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A Series of Events	By : zypherion Category: Transformers > G1 > Het - M/F Views: 1659 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I celebrated my fourth year among the Autobots alone, not really in the mood to mingle with the other newbies and veterans alike. My niece would done with college by now, that is if my sister didn't screw things over somehow. Knowing my Mother though, she'd try to help as much as she could. It bothered me that I had not talked to them all that time. Not even a note to say I was okay. I wasn't even sure if they did an obituary or not. Mortality used to bother me a lot as a human. Now though it didn't bother me as much since from what I had seen during battle repairs it was pretty hard to kill a Cybertronian. By now the newbies were part of the battles with the Decepticons. That first time out to face them was scary to say the least, but we were told to depend on our training and each other. That helped somewhat, but still taking on the various types of weapons fire that was meant to seriously harm or kill you was an experience that made my fuel run cold. I was thankful that on my Mother's side of the family there was a known murderer so I dug into that part of myself, the one that wasn't afraid to kill because in battle it was kill or be killed. Sure I knew I probably wouldn't actually kill a Decepticon, but I sure the hell could make him hurt plenty. I was in a zone when in battle, my focus was on my immediate surroundings and what I could either see or sense. When I was human I had a very mild case of empathy with occasional dreams that foretold my own future. As a Cybertronian though, something changed and I could sense things in a way that was a lot more psychic than I expected.
The battle that occurred just outside the ship on a cold winter's evening was something to behold. Every last Decepticon on Earth was there and probably a few from Cybertron as well. They came in fast and hard. Sure the security grid we put in during my first year among the Autobots gave us warning, but not enough of one since they were at the entry way of the ship, firing into it at anyone that dared peek their head out.
Trailbreaker made a force field so some of us could advance into the hallway without getting tagged. Several warriors had dragged furniture out of nearby rooms so Windcharger could put them place in the hallway using his magnetism. Between those two we made our way toward the entry way, firing back at the Cons that were back peddling toward better cover. Once we were out of the ship proper, it was an all out fire fight. Explosions, showers of rock and dirt shot up into the air, the sound of weapons impacting metal and cries of pain pierced the air.
I settled myself against a boulder just big enough to hide behind, using a rifle to take my shots at any Con I got my sights set upon. They dare come into my home and shoot at me and my friends huh? I would make sure they wished they hadn't. It was a long battle compared to previous ones. Prime was shouting orders. Prowl no doubt was offering him battle tactics over personal radio while Blaster did his best to keep such scrambled so the Cons wouldn't know what was coming via Soundwave.
The longer it went the more cries of pain from a weapon striking either side's warriors occurred. Even I got tagged a few times. But I used the pain to keep going, to move out of one spot to the next to get a better vantage point. Others around me were doing similar from time to time, moving to new locations and firing as they went. There was energon trails all over the place. The explosions were coming more intensely as the fliers bombed the area one last time. There was a one that landed near me, the explosion was so loud I temporarily lost my hearing. When I looked up, I saw that the Decepticons were retreating. I took my shots at their backs since I didn't care if it was cowardly. Then I felt something touch my foot, drawing my attention from the Cons. I looked toward my foot to find Shark lying just behind me, a large gaping wound in his torso. I could see his spark was slightly dimmed and beating erratically in its chamber.
"Oh God." I murmured, just stunned at the damage.
The fact he was alive though certainly was not lost on me, though he was moving slowly and his optics were dim. I didn't spare any more time staring, my rifle was stuffed into subspace quickly then I slipped my arms under his knees and back. "Hang in there Shark, I'll get you to the med bay." I told him, getting to my feet as I heaved him up.
My closeness caused his spark to calm slightly and regain some brightness as I walked hurriedly him into the ship and straight to med bay. The medics were already overwhelmed with injuries, trying to deal with the worst ones first. They had medical drones at this point so those were all wheeling around tending to the less injured. It was utter chaos to say the least. Not a table was to be found. Mechs and femmes that made it here under their own power settled down to wait for a drone. Since I carried Shark in and Ratchet saw his condition, he had me hold him as he hooked him up to a couple machines that would keep him stable. Ratchet apologized for making me be a stand in table, but he really had no choice. And I didn't either truth be told. I held Shark's upper half up carefully, watching the readout as the machines maintained his functions. His legs buckled under him and I was forced to crouch down so he could more or less sit in my lap. Eventually I got sat down as he stirred a little to look at me.
"Hey." I offered softly.
He smiled a little, "Feel like slag. Hurts so bad."
I nodded sympathetically, "Where's your pain receptor button at?" I asked.
"Uh... back of neck, under helmet." he murmured, trembling a few moments.
I reached back and found the button, depressing it flush to his neck. The sigh of relief escaped him.
"Better?" I asked.
He nodded slightly, "Yeah."
I looked over at the medics who were doing their best to handle the severely injured that must have been worse off than Shark. I certainly was empathetic to the stress they must be under. The sense of pain in the room was overwhelming. Though there was a sense of camaraderie too with an undertone of concern there as well.
"Not the only one that got slagged." I told him, looking back to him, "Got to wait your turn."
"Patience for the patient." he joked softly. Another shiver running through him, "Feeling a little cold." he murmured.
I checked to make sure I wasn't making things worse by the way I was holding him. Slowly I shifted up my knees so his back rested against them, then slipped a hand into his chest where a heavy leak was occurring near his spark chamber. I pinched it off and he sighed softly.
"Can feel you near my spark; feels... nice." he whispered.
I didn't know what to say to that. The beating of his spark was practically making it brush against my thumb as I pinched that severed line at both ends with my fingers. I noticed his optics dimming slightly, "Hey don't fall asleep unless the docs say you can." I told him.
A soft mm came from the mech, "Yeah... right... forgot about that. Secure; comfortable... pleasant... you holding me. Could die happy right now."
I frowned at him, "Don't start talking like that Jaws cuz I ain't letting you die."
"Like you could stop me." he whispered.
"Listen to me you son of a glitch, no dying. Period. End of discussion." I snapped softly at him.
He huffed softly then shivered violently, "Uhhh slag…" his hands rose up to grasp at my forearm. A small trial of smoke erupted from somewhere below his wound.
Ratchet came over just then and took Shark into his arms, "You’re next there Toothy." the medic stated.
I swear I heard Shark go 'awww' ever so softly. I stayed where I was, among those with lesser injuries so a drone eventually made its way over to work on my injuries. Minutes passed until the drone wheeled off to the next injured warrior sitting nearby. I looked at myself and saw the mix of my energon blood and oil with Sharks' that had stained my armor. I got to my feet, looking around at who still remained to be seen. I took a last look over at Shark who was under Ratchet's care, obviously the mech was out cold as his optics were dim, but his spark was visibly beating away. I left the med bay, knowing he was in good hands.
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