Ratchet grumbled to himself, rolling over in his berth. The Old Medic was use to the many aches and pains he had gained over the years in combat, but no amount of medicine or treatments could he give that would block out the annoying clanging sound, buzzing in his audio receptors.
Buzz.
Clang.
Shifting, Ratchet growls getting to his feet. No he was not sick or growing crazy, because it wasn't him. Someone else was making those loud sounds and he would put a stop to it.
Clang!
Bang!
Buuuuzzz!
"BULKHEAD! I TOLD YOU IF YOUR GOING TO DO THAT, DO IT-!"
Woosh!
The Medic ducks just in time, years of training for the battle field paying off.
(S-Sorry Doc!)
"I told you all not to call me Doc." Ratchet mumbles, looking up to find Bumblebee. Quickly, the younger of the two races over to help Ratchet up.
"By the pit, why are you up so early Bee?"
Helping Rachet sit, Bumblebee looks down, playing with his hands. (Hoping to get ssssome training in,) He sturreds, (Before O-Optimus gets up.)
Instantly, Ratchets face twists into worry. "He's not up yet?" Just as worried, Bee shakes his head.
(N-No.)
Tossing and turning, the Prime can do nothing as the memories haunt him in his sleep.
Shockwaves bright red eye stings in the darkness of the unlit room, his voice harsh and demanding through Optimus's audio sensors.
"The child Sir Prime. The High Lord demands you give him up."
Standing his ground, Optimus covers his cape tighter around himself, feeling Bumblebee curl up tighter against his chest. For being trapped between his father and the safety of the cape, Bee was a good Sparkling, not making a fuss or any noise. For that, Prime was grateful.
"And as you know Shockwave, I have told my Brother and your Lord many times, I never give up Bumblebee."
The light of Shockwaves eye glimmers a bit, softening between the rims.
Remorse?
Regret?
There was something in the scientists eyes that Prime could see, but it quickly faded as fast as it had formed. Optimus had to remember, Shockwave was, a mad man.
"I am sorry to have to tell you this," The Mad Man states coolly, a sharp and long fist of claws snapping out right where Shockwaves hand should be. Was his hands in fact.
Prime turns sharply, just in time so Shockwaves claws cought the back of his cape and not Bee. Pain rips through him as he hears the tearing of the fabric, hot lifeblood quickly dozing down the Primes armor.
"The child must be sacrificed!"
This time Bumblebee did start to cry. And Optimus ran.
His former battle with Megatron and Shockwaves new wound made him slow, but Optimus ran on. The sound of the Mad Man ringing out through the air, and into his dreams….
Optimus woke with a cry, quickly sitting up. His room was empty thank Primus, and no Shockwave to be seen. Breathing heavily, Optimus puts a hand to his beating spark, glad that it was still in fact, beating. Quickly, but beating.
Prime knew, he would have to discuss this with Ratchet. This was not the first time Optimus had woke from the memories of the past. The horrible and dark memories that had torn his Son from him. Sighing deeply, Optimus covers his hands to his face.
He would have to tell Bumblebee the truth.
But, unknowing to him, Optimus would never get that chance.
At that moment, Optimus herd a scream.
And he ran. Ran like he did that night, all those years ago.