Three weeks later

Mirage for the last three weeks had spent most of his time hidding in his room, being unmerited and permanently gaining the title tratior, he avoided contact with any other Autobots, and if contact was made he submitted and took the insults and sometimes beatings, he never fought them back, knowing he could take them and badly damage them, they would just make fun of the fact he was trained by decepticons.

Mirage finally relaxed for a brief moment, was currently standing in the middle of his room, when a knock on the door came, he jumped and instantly pressed his doorwings against his back, and hesitantly went to open his door, Mirage finally took a deep breath and slid open his door, and ducked holding his arms above his helm in defence, expecting to get wailed on.

"Mirage it is alright!" the familair baritone voicesaid trying to gain the smaller cowering mechs attention.

"Optimus!" Mirage gasped running into the prime.

Optimus wrapped his arms tightly around the terrified young mech, he knew Mirage was very distant from other bots, and usually would never want a hug or protest against one, but Optimus could phisically feel the smaller bot tremble with fear and hurt.

Optimus came to check on the youngling to see if he was ok, but it was very clear to him that Mirage was a nervous wreck.

"Mirage I'm taking you to the med bay" Optimus told the terrified mech, as he escorted him down the hallway.

Mirage did not protest, knowing the prime was taking him to his adopted guardian, uncles, and sibblings, as they walked down the hallway they started to approach other autobots, the site of them caused Mirage to turn invisible, avoiding contact with any other mech, as he continued to follow Optimus closely.

Optimus sighed with pity for the young mech, as they continued to the med bay, passing all the others in the hallway.

"Mirage you do not need to hide, we've past them now" Optimus told the young mech

Mirage listened to him and reappeared, only to catch the attention of the mechs they passed.

"Traitor!"

"Hope Prime's taking you to put you down!"

"Soldiers that is enough, I don't ever want to hear that come from you again!" Optimus growled escorting Mirage into the med bay and shutting the door tightly behind.

"Mirage!" Arcee gasped running up and tightly hugging the young mech covered in dents and scratches and dried energon.

"Bastards, they're no better then the cons!" Sideswipe growled, helping Mirage onto a medical berth.

"I ought to go and beat the scrap out of all of them!" Sunstreaker hissed making a fist.

"I'm with you on that Sunny!" Sideswipe agreed.

"Twins, lets not make this situation more worse than it seems" Ratchet warned the angry twins.

"Why not, I say beat the scrap outa em boys!" Ironhide growled putting a fist into his free sevo.

"Ironhide, this why you aren't a good example!" Ratchet hissed at the idiotic weapon specialist.

"Whatever..." Ironhide scoffed folding his arms.

"Ow!" Mirage yelped as Ratchet ran a servo over his side finding a good sized deep slash wound.

"Mirage how long have you had this!?" Ratchet gasped seeing the infected wound.

"Three weeks..." Mirage answered hissing in pain as the medic cleaned the open wound.

"Mirage, this needed to be cleaned and patched up three weeks ago!" Ratchet told the young mech, as he showed the other bots the wound.

"I figured it would heal itself" Mirage whimpered and winced as Ratchet took out the infected parts.

"Well something this serious does not just simply heal, it needs to be attened to, Ironhide pass my patch kit please?" Ratchet said pointing over to a counter.

"Ok thank you, alright done, please don't provoke it" Ratchet sighed after cleaning and patching the wound.

"I won't..." Mirage sighed hopping off the medical berth and heading towards the door.

"Whoa, hey, you're not going anywhere out there alone!" Jazz said stopping Mirage from leaving the med bay.

"I'm just going to my room..." Mirage answered the grey mech who stood infront of him.

"Mirage you can't keep taking this abuse, you're greatly an easy target sitting alone in your room" Hound told the young mech.

"What am I supposed to do, stay outside and hide in the underground tunnels?" Mirage hissed in an upset tone at the green mech.

"No Mirage that is not what Hound ment, he just means you're not safe there" Ratchet corrected the young mechs thoughts.

"Well where am I supposed to stay, they're not threatening my life..." Mirage said walking back over to the group.

"Well if they keep giving you injuries like this they will be, Mirage look you're welcome to stay in the med bay, I'm constantly in here with Ironhide, Prowl, or Hound, mainly just me, and I wont bother you" Ratchet offered the exhuasted red mech.

"Sure... if you think it will help..." Mirage sighed finally giving up, sitting back on the medical berth.

"You four talk amongst eachother, we will be back in a moment" Ratchet told the young adults, as he escorted the older mechs out of the room.

"Yes Ratchet, what would you like to tell us?" Optimus was the first to ask the reason why the doctor brought them out of the room.

"Look this is taking a very heavy toll on Mirage's mental state, it's crushing his spark and energy being treated this way" Ratchet explained to the four old mechs.

"Yes we know that Ratchet, why do you think we are trying to help with that" Prowl scoffed to the medic.

"Alright never mind, we've got work to do tonight, so whatever" Ratchet sighed rolling his optics, walking back into his med bay.

"Twins, Jazz, Arcee, you have a mission in five" Optimus announced to the four trying to comfort the red young mech.

"Alright, we got to go Mirage, see you later" All four said their goodbyes before leaving the med bay with Optimus.

"Mirage, I know you don't have to, but, I advise you to get a little recharge, it would probably boost your energy a bit" Ratchet suggested to the tired looking spy.

"Sure Ratch..." Mirage sighed feeling exhuasted he took the medics advice and layed down on the medical berth.