there's a million&one ways
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A/N: happy belated single's awareness day! :D and happy pressy day!
replies:
tlcoopi7,, oh, i would never forget his vainness. -smiles wickedly- without it, what fun is sunny?
autobot alythia,, anna might beat him to it, lol.
elita one,, (anna's pov) now you see what i have to put up with!
dixiegurl13,, yeah, someday i'll post a chapter without spelling errors, lol. i know what you mean. it hurts my brainz to see how perfect they make will+sarah to be, or how perfect most people make the transformer relationships to be. i'm so sorry to hear that! -huggles tightly- yeah, the teeter tooter scene is pretty much my favorite scene so far. xD
pairings: starscreamxannabelle vs. ironhidexannabelle; what a twisted little triangle of love.
disclaimer: i do not own transformers or any of them; they are rightfully copy-writed to their respectful owners.
"this is com-link, or whatever the heck it is called these days."
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Light flooded into the dark room as Ratchet opened the door. Naturally Anna groaned in protest to the bright light. Like a mortal vampire, she curled up into a tight ball, and pulled the covers over her head. Ratchet sighed as he walked into the medical bay. His blue optics scanned over the small lump on top of the human cot. "Anna," he said as he stood over her. "It's time to get up." The lack of response did not generally irritate the calm, cheerful medic, but today wasn't the usual day where he could let her sleep in the medical bay. "Annabelle, please," he stated. "I need you to leave . . . now."
She let out an exasperated groan before sitting up on her knees. Annabelle took her hands and rubbed her sore eyes to postpone leaving the room for as long as possible. "Why?" she asked meekly.
"I need the medical bay," he answered.
"Can't I stay and sleep like always?" she pleaded as she began to curl up into a ball.
"Annabelle, I need to you to keep the twins busy for me," the medic said.
"Get freakin' 'Hide to do it because I don't feel like it," Anna retorted.
Ratchet let out a deep breath. "I need 'Hide here to help me, Anna," he responded calmly. His optics looked over her tired face. "Why are your eyes red? Have you been crying Anna?"
She rolled off the cot and stood up. "No, I'm just peachy," the girl said sarcastically. Annabelle yanked the blanket out of Ratchet's grasp. She wrapped it around herself, careful not to pull out her left earphone since her right one had already fallen out during her nap. With it securely wrapped around her body, she marched out of the med bay, completely ignoring the approaching Ironhide.
The old soldier sighed as she disappeared behind the corner. He knew Annabelle would be upset at him for ruining her fun with the Decepticon, but he hadn't prepared himself for the cold shoulder treatment. Ironhide turned into the medical bay. The bright white surgical lights were turned on overhead, making it almost too bright for him to stand. "Anna's mad at me," he said, trying to make a conversation with his old friend.
Ratchet looked towards Ironhide with an unsurprised look. "Should that surprise you?" asked the medic. "You did just take away the best toy in the world."
"Ha, ha," Ironhide replied. "She should consider herself lucky that that slag was deactivated."
"Ironhide, she's a teen," he explained. "She can't think that far ahead." Ratchet's optics looked over at Jetfire as he walked in the med bay. Draped across his back was the inactive Starscream. "Oh Jetfire! Good to see you made it." Ratchet walked over towards his comrade, helping him to carry the awkwardly built Decepticon.
"He's heavier than you think he is," Jetfire responded. He lowered Starscream onto his shoulder, allowing Ratchet to help carry him by the Seeker's other shoulder. He slowly walked towards the medical table. "'Hide," he greeted neutrally with a nod.
Ironhide nodded back, without much to say. He watched as the two eggheads lowered the Seeker down on the table. "Shouldn't we place him on his ventral side?" he asked. "It's be more leveled."
"Normally I would, 'Hide," Ratchet admitted. "But for medical purposes, he'll have to be placed on his dorsal side. Besides, I don't think he can do much more damage to those wings." His optics looked over at Ironhide suspiciously.
"The twins were using him as a teeter tooter," he explained.
The medic pointed towards the fresh wound on the right wing. "I would know your mark anywhere, 'Hide," he replied.
Jetfire cleared his vocal processors, feeling a bit awkward in the conversation. "If you excuse me," he said. "I need to go recharge. Bringing him back has drained my energy."
"Of course, Jetfire," Ratchet said cheerfully. "And if you see Anna, tell her I'm sorry for booting her out."
Jetfire nodded as he began to walk out.
"And has Optimus informed Simmons, yet?" asked Ironhide.
The scientists sighed, and turned around. "Not that I'm aware of," he replied. "Seeing as I just got back."
Ironhide ignored the sour tone of Jetfire's voice. "Well if you see him, tell him to get Simmons down here," he ordered. "And tell Simmons to bring sushi."
"Why? Has Anna been crying?" the scientist asked.
The old duo nodded.
"Poor girl," he commented, shaking his head. "I'll tell him." Jetfire turned away and walked out of the room.
The medic looked towards the mess that was Starscream. "Well we better get started," Ratchet said. He grabbed a giant crowbar, and used it to pry away the loose chest armor. "Here," he said, handing Ironhide a chest plate. "Put that on the table while I remove the other pieces."
Ironhide took the piece, and put it on the table behind them. He sighed as Ratchet handed him another piece. The autobot leaned against the wall and sighed. This would be a long afternoon.
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Anna collapsed into the red, cybertronian sized bean bag chair. She let out a deep breath as her body went limp in the comfort of the squishy chair. Her eyes looked around the room, making her smile at its home sweet homeness. "Aren't you gonna clean this place up?" she asked.
"And be like my bro?" Sideswipe asked. "Hell no." The red ferrari laid down in the bean bag chair next to Anna. "Having a clean room is for prissy slags." He smiled proudly at his messy room. It the opposite of Sunstreaker's perfectly clean room. He rolled over onto his side, looking at Anna. "So what brings you to my neck of the woods?"
"Just came to chill," Anna replied, sounding exhausted.
"Oh I see how it is," he said slyly. The Autobot moved closer to Anna with a smug look on his face. "It's okay. I know how you feel about me." He watched as the human's face turned to disgust. "You don't have to make excuses to be with me," he added.
"I so do not feel - " she protested, but Sideswipe cut her off.
He placed his index finger on her lips, making her more furious. "Shhhh," he whispered. Sideswipe moved his head closer to hers. "There's no need to like that. You're secret is safe with me."
Anna took her hand and slapped him across the face; even though, she knew it wouldn't hurt him, it felt good just to slap him. "Jock," she retorted sourly. She folded her arms across her chest, and turned her back to him.
Sideswipe sighed. 'Femmes and girls alike take things too seriously sometimes,' he thought to himself. "Wanna play Halo three?" he asked, trying to get onto her good side again.
"Nah," she replied. "We played that yesterday, remember?" The teenager rolled onto her stomach, and placed her head on her folded arms. "I need to do something fun before I turn into a maniac depressant."
"Why do you let it bother you so much?" he asked bluntly. "You don't get all stressed when my bro and I fight? So why get stressed when you're parents fight?"
"Not helping," she retorted. "Besides, if I wanted to be lectured by a counselor, I would've gone to Prime."
"Bitch," he muttered.
"What'd you say?" she snapped. Anna sat up, and glared at him. "I'm not in the mood today, Sideswipe. So don't push me, or you'll end missing all four limbs."
"Sheesh," he replied. "You're just as bad as Ratchet." Sideswipe looked towards his monitor, and frowned. That damn Seeker had messed up their day's plans. "Hmm," he said, thinking of way to cheer up the moody Annabelle. "We could always pull a prank on my bro."
"Like what?" she asked, slightly curious.
"Like draw on his face with permanent while he takes a nap," he suggested with a smirk. "Or draw all over his body."
Anna looked over him skeptically. "And what makes you think I would want to draw all over your brother?" she asked harshly.
"You're right, it's stupid," he said.
"Let's do it," she replied eagerly.
"You know, you make no sense sometimes, right?" he asked.
Annabelle hopped over the chair. "Yeah, I know," she answered.
"Okay, just checking," Sideswipe stated. He got off the chair, and smiled.
With anna here. This. Would. Be. Epic.
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Jazz looked down at the calculations Optimus had sent him. All these numbers and figures reminded him of Prowl. He could picture Prowl sitting across the table from him, carefully molding the numbers into something that could prove useful in their cause to defeat the Decepticons. He could almost hear the gentle tapping of Prowl's fingers as he would think deep and hard about something. Jazz would be able to see the serious expression on his face. The thought of Prowl brought a smile to his face, but sadness to his spark. The lieutenant sighed. Even though he had spoke to Prowl this morning, it only made him feel worse afterwards; while it was great to hear Prowl's serious voice, it was nothing like hearing it in person.
He glanced down at the figures again. What would Optimus say if he put in a transfer to go back to Cybertron? He had a valid reason to go back, seeing as there had been no detection of Decepticons on Earth since Mission City, and his efforts would be put to better use reclaiming Cybertron for the Autobots. Yet he felt guilty about his real reason to go back. Jazz thought of how he would break it to Optimus. More importantly, he tried to predict how Optimus would react to his request. The lieutenant's thoughts were put on pause as the sound of laughter echoed down the corridor.
"Oh my god, I can't believe we did that," Annabelle said in between breathes. "That might just be the meanest thing I've done this year, yet."
"No, the dare you made Optimus, Jetfire, and Ironhide do is still the meanest thing you've done this year," corrected Sideswipe.
"Maybe," she replied.
Jazz got off of his chair, curious as to what this mischievous duo did this time. He stood at the doorway, looking at the two. "Wha'd you li'l bitches do this time?" he asked, smiling.
"Wassup Home-g?" Anna asked, trying to impersonate Jazz's lingo. "And wha'd we been up to?" She pointed to Sideswipe. "Me and my crew just been busy, yo? You dig?"
"Anna you fail at talking like Jazz," Sideswipe commented.
"We don't need to be hearing from you, hoe," she snapped.
Jazz chuckled. "I'm thinkin' you need more lessons in my language, dawg," he replied.
"Why even try, Jazz?" Sideswipe sneered. "She's too white to ever talk black."
"Hey, hey hey!" Anna retorted. "Don't go judging my skin color, bro. We all da the same on the da inside, dawg. So don't be hater. Haters are uncool."
"Anna, dawg, you gotta stop," Jazz said, trying to keep himself from laughing. "You dun have what it takes to talk like dis, word?"
"But I'm getting really, really good at it!" she justified. "Just stick me in the ghetto for a few years, and I'll be better at it than you, dawg!"
"You could spend your whole life there, and you've never be able to speak it," Sideswipe stated bluntly. "Just face it, and save yourself the embarrassment."
She turned towards Sideswipe as if he were crazy. "Haven't we been over this before?" she asked rhetorically. "There is no such thing as shame or embarrassment in this base."
"Anna gotta point, dawg," Jazz added.
"SIDESWIPE!!! ANNABELLE!!!"
Her face lit up with pure delight at the sound of Sunstreaker's screaming voice. "Uh oh," said Annabelle. "Time to go."
The small autobot looked towards Sideswipe with a concerned face. "Wha'd ya do to ya bro, dawg?" Jazz asked.
"You'll find out soon enough," Sideswipe answered. He placed Annabelle in his hand, and began to run.
"Bye, homie!" shouted Annabelle. She waved back at Jazz. "And be cool dawg."
Jazz watched as the two disappeared behind a wall. He turned his head, and he could see a maybe once yellow Sunstreaker come running down the hallway. In his hand was one of Ironhide's extra plasma guns. From head to toe, he was covered in fluffy Hello Kitty stickers and poor, but colorful drawings; and pink, fuzzy balls were randomly glued over his torso. By far the most notable mark was the big 'L' inscribed on his forehead. On cue, Jazz fell into a laughing fit.
"It's not funny!" screamed Sunstreaker. To his dismay, Jazz only laughed harder at him. "Where are those bitching slags?"
"I dunno bro" Jazz answered in between laughs. "Prolly far from here." He doubled over from the pain of laughing. He would never be able to look at Sunstreaker the same or take him serious after this.
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The red bot continued to run down the hallways, taking as many twists and turns as possible. "Think he'll be cool?" Sideswipe asked.
"Jazz has to be cool," Annabelle reassured. "After all, he's under the prankster oath of honor."
"That's not worth shit, Anna," he replied bluntly.
"And neither are you," she retorted.
"Is that Simmons?"
"Wha?" She turned around in his hand, and right there at the entrance of the base was the greatest person to make fun of -- Simmons. "Simmons!" she called. "Over here!"
The aged agent reluctantly turned towards the massive duo. These two were a thousand times worse than dealing with Sam Witwiky and his gang of aliens. "Hello," he muttered.
From behind a corner, emerged a monster more deadly than a pissed off Ratchet. "I GOT YOU PAINT JOB RUINING BITCHES NOW!!!" yelled Sunstreaker. He held up Ironhide's gun, and aimed it at them. "Pay back is sweet."
"Shit!" shouted Sideswipe.
"Get me down! Get me down! GET ME DOWN!" yelled Annabelle. She pushed on Sideswipe's fingers, trying to get them to unfold.
Sideswipe came to a halt, and dropped the human. "This should be fun," he said smugly. The twin transformed his left hand into a cannon similar to Bumblebee's.
Thump! Anna landed on the ground. She scrambled to her feet, afraid to face the wrath of Sunstreaker. She raced towards Simmons, and grabbed the side of his jacket. "C'mon!" she urged. "We gotta get out of here, ASAP!"
Simmons didn't need to be told to run. Even in his older age, the agent had managed to stay fit. Sure he was grayer, more wrinkled, and even more anti-social, but anyone from the Mission City Battle would still be able to recognize the pain-in-the-ass Reggie. "What the hell is going on, Annabelle?" he asked.
"It's Megatron reincarnated," she informed. Her blue eyes looked towards the white bag that he held in his left hand. "What's in the bag?"
"Sushi," he stated.
"Sweet! This way!" The girl took a sharp right, and headed down a dark hallway.
"Where are we going?" Simmons demanded.
"Ratchet's room," the girl said. "It and the med bay are the only two safe places in this base."
"Why are those two places the safest places?" he asked.
"You're nosy," she stated. Annabelle took a left into an even darker room. She came to stop before looking at Simmons. "They're the only places where the twins won't even dare go for fear of being turned into femme bots, or worse -- out dated toasters."
He came to a stop behind Anna. His chest rose up and down furiously as he tried to catch his breath. "You have a weird since of humor," the agent replied.
"I'm not being funny," Anna said. "Ratchet seriously threatened to turn them into either a femme bot or toaster -- said it depended on how merciful he was feeling." She flipped a light switch, before sitting down. "So what brings Mr. Brown Nosier to our li'l base?" Anna placed her head on her knuckles while looking at him like an innocent teenager.
"Optimus Prime reported that NBE-02 was found," he explained unenthusiastically. "And here." He handed the bag of sushi to Anna.
She eagerly took the sushi, and began to unwrapped the package. "So who is this NBE-02?" Anna asked curiously. She popped a california roll into her mouth.
"He's an F-22 fighter -"
"I know that," she interrupted. "But I mean, why is everyone making such a big deal about him?"
Simmons looked at her with unpleased look, before sighing. Kids, they were always so demanding. "He's a skilled fighter whom has taken down countless jets, and killed some of the best goddamn pilots the US Air Force had to offer. He's highly dangerous."
Anna swallowed as she nodded. "Ironhide's done worse," she commented. "Well, not on this planet."
"Interesting," Simmons said sarcastically. He let out a frustrated breath. "So where's Optimus Prime?"
The girl shrugged. "Dunno. Probably talking with Ratchet and Ironhide."
"Can you take me to them?" he asked.
"No," she stated. "I'm not gonna risk my neck getting blown off by Sunny." Anna glanced over her shoulder. "If he finds me, I'm good as dead." She turned her head towards him as he huffed. "Besides, Ratchet or Ironhide will know where to get us."
"You'd better be right," he sneered.
"I. Am. Right," she retorted back.
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Optimus waited in the Med Bay with Ratchet, Ironhide, Jetfire, and Jazz. The leader folded his arms across his chest. Simmons should have been here by now.
"Maybe the fuzz ran into trouble with the fuzz?" suggested Jazz.
"Speak plain english, Jazz," complained Ironhide. "Not all of us understand what you're saying."
"I think he means that maybe Simmons got caught in traffic, or was pulled over by a cop for speeding," translated Ratchet.
"Well, where ever he is he - " Jetfire said.
"Present!" yelled Annabelle as she ran into the room. At her side was Simmons. "Sorry for being so late, but we had to pick a path that didn't involve running into Sunny."
The lieutenant snickered as the memory of Sunny flashed through his mind. "Ya'll did a killer paint job on Sunny," Jazz commented.
"Thanks, bro," she replied.
Ironhide huffed and rolled his optics. 'Not Anna, too.'
The other human cleared his throat. His brown eyes glanced hatefully at the Decepticon laying on the medical table. Looking back at Optimus, he nodded. "Yes, we were on an adventure," he confirmed sourly. "So, I see you found him. What are you going to do with him?"
"I don't know," Optimus replied. "I've been waiting to hear the medical report form Ratchet." The classic blue eyes turned towards their medic. "Ratchet?"
Ratchet took a step forward to grab everyone's attention. "He's, at the very least, in critical danger of full system shut down," the medic explained. "His right wing is severely jumbled up on the inside. Their is also a fuel line that has been severed that leads to his engine. The left arm - " He pointed to his own arm, using it as a diagram. "Has the several fractures on the mainframe; which, as you know Ironhide, is not easy to get to to fix." He paused for a second as he let the information sink in. "His left leg has suffered severe injuries. All hydraulics in both joints are jammed. Those are all minor compared to what I first found." Ratchet looked towards Jetfire in particular. "The main circuit that supplies the spark chamber with energy has almost been severed into two pieces. His actual spark chamber has suffered damage. Those repairs are not easy, and may take years to repair." His blue optics flashed towards Jazz.
"So what's your verdict on him, Ratchet?" Optimus inquired.
"As a medical officer, I would say he is a lost cause," he replied. "It's a miracle he's even alive. From my knowledge, he should be dead."
He nodded. Optimus looked towards Jetfire. "You knew him better than any of us," he stated. "So I trust you to make the decision. You would know if there would be anything we could gain from saving him."
All eyes turned to Jetfire, but he didn't look back. He was shocked that Optimus would ask him to make such an important decision. The scientist turned his gaze towards his inactive ex-friend. "I don't know him," he stated bluntly. "But what I do know of this new Starscream, I don't think we can gain anything from him. He's too dangerous to be trusted."
"So, you think that we should just kill him?" Simmons asked.
He slowly nodded. "Yes," he answered. "He deser-"
"You can't kill him!" Annabelle interrupted. She watched as they all turned to look at her. "After all, a live man is worth more than a dead man. Just think about it. We barter him for some of our own."
"Annabelle, he's the second in command -" Ironhide started to say.
"Exactly!" she exclaimed. "He's worth a lot to them, then."
"I don't think you understand how the Decepticon rankings work," Jetfire informed. "He's worth nothing to them. It's a dog eat dog system."
"Except the Seekers," Ratchet commented. "They would do anything to have him back."
Annabelle pointed towards the medic. "See! Ratchet agrees with me!"
"Do you agree with Anna?" Jetfire asked.
Ratchet looked down at the ground as the spotlight was put on him. "I've said all I've needed to say." He lifted his head slightly, and looked at Jetfire. "I will go along with whatever your decision is."
She looked at them with a disgusted and surprised expression on her face. "But you can't kill him," Anna pleaded. "Think about. What are the chances that of all the bases and the hiding places in the world, we happen to pick the one that has this freak in it." The girl looked at them. "It's gotta be more than just pure coincidence that we found him."
"Anna -" Jetfire began.
"No! Think about it!" she explained. "You guys always talk about how Primus has plans for you guys, and how he controls your destiny. Maybe Primus intended for us to find him." The girl walked out in front of them. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend. If a Decepticon did this to him, then he may very well become an ally to us."
Ironhide chuckled. "Apparently you've never heard the stories about this Seeker's treachery," he said coldly. "He's infamous treachery is second only to that of the Fallen's. Besides, an Autobot probably did this to him."
"Then why didn't an Autobot report to either Prowl or Optimus that they encountered such a dangerous and important 'Con?" she snapped.
"Li'l dawg, you don't understand," Jazz informed. "This slag is bad news."
She crossed her arms and huffed. "None of you are thinking straight!" the girl exclaimed. "You're all talking about him like he's already dead. If you haven't forgotten, he's still alive. He could become our ally if we save him. If became our ally, then maybe the other Seekers would join him. And then, we would have some of the most elite flyers on our side. Think of how that could turn the tides in our favor!"
"Jazz, why don't you take Anna out of here," Ironhide suggested.
"You can't kick me out!" she blurted.
"I don't think you understand how serious this matter is," Simmons commented.
"Goddammit!" she growled. "No nobody listens to me anymore." Anna turned around, and stormed out of the medical bay grumbling.
With Anna gone, the other turned towards Jetifre. "So what's your decision Jetfire?" Optimus asked again.
Jetfire looked back at Optimus, meeting their leader's gaze. "For the safety of us and our cause, Starscream must not live," he said firmly.
He nodded his head. The large autobot looked at Ratchet. "Do as he says," he ordered.
"That was simple," Simmons stated no one in particular. "And a waste of my time." The agent turned around, and began to leave. "You know my number if you need me." Reggie turned to the right, and vanished behind the wall.
"I think I'll go find our li'l dawg," Jazz said. "She may need some cheering up." He watched as Optimus nodded approvingly before leaving the room.
Ironhide watched as Jazz left the room. "I think I'll take Duke home, and tell Sarah that Anna will be staying the night here."
"And I need to check the files to see if there is a recent report that deals with Starscream," Optimus said.
Jetfire and Ratchet watched as the two old comrades left the room together. "I think I should go to," the scientist said. He stopped by Ratchet placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Is this what you want?" Ratchet asked. The medic's optics looked directly at Jetfire's.
He nodded. "This is what must be done."
Ratchet released his grip, and watched as Jetfire exited the medical bay. He turned towards Starscream with a solemn face. He walked towards the Seeker, trying to force a smile on his face. The medic placed a hand on the cockpit. He sighed. "I'll always wanted to know what made you become a decepticon," he confessed. "But I guess, I'll never know now." Ratchet lifted the entire cockpit piece to expose the circuit, and pulled out his saw. "May you find peace in the Well of All Sparks, old chap." He closed his eyes since he always hated to see a spark fade away. Ratchet turned away and sighed. It was done.
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Anna laid on her bed in the darkness. Hours had passed, but the anger still bubbled beneath her skin. She tossed onto her stomach, and buried her head into her pillow. 'No body freakin' listens to me anymore,' Anna thought to herself. 'Hell, they paid more attention to what I said when I was five years old.' She breathed hard into the pillow; while debating if she should scream out her frustration or beat her pillow to a pulp. Anna was distracted by a jabbing pain in her left thigh. She reached into her pocket, and pulled out the piece of metal she had found earlier. With her free hand, she turned on the table beside her bed. The girl brought the piece of ebony metal close to her face, taking in every detail. Her fingers traced over the small details that were engraved on it. It seemed so familiar to her. Anna knew she had seen it somewhere, but where?
"Jazz!" she whispered loudly.
Ratchet had used a piece similar to bring back Jazz (after his body was repaired). Her blue eyes became large as she looked down at the piece of metal. 'The Allspark,' she thought. Anna smiled at the fragment. She glanced towards the clock sitting next to her lamb. '12:56 a.m. Perfect.' She shoved the fragment back into her jeans, before hopping off the bed and heading to the door. Anna glanced around the corner to make sure no 'bots were walking down the hallway. 'If no one will listen to me, then I'll show them,' she told herself.
While there was always someone up in the base, she knew that most had adjusted from a Cybertronian day to an Earth day. Well, she knew at least Sunny would be up trying to restore his perfect paint job; and 'Hide and Ratchet always recharged for an hour or two an night. She had guessed it had something to do with being an older bot, but she hadn't been able to confirm that theory.
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Annabelle walked down the hallway casually, not wanting to look conspicuous if Optimus or one of the bots found her. She kept her left hand in her pocket as she gripped the fragment tightly. She turned into the Med Bay, and immediately closed the doors the behind her via keypad. Anna flipped the switch to turn on the lights. She let out a sigh of relief. He was still on top of the medical table. She walked over to the ladder that Ratchet had installed on the side of the table, and climbed up. She looked at Starscream. He was a tattered mess from Ratchet diagnosing him. He still missed all of his chest armor, along with some of his leg armor. 'Ironhide's looked worse,' she reassured herself.
The Seeker's anatomy was shockingly different than the other Autobots'. His legs were animal-like, and his torso very triangularly shaped. Even his arms were increasingly long for his height. Annabelle walked towards chest, looking over every detail. If it hadn't been for the cockpit and F-22 wings, she would have easily mistaken him for new arrival. The more she looked over him, the more massive his height seemed to be. 'He could take on Optimus, or Jetfire,' she thought. 'Well maybe not Jetfire. . .'
She placed a hand on his body. It was cold and lacked a circuit pulse. Anna's slightly cheerful face became serious and solemn. Death was still very foreign to her. 'Spark chamber,' she thought. 'Where is your spark chamber, Mr. NBE-02?' Annabelle began to climb over the wires and metal that made up his skeleton. She stepped lightly, not wanting to cause more damage to him. She gripped the wires tightly and pulled herself onto his chest. Anna walked unsteadily towards the raised cockpit piece. The girl knelt down before the hole in his chest. She used her freehand to steady herself as she looked down at the busted spark chamber. "You've fought to hard to live to let them just choose your fate for you without your consent," she whispered. Annabelle's blue eyes looked towards the empty expression on his face. "I won't let you die. That's a promise."
She pulled out the Allspark fragment, and looked over it. 'Please work,' Annabelle pleaded. She leaned forward, and held out the piece. Miniature, blue-like lightening surged out from the fragment. Immediately, Anna dropped the piece, afraid of being electrocuted. "Shit," she muttered. Her fear level rose as she watched the cockpit piece come down. Anna backed away quickly to avoid being squished. She watched as red eyes as bright as the sun flashed open. Annabelle tripped over a wire, and fell between his legs. Despite landing on her back, she didn't feel any pain. No, she was more concerned about her safety. Her eyes grew large as the Seeker furiously pushed himself up into a sitting position. They became larger as he held up the gun-like weapon that was mounted on his forearm. Anna instinctively stood motionless, to consumed by emotion expressed on his face.
Fear.
The most violent and unpredictable of all emotions.
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A/N: sorry for the bad pop lingo. Dx i live in the middle of no where, so i never hear it. so if anyone knows pop lingo, please teach me. :D i will luv you forever!
oh, and sorry the lack of optimus. Dx i'm trying to get his personality down, as well as jetfire's. mainly deciding if i want to go with the g1 version of jetfire, or make a combo between his g1 and armada version. what do you guys think?