A/N Like I said in the last chapter, I would update 2 chapters. I wonder if this is too much :\ Oh well. At least all of you who are reading this get more fun! XwX
After 5 minutes of waiting and no response from either Arcee or Bulkhead, Ratchet was ready to contact them.
He was going to, but was interrupted by them coming through at that very moment. He gasped.
Optimus's expression didn't change too much, but anyone could tell he was concerned.
Bumblebee tensed and shoved the humans behind him to protect them from seeing Smokescreen like this.
Bulkhead in the end was carrying Smokescreen in a modified bridal style. After a bit of testing, they found it was the only way to carry him without worsening Smokescreen's wounds.
Smokescreen, however, still had that gaping hole in his stomach and his spark showing, and was dripping energon, his eyes closed.
Arcee was next to Bulkhead, with her arms crossed, but her entire forearms were stained with Smokescreen's energon, same with some of her face, and the soles of their feet were both covered, so they left wet footprints on the base's metal floors. Arcee did not look happy. Bulkhead was slightly annoyed and partly disgusted.
Smokescreen shifted slightly in his arms and moaned softly.
Bulkhead groaned, while Arcee rolled her optics.
Ratchet finally found his voice. "L…Lay him here…" He said weakly, slightly gesturing toward a raised platform.
Bulkhead gently rested Smokescreen onto it.
Bumblebee was mesmerized in what was happening that he forgot about the humans entirely. Raf, Miko, and Jack were watching it all, Miko with her hand to her mouth, Jack with eyes wide, frozen, and Raf had his jaw hanging open.
Ratchet was starting to wipe the energon off Smokescreen's metal with a cloth so he could work better. He then set on the torso wounds.
In reality, Smokescreen was aware of all this. He felt Bulkhead carrying him. He felt Ratchet working on his upper body. But he was not fully aware as one might think.
After his flashbacks that Arcee triggered by asking what happened, his systems crashed and he fell unconscious. But he could still feel. He could sense motion. But his mind was in primitive mode. He could not really think. He didn't technically have a personality. He had no awareness of self, his eyes were closed and he had no control over his motions, but he was automatically breathing, an instinct that his primitive mind had. He might as well have been sleeping. But as his injuries were repaired and energon was pumped back into his systems using a machine to insert some fresh, new energon, he regained consciousness.
One eye fluttered. He moaned and tried to sit up.
Ratchet, however, put a hand on Smokescreen's chest and pushed him back down.
Smokescreen had a couple flashbacks that were triggered by Ratchet's touch on his chest and shivered.
"Ep, ep, ep! Smokescreen, you've lost a lot of energon and you are injured. Lie down for a while and regain your strength." Ratchet said, in a slightly scolding tone. But he still made sure not to sound too harsh; Smokescreen had been missing for days, now they've just got him back. He was also still mostly a rookie.
Smokescreen was too weak and drowsy to protest anyway, though.
He sighed as energon flowed back into his systems. Smokescreen tried to open his one eye that was shut. He managed to open it, but it opened just a tiny bit.
Yet Ratchet gasped.
He could see that Smokescreen's eye was dim, and it was badly damaged and looked like it had been stabbed. It was obviously an old wound.
Smokescreen lazily looked over at his shoulder, reclosing his eye. The Decepticon's mark was still on. His expression could only be described as pained.
"…Ratchet, why didn't you change me to Autobot first before you did anything else…I don't care if I die, but I want to die as an Autobot…just…change it now…" Smokescreen muttered softly. His voice was so soft and weak, it was so sad it hurt.
Ratchet blinked. He nodded slightly and began. Smokescreen looked a bit more at peace now.
A/N ...Well? Anything for my fabulous story here? XDD Just review for me, pretty please with a virtual Arcee on top?
Arcee: Whoa, whoa, whoa, what? A virtual me?
Me: DX YOU HEARD NOTHING!
Arcee: *Looks at Ratchet, Ratchet shrugs*
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