A/N Finally I finished the next chapter. Hope you like it. :)
Days passed and Ironhide's condition was more or less unchanged. Sometimes Ratchet and I would see some progress, but it would not last long. We were watching him in shifts; Ratchet during the day and I during the night. I heard that people in a coma can hear us, so when I was alone with him I talked to him, hoping he would hear me and react to my voice, but as time went on I was more and more chapfallen; however I continued doing that. Today was a day like any other. After Ratchet's shift ended I came in, and did my routine. It included checking out Ironhide's vital signs and writing them down, makeing sure that all the machines on which he was attached work properly, and last but not least I had to check the tubes, to make sure the energon is dipping directly into his energonstream. Ratchet built me a mobile platform so I could be able to perform all these tasks. Also I had to learn everything about Cybertronian body if I wanted to watch Ironhide. Ratchet was a good teacher, though a little impatient.
(Flashback starts)
"Tell me everything you know about Cybertronians," Ratchet said to me, as he worked on the Chevy twins.
"Cybertronians are living, sentient and emotional beings; they consist of a brain and body. Energon ran through every Cybertronian's body and it's equal to human blood; if Cybertronian lose a lot of enegon he or she can die. Cybertronian's body is made of metal. Their mind can be transferred to another body using the cortical psychic patch. Without a mind Cybertronian body can be kept alive by artificial machines but not for long. Cybertronian's also have mechanical nerves in their bodies and in their armor. If Cybertronian's arm or leg gets severed, it could be replaced or surgically repaired back to its proper place."
"Excellent" Ratchet said. "You have study, now what about Cybertronian reproduction."
I could feel my cheeks blush. I always felt uncomfortable when I had to talk about Cybertronian reproduction.
"Do I have to?" I asked.
"Yes."
"But Ratchet, I really do not feel comfortable talking about it in front of Skids and Mudflap," I whispered.
"You have five nanoclikcs before I use my wrench on you."
"Alright, alright" I quickly said.
I took a breath and began.
"Cybertronian males and females have the similar biology as human males and females. This means that they have the genitals that are similar to those in men and women. But Cybertronian females can't produce offspring like human females can; instead they reproduce their offspring by protoforms which must be give sparks to bring them to life."
"Can Cybertronian mech and human femme and vice versa produce offspring?" Ratchet asked me.
Is that a trick question? I thought to myself.
"Well?"he asked impatiently.
"I don't know."
"The answer is yes they can, but only if they match."
"But, how can we know whether they match or not?"
Ratchet stopped working and turned to me; it seemed as if he was thinking what to answer me.
"Simple, if a human female get pregnant they are match," he said.
"You just made the last part up. Did you?" I said, looking at him.
Ratchet lowered his head.
"Yes."
(End of flashback)
When I was finally done with all that, I was dead tired. I climbed onto the berth where Ironhide was and curled next to him. Few seconds later I fell asleep like a log.
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System check up commencing:
Energon levels: 100 %
Vocal procesors: On.
Possibility to transform: 63%
Weapon systems: On.
Visual scanners: On.
Heat scanners: On.
System check up over; commencing boot up.
Ironhide's optics flashed slowly online, as he let out a groggy groan.
"Oww, my helm" he said, rubbing his helm with his servo. "What happened?" he asked, but the answer never came. At first his vision was blurry and he blinked a few times. Finally his vision became clear, and now he could see that he was in the med bay.
Why am I here? he silently wondered.
It took him a few cycles to remember what happened to him.
"Lockdown!" Ironhide growled, as he pulled out the tubes angrily from his servos; he was ready to jump off the medical berth and go after him, when suddenly his heat scanners warned him about a presence beside him.
Ironhide turned his helm and looked down. He saw Sandra recharging; her arms were wrapped around her body to keep her warm. He was surprised to see her there.
"What is she doing here?" he quietly said, to himself as he watched her recharge.
A small smile passed over his lips as he watched her.
Doing his best not to awake her, Ironhide scooped her gently in his servos and pressed her against his chest plate. His spark trembled at the contact, and a warm feeling came through him like waves. A warm feeling, that he thought he would never feel again.