Wow! An update! Finally! It's been so long! I'm really glad so many people are enjoying it so far! 0.0

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Three hours. She had three hours before going to see Optimus about his final decision. She had never felt so nervous! Even during her exams, she hadn't been this nervous! And now, here she was, dressed in scrubs, with gloves that almost reached up to her shoulders, playing surgeon on a being from a distant planet. Occasionally, she looked up to watch Wheeljack or Ratchet as they worked, following the CMO's instructions or working off her own initiative. It wasn't as easy as it had first appeared. Minute ruptures or chips constantly hindered her work, and the annoying thing was she couldn't see where they were.

"Look out Lyn!" The paramedic stepped back as a spark erupted from the circuitry she had been working on.

"Thanks, Ratch. I wish I had your sensors." Ratchet smiled in spite of his built-in professionalism. Lyn cautiously peered into the chassis, waiting, almost daring the sparks to fly out at her. She sighed. Part of her wondered what possessed her to continue this highly dangerous task. She had been on the verge of giving up at least three times in the past half an hour. But her determination to finish the task was overwhelming.

"Lyn, do you want to take a break?" the engineer asked. Lyn shook her head.

"No. I said I would help, and that's what I'm doing. Hand me that welder, would you?" Ratchet smiled slightly as he continued. Her determination was almost fiery; trying to stop it resulted in getting burned. Receiving the welder, Lyn carefully fused together the two ends of the larger fuel line. One of the machines buzzed for a moment before falling back into a steady silence.

"What was that?" Lyn asked, glancing at the offending mechanism. Ratchet had stopped his work, as had Wheeljack. The mechs exchanged glances. "Guys?"

"A good sign. Keep at it; we'll soon have this mech back."

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Elsewhere, on the outskirts of the city, a sore and battered mech nursed his bruised and battered pride. Starscream glowered at the Decepticons around him. Again, the medic had escaped his clutches. Again, he had been robbed of his revenge. But not for much longer. He would go, by himself, and repay the human for harming his ego.

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It had been quite a task, but finally Lyn relinquished to the will of the two mechs. She finally took a break. She sat, watching them work. The job was almost complete, but Ratchet said that it would take at least a couple more days before they could even attempt to get the 2IC back online. Mikaela had been drafted in to help out with the more complicated engineering tasks that were too small for the mechs to reach while working on everything else. Lyn glanced at her watch. Just under two hours and she would be finding out the leader's decision. She sighed.

"Lyn, I need your help with this," Mikaela called. Lyn had only gone to the edge of the work bench, finding that it would be better in case she was needed for something. Within seconds she was by the teenager's side, holding two wires together as she repaired them.

"Almost…got it." Lyn let go off the wires as an electric blue spark shot out, striking her square in the chest. The jolt sent her stumbling back a couple of feet, enough to make her lose her footing and fall off the edge. Mikaela grabbed the older woman's arm just as the CMO sprinted round, hand outstretched, ready to catch her. Lyn looked up, grabbing the teenager's arm, hauling herself towards Mikaela. Ratchet scooped her up, placing her gently back onto the table.

"Are you alright Lyn?" he asked. Lyn nodded, a little shakily.

"A little dazed, but I'm ok. Surprisingly. I'm wondering how I'm still alive."

"The voltage wasn't high enough to do any serious damage. However, I do want to keep a close eye on you." Lyn nodded. Her heart had calmed down again after the scare. She checked her watch again. Mikaela watched as she shook her wrist and held it to her ear.

"Damn it."

"Lyn? What's up?"

"My watch has stopped. It must be a result of that shock."

"Don't worry Lyn; I'll let you know when we need to get going. Ok?" The human smiled.

"Thanks Ratch. What would I do without you?" The CMO was about to respond, thinking better of it when he realised that they still had company. They carried on with their work almost in complete silence, the quiet permeated now and again by Ratchet giving an order or the sound of an instrument. Half an hour later, Ratchet decided to call it a day.

"We'll do more later. We need energon and Lyn needs to get ready for work." They nodded, the engineer lifting the humans off the table as Ratchet covered the body with a sheet. They had done quite a bit today. Many of the fuel lines had been fixed together, the circuitry had been replaced, and the body had been almost completely repaired. What was left was the hardest part of all: - finding a way to bring him back to life. The CMO hoped that Prime held the key to that in the form of the shard he had pulled from Megatron's body. He cycled air through his intakes in a sigh as he sealed the door. Taking Lyn from the engineer, he took her to their shared quarters, turning his back so that she could change, though he couldn't help but scan her as he did. Even though she had her back to him, he still received a tantalizing glimpse of her skin.

"Sensors, Ratchet." He started a little, feeling like the youngling caught with his hand in the energon goody jar. Lyn looked over her shoulder as she pulled her shirt on, winking flirtatiously. She was done in a matter of minutes, pulling her hair into a loose bun at the back of her head, a few of the more unruly wisps of hair hanging around her face. She whistled to the mech, who turned and smiled.

"Are you ready?" he asked, sensing her nerves as he laid his hand on the berth for her to climb into.

"As I'll ever be. Best to get this over with now." He nodded, exiting the room. Entering the rec. room, they spotted the large form of the leader stood talking with his tactician. Ratchet turned his attention to the female.

"Lyn, I really need to refuel, so I'll leave you with Optimus. Ok?" She gulped and nodded shyly. "Don't worry, you'll be fine. Prime's an understanding mech. He looks pretty intimidating, given that he is the tallest here, but his spark is pure gold. You'll be alright." The calming glow of his optics affected her immediately as she relaxed.

"Ok." He walked over to the mechs, greeting them politely. Prowl nodded to the medic and the human, saying a quick but polite farewell and leaving them to it.

"Optimus sir." The red and blue mech turned to his CMO.

"Yes Ratchet? Hello once again, Lyn." She smiled sheepishly.

"I just wanted to let you know that we have very nearly finished the repairs on our fallen comrade, and we will be attempting to bring him back online soon." Optimus nodded. "And, also that I will be heading off with Lyn shortly, to take her to the Hospital."

"Ah, yes. Very well. Before you go, Lyn, I'd like to talk to you." She nodded as Ratchet placed her gently into his hand.

"I'm just getting some energon. I won't be long." Lyn nodded as she turned to the giant mech who was now holding her. Her mouth felt dry all of a sudden, worry beginning to take over. Optimus carried her from the room to his office. Ratchet watched, smiling encouragingly at Lyn, who smiled back. She was nervous, he could see from here that she was.

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Closing the door behind him, Optimus set the paramedic gently down on his desk. She waited patiently as he seated himself in front of her. She still couldn't get over how sparse the room was. She had been expecting to see decorations of honour and other such ornaments lining the walls and shelves. But, nothing. It was an ordinary office. Optimus smiled gently as he watched her scanning the room. She was very nervous. At least she'd understood the depth of her question, and the danger she could be putting them in. He coughed, as he'd heard the humans around the base do when they wanted to get someone's attention. Her head snapped round.

"Now, Lyn. You understand what you are asking, and the risks involved, don't you?" Lyn nodded once. "And you understand that to answer in the affirmative would cause problems should the information fall into other hands." She nodded again. Optimus hummed. There was a silence that fell between them, an uncomfortable one for Lyn. She fidgeted where she stood on the desk, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. He broke the silence again.

"Which is why I have made the decision that I have." She gulped, pushing her worry down. Straightening, she stood to attention, waiting for the inevitable verdict.

"We have not known you for very long, just over a month, yet I feel I can trust you. There have been many times in which you could have revealed us, and yet you haven't, seeking my permission first. It is for this reason that I have decided in the affirmative. You may reveal us to your team mates, on the understanding that they keep the secret to themselves. I will have Ratchet escort them back to the base after your shift so that we may meet them." Lyn seemed like she was about to burst. She was beaming. He had said yes! Optimus chuckled as she fought to regain her composure.

"Thank you sir. You have no idea what an honour it is." He smiled.

"Oh I believe I do." He commed his CMO, telling him that she was free to go. He watched as the CMO entered and lifted the human from his desk as if she was the most delicate and beautiful thing he had ever seen. He conversed with him in their own language, not wanting to embarrass the young lady. The CMO snapped to attention and left the office. Once the door closed, Optimus brought an image up on the computer.

"A very interesting young lady. You would like her, Elita." He sighed, turning back to the datapads on his desk.

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FINALLY! Sorry for the wait guys, I've been suffering from writer's block. I really couldn't think on how to continue the story. Well, here it is anyway! Hope you enjoyed it! Constructive criticism is welcome, but flames are not. Ratchet, put that wrench down. You too, Lyn. (Glares at them) Sorry, it appears that they don't like flames either. Apart from yours Optimus! Yours are fine!

Oh, before I forget to mention, and before people start noticing, a few chapters ago, Jazz was seen talking to the Twins over the Comlink. This was a mistake on my part. I meant Blaster, not Jazz. Any other mentions of him, apart from being repaired, are mistakes on my part. I'd only just realised these mistakes. Ok? Thanks for reading guys!