Sorry it took me so long to update, but I was at a 11 day summer camp till the 3rd, and had a party on the 4th, and yesterday I was updating a brand new story I made, about TFP Ultra Magnus.
Warning, there is a few Cybertronian cures in this chapter, courtesy of Ironhide, and an angry Ratchet at the end.
We also meet this strange femme.
Sunlight streamed through the small hospital window, lighting up the room in an early morning gleam. A silver and black femme lay on a small white berth, fingering a pendant around her neck.
"I guess it's not necessary for me to as if you're awake?" A kind voice said from the doorway.
She looked up.
Standing in the door was the young medic, Ratchet, who had been checking up on her, and would be housing until they found a more suitable place for her to stay.
She smiled. "Most likely not."
"Good, I'm sick and tired of repeating the same phrase over and over again to every patient that I have to check up on." He said, smiling.
He walked in, and like every morning, checked the instruments to which she and every other patient in the hospital were hooked up to. "Todays the day you, to some extent, get out of here." He said.
"When?" She asked, eager to get away from all the depressing white paint and smell of cleaning spray.
He shrugged. "After you get ready."
"I thought I couldn't go anywhere without your supervision..." She said, looking puzzled.
He chuckled. "You can't, that's true, but they're letting me take time off."
She nodded, but didn't say anything else.
Ratchet set his bag down on the desk by his front door and turned on the lights. The silver and black femme walked in behind him.
"Nice place." She said.
He chuckled. "Work perk."
She smiled, and looked around at the pictures hung up on the wall. "Are theses the friends you're gonna meet today?"
He nodded. "You're gonna meet them too, after all I'm not allowed to leave you alone anywhere other than the hospital."
She nodded. "Okay."
"I'm going to take a quick nap, feel free to wake me up if you need anything... Oh and, make yourself at home."
She nodded, and sat down. "Alright."
A knock sounded at the door of Ratchet's apartment.
The femme stood up, and set the bookmark in her book, a gift from one of the other medics, a femme named Dawntear.
She slipped down the hallway, to the room in which Ratchet had disappeared earlier. He was fast asleep, one arm hanging over the side of the berth.
She snorted in amusement, he look like such a dork. His face was squished against the berth, and his other arm was being used as a pillow.
She walked over at nudged him.
"Hmm...?" He said, looking up tiredly.
"You have a visitor." She said
Ratchet stood up, and stretched, before following the silver femme out the door, down the hallway and to the front door.
He opened the door to find Orion Pax casually tapping his fingers on his arm.
"Hey, Ratchet." He said.
Ratchet smiled. "Come on in Orion."
The red and blue mech walk in, nervously eying the femme.
"Hi..." He said.
She gave him a small wave. "Hello."
Ratchet shuffled his feet, and looked between the two bots. "Uh... Miss No Name meet Orion Pax. Orion Pax, meet Miss No Name."
"Miss No Name?" She asked.
Ratchet shrugged. "I was nervous."
Orion laughed, and shot Ratchet a smile. "You ready? Jazz is impatient."
Ratchet shrugged again, and looked to the femme next to him. "It seems it's time for you meet my friends."
" 'Joy."
Ratchet let out a small shriek, as he tripped over Orion's foot on the stairway down from the sidewalk into the park. With a loud crash, the young medic landed halfway down the staircase, on his back with several dents, and the attention every every Bot in sight.
"Ow." He said.
Orion laughed as he offered his friend a servo.
Ratchet rolled his optics.
"You really should be more careful." A voice said from behind them.
Prowl walked up to them, a gentle smile on his face.
Ratchet was blushing now, his faceplates heating dramatically. Behind Prowl, the others were walking up from the top of the stairs while their still unnamed femme walked down the stairs behind them.
Prowl's little sister, a blue and white femme, in the same occupation as her brother, skipped up to them.
On cybertron, one's job was chosen beforehand. Of course, she had been add to the police force.
"Hello Justice." Orion greeted.
"HI!" She said, grinning like crazy.
Ironhide walked up, Atka on the leash.
Ratchet dusted himself off, before turning to the femme.
"Um, so this is-" He was cut off by her instead.
"I don't remember my name, so I kind of don't have a name currently, but nice to meet you." She said.
Ratchet gave her a hurt look.
"I think that was for calling her Miss No Name." Orion said, between a choking laughter.
She smiled. "It was."
Together the group walked the rest of the way down the steps, and sat down on a park bench.
"So..." Prowl said, trying to start up a conversation.
Chromia, noticing that Prowl was try, but failing to open up a conversation, decided to give it a try herself. "We REALLY need to find you a name." She said, turning to the silver femme.
"I agree." Prowl said, thankful he didn't have to come up with a new conversation started.
Ironhide nodded, while Elita-One just smiled.
"How about... Storm?" Jazz asked.
Their nameless femme just shook her head.
"SUNNY!" Justice said, "It's a cool name!"
The silver femme just smiled sadly. "It is wonderful, but I don't think it fits."
"Arrow?" Ironhide asked.
Chromia whacked him in the head.
They continued to name of any name they could think of, but none seemed to stick. They had tried so many names; Banshee, Candle, Cosmosa, Dakota, Dreamweaver, Echo, Hazel Ark, Icefang, Indigo, Moonclipper, Pathfinder, Radar, Sparrow, Spirit...
Jazz groaned. "I think I'm out of names..."
Orion sighed, and looked up from his Mythology book. It had been a gift from his teacher, Alpha Trion.
"How about Solaris? That sounds like a good name." He asked.
The femme nodded. "I like it, a little fancy, but It's nice."
The small group of friends sat in a Cafe, in the middle of the park, talking, laughing and having a great time.
"And then he fires, AND MISSES THE TARGET!" Ironhide said, trying to keep himself from laughing in the middle of the sentence. "A sparkling could have hit the thing!"
Chromia grinned. "Thank Primus he didn't hurt anyone, Ratchet here would have had a lot more to do!"
"Hmm. I'm more worried about 'Hides himself up with that new cannon." Ratchet said, looking up from his Energon drink.
"You didn't bring it with you did you?" Prowl asked, looking at Ironhide nervously.
He shook his head. "Pit no, the slagging this heavy!
Jazz laughed. "Since when does that bother you?"
As the conversation continued, and group finished their Energon, preparing to head back into the park to their favorite spot, Prowl stopped, bristling with nervousness.
"Its everything okay?" Solaris asked, looking at the cop curiously.
Ironhide shrugged, and Prowl glanced around nervously. "I don't know, I have a bad feeling something's gonna happen."
Solaris blinked, before turning to Ratchet and Orion. "Is this normal?"
The two shrugged. "His cop senses probably overreacted again. Someone must have just crossed the street without looking or something." Chromia muttered.
Justice poked Ironhide, before pointing a black mech disappearing into a nearby building. "Do you know him?"
"Maybe, I didn't get a good look at him, why?" The large warrior class bot said with a raised optic ridge.
"He had a gun." She said, staring up at him.
Ironhide shrugged, I wouldn't worry too much, many of the bots in my rank are painted black, he's probably just going to do some guarding of something important, perhaps an important bot. Heck, it might even be Rocket."
Justice giggled. "I like Rocket, he's funny!"
Ironhide grinned. "He is a silly one."
Solaris smiled. "Who's Rocket?"
Ironhide chuckled. "A good friend of mine."
Prowl looked around, twitching. "I still have a bad feeling about this..." Elita-One padded him on the shoulder comfortingly.
The group finished packing up their stuff, and headed on their way.
*CRACK*
There were screams and shouts of terror, as a gun went off somewhere nearby.
Ironhide's battle processor told him that it was a large weapon, and was fired at them. It also informed him of the direction, speed and angle of the weapon.
Instinct took over, and he threw himself over Justice, who was barely even a youngling yet.
Behind him he heard Jazz let out a cry of pain.
*CRACK*
*Ping!*
A bullet ricocheted off of his thick battle armour. Behind him he saw Chromia transform her own gun, scanning the buildings for their assailant.
Prowl was yelling orders at the bystanders, calling them inside the cafe, and away from the windows.
*CRACK*
Another gun blast went off, as Ironhide rushed Justice into the cafe, where he handed her to a gray skeer, knowing that seekers were extremely protective of sparklings and younglings her age.
The whole park was in chaos, everyone was everywhere, and Prowl was having a hard time restoring order to the bots nearby. Ironhide ran back out to Chromia's side, using his larger bulk, and thicker armour to protect her from any bullets that may come their way.
Although he had brought out one of his smaller cannons, he doubted he would have to use it. he wasn't a good sniper, and he didn't even have a right weapons for such a thing anyway.
Chromia on the other hand was one of the best snipers on Cybertron, but unlike him, she didn't have frontliner armour. She was, theoretically by training, a frontliner, but did not have the armor to be officially ranked as one.
He saw Ratchet dart out of the safety of the cafe, and rush to Jazz's side. The medic grabbed Jazz by the shoulders, and drag him into the Cafe, where he began to tend to his wound.
Elita-One was organizing the bots in the cafe, sending the youngest and oldest, into the safest corners of the room, while making more room for bots rushing in.
Ironhide felt pressure on his shoulder, and knew Chromia was resting her gun arm on it, to get a steadier shot.
*CRACK* *CRACK*
Two bullets embedded themselves into the ground next to Solaris, as she sprinted into the cafe from her hiding spot behind a slim wall.
Where they intentionally trying to hit her?
*Ironhide, do you think they're trying to hit Solaris?* Chromia asked over their COMM.
Ironhide pondered for a few seconds. *Maybe, but they hit Jazz too, why do you think they're shoot at us?*
Chromia pressed closer against him, as a bullet sailed over their heads. *I have a feeling that Jazz was in the way... I have no idea why they're shooting at us...*
Ironhide felt a bullet bounce of his chest armour. His spark was beating frantically, and his prosser was runny as hyper speed.
"THERE!" Chromia shouted, as she returned fire on their mysterious attacker.
*Did you hit him?* Ironhide asked.
*I don't know. I fired right where I saw him though.* She said bitterly.
*So it is a mech?* He asked. It had to be the mech from earlier that Justice had pointed out!
Chromia fired another shot as something black moved in a window in the small building that the black transformer had walked into just minutes before.
*Most likely* She said though the comm.
*CRACK*
Before Ironhide could react, a bullet hit him, by the slimmest chance of luck, between two armour plates just below his collar, just above the sparkchamber.
Chromia gasped, and slipped out from behind him, allowing him to fall back, his head landing on her lap.
There were gasps from inside as well, and he could here Prowl and Ratchet arguing, ratchet was wanting to go out, and rescue him, but Prowl didn't want him being shot too.
At first there was only numbness where the projectile had hit him, but that didn't last long. He gripped Chromia's hand, optics flickering.
Ratchet finally won the argument, and raced out.
"IRONHIDE! Slagit you stupid piece of scrap, WHY did you put yourself in the line of fire!"
He just barely remembered Ratchet order Chromia, Prowl and another bot unknown to grab him and get him inside, before he pass out completely.
Hehehe, I love cliffhangers XD
Primus this one took long. I had some of it done before I left, but did much o it today, and a little the last 2 days before that.
