A/N- To my loyal reviewers, my apologies for not acknowledging you or my beautiful beta. Without either of you, I would not have this done. So, here is Chapter Nine.
Key: "Sign Language" 'Allie' "Transformer Language" 'Com Link' (me) Chapter Beginnings and Endings
Chapter Nine- Deadly Rest
Ratchet had reviewed all the readings, almost as if trying to decide what he was seeing was indeed real. Elita was also staring at them in astonishment. He watched as Emma's heartbeats began to match up Jazz's spark-beats. He watched as her heart skipped to keep up, gaining a reaction from Jazz's spark, and it just wasn't stopping as if it were like an unending cycle.
She shuddered suddenly as she began to arch up, slowly moving until her shoulders and head were touching the bed, a bow forming along her spine to her heels. Then, with spark, she hit the berth with a sudden slam of force. She shivered and Jazz's own frame twitched in response as her heart began to pick up pace, causing alarms to go off.
Ratchet immediately moved to look over her and began to work on getting her stabilized while more sparks began to run across her body, the heartbeat and the spark-beat matching in rhythm before, suddenly, she stabilized. Though Ratchet pulled back in worry was Emma began to shiver, slumping against the berth as her eyelids flickering slightly. She let out a low puff of air before Trixie suddenly came to life, flipping out of her phone alt, and scuttled over to Emma where she pushed under her creator's hand, chirping happily.
She shivered slightly, and Trixie growled at Jazz suddenly, fluttering up. Emma didn't react, her breathing becoming shallow. She was, suddenly, barely breathing and her heartbeat began to flutter like a caged bird almost, while Jazz shifted on his berth, his spark strengthening slowly. Elita stepped over to him while Ratchet began to work wildly to place Emma up on support that she otherwise wouldn't have.
She could barely breathe and her heart was weak, Emma's head turning to she stared down at Jazz.
"Emma…where's Emma?" Jazz asked softly, eyes looking around while Trixie began to chitter at Ratchet, as if it was his fault that her mother was barely alive.
"Hey! Be quiet you brat! It's not my fault that Emma is like this!" Ratchet snapped angrily and the sparkling suddenly squealed, in fear, before running over to hide under Jazz's hand for protection.
Once safe, the phone growled out at Ratchet while Jazz merely looked over in fear. "Emma? What's wrong with Emma?" he asked, his voice showing off his fear, and his concern for the form on the other berth rather obvious.
Ratchet shifted slightly and Jazz groaned before going back into recharge while Elita slowly exited. The medic remained next to her berth, one that she was seemed far too small for and, he gently brushed her arm with one of his fingers.
Emma had slipped into a deadly rest, though something…was off. His scans couldn't detect it, and the machines weren't picking it up, but he could tell something was changing. He shifted slightly and looked over at Jazz, noting that the Second in Command had fallen into recharge.
"Huh…he's actually resting. And you, you little sparkling, get out here! You are still under my care and if you stay still, you can go back to cuddling with whoever you want, so long as you don't upset anything," he stated, hand down to collect Trixie one way or another.
The young femme considered him for a moment, before reluctantly, but willingly, hopping into his hand with curses being muttered in Cybertronian that could be easily translated over into English as a slew of curse words that would make Ironhide stare in shock at the young femme.
"Where did you learn all of that?" Ratchet asked of the baby Transformer before she grumbled out the word 'Internet'.
He shook his head and began to look her over, before sighing. "Did Emma heal you?" he asked.
"Spark-sparks!" she chirped out happily, before suddenly leaping down and scuttling over to Emma to curl up against her side gently.
The small human suddenly took a soft, gasping, breathe, and Jazz twitched in his sleep, groaning softly. Ratchet looked between the two and sighed softly before he looked over Emma's readings. He shivered in fear over what he read, and he looked over at the young human.
A deadly rest, a coma: she had just slipped into it so suddenly, and he was worried. He was troubled that she wouldn't wake up…and then what would happen to Jazz? What would happen to Trixie? The little femme was so attached to her Creator that he doubted the femme would live if Emma died.
"Emma, you got to listen to me. You have to live, all right? I can only do so much… but I can't do anything if you don't want to come back. You have to, all right? I don't know what anyone here would do without you. And not because you have the All Spark in you…it's for you. Ah…why am I talking to you? You can't hear me," he muttered at her before turning back to Jazz.
He really needed to work on remembering she couldn't hear. Too bad, he hadn't remained above her longer. He might have notice her chain, that held a shard, slowly began melt into her, blue sparks jumping around her for a moment before absorbing down into her body, her heart rate increasing for a moment before dropping down to its gentle fluttering.
The next week contained a slew of visitors until Ratchet kicked them out, stating he didn't need people disturbing his patients, beyond the fact that Emma wasn't disturbed at all. She just kept breathing so softly that she barely gave a physical indication of it while her heart beat was barely there, almost dropping off the machine at times, which is the real reason why he wanted no one there.
He had even moved Jazz out, in fear that the bot, so recently revived, would just shatter under the pressure of listening to Emma's shaky being. She was slipping one minute, coming back the next, and he would rather have him being the only one to listen to this (omitting Trixie, whom he could not get rid of; she somehow always managed to return and he still wasn't sure how).
Yet, when all seemed hopeless, the sparks rushed around her body, suddenly, and her breathe began to pick up, her heartbeat strengthening before it came at rest.
Ratchet didn't even twitch, waiting for it to plummet again. Trixie began to chitter happily and rub gently against her mother's ribcage. He waited and the medic suddenly smiled. She was out of danger…for now. He still didn't know what was…off with her. He sighed softly and gently brushed her hair out of her face before going back to monitoring her vital signs.
She was getting better and that was what mattered for now.
End Chapter
A/N- And there is Chapter Nine! Yay! Sorry…anywho, to my reviewers;
Chapter Seven reviewers
girlrock250297- Yeah, he should have. See Jazz! Be careful what you wish for, you might just get it!
The Pumpkin Guardian- Aww, thank you!
hermione – yeah, those two do have the escapee thing in them
Jen- Yep, they should have stayed at the base.
Cybernetic Mango- Thank you! I feel forgiven.
Chapter Eight reviewers
BellaCordelia- aww! I feel all special.
Jen- Yep, Ironhide loves Emma in a father-daughter way.
hermione – thank you!
Akito Megumi- It has come.
American History Lover2009- Interesting? Really? Yay!
girlrock250297- what was confusing?