Transformers

Title Frighteningly Trapped

Summary: He really should have paid attention to where he was and if he could get away from his attacker.

Disclaimer: Not mine!

Though Blades and Hot Spot still had wanted to know how First Aid had gotten himself lose from the berth and straps, he was still refusing to tell how he had managed it. Even when they would try bugging him through the gestalt bond that they all shared about it, he would giggle and just tell them not to worry their processors over it.

He even tentatively resumed his training with Ratchet, even the older mech was still cautious and concerned for him, Wheeljack would often help them out whenever he happened to be in the bay, so that Ratchet could train his apprentice without interruption from coming and going mechs. In the part of the cycle that he wasn't training with Ratchet, recharging, or doing training activities with his brothers; he would try to get time with the Prime and they would then fine some time to talk even though one or all of his brothers would just so happen to be nearby.

Blades, being the grumpy overprotective brother that he really was (though he wouldn't admit that) had even gone as far as to getting the Twins to guard First Aid, much to his chagrin. He didn't mind of course – seeing as the Twins didn't go out of their way to do things for the Protectobots.

And now here he was sitting with the Prime in the officers lounge chatting over some energon.

"Energon for your thoughts, First Aid?"

He looked up into the kind blue optics of the Autobot commander who was watching him with a gentle expression, which made him think that the Prime was smiling under his mask plating.

"Sir?"

The older mech kept his kind expression on his faceplate and patted his arm gently.

"I simply asked if you were alright, young one."

First Aid blinked quickly behind his visor and simply cycled air through his vents trying to formulate a response to the Prime's question.

"In all honesty sir, I've actually been quite better. I've been able to recharge more when I need to, spending my time in the cycle with Ratchet training and spending my time with my brothers, if I'm not with Ratchet – though my brothers are certainly being way overprotective for their own good now."

The larger mech nodded and he was chuckling gently, yet quietly behind his faceplate.

"So they are, I have noticed that they have also gone as far as employing Sunstreaker and Sideswipe to guard you."

"That would be Blades' doing, sir."

They both looked to the corner of the room where the Twins were standing guard at. As the two watched, Sideswipe was moving to possibly harass some of the other higher ranked officers that happened to be in the room which were Jazz, Prowl, and Ironhide currently. Jazz was now laughing outright at Sideswipe's antics while Prowl simply moved his doorwings slightly, and Ironhide growled slightly. Since the incident that had landed him completely as a patient in the bay and the incident of mistaken identity with Optimus , every Autobot that was currently stationed at the base had also become slightly overprotective of the medic in training.

Even Steeljaw or one of Blaster's cassettes had taken to checking on him much to Blaster's and Jazz's amusement though Steeljaw did take his position very seriously.

It was really odd and yet comforting too.

He turned back to look at Optimus and snickered quietly.

"Only Sunstreaker seems to be taking this seriously it seems. I don't think that he has moved a micron since we've been in here."

Optimus nodded slightly in agreement and grinned behind his facemask.

"Sideswipe has done an admirable job as well. He has been keeping our table in his sights since he moved to harass my officers."

First Aid nodded making note of that too and started to say something else when Prowl suddenly came to them.

"Sir, Blaster says that Elita One wishes to speak with you. He has directed a line to your office."

The Prime nodded gently in response, standing up and gently patted Aid's shoulder plating gently.

"We shall talk again First Aid, stay strong young one. Come Prowl."

He watched nodding in response as Optimus and Prowl left the lounge for Optimus' office. The Twins, Jazz, and Ironhide soon joined him as he drank a bit from the cube in front of him.

"Hey Aid. You doin' alright?"

He smiled a bit at Jazz's gentle tone behind his mask.

"Yeah I'm alright Jazz."

Sideswipe nearly flopped down onto the seats, earning himself a soft growl from the old Weapons Specialist. The older mech then turned his fierce attention onto the youngling, grinning slightly when Aid clicked uneasily.

"Ya look like there is something on your processor youngling."

Aid nodded slightly and clicked a bit in an attempt to form quick response. The older mechs sitting with him were slightly reminded that the Protectobots were still in that stage of growth betweent sparkling and youngling.

"I... I just really want to know why or what reasons Megatron has to come after me."

They nodded in understanding and in truth it was something that every Autobot on the base wanted to know too.

Why was Megatron going after – or at least attempting to go First Aid?

As the five Autobots continued to to chat in the officer's lounge and keep First Aid from constantly thinking about Megatron, Prowl and Prime had entered the office.

"Go ahead, Elita."

Elita One nodded slightly response, her faceplate looking grim and tired.

"Optimus Prime. We may have discovered a fraction of Megatron's plan."

Optimus Prime nodded feeling that something was not good at all, he noticed slightly out of the corner of his optic that Prowl's doorwings had drooped slightly before straightening up again.

"Go on."

"Optimus, it isn't good whatever Megatron has planned."

Meanwhile in another part of the base, Beachcomber was cleaning one of the storage units, which he was doing because he had found a datapad with orders for the work and was thinking that it was strange, when he was jumped from behind and restrained.

"Hurry up someone will notice that he is missing if he doesn't return to his post! Soundwave wants the shell to be secure this time."

He heard a soft giggle rumble like sound and tried to struggle in vain, he transmitted a data stream in complete panic to Blaster, who frowned slightly.

"No not again! Noo!"

There was some silence and Blaster blinked his optics on and off in surprise at the sudden stop of the data stream, before one of the them spoke.

"Did it work, Rengalam?"

A quiet snarl sounded in the dark room.

"It better have or Soundwave will have our plating if it didn't work."

The minibot's visor powered up softly and he raised his head up stiffly.

"What are my orders?"

There was a quiet cackle and a nervous giggle rumble.

"Megatron will be pleased."

-TBC

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