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Literature Text
Notes:
"Blank" is speaking
'Blank' is a thought
"-Blank-" is Bumblebee speaking
Beep is just a sigh or a quiet sound Bumblebee makes.
: Blank: is talk via comm-links.
Time Conversions:
Nano-click: About 1 second (Just 'nano' means our version of 'a sec')
Cycle: About 1 Minute
Mega-cycle: About an Hour.
Orbital Cycle: About a Month.
Stellar Cycle: About a Year.
Vorn: 83 Years
Title: Horrors
Rating: T (the main reason the rating changed-this little drabble)
Word Count: 387 words
Summary: Bumblebee, Cliffjumper and their team storm Airachnid's ship, only to find a broken comrade.
The Eradicon guards were easy enough to handle.
"Ready Bee?" Cliffjumper whispered eagerly.
"-Uh-huh!-"
: On Cliff jumper's count!: shouted their leader over everyone's comm.
"Three-" Cliffjumper whispered.
:Two-: their commander hissed.
"-One-."
"GO! GO! GO!"
Bumblebee and his team bombarded the ship's door and stormed in. The yellow scout slid in on his pedes and quickly dispatched two Eradicons. The youngling barely registered the energon on the floor as Cliffjumper got their target out of her magnetic cuffs.
With the thud of heavy pedes upon solid ground, Bee whipped around and helped the femme get out the door. As they staggered out, she kept screaming, "I couldn't save him! I couldn't save my partner!"
:Scrap . . .: Cliffjumper whispered over the comm. The young scout spares a glance up to the warrior. Cliff's expression was hard, though his voice wavered. :From the scar on her face . . .: The scout kept staring ahead as he tried not to let dread seep into his expression.
:Cliff, what is it?: To the warrior, the innocent sounding question yanked him two ways. He decided not to lie to the scout.
Letting out an exhale, Cliffjumper said honestly, :Arcee wasn't missing for one orbital cycle, she was gone for more than three!: The silence between them, and the exhausted femme, stretched on for a while as they hobbled to their camp.
Suddenly, Arcee nearly dropped out of their grasp; her chassis let out a stressed whine.
"Scrap!" Cliffjumper swore under his breath. "Should've brought the stretcher!"
"-Stay with her! I'll get it,-" Bumblebee said quickly. He ran to his medic's area of practice, though to his dismay, the med-bay is overflowing.
"I'm sorry Bee!" he apologized. "I can't help fix Arcee!" Nevertheless, the scout grabbed the stretcher.
"Wha-where are you going?!"
"-No offense Doc,-" Bumblebee shouted over his shoulder as he assisted Cliffjumper to move Arcee into the stretcher.
"-But I know a medic that can help Arcee!-"
"Bee, what you thinking?!" Cliffjumper questioned. "That med-bay is gonna be overflowing for mega-cycles, she needs a Doc, now," He took up the front of the stretcher as Bumblebee brought up the rear near Arcee's helm. Bumblebee glanced down and saw Arcee's troubled expression. She was out cold. Bumblebee shifted his gaze up to Cliffjumper, determined.
"-How fast can you run?-"
Title: Dedication
Rating: T (just in case)
Word Count: 355 words
Summary: Bumblebee brings Arcee to the best medic he knows.
Ratchet got the page from a familiar frequency, and reads the two words. 'Help us!'
The aged medic ran as fast as his pedes would allow him. Two other assistants trail not far behind him. They ran past nurses, patients, and visitors. The three mechs all holler in rounds, "MOVE! WE HAVE A VERY CRITICAL PATIENT COMING THROUGH!"
Their frantic song carried out to the entrance, where everyone cleared out to let in a trio. Two mechs carried in a femme on a stretcher. Ratchet could barely hide his horrified expression, seeing the damaged warrior.
"-Ratchet, please help Arcee!-" Bumblebee pleaded, his optics constricted in fear. Ratchet directed his assistants to take the stretcher from them and hustle the femme into the med-bay.
Just as Ratchet was about to run after them, the two mechs behind him collapsed in a heap. The medic whipped back around, stunned.
Bumblebee was flat on his back, his pedes and door-wings twitched from overuse. Cliffjumper however, was flat on his grill and his face-plates met the floor. His arms were comically spread out in front of him.
"Don't tell me you ran all the way here." Bumblebee has the grace to look sheepish.
"Are you-your camp is over twenty clicks-you incompetent-!" Bumblebee and Cliffjumper cringed at the medic's impending wrath. The red warrior dared himself to look up at The Hatchet. Cliffjumper had only heard of Ratchet's temper. But, seeing how the medic's arm is poised to throw a wrench that wasn't in his servo, made him very wary.
The warrior hunkered down, prepared for the worst.
Ratchet exhaled loudly as he let his servo fall to his side. He saw Bumblebee's terrified expression.
"Somebody get these two, two cubes of energon, each!" Ratchet snapped.
"I have a critical patient!" The medic then ran back toward his assistants.
Seeing that they weren't going to be punished right then, Cliffjumper happily let his face make contact to the cold, metal floor once more. It is a blessing to his taxed chassis.
"-Count your lucky stars Cliff,-"Bumblebee exhaled shakily in relief. Both of the mechs' chassis sagged to the floor, exhausted.
Title: Waiting
Rating: K
Word Count: 467 words
Summary: Cliffjumper and Bumblebee are in the waiting room, awaiting the news from Ratchet about Arcee.
Bumblebee heartily guzzled his energon cube. As soon as he's done with that one, he moved on to the last one he's allowed. As he chugged that cube down, one gulp accidentally sent the liquid down the wrong tube. Bumblebee ended up having a coughing fit with his voice-box spitting out static.
Startled, Cliffjumper looked over to him. "You gonna be all right Bee?"
"-Y-COUGH-yeah-WHEEZE-j-just-HACK-give me a nano . . .-" Cliffjumper reached over to pat the scout's back right between his door-wings. Eventually, the youngling calmed down from his fit.
"I ought to make sure you don't do that again kid," Cliffjumper chuckled. He nonchalantly sipped his own cube.
"-Hey, I was hungry Cliff!-"
"Ya didn't need to shovel it down your throat! Sheesh!"
"-We ran twenty-some clicks to get here, ok? I burned a lot of energon, and don't you dare contradict me! You look famished!-" Cliffjumper just raised his cube and swirled the liquid in it before taking another drink.
The door hissed open and the sound of pedes headed toward them. That alerted the pair that someone headed their way. The two comrades looked to one another, concerned.
They sat in uncomfortable chairs in the waiting room. Ratchet had been in there for more than a mega-cycle . . .
The two jumped to their pedes as Ratchet entered the room. Cliffjumper diligently grabbed Bumblebee's energon and placed their cubes on a nearby table before they turned to face the medic. Bumblebee unconsciously gripped his servo on Cliffjumper's shoulder, worried.
"H-how is she?" Cliffjumper asked quietly. He felt the scout squeeze his servo onto his shoulder, waiting for the worst.
Ratchet sighed. "She'll be fine . . . physically." Cliffjumper nodded grimly. Losing a partner . . . he could emphasize with that.
"-You really don't know what state of mind she'll be in when she wakes up, do you?-"
Ratchet shook his helm in admittance. "Yes and no, trauma like that doesn't go away too easily. Don't take offense youngling, but you still get flashbacks, don't you?" The scout nodded and shuddered. The phantom pain of Megatron's claws that tore at his neck came in waves. Bumblebee let out a staccato string of low beeps as he wrapped his arms around himself.
The youngest of them feels the cold blanket of fear wrapping him.
"Ah, Bee," Cliffjumper murmured, his expression softening.
He pulled the youngling close for a hug. Cliffjumper let his EM field try to comfort the traumatized scout. He seated the both of them down. The warrior let Bumblebee lean against his chassis.
After awhile, Ratchet noticed that Bumblebee was about to fall in recharge. The medic quietly exited the room.
He needed to keep an eye on Arcee . . . Primus knew what horrors repeated in her mind.
