Crossing The River
Out of Control
*Poke*
"Ahhhh! Fuck!" I shouted, shooting upright and hitting my head on the roof of Jazz's altmode.
"Ouch!" Jazz exclaimed while I continued a sailor's litany of swears in pain.
Lennox rapped on the window and Jazz popped the door open.
"Is everything okay?" Lennox asked, concerned. When I didn't respond and kept swearing, Lennox lifted me out of the driver's seat and gently laid me down on the ground, calling Ratchet over when he spotted blood.
"Whisper, calm down." Ratchet said, in holoform. He pried my hands away from my head and tried his best to get a look.
"ShadowShot- MEDIC ATTENDING!" Mix bellowed at me. I locked up and stilled.
"Captain was that truly necessary?" Optimus asked, striding over.
"Yes absolutely," Mix said, crossing his arms.
"Whisper, can you tell me what happened?" Ratchet asked gently prodding my head.
"Hit her noggin on my roof and immediately curled up" Jazz said, worried.
"Whisper, I need you to talk to me," Ratchet said. Mix walked over and was stopped by Jazz's foot.
"If you're gonna shout at her again forget it," Jazz rumbled.
"Then how am I supposed to get her to comply?" Mix asked. Jazz's armor slicked and he started to rattle.
"Comply? You put compliance programming on a Sparkling?" Jazz growled.
"Programming? State of mind training, it comes in handy when a soldier is in too much pain to listen," Mix said, trying to step around Jazz.
"Put her back under her own power, now," Jazz said. Lennox thought for a second and then barked
"Whisper, as you were!"
I groaned and curled into Ratchet.
"My head fucking HURTS," I gasped, then looked at my hands and grimaced. "Does anyone have a cloth?"
Jazz dug into his subspace and grabbed a polishing cloth the size of a baby blanket. He dropped it on the ground and transformed into altmode, activating his holoform. He picked up the cloth and walked over, then kneeled next to me. He gently grabbed my arm and started cleaning my hand off while Ratchet started looking at my head to figure out how and why I was bleeding. Jazz started clicking quietly in Cybertronian while he moved up my arm. I clucked my tongue at Jazz, which got his attention.
"Hey, it's not your fault, I startled. It happens sometimes, except usually I don't have anyone to help me chill the bleeding," I said gently.
"You need a tribe who you can trust, so that you never say that again," Jazz said quietly.
"You offering?" I chuckled.
"Yes," Jazz said, looking me in the eyes. I stopped laughing and my eyes widened.
"I"
"You need someone to look after you, I need you to look after me. So yes, I'm offering,"
"What if you leave earth?"
"We make you armor and you come with us,"
"You swear you won't leave me?" I whispered, worried.
"On my spark," Jazz said…and the air got weirdly comforting and Optimus sighed.
"Witnessed," He rumbled.
"Witnessed," Ratchet murmured, super gluing the cut on my scalp. Jazz switched to the other arm, cleaning off the dry blood and removing the outer tac gear, revealing the tan shirt beneath, that only had a few drops of blood on it. Ratchet started cleaning the blood off my scalp and face as Jazz focused on cleaning andy tray blood he had missed.
"Alright, I think that's All of it," ratchet said, standing and giving me a hand up. Jazz grabbed my bloody stuff and put it in his subspace, dissolving the holoform and transforming into biped mode. He presented is hand and I climbed on. He settled me on his shoulder as the sun started to rise. About fifteen minutes after sunrise we saw a streak in the sky, and the a loud boom as Sideswipe crashed into the ground. everyone wandered over to where he was in pod form , making noise so he would register us long before we got close. Plating rattled as Sideswipe transformed to biped mode and stumbled into prime. Ratchet swore, and moved to help support the weakened bot and take scans. Swearing some more, Ratchet pulled a cube of energon out of his subspace and practically poured the energon into Sideswipes mouth. I felt Jazz stiffen beneath me, and a single of static along my arms.
"Jazz, whats wrong?" I murmured into his audio.
"Sides is starving," he growled back.
"How bad?" I whispered, worried.
"Real bad,"
"Shit,"
Optimus passed Sideswipe over to Ironhide and transformed. Ratchet and Ironhide gently laid Sideswipe on Optimus's trailer. Ironhide stepped back while ratchet kept working on him, and transformed, letting Lennox and mix back into his alt. jazz transformed around me and everyone started to line up to drive back to base.
"Jazz you okay?" I said.
"Fine," he clipped.
"Really?" I frowned.
"Wisp, not right now,"
"Okay," I murmured.
The ride back to base was tense, you could cut the air with a knife almost. When we got to base I hopped out of Jazz's alt mode and stepped back as he transformed. We followed ratchet as he and Ironhide carried Sideswipe into the medbay. We watched silently as he was hooked up to a bunch of tubes and wires, and ratchet stepped back. He and Jazz started chattering in cybertronian, going back and forth.
"Come on kid, let's go get food," l ennox said, putting his arm around me. We walked in amiable silence to the cafeteria, and got some food.
"So what was that earlier?" Lennox asked as we sat down.
"it's… kinda hard to explain… but its training. Something I've been taught to do since I was little," I said.
"That's not cool," Lennox said. I shrugged.
"Dunno, guess I'm biased," I said, eating my mashed potatoes.
"That's mind control," Lennox said.
"Depends on whose hands it's in," I sead
"I guess," Lennox said.
I finished up eating and headed of to the training room to get some work out in