The concept of energon poisoning came from Dragonsketcher. I'm pretty sure you know what else I own and don't own.
Chapter 4: Hyperjump's POV
Skystorm's calmness surprised me. She seemed to have relaxed since I saw her earlier, and when she wasn't trembling in fear, she was actually…pretty.
Pretty? Yes, I had just thought that. About an Autobot. Who was on the opposite side of the war – no, not anymore. I sighed. What was I now?
I was distracted by a stab of intense pain, and tried to press my hand to my wing, but I couldn't move. Horrified, I stared at my Autobot companion. "Skystorm…"
Skystorm looked at me with alarm. "What's wrong?" Before I could respond, she had reached out to stop me from falling over. The dizziness from before had returned…worse than ever…
"Hyperjump?"
I could still see her, but the image was blurring, like I was dreaming…slaggit, what was wrong with me? What was happening?
"Hey!" Skystorm waved one hand in front of my face. "Hyperjump! Can you hear me?"
"Yeah…" I muttered, blinking in a desperate attempt to clear my vision. It failed.
She left my side for a moment, and returned a second later with something in her hand. I twitched involuntarily as pain shot through my joints, and she caught me before I fell and helped me lay down.
"Hold still, okay? It's just an energon toxicity scanner."
"Uh-huh," I responded, trying to focus as she ran it over me. Her gasp told me something wasn't good.
"Slag…slag…why this?" she muttered, dropping the scanner. "You've got energon poisoning…"
Frag it all…I groaned and struggled to activate my comlink, calling for the most familiar signal. I had to talk to him…
::Soundwave acknowledges.::
::Dad…:: I shuttered my optics as Skystorm leaned over me. I didn't want her to see how afraid I was. ::I'm sorry…if I don't make it…I hope you're okay.:: I ended the call before he could respond. I couldn't risk Skystorm picking up on what I was doing. She might think I was trying to call in an ambush.
"Hey. Hey! Stay awake!"
I opened my optics at the sound of the Autobot's voice. Her expression – still blurry, but I could see enough – was concerned. "You've got to hold on. I'm going to take you to the Autobot base."
"…No!" I protested weakly, trying to grab her wrist. I was still paralyzed. "No…"
"It'll be okay," she soothed. "I called my brother to help bring you back. It'll be fine."
I shook my head, as much as possible. "Who…"
She smiled reassuringly. "Bumblebee."
Bumblebee. The one who killed my femme creator. The one Autobot I hate.
Slag.
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