(by Tessombra)
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Author's Notes: This is something a little different--no victims--well, except for the Autobots...
The Transformers are captives of Hasbro...
It had taken the medic an hour to repair Sunstreaker. The pin on his left door hinge had been completely shattered, and without the proper parts, the medic had to scrounge up a replacement from what little they had…
“…Not bad as suitable subs go,” Ratchet assessed, giving Sunstreaker the once over. He noted with some pride that there was no way to tell what had been the original pin, and what was the substitute. The Lambo shifted his arm as he glanced at a reflective surface. The gesture was not lost on Ratchet; Sunstreaker was making sure his looks weren’t compromised.
First Aid drifted over to Bumble Bee and Prowl. Both soldiers had been through serious trauma. They’d literally been picked up and slammed time and again. They had suffered denting to their internals, complete loss of weaponry and Bee’s undercarriage had been completely compromised. Fortunately, after repairs, both would be up and running.
“…It’s the medic I’m starting to worry about,” Perceptor said to Ironhide. While it was true that the old soldier had seen better days, recieved a good deal of attention--—though he’d been grounded ages ago, he was still mentally sharp for both his experience and a wisdom through age. It concerned Perceptor when the elder agreed.
“It’s getting’ to ‘em, that ain’t hard ta see,” and it filled him with a sort of sadness. Autobot medics didn’t get many breaks when it came to action. They went on the field with the soldiers, patched them, and during rest periods, still had to keep working on what ever minor disruptions in daily life affected the crew. “Think they lost it when it came to Prime.”
“Indeed,” Perceptor shuddered. The Autobot commander had been literally torn to pieces. They had been scattered everywhere, and their medic had searched relentlessly, using every spare moment they had in order to find him. “I understand our enemy has a sense of humor that our medic did not appreciate, any more than Prime did.”
“How’s that?”
“They left his head component—in their waste. What I find curious," the scientist went on to say, "Is that our medic was strangely more—chagrined, about Optimus’ situation than they were about anyone else.”
“What’d’ya ‘spect, ‘Cepter?” Ironhide turned to the Autobot leader, who was at that moment, being attended to. Optimus touched their medic gently as he was tended to with such care; it had to be obvious even to Grimlock. “Medic’s got a thing for old Prime—and ah got the feelin’—that he feels the same way…”
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This was getting absolutely ridiculous!
It had been every single Autobot—damages ranging from lost guns, to displaced tires, to pieces of them scattered EVERY where! It had taken what seemed forever to get them all back and running. And what they did to Optimus—
“…I swear to GOD, they’re freakin’ sadists! Why would anyone DO this?!?”
She was livid! She was outraged! It had taken her TWO DAYS of continuous searching to locate the Autobot commander as it was, and when she had—
“—I’m so sorry Optimus,” she couldn’t get over it, examining the damage as she tenderly repaired him, carefully cleaning that noxious substance off of him. “This is an indignity you certainly didn’t need.”
“So, where’d you find HIM?”
“Half of him under the bed, another part of him in the dog’s kennel—and his head—“she held up a diaper to the one who asked, as they frowned from the noxious mess within it. “Your kids are barbarians. And I’m not giving HIM,” she gestured to the red and blue figure, “Back!”
“I would have just thrown the damn thing away—it’s only a toy y’know.”
She gathered the figure to her and snapped, “Yeah, and I’m sure that somewhere, the aliens who hatched you feel the same way about YOU,” before gathering up the rest and leaving the room.
Rational thought told her that it was nothing but movement on her part, a knee jerk reaction when she thought a metallic hand llovingly caressed her own, but it was still nice to think that maybe, even a toy could reach out and console.
Of course, she’d never know just how much Optimus truly appreciated his medic…
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