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Once we reached Medbay. I was still hiccupping painfully, and my little body seemed to jump with each hiccup as Ratchet carried me. However my hiccupoing eventually subsided after three more painful hiccups. Trust me this wasn't fun. Ratchet then set me down onto a table gently, so that I was sitting up right. Next thing I know a warm damp cloth is being rubbed on my face carefully. I squeaked loudly in protest as I swatted at Ratchet's hands, and at the cloth while he is cleaning my face. I have no idea where Ratchet got the wash cloth from.
However this was embarrassing as hell! I'm soon pulled out of my thoughts, when Ratchet chuckles at my actions. Was kind of scary hearing Ratchet chuckle let alone laugh. Should I be scared for my new life, right about now? I wondered as I contined whining and trying to push the cloth away from me.
"Primus...It's been ages since I had to deal with a paient so young. I've forgotten how fussy Sparklings can be." Ratchet tells me in amusement at my attempts to push him away. I stopped to look up at him since he has this sad distant look on his face. He soon shakes himself from his memories, and focuses on his task at hand. Once he has me all cleaned up, I gave a small whimpear.
That annoying screen has popped back up in my vision informing me, that I need energon. Ratchet who heared my whimpear frowned as he began scanning me, to see what was wrong with me. After Primus knows how many scans Ratchet runs on me. He eventually seemed to be finally satisfy with the scans. I gave a loud squeaky chirp at him. I did not like these damn scans! Ratchet reaches out as he gently rubs the side of helm or head before he walks away from me.
Cybertronian Medics are kind of creepy besides intimidating as hell. I don't know if I should trust him or not. I thought silently to myself.
Ratchet finally pulls out a cube, of the lowest grade of energon that they have. However what has me concern, was the way that Ratchet looked at me. It appeared as though he was deeply troubled by something. He then walks back over to me, with the cube in his hand. Optimus finally arrived, and he was looking deeply concerned. I gave a small whine at the sight of the energon cube. I was hungry damn it, and I knew energon was food beside life for cybertronians.
"Ratchet...how is the sparkling?" Optimus asked as he approached us. Insteantly my attention is on Optimus, who just walked over. I then chirped when Optimus' finger gently rubs my helm. I hate too say this but this was comforting in some respects.
"The little femme is very low on energon...but there is something troubling about the sparkling." Ratchet said trailing off looking unsure, troubled, and deeply concerned.
"A femme?" Optimus asked in surprise as he stops rubbing the side of my helm to focus on Ratchet. I had to resist the sudden urge to smack my face with my hand when Optimus asked that.
Yes, Prime...I'm a girl. Also Ratchet was trying to tell ya something else as well. I thought bitterly. Oh right...a lot of femmes were killed because of this war. So being a femme, let alone finding one would be very rare, same about sparklings as well. I remembered from all the transformers series I watched, and read about. I wonder why I didn't remember that earlier.
"Yes Optimus...The sparkling is a femme." Ratchet said looking a bit annoyed, that he had to repeat himself about my gender.
"Ratchet, what about her creators bonds?" Optimus asked.
While trying too looking straight up at Optimus, so I could see him a lot better, I squeaked loudly as I a toppled backwards onto the table. So that I was now resting on my back. I had been sitting up just a few seconds ago. Curse having a baby's body...you have no upper body strength. Then again, this might have been, because I was in need of energon. However my loud squeak from when I had toppled backwards had caused the two mechs to look down at me.
I can't but notice they had this, 'Aww look how cute the baby is' kind of look on their faces. It was sort of annoying if you ask me.
"She doesn't have any creator bonds, what so ever Optimus...Her creators are either offline, never bonded with her or they are decepticons. As I was saying before, there is something troubling about this sparkling. I'm concerned at the lack of bonds she has on her spark. Most sparklings who never develop any sort of bonds when they grow up, usually end up being distant, uncaring, cold, and prefere being alone. Besides having trust issues, that I don't even want to get into or even think about. They usually end up being true assassins, who have no loyality towards anyone or anything, except for themselves. Meaning they can never be fully trusted, when they are older." Ratchet said frowning.
"Is there something we can do to help her, Ratchet?" Optimus asked in concern as he frowned.
"I would suggest one of us, trying to create a creator's bond with her...however bonds can't be forced not even for medical reasons...meaning the little femme, will need too choose one of us, on her terms." Ratchet said. "However the little one is need of energon...do you want too feed her Optimus?"
Optimus says nothing but the look on his face seems to speak louder than words. Since he carefully scoops me up into his arms. The sudden motion causes me squeaked in surprise, just as he cradles me close to his chest. Ratchet smiles as he hands him the cube of energon for me. My pride has already died, I might as well just give into my fate, and allow them to feed me. Once Optimus places the corner of the cube near my mouth, and tilts the cube carefully into my mouth.
I then swallowed a small amount of energon, just as Optimus lowers the cube so that I can swallow safely, without choking on any more of the energon. Almost insteantly after the stuff slid down my throat. I began to gagged on it. The way I suddenly gaged on the energon, had all optics wide in pure concern. I made a very disquested face at the cube.
Oh Primus, was this stuff terrible! I think I perfered that horrible cough syrup I was forced to take compaired to this, shit. Believe me that cough syrup was horrible, reminded me of melt marshmellos, mixed with fish oil, cherries and something else flavor wise. Augh...That shit would have tasted better then when what I just swallowed and that's saying something.
"Ratchet?" Optimus asked in concern as I continued making those gagging sounds.
"I was afraid of that...she needs a creator's energon...not the lowest form of energon. The good news is that the small amount of energon she did have, will keep her happy for a few hours." Ratchet said frowning.
Once my gagging fit was over, I was glaring at the cube. However I can't help but notice there is this strong feeling of protection radiating off Optimus that makes me feel safe and warm. The same feeling, I had felt with my own human father. Did I want Optimus Prime, leader of the autobots as a father? I wasn't sure yet. I would wait and see who I felt more comfortable with, before I decide to make a creators bond with someone or someones.
"Everyone will have to be called in here, to see who she is comfortable with..." Rtachet said sighing. More footsteps could be heard.
"Actually, we're all right here Ratchet...all of us were worried about the sparkling." Smokescreen said as they all stepped inside medbay.
"So what's the sparkling's name?" Arcee asked.
I then snuggled closer too Optimus' chest, when I saw the others move in closer too look at me. I never liked being the center of attention, so this was making me uneasy. I guess sometime during my time with Ratchet, Ultra Magnus got himself cleaned up. "The Sparkling, doesn't have a name yet, Arcee." Optimus said softly as he very carefully shifts me in his arms, so that I would be more comfortable.
"She sort of reminds me of a Praxian with that dark purple chevron on her helm." Bulkhead said slowly as he looked at me.
That's nice I'm sort of like Prowl, Bluestreak and Smokescreen from Transformers G1. So that means i'm not a seeker. Thank Primus! I thought to myself with a happy smile.
"Ya know...she does kind of look like Prowl but at the same time she also sort of looks like Jazz as well. Even though she is a a little seeker." Bumblebee said in his series of beeps, clicks, and chirps. Whatever happiness I just felt, just shattered, and crumbled right there. My optics widen in alarm and fear at this.
Wait a minute...say what now!? I wondered as my head was reeling from the sudden new information.
I hesitantly glanced at my reflection from Optimus' armor, I hadn't really paid attention to my new appearance until now. What I saw, nearly made me screamed. Starring back at me, is my new reflection. My helm sort of reminded me, of the live action movie version of Jazz, just from the way it was desighned. However in the center was the familiar chevron chrest, that the G1 universe Prowl had on his forehead, only mine was dark purple in color. You could clearly see, and tell I was a baby seeker femme due to the wings on my back. I was also right about my armor color being a bright burgundy color as well as silver.
PRIMUS! YOU TURNED ME INTO A FUCKING SEEKER! I FUCKING HATE FLYING! I screamed inside my head in near hysteria, and a full blown panic attack.
"She's a seeker sparkling. How are we going to train her?" Ultra Magnus asked suddenly.
Big mistake on his part for asking that. My optics started watering as I started whimpearing loudly, and that is when I just loose it. All the stress that I been through today, finally hit me hard. That is when I started crying as well as screaming loudly. I was now pissed off beyond reasoning, and I was also scared to death of what is too come when I get older. I kept picturing my self crashing too the ground, and then exsploding into a large ball of fire.
"Nice going commander...you made her cry!" Wheeljack said over my crying. Optimus was trying his best too get me to calm down. It was sort of funny seeing how panic stricken he looked, as I was crying as well as screaming my head off. Ratchet simply pinched the bridge of his nose.
"This is going to be a very long day..." Ratchet said sighing as I continued crying loudly.
To Be Continued...