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Times Are Changing	By : LuciferDragon Category: S through Z > Transformers (Movie Only) > Transformers (Movie Only) Views: 4016 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The only characters I own are Icestriker, Jadefire, and Katrina. Everything else belongs to the Transformers movie-verse. I make no money off this fic. It's all in good fun.

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Jadefire slowed to a halt, having effectively lost sight of her unknown target. She scoffed and lowered her gun, moving to pull out her sword instead. She remained quiet, creeping in between the almost ruined buildings of the small Egyptian town. She wheeled around when she heard rocks shifting, turning to face absolutely nothing. When nothing moved again, she cautiously turned back the way she was originally going, walking right into the chest plates of another 'bot. A purple Decepticon emblem leered back at her. Oh frag…

"What do we have here?" the 'Con said in Cybertronian, obviously not bothering to look up any of Earth's languages. "A little femme? How cute. You've wandered too far away from your kin." He managed to back her into a wall, a gun aimed right at her chestplates. "I think I should show you what we used to do to little femmes back on Cybertron…" The Decepticon let his glossa slide out, aimed towards Jadefire's terrified faceplates.

"Never again…"

The Decepticon chuckled. "Your kind was always soft. You even speak the language of those fleshlings. This should be fun."

She gripped the sword she had forgotten was in her hand tightly. "Never… never." She gazed up at the Decepticon. "I am not a child! I am a graduate of the Iacon Academy, trained for the Elite Guard." She relished the flash of emotions that crossed the mech's faceplates minutely.

"Is that… so?"

Her optics widened as a burning sensation ravaged her shoulder, pushing her backwards with a bit of force. She glanced down, seeing the mech's laser pistol cooling down. He grinned as Energon began seeping from the wounds.

"Because I see a scared, little, pathetic femme. You're no Elite Guard material." He charged his laser pistol again and aimed it at her spark. "I'll do you a favor."

"Y-you…" She shifted her hold on the sword. "You just did something you'll regret." She brought her sword up between them, effectively severing off the mech's left arm in an attempt to get free. She pushed away from her assailant who, as if she hadn't done anything at all, continued his attack.

Instead of using his laser pistol, he shifted it away and began melee attacks, leaving her sword completely useless. A blow to her midsection sent her flying back. She braced herself, tossing the sword and her gun aside.

"Ah, so you're going to fight like a man? How feminine."

She grinned. She and Ironhide had not just been exchanging paint in the berth in the time they had been together. He had also taught her to defend herself, especially after the meager Decepticon attack that seemed like so long ago already.

The mech threw in a few punches to her head and midsection. Then he faked a left, tossing in a right to her side. She retaliated, however slightly disoriented the blows were leaving her. Jadefire dropped into a spin, knocking the mech off his feet. As she was about to bring her heel-strut down on his head, the mech rolled out of the way and pulled into a quick crouch, launching at her.

She narrowly avoided the blow, but clutched at her exposed structure where a new pain presented itself, along with the gunshot to her shoulder. She removed her hand, seeing a deep gash imbedded in her frame, Energon leaking out from it. Must've drawn a weapon… She wasn't even given time to wince before the mech was at her again, pulling no punches, leaving her struggling to just get a single blow in. Her systems were starting to plummet to dangerous levels, and warnings were being screamed at her in Cybertronian text.

Just as she was about to give up, an opportunity presented itself. In the struggle, he had inadvertently let her get close to her weapons again. Jadefire timed it just right and rolled backwards, picking up her sword just as he ran after her. She rammed it up right in time, impaling the mech with no effort as he ran into her blade. His red optics widened as Energon spilled down her sword with no signs of stopping.

She struggled to her feet, only managing to get to her knees before her weakened body refused to go any further up. She crawled away from the dying mess, leaving her sword behind. She closed her optics, bringing up her diagnostics. "Preliminary damage report," she said, wincing at the wound in her shoulder.

"You're an idiot."

She stared at her screen, and couldn't help but laugh a bit until it began to hurt. She flinched. "Tell me something I don't know." A massive explosion back where she left the men and the other 'bots drew her attention away from the damage report racking up all her damages, making her optics widen in fear. "Oh spawn of a glitch…" She scrambled to try and get to her feet, but it was no use. Jadefire ground her dental plates in frustration. "I am just a useless lab proto-rat." She slammed her fist into the sand, getting no satisfaction from it, only more pain as it jostled the energy bullet hole. Her optical sensors started to get fuzzy, and a little dark. Must've lost more Energon than I thought. She looked back over to the pyramids, seeing so much destruction happening. Wonderful. The Fallen's turned on that machine of his. She sucked a hiss through her vents in pain and she gave up and fell to the sand, Energon spilling from her wounds to be absorbed just as quickly by the sand. At least I won't… I won't be around long enough to be a disappointment. Sorry, 'Hide. I tried.

Her optical sensors failed, same as a few of her other systems. Soon, there was no pain at all. Only warmth. And familiar strong arms.

Ironhide stood next to Ratchet, both watching their leader fly off into battle against the fallen. In the explosion, all the other Decepticons had been incinerated, leaving them to lick their wounds, for the time being. The black 'bot clutched at the still-smoldering hole in his chest plates, dangerously close to his spark casing.

"Too damn close," Ratchet was saying to him. "You could've been killed!"

Ironhide, however, had been looking around, trying to find a flash of green. "Yes, I'm aware. I see everyone here but Jadefire. Where is she?"

The medical officer stopped reprimanding him, falling completely quiet.

"Ratchet? Where is she?"

"I-I'm not sure. I was returning fire on a Decepticon, but when I looked back to her, she was gone."

"And you left her alone on a battlefield?" Steam escaped the weapons master's olfactory sensors as he snarled with anger. "You glitch!" He reopened his spark connections, having closed them earlier to prevent distractions. Jadefire had accepted his reasoning without question, making him now believe that if anything had happened, it would be his fault entirely. Sweetheart, where are you?

No answer came. Not a verbal one, nor a tendril of thought.

His spark clenched as he hobbled forward, still clutching at his chest plates.

Ratchet hurried over and kept him upright. "You sit. I'll find her."

Ironhide pushed him away. "It's your fragging fault she's missing. You were supposed to keep an eye on her!" He clawed at the roof of a building next to him, struggling to stay upright. His damage report was urging him to stop moving, but his spark said to keep going. Her pulses were faint. Very faint. It meant she was alive, at least.

For now.

He followed the pulses, ignoring Ratchet, who was still following behind in case the mech entered forced recharge. Ironhide stopped short at the sight of a Decepticon, impaled on a sword. Jadefire's sword… He looked around, trying to spot a glimpse of green paint. He found her, not far away, collapsed and surrounded by blue-soaked sand. "Oh no… Primus no, I'm not losing another one."

Ratchet knelt beside him and shifted his left arm into an emergency soldering iron, attempting to close the worse of the seeping wounds.

Ironhide radioed it in, but refused to go meet the soldiers to demand her transportation. Fight it. You've got to fight.

I'm sorry, 'Hide… I tried, at least.

The C17 landed not too far away from them, and soldiers began making room for the wounded femme to be loaded in the cargo hold. We're taking you home. You'll be all right, I promise. He lifted her from the ground, expecting her to wrap her arms around his neck like she always did subconsciously. It never came. Ratchet boarded immediately after them, and the plane lifted off before the cargo doors could even close, taking them back to base on Diego Garcia. You'll be home soon.

I am… Dad says to let you know… that you did good by him.

Rest, Sweetheart. He looked to Ratchet. "She's hallucinating. She's saying she saw Jack. Talked to him."

Ratchet bit at his mouthplates. "She very well could be. She's in a critical state right now. Anything at all is possible." He watched his friend lay her down flat on the cargo-bay floor, fearing for her well-being. He looked around and spotted her medical kit not too far away. "I need to check her levels." He searched through her kit, looking for her scanner. Once he found it, he turned it on and scanned it over her body.

"How is she?" Ironhide asked.

Ratchet shook his head. "She needs a transfusion now. She won't last until we get to base for the reserves. I haven't had it put on the planes due to how explosive it can be under pressure."

Without hesitation, the weapon's master held out his arm.

"Are you sure? You're reaching critical stages as well. That hole in your chest—"

"I know the fragging risks. Just do it."

Ratchet looked to his friend, sizing up his gaze. Without another word, he pulled out the materials needed for a transfusion.

Ironhide looked back at the unconscious femme. Soon. You'll be back home safe soon.
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