The promised longer chapter. My brain went RAWR MUST FINISH STORY NOW while I was at work, so expect lots of updates.

Chapter 12: Hyperjump's POV

Uh-oh, I thought, as Soundwave turned to look at me. I remembered my dreams, of course, but I hadn't talked out loud.

Had I?

"Would you like to explain, Hyperjump?" my father asked with a frown. I winced.

"Uh…well…I might have been dreaming…" I muttered evasively. "Don't remember exactly."

Riella stepped forward, frowning. "Let me give you a tip, Hyperjump. You can lie to Megatron, you can lie to your father, you can even lie to Optimus. But you will never be able to lie to me. So let's try that explanation again."

I was saved from having to answer as the door opened. A rather angry-looking Autobot – one I recognized as their medic – barged in, glaring at Optimus. "Slaggit, Prime, what have I told you about taking my patients out of medbay?" Before anyone could respond, he grabbed my shoulder, firmly but not painfully. "Kid, you are coming back to your berth right now, and you're not leaving again until I clear you. Understand?"

Soundwave stepped forward as the medic started leading me out. "Wait a moment, Ratchet. My son and I still have things to discuss!"

Ratchet just pushed past him. "You can do it later. This is standard medical procedure, Soundwave." Before he could protest any further, Ratchet glared at him and added, "And don't even think about sneaking in. I have motion detectors and wrenches. Clear?"

Without waiting for an answer, he pushed me out of the room and back down the hall toward the medbay. Once we arrived, he pointed to my original berth. "Get over there, I'm going to put some things together. And stay put this time; because if you trash my medbay again, so help me, I'll sedate you for a month."

I settled back on the bed. Now that he mentioned it, I really didn't feel very good. I was already drifting off again when he came over and injected me with something. This time, there were no dreams.

I woke up to see Skystorm looking down at me. She glanced over her shoulder, then hissed, "I only have a minute. Blue's distracting the Hatchet, but it won't last long. What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't, okay?" I whispered back. "I was hallucinating!"

"Well, now you've got both my creators and my brothers mad at you!" she snapped. "And at me! Why in the Pit were you thinking…something like that? And…" She turned away for a second. "Why can't they just mind their own business?"

"You're lucky, you know," I shot back. "At least you have a family! I don't! Thanks to your family!"

Skystorm's jaw dropped, and she blinked at me. "Wh-what?"

Oops. I looked away. "Uh…not quite what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?" she hissed. "And make it quick. Ratchet's gonna be back any time."

I sighed and bit my lip. "Look, if it weren't for your brother…my mother would still be alive. Okay? Bumblebee killed my mother in the battle in Chicago. That's when I was born. So I think you should be thankful for your family while you have them!"

"I – I'm not…" Skystorm looked away with a wince. "I should go. He's on his way back. Play recharge."

Before I could say anything else, she was gone. I quickly offlined my optics again as Ratchet entered the room, and a moment later he was injecting me with another sedative.