AN -

Hello again everyone. This isn't the most actiony chapter, just a filler, but you need chapters like that. Thanks to all who reviewed and favorited.

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Legend -

"Talking"

~Bond Speak~

'Thoughts'

Cybertronian

::Comms::

Sunstreaker was currently residing in the medical bay alone, musing in his thoughts. So much has happened in the past couple of days. Everything seemed to have gone wrong.

It all started as a normal day, he and his brother sent on a scouting mission when a mysterious Energon signal popped up. But it all had to go to the Pit when that slagging con arrived.

They played Cat and Mouse for hours until he just disappeared. But later on that night, they found his energy signature right on top of the Energon.

At first he thought it was a joke when they arrived.

'Stupid, fragging organics.', he thought harshly.

He glanced down at his armor before grimacing at the sight. In more places then one the paint was either chipped, scratched or flaking off. All from his former battle with Barricade.

This caused him to let out a deep snarl, "Slagging con pulled a fast one and got away."

"Who got away?"

Sunny gazed to the wide door of the med-bay and saw Ratchet come in with a seeming depressed First-Aid, who looked to be on the verge of crying. Sunstreaker looked wearily at the sight.

"Don't worry about him.", Ratchet said motioning to the slump retreating form. "He just failed his latest training session, you know how fast he gets disappointed with himself."

Sunny watched as the medic moved towards him and took out a scanner and scanned his left arm, the area with the most damage. Obviously, Barricade pulled out a lucky shot and pierced something vital severing a main Energon line.

Ratchet wasn't to happy with that.

Sunstreaker rolled his optics before returning to his chaffing form.

"That stupid meat bag cost me my paintjob.", he growled scratching off some more yellow flakes.

Ratchet lifted up the damaged arm and started to inspect his handy-work. Sunny huffed in frustration before shifting out of the medics reach when he started to probe around in his inner circuitry.

Ratchet sneered at him before seizing the limb back and continued.

"Don't blame your mishap on a defenseless human child, Sunstreaker. And don't start your blabbering about your slagging paintjob."

"At least I have a descent looking paintjob.", Sunny scoffed.

The neon medic subspaced a wrenched and smacked it across the back of his helm, leaving a noticeable dent. The yellow mech started squirming to get out of the now agitated medic's reach who kept yanking him back in place on the wide berth. "Come on, Ratchet."

"Shut your whining before I weld your mouth close, . . .And stop fidgeting!", Ratchet said irritably trying to scan Sunstreaker's entire form, who kept moving.

Grudgingly, Sunstreaker stayed still long enough for the medic to finish.

With a loud beep, Ratchet looked over the results, clicking to himself in thought before he reached into the crook of Sunny's arm and tightened a few bolts before Sunstreaker pulled away, yet again. Growling loudly, Ratchet yanked the arm back to its proper place before continuing his work.

Sunstreaker started to fidget, "Your leaving smudges.", he whined.

Getting agitated, Ratchet fastened a gear way to tight causing the yellow mech to yelp out in pain. "What was that for?", Sunny cried out.

The CMO stood to his full height and began looking over a data pad, ignoring the whimpering mech. He growled when he heard loud, fast-approaching footsteps heading straight for his Med-bay.

The door burst open, startling a unaware Sunstreaker and ticking off an already mad medic.

"Ratchet! Come quick! She needs help, now!"

The grumbling medic did a quick glance over the small group. It was an out of breath Epps, Ironhide who was flanked by Prime, and Captain Lennox who was holding a limp femme.

'What did they do now.', he mused as he quickly made his way over.

Lennox presented the seemingly lifeless child up to him, but Ratchet just picked up the two and hastily deposited them on the nearest berth.

"What happened?", he inquired to no one in particular.

Epps was the first to speak up, "It was those bastards over at the science division."

"I don't know why they were chasing her but they clearly over did it. It was like they were trying to electrocute her on the spot.", Lennox chimed in, clearly distressed.

Ratchet did a quick scan on the girl, "Well she certainly has a dangerous amount of electricity coursing through her systems. She needs an outlet.", he mumbled to himself in thought.

"Ratchet, she may seem resilient, but I don't know if she can take much more.", Optimus added wearily.

"Precisely.", he noted before getting to work on the slightly twitching femme. Hooking up many medical instruments up to some consoles he brought up a picture of her nervous system, it showed the bright streams of yellow electricity coursing through her veins.

"There.", he said after a quick examination. He pointed to a spot in her hand where the flow of electricity seemed to break before restarting.

Ratchet shooed them away from the berth as he got to work, funneling out the evasive element.

Optimus stayed near Ratchet and spoke quietly between them while Ironhide took Epps and Will to the other half of the med-bay where Sunstreaker was still scratching at himself.

"You think she's going to make it?", Epps asked running a hand through his hair.

Will was looking extremely worried, "I don't know, but she sure survived a long time. No doubt she's a fighter. But the question is where'd she come from?"

Sunstreaker let out a loud snort, "If we're thinking about the same fleshy, then she came from a scouting mission. We had orders to bring her back along with the boy."

All three heads swiveled over to him, "What orders?", Ironhide questioned.

Sunstreaker briefly looked up from his work and eyed the group annoyed. "Orders were to bring back the two humans for safety reasons, and inspection."

Epps raised an eyebrow, "Inspection? What for?"

Sunstreaker glared at him before rolling his optics and went back to his paintjob. "Beats me. But when we came back we were stopped by that slagging bag of meat you call a liaison. He said that the fleshies we had were supposed to be in human care."

Will let out an audible growl, "Damn Galloway!"

Ironhide stared hard at the yellow mech in front of him, "Wait, you said there were two humans, . . .where's the other one?"

Will and Epps exchanged worried looks at the new revelation. "You don't think-", Epps started.

Lennox jumped to his feet, "Bastards! Ironhide!"

"All ready on it.", he mumbled swiping both Will and Epps before dashing out the Med-bay doors.

Ratchet and Optimus watched wide-eyed at the retreating group before slowly looking over at Sunstreaker.

"And why are you still here?", Ratchet asked.

Sunstreaker looked up before glaring at the medic. "I have better things to do then running around the base."

After a brief few seconds Ratchet let out a content sigh. Fixing a glare on his over-reactive patient, he vented, "Get out."

Sunstreaker had a look of confusion on his faceplates, "What, why?"

"You're cleared to go, so get out of my Med-bay before I give you a new reason to be in here", he said waving a wrench around menacingly.

Sunstreaker put his hands up defensively, he knew what some of those reasons could be and didn't want to find out what it feels like. Backing away slowly from the angered CMO, Sunny ran out of the Med-bay as fast as he could go.

AN -

Yeah, yeah, I know its short but I just felt guilty.

Well, I'm sorry my update was late but for some reason I have not stepped foot in my house for weeks. Passing through hotels after hotels, and now school is about to start back up I actually have time! XD Backwards right!

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