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Lil, c'mon...

I fumed in Ratchet's alt mode with my arms crossed. Of all the stunts...of every possible situation to be in...that was one of the worst. Maybe not the worst, but it was pretty damn close to it.

Lil, Ah promise it wasn't on purpose-

I huffed before looking out the window. I knew that it wasn't on purpose, but- He could've at least predicted it. He knows how anatomy works. Hasn't he ever heard of the story about the kid who was dared to stick his tongue to the metal pole in winter?

It was bad enough before Ratchet showed up. If he didn't show up and that didn't happen, it would've been fine. I would've unfrozen Jazz, and he would've kept what happened out there a secret...Okay, maybe he would've told Prowl and Miles. But Primus knows that those two wouldn't tell a soul. It was bad enough when I realized that I was actually frozen to the gearshift, but the moment that Jazz told me that he had to call Ratchet...I thought I was going to die. Ratchet would never tell a soul, either, and he had the good grace not to laugh at the situation, but the process to actually detach from Jazz hurt like the pit. I don't know what that kid with the pole had to go through, maybe a hot poker or hot water or something, but I can guartantee that this hurt worse. He may not have been able to eat for a while, but at least he didn't have to walk like...like...Hell, I don't even know if I could walk normally. Not even for show. Its hard enough to sit down enough as it is. It's just...I placed my hands over my eyes as tears started to form. Pit, it hurts.

"Lillian," Ratchet said gently. "I'm going to give you a sedative. It will ensure that you won't be able to feel or see anything during the first stage of the healing and rejuvenation process."

I nodded before Ratchet's holoform stuck the needle in my arm.

Sleep well, Lil, Jazz whispered mentally.

I shut him out before I passed out.

~0~

A normal person would wake up from statis feeling groggy. I wake up feeling like I got the best sleep of my life and go right into question mode without even greeting Ratchet properly.

"How long have I been in stasis?"

"Three days."

"How long until I can walk?"

"Unfortunally, the best answer I can give you is that only time can tell."

I looked down at the white blanket covering my lower half. My grip tightened slightly on the white sheet. My arms worked fine, but... "How long until I can feel my legs again?"

"It's only so that you won't have to feel the pain. Once your vestibule starts to heal, I will lessen the amount of sedative input into your system."

I nodded. I understood the logic, but it scared me to not be able to feel or move my legs. If my upper body wasn't able to move, I would have a heart attack.

"How's Jazz healing?" Considering that he was all about moving with style and dancing with grace, this had to be difficult for him as well.

Ratchet hesitated in his work to look down at me. "Prowl is taking care of him in their quarters. I gave a medical order for both to be off duty."

"And Miles?"

"He's still on duty." I looked at the wall in front of me. "Do you wish to see him?"

I shook my head. "I was just wondering."

It was silent for a while before Ratchet's comlink went off. "Prowl has asked permission to visit you."

"Fine."

Ratchet stared at me before sighing and opening the medbay doors long enough for Prowl to squeeze through. Ratchet wasn't taking any chances that any bot may see any of his patients, and in my current condition, I was thankful for the security.

"How's the healing process?"

"We have successfully completed stage one and stage two. She just has to rest and let her body heal on its own before she attempts walking."

I winced mentally. Walking. Humph. I sighed. You just had to unfreeze 'the fun way', didn't you?

I see you are awake and ready for battle, Prowl said humorously.

Is she really? Miles chimed in good naturedly. Let me at her. I could put her down in two seconds.

I believe I've already been put down long enough, thank you, Miles. Though I appreciate the offer for providing an outlet for my frustration.

No prob, Lil. Tell me when she chills out, Prowl. I wanna come see her.

I will email you at that time, Prowl assured.

...You both know I can hear you, right?

What's that, Lil? I'm...the...tunnel...

I rolled my eyes at the fake static. Humph.

Prowl sat next to me and rubbed my back. Are you truly still this upset at Jazz?

Let me put it this way. If I wasn't in my current predicament, I'd kill the mech.

Surely you don't mean that.

I kept my head down. Of course I don't, I admitted silently. But...Pit...Prowl...

I know.

How?

Lillian, I have been bonded to Jazz longer than you and Miles lifetimes put together. I have been through plenty with him, good and bad, but I've been with him long enough to know that he wouldn't do something of this magnitude on purpose.

This goes past a simple prank, Prowl.

Believe me, Lillian. This wasn't a prank. He didn't-

Do it on purpose. Yeah, I know.

I heard Miles snort mentally. I huffed. What?

Nothing.

No, seriously. What?

You'll explode.

I snorted. I assure you that I can not possibly get any madder than I am right now...unless the Twins showed up. Explain what you find so amusing.

It's not your predicament, per se...

Go on.

You do realize that your previous statement is ironic, right?

I raised an eyebrow even though he couldn't see it. What statement? I see nothing humorous about-Oh for the love of-Your a moron, you know that?

That's me. Miles the moron.

"Humph." Wise guy, I thought in amusement with a small smile on my face.

Prowl leanned down to kiss my cheek. "It will be fine, Lillian. Just give it time."

Hopefully not too much time. I'll slowly go mental if I can't move my whole body.

He chuckled. Jazz is in the same predicament. He's only allowed to listen to my music selections so that he won't be tempted to do anything that will interfere with or prolong the healing process.

I winced. Ouch. Your music?

Yes. Is there anything wrong with the music I listen to?

Uh oh, Miles chuckled. I wouldn't answer that one if I were you.

Nothing's wrong with your music, Prowl. Unlike some people, I actually like your music.

I'm wounded! Miles thought dramatically.

I rolled my eyes. All I'm saying is that it's probably a notch slower than what he's used to. It serves its purpose just fine. I assume that it's better than silence.

Much better, Prowl agreed.

Nice save.

Miles, shut up.

He chuckled. Got it. Catch ya on the flip side.

I rolled my eyes when he blocked us from his mental space. I swear he and Jazz are related.

They say the same thing about us, you know.

What?

'Prowl but human and female.'

Have they lost their motherboards? I winced at the cold I was confronted with. It's an honor, believe me. To be referred to as the SIC. Not that there's anything wrong with you at all. Damn, that sounded bad. You don't-I mean, I have started pranks before. You don't pull pranks. Even if you did, I'm sure they would be much more impressive. Not that you ever would-I mean, you could-but-I highly doubt that anyone would ever know it was you even if you did because they would never expect the stonic SIC to-Not that your stonic or anything. I love your personality, it's just- I covered my burning face. Shutting up now.

Prowl tilted his head at me. Honor?

I just rambled on for how long, basically insulted you in the process, and that's all you hear?

Believe it or not, I'm used to being called stonic. It's part of being a tactician. I can never make mistakes. That's why I'm so hard on the soldiers. To remind them that there are consequences for their actions. But I've never been told that it's an honor to be identical to me or that anyone loves my personality-Besides Jazz and Miles, of course.

Of course, I replied. I'm still confused. Seriously, that's all you heard?

I picked up on the possible insults, Prowl said in amusement. Jazz told me that you ramble when nervous. I just hadn't witnessed it to this extent.

It was worse during the prank war. I removed my hand from my face. Much worse.

I know. I glanced at him. Jazz replayed the recording for me along with...a rather amusing introduction.

What introduction?

Hound Dog by Elvis Presley.

I smiled. He would. I frowned. How is he?

He would be better if you spoke with him.

Ever the tactician.

Consider the offer.

When Prowl left, I looked up at Ratchet. "Ratchet, is Blaster on duty?"

"Yes."

"Can you contact him when he is rested and off duty?" He nodded. "Great. Do you have my ipod on you?" He raised an optic ridge. "I won't blast it, honest."

"You could never blast it as loud as Jazz," he said as he handed it to me. "Just what are you doing?"

I smiled slightly. "Planning a rescue mission."