Bee and Malaria held each other for more than needed, Malaria being clingy, and Bee not letting go.
Finally they let go of each other. Malaria wiped her optics and walked mournfully to the med bay, plucking Mikaela from Ironhide's hand. She placed her ward on her shoulder. Mikaela held on pitying the Femme.
A cloud of gloom emanated from the duo, not before shouts erupted from the med bay, door wide open.
"Stop moving!" Ratchet yelled, a clatter soon after that.
"Fuck you old man!" Famine shouted at the elder bot.
Series of crashes and items breaking caused Malaria to peek in slightly, the sight just too funny.
Her older brother was strapped down tightly against the metal slab. Ratchet worked furiously at his toughest challenge that wasn't his patient would bleed to death, no, It was holding him down long enough so he wouldn't bleed to death.
Malaria knocked on the door lightly, ducking to avoid a surgical instrument thrown her way.
"Help strap down this idiot."
Malaria rushed over there without a word and tightened the straps and strapped down the upper legs that weren't damaged. No foolish and childish expression, just a mask of a skilled Healer doing their job. She scanned his person, finding loose and out of placed circuits.
She removed his plates little by little, until all there were was his chest plates and his lower half. She worked on the little parts, while Ratchet worked on fixing his legs.
They worked in sync, one asking for one thing and getting it a nanosecond. Famine was in stasis from the sedative ratchet administered to him after he was properly strapped down. Mikaela held firmly onto Malaria's one head antenna, seeing the process being done. Malaria went to go fix his chest when a shard of shrapnel caught on her digit.
She pulled it out quickly and put it to the side, resuming her work. She found more shrapnel inside his chest chamber. A large piece dangerously close to his spark.
Malaria stopped for a second, pondering over on what to do. Her fingers were too large, and would most likely push the piece closer to the Spark. She thought long and hard on an idea that might work and succeed. She proceeded to lift her palm for Mikaela to step on, and brought her to eye level to inform her of her idea.
"But I'm not strong enough to lift it on my own." she rebutted.
"Don't worry, you'll be in my hand and I'll do the pulling." Malaria quipped, laughing slightly at the idea of Mikaela lifting it on her own.
She placed Mikaela so she would be within arm reach of the shard. Mikaela grasped it tightly as Malaria lifted her up. Soon after a while the piece started to get heavier and harder to grasp until it was a quarter there, when Malaria grasped the tip and pulled ever so gently. Ironhide proceeded to peer into to the Med bay, which earned him the door slamming into his face instead. The shrapnel came out cleanly. Ratchet finished the repairs on Famine's legs, which should heal properly now. Ratchet allowed the Autobots to enter the Med bay without harm to their persona, unlike Ironhide.
One by one, the Autobots filed in from Bumblebee to Optimus. They all Hovered over Famine, who was in stasis. Ratchet filled them in on his status.
"The damage to his legs weren't as bad as I thought, quite easy to repair them, although it would it take some time for him to heal properly, and to walk."
"Any other information on his status?" Optimus projected observing the repaired mech.
"Yes. There were large shrapnel through his chest area," Malaria stated, in a firm and serious voice, that surprised most of the Autobots "and throughout his body, ending near his lower half."
Malaria rubbed her optics lightly, the wear of the operation was getting to her. She walked out of the Med bay without a further noticed and sauntered out into the clean fresh air. She lightly placed Mikaela down and shifted to her Altmode, opening the passenger door for the human. Mikaela walked in and shut the door, seatbelt across her frame in no time. A blue light emanated from within, and a figure was in the driver's seat, obviously female.
The female was no taller than Mikaela herself, give or take an inch or two. It's hair was a glossy brown, her hair fringe curving up and then falling over her small face, that accentuated her light blue eyes. Two hair curls were placed over her ears and end to her top bust. The rest of the hair was pulled back with a red ribbon, a thick curl that ended to the middle of her back. The outfit was an intricate one-piece, mixed with reds and whites, but it shifted to a normal attire that consisted of a pink-red jacket over a tube top dress that ended to her calf, small red flats adorning her feet.
While Mikaela was studying Malaria's hologram, She started to go to a deserted cliff overlook, that was appealing to Malaria when she was snooping around with the World Wide Web.
"You know," Mikaela said, pointing to the spot they were at, "this was the same spot when Bumblebee 'broke down' to."
"Ooh, do tell about your relationship." Malaria said, hologram looking at Mikaela.
"Well, it all started with the local park. My ex, Trent, wouldn't let me ride his car, and called me his little bunny. I didn't like being called his 'little bunny'. So I started to walk back. Sam offered me a ride home in his car. I took the offer. Back then, his car was a old rusty piece of junk, no offence to Bumblebee. Well, I was in the car and then it started to sputter. We stopped here and I told Sam to pop the hood."
"Ah. So what happened during Mission City?"
"Well, we were after Sam's Great-great grandfather's glasses that had the Allspark's location. We were at Sector seven and Bumblebee was taken to there. Sam got Bee back, and the Allspark shrunk enough to carry it. The closest area was Mission city, so we headed there and then all the chaos happened."
"Ah. I asked my brother to go there actually. He said that he didn't want to go there. It was too far away. I knew he was lying. He wanted to stay for the pretty girls there."
"Figures," Mikaela huffed, "Is your brother like that?"
"Not really. Only when I'm not around. I remember this one time when he was fooling around with this one girl. She thought he was cheating with her when he hugged me. I didn't like her that much. I seem to like the girls that can hold their own, oddly enough."
"Really?"
Malaria hummed in approval, hologram looking over the view.
"Why does your brother call himself 'Jesús'?"
"He doesn't like his name that much, in hologram form. He say that it puts women off, so he chose a name that would fit. Fit his superiority complex, yes. Father liked that name, Famine. Gave him a strong name that would show strength and fear among enemies."
"Who gave you your name then?" Mikaela questioned abruptly.
"My mother, of coarse. She wanted a name that would put people off until they actually got to know me. My brother often has a Big Brother complex too, but it doesn't get annoying ."
Malaria's hologram glitched, and fizzled away, and her passenger door opened for Mikaela to get out.
Malaria shifted as the sound of metal on metal reached into her audio receptors. She sat on the ground with her legs crossed, and held out her hand for Mikaela to get on. She told her of the long journey her and her brother had, and all of the hardships that happened. Soon the sun started to fall beyond the horizon, and put Mikaela down and shifted back to the Mustang. Mikaela was going to the Passenger side when the driver side flung open. Mikaela went into the side and shut the door. She expected the car to start, but it didn't. she grabbed the keys that were on the dashboard and insert it into the ignition, the car purring like a kitten. She checked everything and slowly backed up and shifted it to drive, burning rubber to get back.
Mikaela was there in about half an hour, and stepped out, immediately joined by Famine's holoform. He proceeded to hit on her until Sam came out and shouted at him for doing that. The hologram fizzled out and a thunderous boom erupted from behind them. They looked and a pair of crimson optics were glaring down at them. Malaria was quick to think, and jumped on her brother.
They laid in a heap and tried to untangle themselves, Malaria giggling like a sparkling. Ratchet came out, disapprovingly of their actions. He went to go pick them off each other when he noticed some thing off about Malaria. His problem was responding from her right leg. He plucked her off of the mech and carried her to the Med bay. He placed her gently and lifted her leg and turned it slightly, the problem sticking out like a Decepticon in an Autobot camp.
The piece wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. It was a cylinder like shape, sticking out from the bundles of circuits that intertwined there. He slowly pulled it out, ensuring that it didn't harm her. A quick glance made Ratchet groan. She was looking all around the Med bay, not even observing the object. Her head was moving left to right, as if she was listening to music.
Ratchet didn't see or hear Famine as he crept towards the medic. He inhaled from his vent and sent a high frequency that would have a negative action to the medic.
The results were instantaneous. Ratchet collapsed on himself, the piece securely in his servo. Famine grabbed Malaria and darted from the Med bay. The sounds of a plasma cannon firing was heard, but they kept running from it and out from the base. Malaria took a quick glance be hind to look at an enraged Ironhide, a confused Bumblebee, and Optimus Prime looking at them sorely.
After running for quite awhile, She found herself submerged in darkness, the only light source was the ones from their optics, and the one that Famine was using.
"Why did you do that brother?" Malaria questioned, looking at her bother.
"I found him." he uttered, glancing around through the dark.
Malaria flashed her light on the second he said that, looking intensively. She would not fail again.
A rustle in the bushes alerted the mustang siblings. They turned off their lights and followed it until Famine jumped at it.
Famine was knocked back and tried again, failing every time. Malaria took the indirect approach and grabbed the figure from behind. It started to struggle and her light flashed on, illuminating the sparkling she was to protect by oath.
Back at the base, the Autobots were restless, especially Ironhide.
"We shouldn't have trusted those Deceptipunks so easily Optimus!"
"They must have left for a good reason Ironhide."
"Yea, to tell there other Decepticon buddies where we're at!"
"Ironhide!" Optimus yelled, reprimanding the trigger-happy mech.
"Optimus is right, they wouldn't have bailed like that for nothing, especially Malaria." Mikaela said, voicing in her input.
"Where'd you two go anyways?" Sam questioned, moderately hearing the Autobots fight and his girlfriend.
" 'Distributor cap is loose'." Mikaela said blandly, hoping that it would go through his head. Sam made a silent 'oh', nodding his head slightly.
"She told me about her time here, on Earth. She kept talking about her brother and about Cybertron, and she spoke vaguely about something about an oath that she failed. Maybe that's why they ran."
"Highly doubt it," Ironhide gruffly said, putting his two cents in, "if the little femme failed something as simple as an oath, why bother trying to fulfill it."
"Twelve Earth years we were trying to find you, you little fucker! At least give us some damn respect!"
"Why should I?! You're the cold hearted bastard that killed my mother you bitch!"
"Guys…"Malaria's voice was drowned out by the two's constant yelling.
She vented out, hoping that this day wouldn't have happened. She was relived when her oath was still alive and well, but the conflict that involves wishes she didn't.
Her oath was still a slick silver protoform, optics a pure saturated lime green. It stood only to her knee in human anatomy wise, and still was maturing. It was a small sparkling mech that ran away from them after the first year on Earth, not being able to find him until now. Two wings protruded from his spinal circuitry, still budding as was he.
"Schist, you know what you mother would have wanted." She put it softly, the two Mech's heated argument slowly died down to useless glaring.
"Like you would care." Schist muttered faintly.
A solid pinch to his neck jolted him with immense pain, Malaria's voice toned down as her optics clouded darkly as she loomed over his figure.
"Your mother entrusted your life in our hands. And what did you do? You ran off and hid yourself. You were to train and get stronger, but you ran off like a cowardly little sparkling! Your mother would have been ashamed with your actions. Rhapsody, your own mother, and you disobeyed her orders!"
Malaria picked up the fledgling and walked most of the way back to the Autobot base, no doubt have to give an explanation to them.