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All The Right Moves	By : flamekaat Category: S through Z > Transformers (Movie Only) > Transformers (Movie Only) Views: 3111 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I Don't own the Transformers franchise, or rights to anything but my oc. This fic is because I am a fiction nut and totally not for profit. This fic is for fan enjoyment purposes only!

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“Why is it that you are not complaining little sister? Humans with your level of injuries normally complain with every breath.”

“I’ve fought the sense and fate’s own will before big bro. I don’t even think of this as pain, more along the lines of middle level discomfort.”

“Why would you…ah for morality’s sake is it then?”

“Only reason worth that much pain don’t you think? Fate doesn’t decide what’s wrong and right or expediency would be more important then goodness.”

“I only fought it once and that time was worth the blinding pain. Now that he is repaired you will be able to meet Jazz and perhaps see why.”

“You guys mated then?”

“Indeed. Ourselves and occasionally myself and Ratchet as well though ours is a occasional fancy not a lifelong mating like myself and Jazz.”

“Ratchet? That’s your Chief Medic isn’t it?”

“Yes. I would not be surprised if even Decepticons tell horror stories of Ratchet. He is…your best earth word is Fierce. We would say…” the word he uttered sounded both warm and fearfully respectful at the same time. Kalomel was surprised at the expressiveness of the Cybertronian language. It had so many layers of nuance depending on the speaker. So many feelings to be conveyed with a clipped word or short chirped phrase.

“I kinda get the impression that both Fierce and Protective were in that word together as one concept. Two fate senses working together is sorta like high level empathy isn’t it?”

“I have found that those with our particular sensor settings find ways passed communications difficulties rather fast yes.”

“Will you help me learn some more Autobot dialect while I am at your base? That is if it is allowed of course.”

“I will start at once little sister. It will be a day long and journey and well into the night even with my route taking us through places where I can achieve speeds closer to the ones only human air vehichles can normally reach. We will stop for human refueling at three designated times. I also can stop for you to intake and dispose of fluids.”

“Considering that it is either you stop or you have me fa-breeze your interior when we arrive I’d say that would be a important part of the game plan there.”

~*~

“It is time for your first refueling sister.”

“Yeah Prowl I am up…well sorta.”

“Do you often sleep on long journeys? Or are you damaged enough to require immediate repair? ”

“Are my pupils pretty much even in size?”

“Yes.”

“Then I suppose I will be all right eventually. I am just overly traumatized emotionally I guess, and of course I have been shorted on sleep like no other since taking up my additional duties. ”

“They do not respect your requirements for recharge among the Decepticons?”

“Emergencies crop up a lot with them. I am not surprised, although my Auntie Char told me I would not be getting much sleep for the next decade so I should take it while I can. I think after I get a snack and a bio break I am off to the land of dreams again. That ok with you bro?”

“I do not require companionship or conversation while transiting back to base. It would probably be best if you spent most all the trip recharging. Optimus Prime will wish to interrogate you upon our arrival. That will be difficult for you.”

Kalomel thought that maybe this Optimus person would be cruel or difficult to her. She had no concept of what would really happen.

~*~

Her mouth had cracked while she slept. The scabbed blood opening up and making her mouth taste disgusting was not the most pleasant way to awaken. She still felt like her whole self had been stepped on by Megatron. The Sheriff hit hard and had not pulled any of his blows. She mentally spat on his memory before sitting up and taking a look at her surroundings.

“Human female Decepticon, I suspect that you had some internal bleeding in the past few hours. Nutrients sufficient to fuel your internal repair systems will be provided until you have sufficiently recovered.”

“Thank you for the courtesy. I’m Junior Medic Kalomel Nelson. Who are you?”

“Autobot Senior Medical Officer. Designation: Ratchet. I believe that humans at this point would say either ‘Hello’ or ‘hi’ depending on their proclivities, but we do not have much time for that.”

“Is the Optimus Prime that Prowl mentioned wishing to talk to me now then?”

“Whither the Prime wishes to speak with you or not is not a priority. I have a very injured mech to repair and your assistance is required as my Seeker medic is on the other side of this nation and I cannot await that unit’s return to base to complete the repairs of this seeker or they will be permanently offlined.”

“Why are we wasting time jawing around then? Lets go Ratchet!”

~*~

The seeker was silver all over and shone with light even so damaged that he could not move on his own and certainly could not take an alternate mode at the time. It was obvious he was still in his alien alt mode. He was beautiful but Kalomel figured she would have longer to appriciate him if she did nto let him die of his damage.

“* Brother I am a medic and I am going to help you now so please don’t rough me up too much.”

“*Only seekers speak seeker human. Who taught you?”

“Starscream was teaching me before I got hijacked by the sheriff and then by an Autobot.”

“Then you will have been taught a limited amount of Seeker expressions depending on how many of your cycles that you have been in the presence of the Air Commander.”

“Not a whole lot yet. Was looking forward to at least twelve weeks of getting to know him and his Trine Mates but I did not get the chance like I would have liked. However fate has brought me here to you because you had a dire need comrade. Hold on tight this is gonna sting…”

“I can at least set sensor blocks on him and have done so already human.”

“In this case Ratchet he will still…well we humans use the expression ‘scream bloody murder.’ I’ve done this repair three times since the first time I put my hands in Starscream’s chassis. Sensor net in complete shut down they still scream. They are to sensitive in this system not to yell and hollar about it.”

“A fuel line replacement is required then?”

“Fraid so friend. Its going to suck donkey balls, and I suspect you know that but, its going to go fast enough that it will be over soon. Um Ratchet, for my safety here, I need to have ear protection and maybe some thick goggles.”

“I will trust in you Junior Medic. When I return to functionality I will fly you to the place of your choosing, at the time of your choosing, since gifting you with Energon would not be appropriate.”

“Some day I will learn to brew that stuff for you guys though. Apparently Hook’s last batch sucked almost as much as this will.”

“That I can imagine. Hook indeed ‘sucks’ at Energon brewing. You should have the Hatchet further instruct you when my repairs are complete. He is a master of the brewer’s and distillers arts as they were practiced on Cybertron.”

Obviously Ratchet was used to being called the hatchet by most people, though it being said practically to his face made him ventilate in frustration behind her. She rolled her eyes, dropped the goggles and ear protectors into place and was about to proceed, when she paused.

“Before I proceed, well… who the heck are you anyways?”

The sweet sharp edged words that flowed from his vocalizer were first in Seeker, the shorter version in original Cybertronian, then in the harsher framework of Decepticon dialect, which she managed to repeat exactly which made the mech smile.

“You would call me Bright Edge. It is a joy to know you medic. You may now proceed.”

~*~

It had taken ten more hours afterwords to finish repairs on Bright Edge. Kalomel was suffering pretty badly by the time she sealed the last o ring in place and put the extra tubing and tools back down on the rack to her left hand side. She throbbed like a badly struck bell and everything was starting to spin and seem sparkly with darkness at the edges.

“I am within a hair of passing out Ratchet. Please do not allow me to hit the ground….”

She was falling and unconscious. Ratchet was reaching but he calculated that there was an over eighty nine percent chance of him missing, and a ninety eight percent chance of her fall further exacerbating her present injuries when she struck the paved floor of his medical hanger.

The Seeker did not miss. Talons that normally would have been damaging to the human were instead gentle and careful. The female Decepticon medic was lifted and placed carefully on the portion of the Seeker’s chest that was just above his canopy near his throat. This was a supremely vulnerable spot. It conveyed more then any expression from a vocalizer that the Seeker trusted the human absolutely.

“Is there anything you can do for her Autobot Medic?”

“No Seeker I can not do much other then put some replacement bagged fluids in a drip system for her and let her body do the healing for a few days.”

“She was this badly damaged and yet she came to my aide anyway?”

“She did not hesitate. It is obvious that for once one of Hook’s assistants takes the Junior Medic rank seriously.”

“Indeed.”

~*~

Optimus Prime received Prowl’s report and sighed. Many were the humans that made perfect Decepticons just by their natures alone. He had learned this over the few years spent living on their world and dealing with what most of their society considered the most un trustworthy of all, their government officials. Yet he had not found the actions of the human female called Kalomel to be so.

When Prowl had informed him that the female was bound by fate as Prowl himself was, Optimus had revised his thoughts on what he needed to do with the Human Decepticon. He had been considering seriously the few requests he had received from various departments for her to be turned over to the humans for prosecution. However Prowl’s intel regarding her motivations had simply put the final period on the one word sentence he used to reply to the ones insisting it be so. No.

Humans treated those who had acted thusly with something more akin to their word persecution though, and he had already rejected it. All Decepticons were the sole responsibility of the Autobots to be dealt with in whatever way He saw fit and not what some generals were demanding with suspicious greed in their eyes.

“She will not likely wake up for another Earth day or so Prime. She was so severely beaten by that Lawgiver I am surprised she stayed mobile and functional long enough to repair our Seeker guest.”

“:Prime, Prowl here, I have received word from the Seekers that they would like to negotiate the return of their Medic ‘at our earliest convenience.’ I have never heard the Seekers be so polite. They are presently unaware that we have Bright Edge in custody. I think we should let the Seekers negotiate for the Medic’s return and force Megatron into being the one who exchanges for Bright Edge:”

“Megatron can’t be forced to do shit Mr. Prime Sir and you are well enough aware of that. You have known him longer then there has been an Earth after all. Even I know better and I have known him for a little over a week now.”

“Apparently you underestimated this small femme Ratchet.”

“No one knows what I can do until its already done, not even me. Big surprise Ratchet’s just as clueless as the rest of us. I would like to be drugged out of my mind and left to sleep till my ribs knit back together though. They sure as hell are broken. I can tell more so now that the swelling is finished being so puffed up.”

“You will require a week before they stabilize with my advanced stims and supplemental formulas. If you wish to sleep for eighteen hours out of your normal twenty four hour days each cycle I for one would be glad. So often my patients do not comply with my command that they rest.”

“Unlike them Ratchet ,I know I am very super extremely mortal as can be. I have kissed death on the mouth more then once. This was just the latest in the shitscapades that are my life.”

“Fate’s children are the most burdened of all. I have many times had to treat Prowl for the various injuries he has sustained in his own ‘shitscapades’ as you so charmingly call them. I for one am not going to make your tasks any more difficult then they are already.”

“That just leaves whither I am going to pass out again and wake up in Guantanamo bay or not then I can rest. So Mr. Prime Sir?”

“The humans requested it. I told them no. I suspect that you out of all Decepticons do not wish to make me rethink my decision in this matter.”

“No Sir.”

“I did not think that you would. Is the binding of fate why they wished to have you so much?”

“Oh I’d say so. Government flunkies are usually shot on sight back home for a reason Mr. Prime Sir.”

“My dealings with them so far have suggested that the gut reaction to them is that way for a reason.”

“Because they are ‘Horrendously epic pains in the aft!’ like Sky says all the time.”

Optimus Prime chuckled before becoming gravely serious again in a flash.

“Obey Ratchet’s as well as Prowl’s directives while you are here in our custody and nothing ill will befall you while I stand to prevent it. Take Ratchet’s first directive now human and return to your rest. You may stay with the Seeker for now if it will calm you both.”

“Yes. Thank you.”

Optimus watched as the seeker carefully enfolded the femme by draping a hand over the small amount of space she took up on the large arial mech’s chest. He could detect her breathing, which had become labored, though she had hidden her reaction to his command presence well, and it was now the breathing he had come to associate with Samuel Witwicky being well cared for and sheltered by Bumblebee. Complete trust and safety between the both of them, with no fear remaining at all.
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