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MINE	By : nerofemmebot Category: S through Z > Transformers (Movie Only) > Transformers (Movie Only) Views: 1817 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: i dont own transformers and do not gain any profit from this story except for joy~...or starscream would be in his rightfull place....under megatron ;3

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With his all his sensors on edge, Wheelie jumped at the slightest of sounds and every change in air-pressure or shift in lighting.
A whisper of wheels on the hard concrete floor made him stiffen with attention.
At the Base, the Autobots were not normally in their vehicle modes, and the sound alerted the little ex-con.
Small as he was, he was sure that he would not be seen, if he hid in the shadows, and silently climbed down from the berth to futher locate the source of the sound, and perhaps alert the others.
The sound emanated from one of the adjoining corridors, most probably the Commando Corridor, and Wheelie hurried out into it, his spark burning with fear and protective worry.
Approaching slowly, the whisper of tyres against the cold floor halted for a brief moment, as if the one out there in the shadows listened for something, and Wheelie froze in mid motion, careful not to make any sounds.
After a while, the one out there in the darkness moved forth once more.
Sensing the change in pressure and currents of air, the sound in the corridor
the sound in the corridor changing from a long stretch to a compact, dry darkness, the small machine knew that what ever moved in there, was very close, very large, and passed him with mere inches to go, and that this someone was not a "something" but indeed, a "someone". A Cybertronian. Non sentient machines could not move as silently as their sentient "cousins".
Holding his breath from venting, the small ex-con felt the energy within him burn with fear. Trying to discretely sense the other's vital signature, he noticed with alarm he was unable to detect it, and tried harder, letting his sensors try to pick up any trace of the other's person.
Still nothing.
Letting out a small sigh of exasperation, immediately regretting his mistake, Wheelie froze in place, and when nothing happened, he tried to turn back out into the med-bay, being forced to hurry past the other Cybertronian moving in the corridor.
If he could just get there before the nameless one, he knew he only had to hurry into the inner room just next to the med-bay, where Ratchet and Bumblebee sat, working or lounging, keeping night watch.
Passing the massive body in the darkness once more without nothing happening, Wheelie felt relief flood his being at the sight of the corridor end, and the faint island of light illuminating the small sleeping form of his human friend.

It was then, when he, in his eagerness to help, expected it the least but should have been at his highest guard, he forgot that, in the light coming from the only lit lamp in the room, he was now fully visible to the one behind him.

It was over swiftly, silently and painlessly, and the pityful remains of the poor salvage scrap drone were found by the Base's perimiter fence the next afternoon.
*laying limp i remained asleep my body exhuasted from the residual pain*
"We have to move her to a safer location!"
"She's still too weak, she needs to remain in the sick-bay."
The hushed down voices of the Autobot leader and the medic arose and fell in the vast echoing room.
Throwing his arms out, Optimus shook his head.
"Can we risk it?"
Ratchet, steadying his head in one of his servos, sighed, he too, shaking his head.
"No... and yes."
*slowly coming to i hear the words and shakily try to sit up mumbling a weak* i-im fine~ *and giving a weak smile* w-whats all the f-fuss about anyway?
Lowering himself to face Nero, the Autobot leader went down on one knee, looking straight into Nero's eyes.
"The security of this base is compromised, and you are no longer safe in this room. You will have to be moved somewhere safer."
*my eyes widen slightly and i frown the first words comming out of my mouth not when do i move or how much danger i am in but* is everyone ok? *my eyes worried about all completely disregarding my own safety*
Sighing, Optimus looked away. "No." he admitted. "We have lost Wheelie."
*my eyes widen and then i look down, my eyes full of sadness and pain as i mumble* its my fault....isnt it......*without waiting for an answer i curl up on my side curling into a tight protective ball as if shutting out the outside world. my body trembling slightly as i silently cry*
Laying a protective hand upon the trembling girl, the Prime stroked her grieveing form in an effort to calm her down.
"It is not your fault, Nero." he said softly, his voice deep and warm "he chose to protect you, and did so until his death."
*mumbles quietly to myself* i shouldnt be here....i shouldnt exist....maybe i should have just let father have what he wanted all those years ago....everyone would be better off....*is mumbling to myself lost in thought practically not even registring anyone else*

Still gently stroking her, Optimus remained by her side.
"You have been born into this world-" he said, his optics seemigly looking back in time, his calm voice holding an ancient tone, echoing throughout the room though he spoke with a hush "-not by your own choice, but by chance. You have been given life, while countless billion others have never been conceived."
Gently caressing his descendant's hair, the sentient mechanical being beheld her in sadness and pride. "Destiny is not what we are born into..." he spoke after a while
"... but rather what we ourselves create."
Still stroking her hair, he shut his optics as though he grieved.
"You may be a victim of your past experiences, but through your actions, you can turn your own destiny to healing. You make your own destiny, Nero."
*i remain quiet listening and give a soft sigh. i sit up slowly and look up at them both. uaware of how my appearence may affect others. my innoccent eyes wide but filled with years of pain i should not know. and saddness i should not feel. tears brimming and a few heavy tears escaping down my cheeks flushed with sadness. i give a small timid smile in thanks. however the way i hold myself the look in my eyes shows a broken scared and sad little girl that has never known kindness* t-thankyou....
Answering her smile, Optimus gave Ratchet a brief look which was received with a slight nod. Approaching Nero, Ratchet bent down to her eye level and gave her a fatherly smile. "I can see you are under a great deal of stress. Would you like something to relieve it?"
*i notice the look and frown faintly. blinking and looking ratchet right in the optics i frown and shake my head with a small smile* no thankyou~ ive been given nmedications that im meant to have regulary but i dont like the idea of relying on a chemical reaction.....thankyou tho....ill live~ *i smile with a slight tilt of my head*
*shes meant to be on anti depresants...strong ones. and also heart pills and blood pressure pills. shes not very well*
Nodding in response, Ratchet looked at Optimus, who spoke.
"There are other ways of relieving strong anxiety. Ways that your race have trifled with, and failed. We, however, know how to use it. It is safe, and without any harmful side-effects."
*im quiet for a moment then ask quietly* can you explain it more please? the process....what exactly it does and how? please?
i......i dont like this sort of thing normally.....
"Electroconvulsive therapy, also known as "ECT" and formerly known as electroshock, is a human psychiatric treatment in which seizures are electrically induced in anesthetized patients for therapeutic effect." Optimus explained. "Its mode of action is unknown. Today, in your world, ECT is most often recommended for use as a treatment for severe depression that has not responded to other treatment, and is also used in the treatment of mania and catatonia."
Stepping closer, Ratchet nodded. "When your race had advanced enough in technology, we decided to share some of our knowledge with a number of human scientists, to help further your world's development into a better future."
"Sadly-" Optimus chimed in "-the scientists had too little knowledge, and meddled with the science, and since then, your own methods of treatment have been... questionable, at best."
"When done by one of us-" Ratchet said "-the patient is awake."
Nodding, Optimus looked down upon his chest, where his insignia was gleaming.
"If you agree to this, all you have to do is stay close to my spark. The electromagnetic waves it induces will be adjusted to match those levels within your synapses which needs configuration, and your levels of serotonin will rise."
Ratchet nodded silently, respectfully exiting the room, leaving Nero alone with the Autobot leader. "If I am not mistaken-" the Prime spoke softly "-you have done this before, without knowing it."
*i listen attentively my eyes widening apon hearing the last part* b-before? h-how....when? *i frown tilting my head confused*
"Barricade."
*i blink confused* yeah...what about barricade?
"When you arrive, you mentioned having been close to his spark." Optimus explained.
"The effects of being close to our spark are calming. He made you feel safe, calm and at ease, did he not?" the Prime inquired.
*i blink and nod* yes...he held me close to his chasis as i slept.....
"The procedure I am offering you is exactly the same as what Barricade did." Optimus said. "Only I have never, and will never, enforce it upon any being without their consent."
*i blink and nod* o-okay~ i didnt even know he did anything~ *smiling i nod timidly* i-it sounds okay....thankyou~
"I take your words as meaning "Yes"?" the Autobot asked, offering her his hand.
*i smile and nod timidly. moving into his hand weakly, i stop and wince freezing for a moment then calm and move fully into his hand* s-sorry~ yes~ *it happened again*
"Very well." the Prime nodded, smiling gently, opening his chestplates, revealing his inner core. A bright but pleasant light shone down upon the young woman as the spark contained within his chest was freed from it's front covers.
Swerving and gyrating, the light seemed to sit in a sphere at the centre of the massive being's chest, a miniature star, pulsing and living.
"The sensation you will feel will be stronger than the one you experienced with Barricade." Optimus told the human. "Within my being, I carry not only the Spark which keeps me alive, but also a force known to our kind as "the Matrix of Leadership." The Autobot spoke. "The Matrix is what makes a Cybertronian a Prime." Optimus explained. "and before the war, the Primes were the great and revered leaders of our world. One is not born a Prime. It is a right and responsibility earned through diligence, courage and hard solidary labour."
Sighing, the mechanical being looked down at the sphere, it's bright surface swirling, twisting and gyrating within his large chest. "You have nothing to fear."
Closing the chassis again, the great Prime bent down and opened his hands.
Enveloping her in his steel and wire servos, Optimus carefully lifted the girl up into his arms, seating her comfortably upon his arm. Placing the other servo behind her back to safeguard her from falling from his grip, he let her rest against his chestplates.
*my eyes widen as i take in the briliant blue ball of pure energy, noding silently i take in this information and once picked up i rest my head gently against the massive mechs chestplates. i sit quietly trying to ignore inner turmoil which always seems to be ongoing*
A slight vibration rippled through the metal frame of the Autobot leader, and a quiet, low frequency humming resonated deep from behind his armour. Slowly caressing his descendant's long onyx tresses, silken beneath his mechanical fingers, Optimus closed a gentle hand behind Nero's head and shut his optics. Concentrating on detecting her synaptic levels, scanning deep within her for the inbalances that caused her so much pain and distress, he moved his ancient mind from the soft velvet of her skin, through the thin protective shell of her skull, past the vital encasing of the meninges- membranes which enveloped her central nervous system and deep into the living vibrant labyrinth of synapses of her brain.
His spark and matrix combined still humming in a deep note, preparing to release the healing energy into the human, Optimus kept searching, gently scanning the frail being for chemical imbalances and misfiring electric impulses.
A slight tremble moved through his massive frame when he located the imbalances.
Many of them, they spread like a spider's web through part of her cerebral structure, impeeding her normal behaviour. Not cancerous, but still dangerous enough, it was much to take in for the Prime, who steadied himself against what he knew would come. This was the moment of merging, and he knew it would be painful.
Painful, but neccesary.
If he was to truly help her, calm her down, at least for the moment, and some hours into the future, he had to embrace her pain, make it his own, envelop it and draw it into himself to destroy it. Only then could he let the power from his spark and matrix enter her to begin the healing process.
Bracing himself, knowing the sensation if her strong imbalances would be much stronger than that of others he had aided, he prepared his mind for what was to come.
The impact of it felt, even to him, like being slammed into the ground by a powerful detonation, and he embraced it, head on, unwavering.
When the waves of pain had dissapated, and the energy of her misfiring synapses was consumed and evaporated, Optimus let the spinning flow of energy stream into her being from the center of his chest, and from the fingertips of his steel hands.
*i shiver faintly as i feel the strong thrumming of the ancient spark mere inches away. the prime was right. i feel safe, secure protected and calm in the hold. slowly i feel the pain remove itself giving my mind surprising clarity to the point its almost overwhelming. shivering alittle i contemplate on why what hes doing feels so similar yet so different. yes i feel such peace and calm but many of the feelings i felt while pressed against the decepticons chasis are absent. idly i wonder what they are and hope and prey that if what the autobots and wheelie keep saying about baricade are true that the emotions are not what i think they are. i slowly draw a hand up and wipe my cheek feeling a small tear the only sign of my thoughts of the black mech. smiling timidly but no longer with pain or sadness i look up at the prime and smile* thankyou optimus~
Smiling down at the human girl, the Autobot leader kept her in his hands and made his way to leave the med-bay, intent on providing Nero with a safer lodging.
With some mere steps to go before he exited the room, a distant explosion could be heard, resounding like irate waves crashing down onto a lighthouse during a hurricane. Moments later, Bumblebee followed by Enthropia speeded into the room via the command-tunnel, hurrying towards Optimus.
"We are under attack!" Enthropia called out, as another detonation shook the complex, making the floor totter beneath their feet.
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