Transformers Prime: Project Predacon

Trouble

"This one's a little deeper than I'm used to." As he worked he pointed out small little things that I didn't notice myself, which was weird for me.  

I swear it was forever and I had started to nod off, but Ratchet kept me awake, he knew it was dangerous for my body to shut down when I was so low on energon. I insisted on a transfusion, but he always declined.  

"I need to repair your wound first, so that it won't leak back out." He was very stubborn and it made me irritable. I was uncomfortable from laying on one side for the longest time. I was startled when sudden shrieks reached my ears, they were the most high pitched things I had ever heard, Optimus and Ratchet ignored them.  

"What is that?" I asked.  

"The children." Optimus said to me. I looked in the direction of the Autobot base, confused.  

"I thought you said the Autobots couldn't produce sparklings."  

"They're human." Ratchet retorted. The first one came into view. She was vaguely female and when she was close enough to make Optimus stop her before she came any closer I got nervous. She had two different colors of hair, pink and black. She wore clothing and something about her made me feel weird.  

"Wow, that's super cool. What are you? A dragon?" Another one appeared, this one male and very short. His hair was crazy, it stood straight up it seemed.  

"Bee said you guys were extinct." He said, he seemed a bit more intelligent than the female, although it was obvious he was much younger than her. A third stood by his two human companions, also male and he looked a bit more. . . normal if that's what someone else would call it. He had dark black hair that bounced when he moved.  

"So. . . does it talk?" I growled a bit, half from what the human child had said and half because Ratchet's hand had slipped and his tool had hit me in the wrong place. I refused to directly touch their minds, they looked strange, obviously their minds would be even stranger.  

"I do speak. Not aloud, as the others do." The short male grinned like he was going to murder other members of his race.  

"Cool! You're telepathic!" Having heard how feminine my voice was, they changed the pronouns they were using, no longer feeling the urge to call me an 'it'. 

"So what happened? How'd you get hurt?" I couldn't help snapping at the female. 

"Saving your keepers. Without me, they'd be dead and Megatron would take over your species and planet." Bulkhead spoke from a distance, quickly reacting to my mood and gesturing for Bumblebee and Arcee to do the same as him.  

"Alright, Miko. That's enough questions for now. They're busy and angry and I don't want you eaten." The three bots drove off in different directions after convincing their humans to go with them, with the permission of Optimus of course. I watched three Autobots drive off, glaring at them long and hard.  

"I don't eat humans. Why would he infer that?"  

"To get the three of them away from you. Bulkhead only used his common sense and he was vaguely concerned for Miko with your reaction to her." I had nothing to say to him and neither did Ratchet so we sat in silence, except for the sound of Ratchet's welder. Finally, he pulled his tool away and shut if off like he had finished.  

"Why have you stopped?" I asked him. There was a deep gash remaining slightly behind my hip, I knew that he knew it was there.  

"Optimus, I don't know if it's possible, but could you hold her down for me?" I looked over at Optimus, who was still keeping his distance.  

"I can hold myself down just fine, thank you," I snapped at Ratchet, offended that he assumed that I wouldn't be able to keep still as he worked. He looked up at me, squinting his optics into a sharp glare before pressing his finger into my wound. He was not gentle and I didn't expect the pain to be so great. I growled and instinctively kicked my leg, to try and get him away from me. I missed and he pulled his arm away from me, giving me a dominant look. 

"Optimus." The Prime moved, daring to approach me despite how I had lashed out to Ratchet. The medic directed him the best he could as to where he should hold me to stop me from moving, and I pointed out a few key places that would help to keep me stable.  

It was a half of a human hour of excruciating pain for me, which seemed to take longer because of the pain and actually took longer because I wouldn't stop fidgeting. Everytime I moved it caused Ratchet's precise hand to slip and he would have to start over with what he was doing. Optimus was more help than I thought he would be, but eventually we finished when Ratchet called Smokescreen over, who was still standing outside watching because he didn't have a human of his own, to help hold me down.