Chapter 4

Poison

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Bumblebee blinked his vision blurry confused why the medic was gawking as his pure blue eyes laid on not metal and frame but flesh and bone.

Trying to scream was a no go as he clutched his scarred neck eyes wide with fear he scrambled over to the closest reflective surface silently pointing and screaming.

Ratchet stared at the honey brown haired pale faced human in the Scouts bedroom, former not sure what to say but seeing said enough that was Bumblebee.

Upon closer inspection he noticed Bumblebee was still wearing his colors of yellow and Black stripes in the form of a bright yellow tshirt with two horizontal stripes that familiar his alt form and what appeared to be ripped up Black pants.

Most strikingly familiar was the tattooed autobot symbol just barely visible on the pale chest.

The boy couldn't be no older than 16, and as frightened as Bumblebee was.

Bee couldn't help but inspect himself in the mirror and his fingers.

All ratchet could do is gawk, at the human turned scout.-

Optimus lead the group searching the sky's for the unidentified flying objects, Arcee voiced her concern, of not seeing anything or sensing any heat signatures, in the visible area, Bulkhead suddenly breaked almost making Arcee crash into his rear.

"LOOK!"

All three looked up as suddenly the sky revealed 3 invisibly cloaked Jets a familiar F-15 in the lead, nosediving towards them.

The humming of plasma blasters and a shout from Arcee had all of them diving out of the way as the jet flew back up having released some form of gas upon them blinding them all.

"Arcee Bulkhead stick together!"

"Will do!"

Flickering up he managed to dodge some sort of electrical net, he slashed through it with a familiar sword he wielded often, in battle.

Rolling out of the way he called to Arcee, the jet took a u turn and unleashed a torrent of bullets holding his arm up he shielded himself against the bullets.

Arcee's form suddenl burst through the blackened cloud in doing a wheely as she blasted the engine of one of the jets which took a sharp bank left to avoid being demolished by Bulkheads wrecking ball arm.

Noticing the jets reformed there position Optimus glared at the F-15 expecting to see whom the driver was, the sudden standstill brought attention to arcee crying out to duck.

Optimus Optics widened as the jet released what looked like some sort of dart from a turret that formed below the belly of the airborne vehicle the other 2 next to it formed the same result.

"Whatever is in those darts do not get hit by them"

Thundered the Prime as Arcee returned fire trying to down the main jet.

Bulkhead let out a roar as he released the wrecking ball it sailed through the air, as the other Jets swerved to avoid, the F-15 did not see it coming as it had continued firing darts and bullets at the Prime.

Optimus protected arcee as she flanked Optimus side and blasted at the incoming Jets that had slowly retreated, with a satisfying crunch the jets engines plumed smoke as it wobbled in the air Optimus ran forward, knowing whoever inside would lead them to the reason of the attack.

Arcee cried out his name to stop but it was far too late as the pricking of a dart in his palm, had him reeling back almost dropping the jet but held firm as whatever was in its chemicals was shutting everything down within moments.

The last thing the prime would see was Arcee and Bulkhead running towards him.-

Bumblebee shook uncomfortably as Ratchet had plucked him from the bedroom floor, concerned ratchet mumbled that the day couldn't get any better than this that is until, Arcee called, and then ratchet began swearing up a storm.

Whatever had gone wrong it must have to do with Optimus because Bee felt something was wrong, he just knew.

"Bee stay here"

Ratchet set Bumblebee on the edge of his desk, Bumblebee wrung his hands as Ratchet tapped furiously at the coordinates the others were at the nervousness in his chest growing and expanding as the usually Hotheaded medic, was far too quiet.

Looking over to the sound of the groundbridge opening a quiet gasp is all Bumblebee could Muster as the unconscious form of the prime was helped through the bridge, Arcee supporting his left while Bulkhead his right.

"What in Primus happened!"

Swore Ratchet, smashing a fist too close to Bumblebee fear of being crushed entering Bumblebee's thoughts as the doctor realized what he'd done and apologized.

Suddenly all Optics landed on Bumblebee, Arcee in awe and Bulkheads Jaw dropped.

"I suppose you have some explaining as well Ratchet for now theres no time to point blame"

Arcee hotily replied as Bulkhead and her helped set the Prime upon the medical berth, fear stabbed at Bumblebee's heart as he ran over to the comatose prime, tears glistening as he jumped from the table to the primes chassis his form Miniscule against the massive leaders body.

He silently cried as he willed for the Prime to say something to wake up, Ratchet shook his head as he began hooking wires and tubes to the Prime, all the while Arcee stating and describing what had happened.

Bumblebee was numb to everything around him the usual feeling of the Primes spark he'd usually feel against his own which was no longer present, had bee curling in a ball against Optimus trying desperately to reach him in some way.

Ratchet worked vigorously trying to find what exactly was running through the Primes Energon lines and running rampid amongst his CPU and core programming systems.

Bumblebee refused to budge even when Arcee shocked as she was at the human whom seemed familiar yet not, tried moving him he'd outright clutched to the Primes metal plating in refusal eventually ratchet had told her to stop.

Bulkhead was just as well confused by the human there was something familiar for sure but he just couldn't put his servo on it.

Eventually Ratchet managed to find the Culprit a shut down protocol that overrode anything and everything within the core victims programming to remain in stasis, and later would eat away at the spark until there was nothing left but an empty shell.

Ratchet brought up a few override codes that would block the attempts with a strong firewall and Preserve the Prime and all his core files until the Poison ran its course, for now all that was needed was rest and no movements of any sort.

Ratchets optics flickered to the almost comatose boy against the Prime's chassis barely even a dot amongst the Primes massive form.

Gentle as the medic possibly could be, he brushed his finger atop the small head earning a distinctive rumble of sorts, as Bumblebee dropped off into sleep.