It comes to the point where I have to focus on so many things and handle it at once. Yeah... This is great but I prefer that deadlines aren't that so closely packed.

Readers: How are you guys?

I saw grammatical errors again and here is the slight changed Update...

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers.

When both of the Decepticon medic and Human femme got to the med bay, the mech had started pulling things out of nowhere which were just as unfamiliar as their new attitude towards her. Where those things came from was of no concern to her so she just kept on silently watching him.

Later on, she sighed out of boredom and let her phoenix eyes get off of the Con's still-busy body. She studied the room and hadn't expected that there would be a lot more of new equipment around along with scattered familiar ones and spare parts lying all over the place. The smell of antiseptic, burnt metals, solders and tires circled the air making her dizzy and hope that her lungs could take the irritating odor for the time being. Even if the ventilation fan was working double, she would keel over if her head started spinning along with Hook's movements.

"Little organic?" The mech called out to her in an unlikely manner making her think that maybe she was already hallucinating. There was a certain hint of fondness to his tone that she knew, shouldn't be there. The gruff and exasperated tone that she was accustomed to when she knew that he had been working long anf hard was no where to be heard.

On the other hand, for the mech, after so much time of not being able to call her that, his vocal processors couldn't help reflect what he feels seeing her where she belongs. His scanners were detecting and reporting her pulsing organic spark beats that indicated that this was no fiction. She was there and quite alive... The pure maddening silence that engulfed his Med Bay was gone making his processor clear and settle again.

His back may still be turned towards her... but no matter, the femme would glitch if she saw his expression painted on his face plates. Being jittery and a little out of character from containing his self, she would handle that, making her look at him with disbelief... but if she ever saw his emotion out right on the surface of his front... there would be only two things she would do and those two things are the things he wouldn't like to deal with right now. (Possibly because that would cause a ruckus from the fraggers who were just outside of his area) So, for now, he was stalling. He needed time to get his systems stabilized.

He cough a bit so he could try again with the same vocal frequency he always use. That seemed to relieve Shein when she answered back in her normal tone with her genuine curiosity.

"Yes Hook?" She responded with a raised eyebrow directed at him even though he can't see it right now. When the medic didn't say a word again while skipping here and there - around her – a bulb suddenly lightened above her head. Judging from the way the mech was all over the place, he would be in search for something, right?

"Uh, if you are looking for your new set of wrenches, they are at the fourth storage area where all the other tools are, Hook." She said sheepishly with a shy smile on her face when he had turned to her. That was not what he was looking for though… he had known that idea since the last time she had been here (which was 2 months ago before they had retrieved her).

"I had tidied your working area yesterday when you went out again… even though you said to 'not to'… after being hailed by the lord. I remember 'Cade coming in a little later to check up on me with Frenzy as they forced me into my daily recharge… although I don't quite remember how I got to recharge in the Trine's quarters. You know that when 'Cade is here, I stick with him." She said as a matter of fact while her brows knit together and a pose of the thinker was mimic. She felt like there was something she was forgetting…

Hook's left optic dimmed for a nanoklik on her before lighting normally again. It was a gesture like a twitch perhaps but she already knows that. Something was going on in his processors and he wouldn't tell her even if she begs. That thought made her pout but it won't faze the mech. No, not at all… Instead, he was suddenly standing in front of her in his full height as he instructed her to stay still.

She didn't know that he had turned on his neuro scanners again and used it on her for the second time to get a clearer view of the results he had gathered. The readings he got were splendid making all the effort he had put up in creating the program along with the installments/upgrades he made on his self, worth it. (Beat that humans! Hook cheered at his new tech)

The readings had reported in a clearer sense and it says that current brain activity had been restored up to 95% for the past 36 earth hours with 5% more still in question, currently unavailable or lastly, in other words, lost.

"Hook? What is it? You don't take this long when giving me checkups." Her soft voice bounced off the walls and into his audio receptors, snapping him out of his shock. Her voice held worry again as his scans reported that her blood pressure was rising, it made him come back to his self but with a dire expression.

"You just have a fever that is puzzling me since you act like you don't have one." He fluidly lied to her as he stared at her pupils and remained calm and collected... Him being a Decepticon after all, was accustomed to lying out right in the face. This was a normal thing in their faction although he hates lying to her.

"Oh… I didn't notice either." She said quietly like she was still processing the information… not too convinced of it but winced for she knew that there would be an impending scolding that she would receive from him for not keeping herself in good maintenance.

With her current state, this may be was caused by over working again (which Hook had warned her about to not to) when she had exerted herself in cleaning up his med bay (another 'Not-to' in her list under Hook). Instead of helping, she was now more of a baggage to them, huh? But she tries… In every little thing she thinks she could do, she would take the chance and just do it without a word of single complaint.

When she heard him growl, that was the signal she only needs to hear to get ready and be serve in a silver platter… but she didn't expect what the medic 'con did next to her.

He had shoved her to his awaiting hand (that he had place in front of her) with a soft nudge (what she could call 'soft' for them) and raised her to his optic level. Her eyes were tightly closed as her frame tried to shrink its self on his palm which made him grin a little while shaking his helm left to right. How he misses this… Whenever he gets angry, she would look like a cute little 'red handedly-caught' sparkling that knows him all too well what should happen to her next. He could see that her hair had gone far too shorter than she would have like but didn't seem to mind it (although, maybe she still hasn't noticed it?) Her clothes were ruffled up and had some dirt on it (which he twitch at, trying to not burst out into a fit of having not having pristine and perfect clothing when near him). Lastly, she sported bruises all over her exposed parts that were now in varied colors. Ugh, what the seeker had done to let her get that damage, he would deal with him later.

She deserves anything other than a fragging punishment for now… Not when this is happening to her.

His face plates shifted to a softer expression as he nudged her little helm with his pointer and waited for her to uncurl herself. She needed to see that he wasn't angry at her. If he access the files she last remembers, he should be thanking her; not punishing or inflicting any harm on the femme. She had defied all odds that day and had made a leeway into saving his aft along with his two companions on that mission they were given: Brawl (who he really needs to give an audio for getting so very, very close to off-lining every single fragging time he comes back) and Chopster (who he rarely sees this days).

She had literally made it clear that she won't stand or sit at the base, worrying till no end about them while they were in the Autoscums mercy. The fraggers had their chance in off-lining them but they didn't… So much for 3 enemies less, but it had gave them the time to get rescued which was quite a fine blow in their prides. She wasn't alone that time too. Her guardian and his partner were tailing her when she had disappeared at the Nemesis.

That was one of the days that Megatron wouldn't ever forget for she had another released tantrum that made every 'Con cower for their sparks. Only that, to the lord, it was music to his audio receivers. Ugh, not so much of a good memory now as he remembered not being able to speak up to the enrage femme.

"You should really take care of yourself more." He started seeing that she won't be opening up to him other than wincing. It got her to flinch a little but he could see that she was starting to relax again.

"I can only do this when we're alone so take this up pretty good in that forgetful organic brain of yours…" He rubbed her crown and messed up her prompt hair with his finger again. Amusement bloomed in him as her hands flew to his finger to try and pry off his finger but there was no use in saving it from being a tangled mess. She looks like she was hit by a hurricane now.

She might have scowled after using his shiny frame as a mirror but the glint in her eyes tells him that she was beginning to short circuit her processor. He needed to do this fast and fluidly if he still wants her to be fully conscious.

"You know that being a Decepticon, a 'Con mustn't be 'sappy' as you call it, so no repeats." He said sternly but the heat he was giving off out of embarrassment was contradicting it. Her face lits up, looking too giddy so suddenly as an ear-splitting grin was place on her lips. He could feel her excitement and see her furious nodding as she leaned forward.

"You, little organic… Is what's currently holding us to our real sparks and you know that if anything happens to you, we would be devastated, right?" He says seriously and watch Shein slump guiltily while twiddling her own fingers. Her head darted downward with her eyes looking sideways. His pointer had moved to her chin and raised her head to meet his optics again when she made no move or voice that would indicate that she was listening to him. He cannot have her lost in her own processor now.

"I don't blame you for anything, sweet spark, but do keep it in mind that you are precious to us even if other don't say so." His mouth plates shifted to a small smile that was identical the one that slowly came. She stands up and places both her hands besides his forehead and pressed hers against it. She giggled a little and closed her eyes.

Maybe she was trying to get a connection... Maybe she was trying to focus on something... Other that, he wouldn't know. He would just have to wait for her to do something.

"I will…" She muttered softly as she leaned into him more. But her realization just really have to ruin the moment. Oh well... At least he tried to be sappy. It doesn't hurt to be one for once in a while.

"OHHH! You called me sweet spark! Again! Again!" She shouted happily but her mood turned grim as she put her hands on her waist. "HEY! I am not forgetful! I am not the one who is old and ancient here!" She had officially broken the mood like she would always do making the mech grin wider. It is great to have the little organic back. He thought.

"…and Hook?" She called while hugging his face for the second time again.

"Yeah?" He responded as he kept his hand near so she wouldn't fall off. He shifted and sat down on a chair though.

"…I love you more as the grumpy and un-'sappy' medic I knew..." She said sweetly as he huffed. He was so going to be leading in the records of being taken down just by words.

She suddenly tense though and dramatically pealed off his face while her hands still laid on their original places. "…Are you really even Hook?" She suddenly exclaimed in pure mock-shocked and began to move away. She had edge to the other end of his servo while pointing at him. "Nooooooo~! Where is my Hook-y! Give me back my grumpy, oldie mech on menopause (she cries out in anger and demand though Hook should know better that she was just faking it) who likes perfection (then sways her body like jell-o) and likes to rub afts!"

Now that was knew... rubbing afts never came into this kind of conversation before. Where had she got that from?

And she also had lost her when he fried a wiring or two. With her hysterical wailing of giving 'Hook-y' back, the half-irritated, half-amused medic had a pending processor ache coming. All he need now was for someone to hear Shein's cry and he would really be in the laughed-at list.

Maybe he spoke or in his case, thought so soon as he heard another burst of laughter from behind him.

The femme suddenly used his mouth plate as a step as she grabbed onto anything that will take her to his shoulder. He couldn't do any sudden movements now that wouldn't harm her so he just stood still. Whoever was laughing might had heard him so he promised to just slag the mech then and there when he gets the chance to—

"Oh, oh~! Hi, hi! You heard it all right? Well…You better get out of here, dude or else… 'sap' Hook here will slag you once he gives me back my real goody Hook-y." He heard her say with pure good humor as he sensed the fast nod and skedaddle of pedes away from them.

He cursed silently as he didn't get to know who the slagger was.

"Want to know who that was?" She suddenly said out loud. He managed to shift his helm to her and gave a wary glare. He also knew too well what she was like when she was playful.

"Awww… come on! You are not fun anymore!~" She pouted and crossed arms. "I would just have to tell the mech to show Sap again!"

"Sap? Now you are giving it a designation?" He said in ridicule. "I can say that the fever is now making you delirious. There was no Sap here…" Hook tried to lie. He knew that if humans are half attentive, they would like forget this... if not, he should have never ever said that. He clearly regrets it now...

"NO~!" She pouted and acted like a sparkling without an energon goodie. "I'm not hallucinating! SAP! Come out of there! Hook-y is being mean to me! SAAAAAAAP-y!"

In Hook's processor, he couldn't help sigh at this. Her systems are shutting down now and her temperature is ceiling. She was acting like a drunk from her fever too… or maybe from the air?

If he is lucky enough, she would really forget about this… that meant that he only has to find the mech who went here earlier… and he knew how he would… All thanks to the femme giving him tips on pede step-listening… (the femme pointed out that she could determine who will come by just listening to footsteps… it works like a charm if the 'Con is not a scout or on the Ops)

Once he settles the femme and gives her proper medication, it was hunting time… and this will count on the brighter days he will have from this point on…

"Uhhh... Hook?" Make that not... not so bright after all. He saw the battered figure of the flyer they had left earlier looking horrible. Maybe it was really cruel of him to have stop the femme from rescuing one of her favorite seekers... Oh slag. They did IT!

He realize that this extent of damage is one of those she had no good left to be even the slightest merciful. Once she finds out about this... All pit will break loose.

After doing a quick scan on the battered seeker frame, he was about to speak with the Con that had took Starscream to him. Only to find out air replaced the mech was already gone and if he guess correctly, might be off the Nemesis.

He looked outside the entrance to see whether there were others that could be more helpful but he came up with none... The hallway was quiet and eerily silent. It was like part two of the femme gone missing.

He tried to com the others then tried to pin point or locate them but he always ended up with the same results.

They had already fled... even his brothers... The Nemesis was completely void except for their Lord and Shockwave who was in his lab. The only mech that she would likely blame what happened to the seeker was he... for he was one of them that had stopped her from helping out. Frag. He was so going to the Matrix now.

They had left him there to deal with her when she wakes up...

Slagging glitches were coward tin cans that have afts for processors.

He didn't notice how long he had been searching and standing in thought out of the Med bay... that is why when he was about to go in again, his determination to fix the seeker up with haste before she sees what is left, a loud shriek echoed around the whole ship.

Too late... His servo brushed his face plates as he pondered on escaping or whether he should continue.

"STAR! THE FIRST MECH I'LL SEE WILL FACE MY WRATH! WHAT IN PRIMUS NAME WERE THEY THINKING?!" Hook winced and clearly decided to slowly inch away from the entrance. He prayed that he wouldn't get caught when he saw that she was just above Starscream's frame, looking at the damage with fury turning to rage. Her fist clench and unclench as her body quivered like a volcano about to erupt.

Oh Primus! Please don't let her see me... He prayed mentally. He was a good two feet away... so far so good... until the metal floor he stepped on broke. His foot had embedded into the hole with no chance of escape.

"HOOK!"

This day had gone slag...

Funny how I always come here. You all know why though I would mind.

Bye for now... ugh. Everything seems to be a pain in the aft now. (minus writing and typing)

TBC...