Disclaimer: I do not own generation one Transformer characters, I own the plot, any random humans you do not recognize, and a feverent love for 18 wheeler trucks.
Summary: TF G1, Optimus Prime/Roller/OC, most of the 'Bots love having Spike and Sparkplug around, but the downside is Bee is Spike's guardian, making the other 'Bots a bit jealous, Ratchet has an idea, get the 'Bots out in public and meet people! Oh this isn't going to be good...R&R please
Chapter Two
Rolling
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Prime rolled down the road a bit, then the trailer snapped off with a painful break. Optimus himself ended up on upside down on the side of the road, but his trailer was stabbed through with steel beams and buried under a trailer, a truck, and logs.
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"Prime!"
Jazz stood in a flash, stepping around humans and cars quickly as he rushed to his leader's side, "Can you hear me Boss?"
"Y-yes...oh-oh...my aching back strut..." Prime moaned deeply, frame shuddering as Jazz rested a servo on his axle.
Jazz shoved the truck to lay on its side, sadly it was a bit rough and Prime hit the ground with a rather hard thud. Optimus transformed slowly, wincing once he stood and rubbing his back.
"Are any humans injured?"
Jazz glanced around, surveying the situation, "Nah, the runaway's driver's a bit bruised from jumpin' but other than that ya saved them Boss, you alright though?"
Prime nodded, straightening as Ratchet came into view. The authorities began to get things back under control, redirecting traffic and calling in crews to take care of the crash. The fire department was climbing over the trailers to assess the damages, the weight of one sent a few steel beams shifting, jarring Prime's trailer and setting something off with a cacophony of alarms.
Optimus yelled, clutching his chest as he collapsed to his knees, groaning in agony.
Ratchet couldn't decipher the problem until the scan of the trailer explained the noise.
"No...Prowl! Jazz! Give me hand here!"
The two police mechs did as Ratchet told, making sure the firefighters were clear of the wreckage before tearing at the gashes in the trailer to reach the noises inside.
Prime was moaning miserably, not able to responded as Huffer, Hoist, and Ironhide arrived. He only managed to look up as the pain spiked terribly, just as Ratchet lifted the battered form of a tiny scout vehicle from the trailer.
"N-no...R-roll-l-er-r..."
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Three Days Later
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Roller was repaired easily, but Ratchet was more worried of the scout's mental state, and Prime's, while as long as Prime lived, so did Roller...if the scout died Prime could be yanked out of action permanently due to the lasting effects.
The combine partners were closely intertwined, if Roller was in pain, Prime knew, but luckily it didn't go the other way around, Roller just knew if Prime was in danger.
Currently the medic was reading over Sparkplug's duty report, the human had taken to writing down everything he did to help the medic out so the ambulance could keep track of the repairs.
Ratchet was disturbed at a little after two in the morning, Optimus coming in heavy footed and blearily opticed, looking like he'd been rudely woken up from a heavy recharge. If he'd even made it that far.
"Prime? What's wrong?"
"Can't sleep."
The medic almost burst out laughing, Prime wasn't one to admit anything to anyone, let alone one night of worthless recharge, Pit they all had that issue.
"May I ask why?" Ratchet teased lightly as he stood, motioning for Prime to lay out on the medical berth as the medic started up Teletran-1. In one monitor Ratchet could see Prime's reflection, the leader was moving slowly like he was stiff and sore as he lay down, sighing softly.
The computer scans came up with absolutely no abnormalities.
"What's the matter Prime, nothing's turning up?" Ratchet asked softly as the exhausted mech yawned weakly, sitting up and leaning on the edge of the berth.
"It's Roller, he just can't maintain a recharge cycle, slips into it than jerks out of it so fast I'm sure even the ruined Battle Command Trailer can feel it." Optimus explained, a servo rubbing at his optics wearily.
Ratchet sighed, "Go get him for me, I'll see if there's a problem, but I'm afraid it's mostly a flux, and there's nothing I can medically do about it."
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Optimus returned moments later with the slowly rolling scout following him, soft whirrs making it to Ratchet's audios as the vehicle complained softly.
The medic scanned the scout, and sure enough nothing was wrong, "I'm sorry Prime, there's nothing I can do, if you'd like I'll get him a sedative for the night, maybe if he rests easier and so do you, tomorrow night will be better."
Optimus nodded, resuming his position on the medical berth while he waited.
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"Alright Prime, I'll put this right in his energon lines, Roller should be out in a few minutes and might not wake up until min morning, that's perfectly nor-"
The medic paused, his audience was unconscious. Optimus Prime, the great fearless leader of the autobots had fallen asleep in the med bay, flat on his back and even snoring slightly, or at least the cybertronian version of snoring, more like intake valves vibrating as Prime 'breathed' so deeply the vents had to shudder in exertion.
Ratchet smiled, placing Roller next to his combine partner to keep him out from under the medic's feet. The medic searched through drawers until he pulled out three thermo heat blankets, used for much smaller bots but Prime wouldn't mind and didn't seem to as Ratchet activated and spread on over his long legs, the red and blue mech sighing softly and relaxing further.
The medic turned for a second to grab another blanket, looking back to Prime and stopping at the sight.
Roller had managed to get on Prime's chest, wheels on either side of the mech's grill, fitting perfectly in the dips of the armor. Prime had unconsciously shifted a hand to rest on the scout, protecting him and keeping him warm. Ratchet smiled as he spread the last two blankets over Prime's arms and his chest, heading to his own berth to sleep.
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Ironhide keyed in his override code to the med bay at a little after nine in the morning, Sparkplug had arrived an hour ago and Ratchet still hadn't unlocked the doors, and wasn't talking.
Once inside, Ironhide had to adjust his optics to the dim light. Ratchet was sitting at Teletran-1, feet up on the console as he read over data pads. The medic nodded to Hide, motioning to keep quiet before gesturing to the medical berth.
Optimus was still out cold, breathing deeply and evenly, Ironhide chuckled softly at Roller slowly waking up, moving the scout when he beeped obnoxiously.
Ironhide gently rubbed Prime's shoulder, bringing the mech to consciousness slowly, "Mornin' Prahm, how ya doin'?"
Optimus groaned a little, blinking at the thermo blankets before easing them aside and sitting up, "Better than I was a few hours ago."
Ironhdie chuckled, "Roller seems better to."
Prime glanced down to the scout skidding backwards and forwards in a tight two foot area, energetic and bright again.
"Well that's better, sorry for taking your time Ratchet." Optimus amended standing slowly as Ratchet turned slightly.
"Oh don't worry about it, glad you got some decent recharge, come in tonight if it happens again, but personally let Roller stay near you when he recharges, I'm betting his scared of not being near you."
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Beep
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Beep
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Beep-click
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Beep-click
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Beep-click Whirr
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Beep-click Whirr Buzz, chirp click
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*sigh*
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AA-AA-AA...AA-AA-AA
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Prime sighed again before turning from his desk covered in data pads as Roller continued to blare the annoying car alarm at Prime's feet. Optimus had to chuckle, reaching down with a single finger and gently poking the red siren, laughing a bit louder when Roller beeped and quieted.
"Alright I'll take a break."
Roller seemed to whistle happily at that, buzzing off ahead of Prime and leading the way to their quarters.
The scout knew how to take care of Prime.
Knock-knock
"Come in."
At least when they were alone, the scout zipped under Prime's recharge berth, hiding from the other autobot, even if it was one of the 'calmer' ones, Prowl.
Yes, Roller was protective of Prime, but also still shy.
Tada! Wow long chapter...
