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REVIEWS

Autobotschic: Pshh! Me? Guilty? I don't know what guilt is, after all, I am the king of hell. XD

Answerthecall: XD Ratchet would be tossing wrenches so fast Chromia wouldn't of had time to finish what she was saying! XD Thank you!

Storylovers91: XD Yus! XD Now I kind of feel bad for picking on Jazz! XD And you still get this update! XD I aim to please!

Zrexheartz: It just seemed right for him. After all, he IS the boss! XD

Kyleisdabest: XD I promise there will be Blue/twin fluff soon! Mostly friendship stuff at first! XD Let's not forget obsessive sire in there!

IvoryCrawler: XD Maybe!

Bluestreak patiently waited in the Medical bay's waiting area along with the other soldiers that went on the mission. The civilians were being taken care of first, and the soldiers would get their turn. Prowl had been taken behind the doors, and had yet to come out. Red Alert was still huddled in the ship refusing to leave. Bluestreak sighed as he felt a slight helm ache start. He couldn't tell whether it was from his constant worrying, or the Tox-en.

A green mech, who was sitting next to Bluestreak, stared at him with a smile. "You're Bluestreak, right? The sniper?"

"Ah… Yes?"

The mech's smile only grew. "I'm the mech you saved! Primus! That was amazing! I mean you were so far away, I could barely even see the tower! That shot was- WOAH! You hit the mech smack dab in the center of his helm! I heard a BAM! Then the mech just fell over, offline!"

Bluestreak felt his tank churn. Oh Primus. He was so worried about Prowl, he just… Primus… He killed that mech. He just shot him, and….

Bluestreak lurched forward, unprocessed energon spewed from his tanks.

"Primus! We need a medic!" Somebody had Yelled.

"Hey, are you alright?" The green mech frowned as Bluestreak's intakes began speeding up. "It's alright." He gently began rubbing Bluestreak's back, right between his door wings. "Medics are on their way, just stay calm."

Bluestreak felt his frame begin to heat up as he struggled to get air into his systems.

"Calm down! You'll overheat before the medics even get here!" The mech continued rubbing Bluestreak's back. "Deep intakes, alright?" He glanced up, looking around worriedly. "Where's those medics?" He yelled.

Bluestreak dialed down his audials as his helm began to throb. He watched as the green mech stood up with a panicked look on his face, his lip components moving quickly. Bluestreak's vision was quickly over run by warning messages. Each one of them informing him of different errors. Finally the last one popped into his vision.

Stasis lock imminent.

"So, he gave you his extra filter?" Ratchet asked as he messed around with a small orb. He hit it a couple of times in frustration before the thing flew out of his servo. "There it is." He guided the orb over to Prowl. "Follow the light with your optics." He ordered.

A bright light flashed and the orb started moving. Prowl followed it to the best of his ability, but failed as the orb went behind his helm. An exasperated sigh from the medic following soon after. "He did. I am honestly more worried about him."

Ratchet nodded as he snatched the orb out of the air. "Tox-en isn't something to mess around with. But I doubt he would have let you leave that room without the extra filter."

Prowl nodded. "Yes."

"You said your helm was aching?"

"Yes, it's worse when I activate my battle computer."

Ratchet nodded. "Did the light make it worse?"

"No."

"I'll be right back. I have to get the antidote." Ratchet sighed. "You're only going to need a small dose, but you do have light Tox-en poisoning. You're lucky Red Alert's room is fool's proof."

Prowl nodded. "Thank you."

Ratchet nodded. "I'll be right back."

Prowl watched as Ratchet left the room. He glanced around the small room, and frowned. The Autobot's were very understaffed. They had to turn to civilian doctors to help with the large swell of the ill. It was sad.

Ratchet entered the room again, and glanced back with a worried glance.

"Is something wrong?" Prowl asked.

"One of the soldiers passed out in the waiting room."

"Are they alright?"

Ratchet shrugged. "No idea." He sighed before he pulled out a small syringe. "This first one is some extra nanites to help eliminate any Tox-en you may have in your system. The second one will get rid of the symptoms. Well, most of the symptoms. The helmache will probably persist. I suggest you take it easy for a couple of days."

Prowl nodded. "Alright."

Ratchet slowly injected the first before he pulled the syringe out, and threw it into a biohazard box. "You're going to have to lay down on your chassis."

"Why?" Prowl asked suspiciously.

"The second injection goes between the doorwings."

"I can do without that one." Prowl answered.

"Roll over or you get the wrench." Ratchet glared. "I have other mechs to take care of!"

"I can do without the second injection. Besides, you'd waste berth space to knock me out."

"Who said I'd leave you in a berth?"

Prowl stared at Ratchet, measuring his seriousness. Finally deciding on not testing him, he laid on his chasis. "Please do not do anything… strange."

"Strange?" Ratchet snorted. "I'll do whatever the frag I want."

Prowl frowned as a quick stab of pain shot through his doorwings.

"There, you're free." Ratchet sighed. "The diagnostics for your battle computer came back clean, so nothing to worry about there."

Prowl nodded as he slowly sat up. "Thank you. Synchro is here, yes?"

"Yeah, he's down the hall in the public area of the med bay."

Prowl nodded. "Thank you." Prowl walked out of the private examination room, and continued down the hall, just as Ratchet instructed. He frowned as a mech stood with a look of fear on his faceplates, and a medic standing next to him.

"Explain again, please."

"I've already told you three times! We were sittin out there and all of a sudden he started taking in intakes like there was no tomorrow! He purged, and then he just stopped responding! His optics started flashing, and then he just fell over!"

"Calm down." The medic sighed as he pulled out a data pad. "Do you know him?"

"No! I just met him! He was the sniper on our mission!"

Prowl frowned. "Sniper?"

The two mechs turned to Prowl. The medic frowned. "Sir, please, I'-"

"You're talking about Bluestreak?" Prowl interrupted.

The green mech's optics lit up. "Yeah!"

Prowl turned to the medic. "Is he alright?" The medic didn't answer. He stood with a torn look on his faceplates. The longer the medic remained silent the more panic Prowl felt fill his spark. "IS HE ALRIGHT?"

The medic jumped. "I'm sorry. I can't say!"

"I'm his youngling! Is Bluestreak alight? Where is he?"

"I'm sorry, but I don't know you! I don't have proof of who you are! I can't ju-"

Prowl grabbed the mech, lifting him up off his feet, and slammed him into the wall. His doorwings flared up in a 'V'. "I am Prowl! Youngling of Bluestreak, and grand youngling of Synchro of Praxus! Take me to my Sire!"

Prowl stared at the terror filled optics of the medic. The green mech slowly began backing away.

"Prowl! Release the medic!"

Prowl glared over to the huge black mech. "Not until he takes me to Bluestreak."

Ironhide pushed the green mech out of the way, and stomped up to Prowl. "Prowl, they just took Blue to an examination room. You can't see him until things are all sorted out, and they are done with him."

"Where is he?"

"Prowl, let the medic go."

"Where is Sire?"

"Examination room 12. You cannot see him."

Prowl released the trembling medic. His calm disposition quickly returning. "That is all I needed." Prowl slowly backed away from the medic. "Thank you."

Ironhide grabbed Prowl's upper arm, and dragged him down the hall.

"Ironhide, where ar-"

"Shut up." Ironhide dragged Prowl down the halls, and out of the med bay. He stomped past all the soldiers, and pushed Prowl into a room. As soon as the door was shut he slammed the black and white mech into the wall. "What the frag is your problem? Huh?"

"I do not und-"

"The frag you don't! Get yourself together! Never in all the vorns I've known you have I ever seen you lose control of yourself like that! What is your problem?"

Prowl huffed as he looked away. "I don't know what is going to happen. I don't have any variables. All the results come out incalculable!"

"So you attack a MEDIC? What? Is that going to help?"

"I don't know WHAT will help!" Prowl yelled.

Ironhide sighed. "Why don't you go visit Sychro?" Prowl just stared down at the ground. "Hey, I said go see Synchro."

"I heard you." Prowl answered. "I'm thinking."

"Yeah, about what?"

"Whether or not Synchro knows about Bluestreak, and whether or not he should."

Ironhide frowned. "If he doesn't know, keep it that way. The last thing we need is a pissed off Synchro. I have work to do, including a medical examination for myself. Just... try to stay calm."