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The base was silent. Ratchet's lips were parted.
"Impossible." He said.
"Is it?" Asked Airachnid with a scoff. "Then how am I getting better? You know, being a doctor, that the Cybonic plague does NOT allow ANY regeneration to the infected body."
Ratchet stared at Airachnid. He sighed.
"And you didn't tell us this because?" Asked Ratchet.
"How was I supposed to know the cure would survive all these years?!" Said Airachnid with a raised tone. Annoyed at the medic.
Ratchet turned around, grabbed a syringe and grumbled. "How convenient then."
Airachnid's optics widened. Her face showed slight worry.
"W-what are you doing?" She asked when she saw the syringe.
Arcee noticed the change in Airachnid. She narrowed her optics slightly and tilted her head to the side. Just a tad.
Ratchet also noticed the change. He stared into Airachnid's optics. They were soft and uncertain again.
"I'm only going to take an energon sample to analyze it. It won't hurt." Said Ratchet in his 'Doctor' voice.
Airachnid's optics hardened again. "Well, it's not like I have a choice. Do I?"
"No..." Said Ratchet as he started removing some energon with the syringe. "...you don't."
...
The next morning Miko and Raf were waiting outside of the school. Class had just ended.
Miko was sitting on the stairs waiting for Bulkhead. Raf was leaning against the wall next to the stairs.
"Do you have any homework?" Asked Raf.
Miko shrugged. "Some history report."
"Oh." Said Raf. "I have to solve some math questions. Easy stuff."
Miko nodded.
Silence.
"So uhh. I'm thinking about getting a new laptop." Said Raf. "My old one is starting to fail. Well all laptops are supposed to fail after a few yea-"
Raf was interrupted with the sound of Miko sniffling. Small tears leaving her eyes.
"Miko?" Asked Raf worriedly. "Are you alright?"
Miko nodded No.
Raf went over to comfort her. "Listen. We'll get over this...A-All of us I mean."
Miko looked at Raf and smiled slightly.
"Hey." Someone called out.
Miko and Raf both looked over to the voice.
It was Vince.
"What is it Vince?" Asked Raf. He really didn't want to deal with him now.
Miko looked the same way.
"You two knew Darby right?" He asked.
Miko and Raf glanced at each other and nodded at Vince.
Silence.
"I heard what happened." He said with a downcast expression. "I want to give you my condolences."
Raf and Miko both raised their eye brows.
Vince saw the expressions they had. "What? I can't feel sorry for your loss?"
Raf quickly placed his hands in front of him. "Nonono its just...weird hearing that coming from you. I mean, you used to harass Jack all the time."
Vince had a sad smirk. "Yeah. I did."
"Why?" Asked Miko.
Vince still with his downcast expression placed his hands inside of his pockets and began to walk away. "It's highschool. Someone has to be the class bully I guess." He said out loud.
...
"By the All spark." Said Ratchet as he looked at Airachnid's energon Sample. "The cure is seamlessly destroying the infection."
"Of course it is." Said Airachnid. "Megatron designed it and even injected it into me personally...Well after he injected the plague into me first."
Ratchet spun around in shock. As did Arcee who was there aswell next to Optimus. She and Airachnid basically pretended that each other weren't there. But Arcee couldn't ignore what Airachnid just said.
"He did what?!" Asked Ratchet.
Airachnid continued talking.
"Ahhhhh the memories." Mused Airachnid. "Instead of having a decent normal life, I got injected with the most powerful and deadly poison ever created." She said in sarcastic happiness.
Arcee looked at Airachnid with wide optics.
Airachnid noticed her. "The Frag are you looking at?" Asked Airachnid. In more of a statement than a question.
She then grinned. "Haven't seen a freak before?"
Arcee blinked and scoffed before returning her attention to Optimus.
Airachnid then put her attention back to Ratchet.
"You should know what the Decepticons do. I don't know how that is such a surprise to you."
Ratchet turned around and stared at the screen in front of him.
"It isnt a surprise." Said Ratchet. "It's just another reason dumped on the massive pile of why I hate the Decepticons."
Airachnid didn't respond. She instead looked over to Optimus.
He was sleeping. Or at least trying to. His faceplates showed pain.
Normaly Airachnid would enjoy seeing someone, especially the leader of the Autobots in pain. But now she showed no emotion. She felt depressed for whatever reason.
Airachnid suddenly felt a small prick on her neck. Before she could respond she collapsed back on her berth.
Ratchet looked over her with an empty syringe. Arcee looked at Ratchet with an optic brow raised.
"I needed to sedate her." He said. "We need to do an Energon transfusion in order to save Optimus."
"Transfusion?" Asked Arcee.
"Indeed. We need to give Optimus 50% of Airachnid's energon in order for him to heal at an appropriate rate. Airachnid will receive 50% of Optimus's energon in return."
Arcee gave a slight disgusted look at the fact that Optimus had to have that monster's energon inside of him. But if that's what had to be done to save him than so be it.
Some beeping was heard and Bumblebee and Bulkhead soon drove in the base with Raf and Miko.
Miko stepped out and Bulkhead transformed next to her.
"What do you want to do today Miko? Bash the dunes? Watch the monster truck rally?" Asked Bulkhead.
Miko looked at Bulkhead with a smile. "Naw Bulk. I think I'll just do my homework."
The sound of someone spitting out their drink was soon heard. That would be Raf.
Everybody in the base looked at Miko with absolute shock.
"You what?" Asked Ratchet.
Miko saw everyone's expression and huffed. "I said that I want to do my homework. Geeez, you guys are acting weird."
Miko then plopped herself down on the couch and began taking books out of her book bag.
...
Agent Fowler drove along the suburbs of Jasper. He traced with his eyes the different numbers of the different houses as he went by.
His eyes finally caught one number in particular. The Darby household.
Fowler turned into the driveway and stepped out of the car. He adjusted his tie slightly.
The reason he was here was to check on June. That night at the hospital he said he would check on her the following day incase she needed anything.
So here he was.
Fowler walked towards the front door. He knocked.
Nothing.
He knocked again.
Nothing.
"Huh." He said.
He went towards the side of the garage and looked inside through a small window.
Her car was still there.
He made his way around the house, trying to look through each window.
Fowler scratched his head and made his way towards the front of the house again.
He knocked once more.
Nothing.
He was starting to get a bad feeling so he went to the next door neighbour's house and knocked.
A woman in her 50's answered the door.
"Hello? What can I do for you?" She asked.
"Special agent William Fowler." Said Fowler as he showed her his badge. "Has Mrs Darby been anywhere as of late?" he asked.
The woman's face saddened slightly. "No sir. After what happened to Jack she never left the house after she arrived last night. As far as I could tell."
Fowler nodded. "I understand ma'am. Thank you for your time."
The woman nodded and shut the door.
Fowler rubbed his chin and made his way back over to the Darby household.
But then he froze in mid step as his eyes widened.
Fowler took off running towards the Darby's front door. He kicked it down and ran inside.
"Mrs Darby!? Mrs Darby!?" Called out Fowler as he checked every room.
He reached the bedroom and found June on the bed facing her nightstand. Clutching a pillow with her arms.
"Mrs Darby?" He asked.
No response.
Fowler walked over to the side of the bed and shook June slightly.
Nothing.
He then noticed her pale skin. And when he looked into her eyes...they were wide but lifeless.
"Oh no." Whispered Fowler as he checked her pulse.
There was no pulse.
Fowler shook his head and rubbed his eyes. "Why does this have to happen?" He said out loud.
He looked at June's face again.
Her lips were ever so parted but dry. Her eyes were wide like she was staring at something before she...
Fowler followed her gaze towards a small picture frame on her nightstand.
The picture had two people. One of which was holding a baby.
"Jack." Whispered Fowler.
The other person was a young woman. "June."
And the third person was a young man.
Fowler assumed that was the father.
He sighed and slowly made his way outside.
He looked up at the sky and sighed before sitting down on the front steps of the house.
He pulled out his cellphone and dialed a number.
"This is special agent William Fowler. I need an Ambulance and a forensics team at my location."