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Baby Bone Lullaby	By : paw07 Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Slash - M/M Views: 2664 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Rebooting. Memory recovery ……………………………. 17%.
The world was shaking. The edges blurred and blackened like both of his optics were shattered. And there was the sound of shivering vents and something blocking out the light, something large.
Rebooting. Memory recovery ………………………….. 29%.
The blur was screaming and panicking and now there was another blur next to it. They were touching him. These blurs were touching him and he was in so much pain, but at least he was going numb. The pain was fading and the jagged things pressing into him … he could barely feel them anymore. There was a wetness though. He could feel it rushing away from his form, sickened by his existence probably. But the blurs were now touching him, pulling and pressing at things that had been numb, pushing the leaking back.
They were keeping him in pain, keeping away the pull.
Elita had said it would barely hurt.
She lied to him, but why would she lie to him? She had always been so good to him.
Rebooting. Memory recovery ……………………….. 49%.
Something was lifting him. The blurs now murmurings like they were trying to speak. Then, there was a roar, like an engine in the distance and soon another blur joined the others. This one was still for a moment before it started helping the other two, poking and prodding and pressing the pain back into his spark.
Rebooting. Memory recovery ……………………… 62%
Sentinel was sure someone had screamed but he didn’t know who it was. All he knew was that the world was shaking back and forth like someone was running. And the metal at his side was warm like someone had picked him up. Was that Primus? Was Primus holding him?
He hoped so though a deeper part of him told him no.
No … No, the world still hurt too much.
Rebooting. Memory Recovery …………………….. 81%
There was then a blinding light, artificial and what felt like a dozen voices standing over him. He felt like he was on a berth. Perhaps this was the part of deactivation that everyone talked about … the part when you fell asleep. But contradictory to that thought, there was a hand sliding a cable into the back of his neck and the world threatened to fall away into nothingness, but just then another system onlined.
Rebooting. Memory Recovery …………………….. 100%. Systems online.
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At first there was static, his HUB resetting itself and recovering his last few moments of thought … and then there was pain, a thousand aches and deep sharp pain like plates deep inside him were rubbing against each other. He felt sticky like energon was sticking to his inner mechanisms. It reminded him of the feeling he got when his knee joint blew an energon line, his warm liquid seeping between plates. That was a minor injury then … but this felt like it was everywhere. In every seam.
Beside himself, he found himself choking out the only person he could count on, her voice always so steady like a clam sea to wash over him. And though he could barely speak, energon suddenly oozing out of his mouth, he called out, “E-e-ll-ita.”
“Frag, he’s onlining!” cried one of the colored blurs. “Frag! Does the emergency kit have any pain killers, anything to knock him out! I can’t have him moving when I’m trying … to put this mess back together! Frag! Skyfire I don’t have training for this! I know basic first aid … Not bot jigsaw pieces!”
“Calm down Aquila. You are doing fine. I’ll disconnect his motor functions so he doesn’t move,” murmured a deep baritone voice, an orange blur leaning down. “I’ll see if I can deaden some of his systems … especially the ones below his waist.”
“You mean for his legs! He barely has one left!” came Aquila’s panicked voice.
And yet that same baritone voice calmly murmured, “Calm down, everyone. We don’t have time to panic and we don’t have time to call for help. We need to stabilize him here and now or Right Ring will not survive. We are all trained in the basic forms of medicine. We can save him.”
“…But what if he doesn’t want to be saved,” said Aquila’s voice again.
For a moment, the clinking of tools and the hands pressing onto his body stalled, Skyfire’s voice barely above a whisper, “Don’t say things like that.”
“But what if it’s true,” bit back Aquila, his anger obvious.
“All the more reason we should do something,” growled Skyfire, his tone far more volatile than most had ever heard it.
For a moment there was a stuttering of vents and suddenly Sentinel felt like he was choking, like the voices were no longer important, his vents suddenly feeling clogged. There was a sudden skirmish above the dying mech, heavy footsteps running around him.
“Fraggen pit, his vents must have energon bleeding into them. We need to get his chassis open, now,” growled Aquila, taking action again even though part of him was probably scared as hell with the way his servos were shaking as he struggled to unlatch Sentinel’s chassis.
After a few moments of bumbling fingers, Inquis’ baritone voice spoke, “Take a vent, still your hands. Let me get him open.”
Those thick fingers were removed from his stinging chassis as a pair of thinner hands reached down even though he was drowning in his own fluids, his pump stuttering. He did not miss the hiss of his chassis sliding open … nor the gasps that followed after.
“Oh Primus… that’s not what I think it is, is it?”
“Unless that unison gasp was merely because we all think a blue spark a rare thing,” grumbled Aquila.
“This is not the time for sarcasm,” barked Inquis, sounding impatient. “If anything it is all the more reason to save him … there is more in the balance here than Rift Ring’s life. Come now, clear those vents. His systems are struggling and we … don’t need him to accidently abort it.”
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Meanwhile, not too far from the small little medical room with far too many half-bred mechs in it, sat Sonic Trip in the pilot’s chair. She couldn’t stop her hands from shaking. There was just so much energon. There was just so much of it. They might not have even gone down into that pit if Skyfire didn’t have such powerful scanners.
When they went down there, about to curse the mech for crawling down on that mangy rope that rescue team had left vorns ago, they quickly discovered that Rift Ring had not climbed down into the pit.
He had fallen into the pit.
Rift Ring luckily, or unluckily, had not fallen the full way into the cavern. He had crashed onto an outcropping so he hadn’t fallen all the way to the bottom of the cave. Regardless, he still had fallen far enough and there were those rock. Like knifes those rocks were with the way they had pressed through the blue mech’s armor like it was nothing, leaving gaping holes and … nearly ripping off one leg.
Not that the leg hadn’t come off when they started moving him … and the energon. How it poured like water, leaving a pool and staining her hands. It was like a horror movie and even now, given the rush all the scientists had been in to drag the half-dead mech into their ship’s small medical bay … she was still covered in it. It had dried on her hands and chassis and was all over the floor.
She tried to keep her cool, acting like she had seen this before, directing Graph to pack up camp because as soon as they got Rift Ring stable enough to move, she was moving the ship. That had felt like groons ago before Graph stumbled into the pilot’s den. For a moment he stared at her, almost with pity as he watched her hands shake.
Sitting down next to her, in the co-pilot’s seat, he slowly reached out a servo and wrapped his fingers around hers, calm, “They said they got him somewhat stable and … there was as complication. So we have to get moving. Now.”
Though her hands were still shaking, she pulled one from the grounder and started flipping switched to pull the ship into the bleakness of space. She had to ask though, had to know why Graph looked ailing and yet was so calm, unlike her right now.
“Apparently, there is more than one life on the line here,” Graph stalled, his tongue seeming heavy as he struggled to find the words. “Rift Ring … was … I mean is with spark.”
Sonic Trip felt her spark shift, a sickness settling deep into her form.
“Rift Ring … is heavy.”
It wasn’t a question though. It was a statement.
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