SP: I am at college the moment typing this up, and it is kinda weird…I feel like people are watching me for some reason (looks across the room at group of thugs holding baseball bats, and tennis rackets) Oh yeah them….I do not own transformers, regrettably, but I do own this story, so leave me alone.
Chapter 13
Barricade attempted to rub the top of his helm, and failed miserably from being bounded down. He growled at the medic in question, who had a smirk on his face plates. He twirled the wrench that was held in his servos, as he whistled a small happy tune. "You Slagger!" Barricade cursed at Ratchet, who seemed to enjoying Barricade's predicament. "Is there something wrong with your processor!?"
"No," Ratchet stated calmly, "You're lucky I just tapped you." Ratchet then put down his wrench on a nearby table as he looked at Barricade crossly, "No, you're lucky that no other Autobot has come by and tried to offline you." Barricade looked away from the medic's remark, and tried to ignore him. "If it wasn't for that human, you would have been."
Barricade offlined his optics, and tried to go back into recharge, but Ratchet pushed forward, "Do you even care if you were offlined? Because at the moment, you making a pretty pathetic excuse of actually even giving it a thought." Barricade servos balled up into a fist, and forced himself to remain silent, as Ratchet grumbled. "Pitiful, you joined the Decepticons, I even continue to beret you, and you refuse to even acknowledge any of this?" Barricade let out a vent of air, and onlined his optics, with servos still curled up.
"You Autobots are all the same, believing that you are all pleasantly good, and all take care of the Cybertronians." Barricade turned his helm toward Ratchet, who wore a confused expression, "Sad to tell you, not all Decepticons wanted to join Megatron." Ratchet's sudden surprised expression threw Barricade off for a second, but he continued, "They didn't have much of a choice. Rejects of the Autobot's didn't have much choice."
Ratchet frowned as he looked down at Barricade, "I have not or any Autobot have turned down a single Cybertronian-
"You say that," Barricade interrupted calmly, "but how could you keep tabs on every single Autobot, Cybertronian, or Decepticon." Barricade didn't need to make the statement into a question, he already knew the answer. "You can't. No matter how advance we are as a race, you can't."
Ratchet sighed, as Barricade refused to talk anymore. he turned his helm as far away from Ratchets lingering gaze, offlined his optics, and let a unsteady recharge take him.
Vay felt a chill as he entered his apartment, as he looked around the clean and spacious open rooms. Vay handed his keys back to Prowl, who proceeded to put them in his blue slacks. Prowl stepped by Vay into apartment, a curious expression placed on his face as he scanned the small living room and part bedroom for Vay, the kitchen linked to it, and a small adjacent hallway that led to three separate doors.
The clairvoyant walked in after the SIC, still annoyed about the situation as a whole. Vay closed the door behind him as Prowl made his way around the rooms, and picked up random items and looked over them. Vay sighed as he went into the kitchen, to relieve his thirst. When he entered, however, he was greeted with a small boxed packaged. The clairvoyant looked at the white label on top of the package, and an overly excited grin appeared on his face, I can't believe they actually are still gunning for me, The clairvoyant shook his head at the thought, Well I kinda was the best one they had. Vay quickly moved over by the sink, and opened up the drawer to the right of it, and pulled out a small knife.
As Vay moved back to the package, Prowl walked into the kitchen, a eye brow raised, "What are you doing?"
"I got a package from a old teacher of mine." Vay answered, as he cut off the tape that covered the opening. He put the knife aside, and ripped open the top, and his grin got larger. He reached in a pulled out a large black shirt with MMA in bold blood red color on the front. As Vay turned the shirt over, and guffawed at the site of his name on the back. Prowl, agitated, grabbed the shirt out of Vay's hand, and looked over the shirt.
"Vay 'Unstoppable' Sealo?" Prowl looked ludicrously, confused to the point on the verge of short circuiting. Vay groaned in agitation, and yanked the shirt back, and folded it on the counter.
"On our MMA Team, we each gave each other nicknames, some inappropriate, and others completely appropriate." Vay pulled out a framed picture, and a smiled slightly. " When I joined the team, I had to go against each of them, and I wasn't as bulked up as I am now." Vay turned the picture frame toward Prowl, and pointed toward a skinnier kid with a mini Mohawk hairdo. " That's me before I muscled up so much." Vay rolled his shoulders and he sighed. "They were ticked when I told them I had to quit though."
Prowl looked at Vay quizzically, "For what reason?"
Vay turned the framed photo back toward him, as he gazed at his previous classmates and teammates, "I moved here, and other personal reasons I guess you can say." Vay replied, as gently placed the photo back into the box with other items that were used during sparring and training. Vay folded back up the MMA t-shirt, and placed it into the box, and as he was about to have the box closed, a sheet of paper stuck to the inside caught his eye.
Vay pulled the sheet of plain paper, and read through it. Vay chuckled, as he placed the sheet of paper into the box, and closed it, I won't stop, I promise. Vay thought to himself, as he pushed the box to the side. Vay looked at Prowl, who seemed to be studying him, "What, captivated by my good looks or something?"
Prowl snorted as he rolled his eyes, "You sound like a very annoying Autobot that I know."
Vay smiled at the thought of someone else actually giving the SIC as much as of hard time as he was, "I would be happy to meet this guy." Prowl snorted, as he moved back into the living room. Vay sighed as he looked at the box, and part of him wondered how the box had gotten there in the first place. After a few seconds, Vay shrugged it off, and looked around the kitchen area, "Might as well began packing."
Hours past, as Vay and Prowl went through all the items he had, which was surprisingly few. Prowl was surprised to see when he opened the bedroom door, it was filled with boxes, unopened. When Prowl questioned Vay about it, he just shook his head and walked away. Majority of the time was taken up with the speed of moving the boxes from the apartment to the back of Prowl.
Vay visited the woman who let him rent the apartment in the first place, and apologized for abruptness of leaving. The elderly woman gave him a small smile and nod, as he gave her the key to the apartment. "You be careful dear, and don't let any harm come your way." She said as a farewell, and Vay gave her a small smile in return.
"I won't try to ma'am." Vay gave his last goodbye to the landlady, and went back to help Prowl finish up the last of the packing. As he entered back into the apartment, the clairvoyant froze, as Prowl was held in his hand the photo of his family, and was looking at it, longing for what was in it. Vay's anger was frozen for a moment, as pure grief was evident on the scared face of the SIC. Vay swallowed back his pride for a minute, and walked up to where Prowl was standing
"That's my sister and mother right there." Vay pointed at the two figures he spoke of, and forced himself as he move to the third figure, "And that's my father." Vay glance at the SIC, who seemed distraught. He sighed as he gently took the photo out of Prowl's hand. "I'm not an expert on losing people close to me, but I've have learned a few things though."
The SIC looked at Vay with a frown etched into his face, "What have you learned?" The clairevoyant looked down at the photo, sadly.
"That if you truly hold the one's you care about close to you, then you live for them, and for yourself." Vay looked up at the SIC, and was surprised to see his eyes closed, and tears rolling down his face. Well shit. Vay thought, guilty of causing this.
"Why?" Prowl's stressed voice asked, out to no one, as Prowl hands clutched into fists, "Why me?" Prowl lamely sat down onto the couch, as more tears spilled out of his eyes, "He, He said that once it was all over, we would go to our favorite spot, on Cybertron, and enjoyt he peace." Prowl's tear stained face winced as he clutched his heart, or spark, was. "Why can't I feel anything? Why is it just constant pain that I feel." As Prowl continued to weep, Vay moved from one foot to another, unsure what to do in this situation.
Seeing a grown man cry is hard enough, but one from an alien race? Vay shook his head as he pushed those thought back and sat down next to Prowl, and began rubbing his back in small circles. "Um…You have friends there for you." Vay used his other free hand to rub the back of his head, and groaned, I am not good at comforting people! "I don't know what to say to make you feel better, because like you said before I can't go through the same…rituials, as you all can." Vay blushed slightly at the previous conversation, but continued forward, " I can't really say we are friend either, since I'm in this situation against my will. I do however know that you do probably have some exceptional friends. All the Autobots are there by your side, and you even have the soldiers on the base to count on."
Prowl shuddered slightly, and Vay continued to rub his back in circles, "I know I doesn't seem like much now, but you will be all right. There is a reason you are here, and I bet your partner knows that." Prowl's eyes opened evermore slightly, "I might not be helping much, but I believe someone should tell you that." Vay continued to rub the SIC's back as he waited for him to stop crying.
Optimus received a ping from Ratchet to come to the medical bay, and to bring Prowl. The Prime sighed as he pushed away from the makeshift desk, and stretched out his limbs and servos. He walked out of the main hangar dedicated for the currently few Autobot's that were occupying the NEST base. The Prime stretched out his joints and servos, as he exited the hangar, and transformed into his Semi-truck form.
In only a few moments, he arrived, and a concerned Ratchet was standing outside the hangar. Optimus pulled up beside the CMO , and transformed back into his bipedal mode. Ratchet looked at the Prime, concerned evident on his faceplates. Optimus raised a servo, and placed on the medic's shoulder, "What is troubling you my old friend?" The prime asked, Ratchet, who shook his head, and looked at Prime worringly.
"Where is Prowl at, he needs to be here." Rachet said in a urgent voice, and Prime gave the medic a confused look.
"Why is that, Ratchet?" Ratchet shook his head, and Optimus exhaled out of his vents, "Well he is currently helping Vay Sealo moving out of his apartment, and into the Lennox residence."
"Oh," Ratchet grumbled, "Well get him here as soon as possible, so I can talk to him also." Optimus nodded his head, and Ratchet waved his servos toward the Medic Bay. Optimus followed the CMO into the hangar, and was surprised to see Barricade in recharge. Ratchet walked over to the Decepticon Scout, and saw that his faceplates were contorted into pain.
"What is wrong with him?" Optimus asked Ratchet, who shook his head.
"Something in sub-processor of his cycle unit. I can't really tell much else, it is Recharge cycle and what is seeing." Ratchet looked over at the taller Mech, and sighed. "That is not the reason I called you her though."
"What do you mean?" Optimus asked, curious about the medic's current mannerisms.
"Barricade mention something that not all Decepticons are not are willing to fight for there cause." Ratchet muttered, and Optimus optic's lighten up in surprise.
"Honestly!?" Optimus studied his friends faceplates, and his excited grin turned into a frown, "What is the down side?"
Ratchet remained silent for a few moments, before he faced Optimus, "He said that Autobot's were turning neutrals away from the autobots." Optimus felt shook go through his system, and processor almost gave out.
"How?"
Ratchet look sullen for a few moments, and looked up at Prime, "I do not know."
And end, yeah I know kinda sudden, but some barricade was in it so it made up….yeah it was kinda depressing but deal with it! Not to sound rude XD.
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