A/N
Okay, so I stopped working on it Tuesdays like I promised. My story Before just really kept me busy. I will try and keep this one on track now, though I think we're almost done. Anyway, the long awaited next chapter.
Chapter 17: Power surge
It was the oddest feeling he'd ever felt. The energy tingled in his hands first then raced up his arms. He felt them slip downward and up at the same time. The world around him slipped from full color to black and white. People faded away for only a second until their hazy outlines returned. Four red outlines before him. In one of the red figures hands held a faded blue outline. The laptop.
Prowl, peering around the dumpster, watched Perceptor intensely. None of the Autobots had witnessed the power surge, other than what the two humans had explained. This, however, was beyond imagination. It was pure energy. Pure, uncontrollable energy. Prowl sighed.
Perceptor looked back at his friends slowly. Blue outlined Prowl and Ironhide. A familiar white outlined the children who were also watching him. He groaned, feeling a slight lurch in the energy. It wanted to kick him out again. He pushed himself back into line, clenching his fists. Turning back to the Cons, he raised his arms, aiming them at the enemy.
"Oh scrap," growled Starscream.
Opening his palms, Perceptor watched was as the electrical charge jumped from his hands and hit the ground inches in front of the Cons. They all took a step back. Perceptor sighed, closing his eyes. Ironhide growled, looking over at Prowl.
"What's he waiting for?" He hissed.
"I don't know…" whispered Prowl.
"What about his laptop!" gasped Freddie.
"What?" the two Autobots hummed, looking back at the children.
"If he fries the laptop you guys can't get home!" explained Freddie.
"I'll fix that," whispered Sam, leaping forward.
"Sam!" shouted Carly.
"Kid, get back here!" howled Ironhide, grabbing for her and barely missing.
Sam dashed past Perceptor, who stood almost like a statue with eyes closed and arm stretched out. Dashing toward them, Sam made the quietest gulp. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Starscream dug for his weapon. Sam slid down, passing underneath him. She proceeded to kick him in the back of the legs as well.
"Why you little…" hissed Starscream, pulling out his gun.
Sam kicked Soundwave in the shin, allowing the communication specialist to drop the laptop. It opened up as it hit the ground. Sam snatched the computer, running behind the wall of the building. She panted lightly before screaming out to the others.
"Percy!" she called. "Fry them!"
Opening his eyes suddenly, Perceptor launched another attack of electrical charge. This time it hit the gun in Starscream's hand. The second in command howled, dropping the weapon. Sam panted, watching as each Con got zapped ever so slightly in different spots. They whimpered and ran off. She peered around the corner. Perceptor's eyes were sparkling, almost completely blue with white in the center. He lowered his hand slowly to his side. Then something chirped.
"What the-" gasped Sam, looking down at the laptop.
The computer was on and the screen was glowing. Originally blue, white lines and words began to form. They displayed a human figure beside a large machine. They images were replaced by a large circle. It spun oddly enough. Suddenly the computer began to spark. Sam dropped it from her lap so it landed on the ground.
"Ah!"
Sam stumbled to her feet, turning the corner. The field Perceptor had stepped into was sparking and glowing green. Perceptor himself had collapsed to the ground with hands over his ears. His glasses had fallen off his face. He was screaming something but ultimately wasn't understood. Prowl and Ironhide were trying to address but failing.
"What's happening!" shouted Sam.
"Don't know…" replied Ironhide.
"The two doorways are reacting but how?" Prowl groaned.
"The laptop…Sam, is the laptop working?" called Freddie.
"The screens doing weird things," answered Sam.
"Shut it off!" ordered Freddie.
Sam scrambled back to the laptop, trying to find the power off button. All the keys were in a different language. She was panicked, hearing Perceptor shouting as well as Freddie ordering her. her hands hovered over the keys but couldn't press anything. What if she hit the wrong key and hut him more?
"Sam!" called Freddie.
"Shut it, Benson!" ordered Sam.
Closing her eyes, she pressed a random key. The screams stopped, and laptop screen faded to black. Sam sighed, relaxing. She lifted it off the ground, closing the top. She returned to the others. Perceptor lay on the floor, unconscious.
"Is he okay?" gasped Carly, coming out from her hiding spot.
"He's fine," whispered Prowl, rolling the scientist over.
"Now what?" asked Sam.
"Where's Bumblebee?" questioned Freddie, joining the group.
"I'll find him," nodded Ironhide, leaving.
"I'll say again now what!" shouted Sam.
"We should find somewhere safe to hide until Perceptor wakes up," answered Prowl.
"We've used up all our good spots though," sighed Carly.
"We've got nowhere else to go," Freddie agreed.
"There has to be somewhere," groaned Prowl.
The children exchanged glances. There were two options, both left something to be desired. Freddie gulped.
"We might know a place," he whispered.