop for the past several days was beginning to make Ratchet crazy. He knew however that it wasn't the beeping its self that was getting on his nerves, it was what it meant that made him angry. His blue optics looked over the still form of Optimus Prime who was still off line and was showing no signs of coming back on line any time soon. What was more than that was the fact that on the Prime's chest was the very last stabilizing cone that the medic had. Once it was gone Optimus wouldn't last longer than an hour, two at the most.
Ratchet eyed the pulsing cone which was already starting to burn around the edges. He had only put it on an hour ago and it was already looking as if it would fail. A heavy sigh dropped from the CMO and he shook his head.
"What good am I if I can't fix you?" He asked himself.
"Talking to your self isn't a good thing 'Hatchet..." A gruff voice said from behind him. "Some might think your processors are fried."
"I have no time for your snide comments Ironhide." Ratchet grouched clutching his fist slightly.
There came the sound of heavy footsteps as the weapons specialist walked over to the berth that held the Prime. He stopped and stood beside the medic and joined him in looking over the large body.
"No change I take it?" He asked.
"If there were, do you think I would be talking to you right now?" Ratchet snapped.
"Did you find out what is wrong with him?" Ironhide asked.
"NO!" Ratchet yelled. "I do not know what is wrong with him! I have tried everything! I have looked throughout his whole system, there is nothing that suggests that something is wrong!" Ratchet wasn't sure why he was yelling at Ironhide. Maybe it was all his pent up anger, maybe it was just his fear coming out. "I cannot fix him since I don't know what is wrong, the last cone is about to fail and when it does..."
The medic grew still and quiet, his body shook a little and his vents where expelling and inhaling air at a quick rate. Ironhide gave his old friend a worried look. He had never seen Ratchet act like that.
"What is the point of being the Chief Medical Officer if I can't help when it's needed?" He asked suddenly his voice quiet.
"You have helped countless times during the war." Ironhide said.
"Then why can't I do anything now?" He demanded. "Optimus's life hangs by a cord and I can't do anything... When he is gone, what will we do?"
"Endure..." Ironhide said. "It's what Optimus would want."
Ratchet looked up at the black mech slight shock in his optics. He nodded his head after a moment.
"You are right... it's what Optimus would want..." Ratchet agreed. "When did you become so logical?"
Ironhide shrugged one of his massive shoulders and fingered one of his cannons. "When did you become so emotional?"
Ratchet grunted in slight annoyance, but he didn't hide the smirk that crossed his face. He could always count on Ironhide to get him through his rough times.
"Thank you." Ratchet said.
"Don't act like a femme." Ironhide said.
Ratchet chuckled and would have given a cleaver response but the soft beeping that came from the cone began to get louder and more frantic. Ratchet looked down and his optics narrowed as he saw smoke pouring from the black cone.
"Slag, it's failing early!" He yelled more to himself then to Ironhide.
The faint sound of talking is what woke him up. At first he wasn't able to understand what the words meant but as the fog in his head began to clear up the words started to make more séance. Someone, who had a deep sharp and angry voice, was yelling at someone else about something. He was only able to really understand a few of the words, the rest didn't seem to want to translate into anything understandable so they remand as high pitched sounds that hurt his ears slightly. His head felt heavy so both times he tried to lift it failed, so instead he just turned it from side to side. It hurt, but he was happy that he could move.
'Alright Sam... you can move your head... now open your eyes.' He thought to himself.
He quickly found that thinking about it and doing it where two very different things. While he willed his eyes to open it didn't seem to be enough to actually make them open up. He tried again pushing hard to open them and was rewarded by a very thin line of light breaking through the darkness. He tightened up his chest and pushed as hard as he could trying to expand that line of light. Slowly it grew letting more and more of the light from the outside world in. Finally they snapped open. The small moment of victory was taken away as the first thing Sam saw was a large black wave of water rushing at him, large chunks of gray metal mixed in with the angry wave.
He yelled and threw his arms in front of his face to try and protect himself from the onslaught. His yell was followed by the sound of two massive footsteps running closer to him. Using his legs, Sam pushed them into the surface he was on trying to get away from both them and the wave of water. He was forced to stop as something large wrapped around him and lifted him up into the air.
"Boy!" The sharp deep voice from before called.
That one word had a much larger impact on Sam then he thought it would. In an instant the image of the black wave vanished to be replaced with the slightly worried face of Megatron. Sam felt his heart leap in his chest, he had never been so happy to see the large war lord before. He knew that if he had been the right size then he would have hugged the gray mech.
"The wave... the ocean... trapped..." He panted out, his chest moving up and down quickly.
"Your safe now." Megatron said. "You're at the new base."
Sam lifted his head and looked around. He saw that the room he was in was much nicer looking then any of the ones at the other base.
"We're in the med bay?" He asked looking around.
"Yes Sam... you have been in here for almost a week."
Sam turned in Megatron's grip and saw the familiar face of Hook standing not too far away.
"The Fallen?" Sam asked quickly. "He vanished... he looked hurt!"
"Relax Sam." Hook said. "Our Master is safe, he used up his power in that warp and is recharging."
Sam let out a shaky breath and relaxed in Megatron's hand. His heart was beating at a million miles an hour.
"And... the attack?" He asked a little afraid. "Have you... attacked the humans?"
"Not yet." Megatron said his optics getting just a little hard at the thought. "As soon as our Master is back to full power we shall."
Sam didn't say anything; he knew that now wasn't the time to argue. He ran his hand down his face and heard the gently scratching of metal on metal. He looked down at his hand and was surprised that he hadn't noticed that he was wearing his armor.
"Have I had this on the whole time?" He asked.
"Yes." Megatron answered.
Sam kept looking at his black armor and was amazed at how much he considered it apart of him now. Closing his eyes for a moment he took a breath and felt a gentle heat spread over his head. It only lasted a moment before it faded. When he opened his eyes again he brought his hand up to his face and felt the slightly heated metal of his hand touching the cool skin on his bare face. A small smile touched his lips; he was getting better at controlling it.
His red eyes looked up at Megatron who was watching him with a look that Sam couldn't quite place. For a moment the two of them looked at each other before the rough grinding of gears broke the moment.
"Lord Megatron..." Hook said. "I know that it is a relief that the boy is back with us, but he still needs rest to gain his full power back."
Megatron glared at the medic for a moment before turning back to Sam. Slowly and carefully he sat him back down on the berth. His large servo hovered over the boy for a moment before he stood back up to his full height.
"I shall return before the day is out to check on the boy." He said as he made his way to the doors of the med bay.
Sam saw him pause for a second at the door and he turned his head slightly to the side as if he wanted to say something else. After a moment he shook his head and left.
Ironhide eyed the now blackened cone with a wary optic.
"Why did it burn out so early?" He asked Ratchet.
The medic looked up from the Prime's spark and moved over to where Ironhide was standing.
"These things are unpredictable; it's why they are not meant to be used for long periods of time." He explained. "I did notice the other ones burned out faster than normal also I just hoped that this one would give more time."
"What now?" Ironhide asked.
"I am not sure..." Ratchet said truthfully, "The cone is what was keeping Optimus's spark stable with its power so low it was on the verge of shattering but now..."
"Now what?" Ironhide asked.
"It's strange but Optimus's spark seems to finally be holding on to its power." The medic answered. "It's almost as if whatever was sucking the power from him has stopped."
"That is a good thing isn't it?" Ironhide asked a little confused.
"Yes and no." Ratchet answered. "It is in the séance that his spark is starting to stabilize its self, but it is bad in the fact that we have no idea what was taking his power in the first place or what it was needed for."
"Maybe Optimus will be able to explain when he is back online..." Ironhide suggested.
"Let's hope so..." Ratchet said moving back to the Prime's side.
Again, I hope that the chapter was worth the wait. It may seem like things have begun to slow down but trust me it is going to pick back up again soon. Not to many chapters left I think so hang in there its almost over.
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Until next time...