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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s Note: Again, I hope this chapter delivers! A little nervous about it but keeping my fingers crossed. As a side note, migraine's gone, YAY!
Chapter Ninety-One: Sunny’s Surliness
“Um… Ratchet? Are you going to untie me?” Jazz whined from where he was struggling on the examination table.
“Nope,” Ratchet announced rather cheerfully.
“What? You don’t trust me?” Jazz looked up at the other mech from his upside down position and pulled his most pitiful expression in his arsenal.
Ratchet let out a snort. “As far as I can throw you,” he said flatly. “Now hold still!”
Jazz stared at the small scanner that Ratchet held in his hands and quickly inched his way to the other side of the table. “Don’t you think you should get the bullets out of me first?”
Ratchet stared at the silver mech searchingly. “I have to make sure that it’s safe to do so,” Ratchet told him slowly. “In case they’re close to anything vital. I can’t just yank them out.” Ratchet frowned. “You know that.”
“Yeah but…” Jazz desperately tried to come up with a plan that would delay the inevitable, at least for a little while longer at least but it was too late. Ratchet was already going over him with the scanner. “Slag…”
Ratchet, meanwhile was looking over the scan with a serious optic, taking in the position of each of the small human bullets and where they had settled themselves in Jazz’s body after he had shifted out of car mode. Thankfully their armor were thicker than anything on Earth and the bullets didn’t penetrate too far in. “Well, it doesn’t look like they’re near anything vital…” he began.
“See! I’m fine! Now untie me!”
Ratchet glanced down at his patient with a dark look. “Behave,” he growled and Jazz sighed in defeat. Seeing that his patient wasn’t about to go anywhere, Ratchet turned back to the scanner. “Well, aside from the bullets, I would say that everything looks to be in order.”
“Really?”
Ratchet glanced at the smaller mech. That ‘really’ sounded just too hopeful, and Ratchet was instantly suspicious. “Well as far as I can tell…” he began as he looked back down at the pad. He trailed off however as something finally caught his eye. “Wait… what is this?” There was a groan from the examination table but Ratchet ignored him as he wandered over towards the windows to see better. “There seems to be something in your system.”
“Or maybe the scanners defective!” Jazz said quickly. “Maybe you should just go grab another one from your hanger?”
“No wait…” Ratchet frowned as he took the stylist pen and zoomed in on the image. “I don’t think that this is broken but there is something there.”
“One of those great mysteries of the world, huh? Can I go now?”
Ratchet frowned as he looked down at the other mech. “Hang on. This could be serious,” Ratchet told him. “I think I’m going to have to take a look.”
“No you don’t!” Jazz said quickly.
Ratchet quickly looked up at Jazz again, his suspicions growing. “Jazz… what aren’t you telling me?” he demanded to know firmly.
Jazz looked up at the medic innocently. “What? Why would I keep secrets from you old buddy, old pal?”
Ratchet frowned. “That’s what I want to know.” It was at this moment that Jazz’s visor, in his upside down position suddenly slipped out of place. Jazz scrambled to try and push it back down with his shoulder but the damage had already been done. “What the slag?” Ratchet cried out as he took Jazz’s head between his hands and flipped the visor open. “What in the world happened to your optics?”
Jazz let out a nervous chuckle. “Would you believe it was a souvenir from my trip to the underworld?”
Ratchet frowned. “This is no time to joke Jazz,” he growled as he quickly pulled over his toolbox and flipped the lid open. “I have to see what’s going on with you! You could be damaged and not even know it! What if you’re infected with something?”
“That’s what I’m afraid of…” Jazz moaned.
“Oh get over your dramatics and hold still,” Ratchet snapped and quickly cut the cables holding Jazz into place. “You aren’t going to run or I get Ironhide to sit on you.”
Jazz quickly wrapped his arms around himself as if shielding himself somehow. “No, no. I’ll behave,” he muttered forlornly.
“Good,” Ratchet nodded. “Now let’s take a look at you,” he said as he pulled out a large medical tool. It kind of looked like an oversized hairdryer but Jazz slumped even further at its appearance. Ratchet took no notice of Jazz’s unhappy look as he took the cord and plugged it into the data pad. “Okay Jazz, I need you to stand up and hold out your arms.”
“Don’t wanna,” Jazz muttered but he slipped off the table regardless and did as he was told.
“Oh this should take too long,” Ratchet said soothingly as he started waving the hairdryer back and forth over Jazz, starting at his head and working his way down. He made a long sweep of Jazz’s head and chest area, keeping an eye on the picture on the screen before he went lower.
Ratchet froze staring down at the small data pad in complete stunned disbelief. “I don’t believe this…” he whispered in shock.
Jazz frowned and tried to lean over to see the image for himself when he was suddenly grabbed and just thrown down on the medical table. “Um… You could have just asked me to lie down you know,” Jazz quipped but Ratchet was completely ignoring him as he made another sweep with the hairdryer looking thing. Again the same image appeared as he waved the nozzle over Jazz’s midsection.
“This can’t be right!” he said more to himself than to Jazz. “It just can’t be possible! We don’t have the necessary components for this to happen!”
“For what to happen?” Jazz asked nervously. “Ratchet… you’re scaring me here buddy. What’s wrong with me? Is it really that bad? I mean, I thought there might be something but…”
Ratchet gasped as he heard this and he whirled around. “JAZZ! If you knew about this…!” he trailed off threatening.
“I didn’t!” Jazz yelped in surprise. “I mean I don’t. I have absolutely no clue what you’re talking about! What are you freaking out about?”
Ratchet stared at the other mech in surprise as he heard the sincerity in Jazz’s voice. “Then you don’t know about this?” He pointed to the screen where a dark shape could be seen.
“NO! I have no idea what you’re talking about!” Jazz bellowed before his tone suddenly dropped and took on a fearful note. “But… But you can’t just come back from the dead and not have a few bugs in the system, right? I mean… I know that I haven’t been my normal self for a while. I’ve been feeling really odd lately and I don’t just mean physically! I mean I turned down Prowl the other night! ME! I turned him away when he wanted to merge! I never turn him away!”
Ratchet looked startled. “Well… then that explains why he’s been so snappish lately,” he mused.
Jazz let out a bitter laugh. “I know, right. He’s been cranky and has been taking his frustration out on poor Soundwave, who didn’t do anything.”
“But Jazz,” Ratchet set his hand on the other mechs shoulders supportively. “Why didn’t you tell anyone you’ve been feeling wrong? You could have at least come to me.”
“I know that Ratchet,” Jazz replied softly bringing up his own hand to cover Ratchet’s. “I knew that there could be something wrong with me but… but I didn’t… I couldn’t have everyone looking at me with pity.” Ratchet gaped as he looked down at his friend in surprise while Jazz dropped his head into his hands. “I just wanted everything to go back to normal.”
Ratchet hesitated a moment before he finally stepped forward and placed his arms around Jazz’s shoulders and pulled the mech into a hug, setting Jazz’s head on his shoulder and allowing his long time friend to lean on him. “Jazz… why didn’t you tell anyone you felt like this?”
“Because I shouldn’t!” Jazz insisted. “I know that you guys are all my friends but I was worried you would treat me differently! I mean, I died and met Primus and then he sent me back… I just thought that you guys would be mad at me or something.”
“Jazz, we could never be mad at you,” Ratchet gasped as he pulled back and took Jazz’s head in his hands, staring down into the two different color optics. “You’re our friend.”
“I know,” Jazz murmured. “I know it’s stupid and doesn’t make any sense but… but I was just afraid.” He made a small gesture to his optics. “When Prowl saw these, he flipped out and I was worried that everyone would.”
Ratchet stared at his friend’s optics. “Well I must say it’s a bit startling at first,” Jazz’s shoulders slumped and Ratchet smiled softly, “but you manage to pull them off quite nicely.”
Jazz looked up at Ratchet with bright optics before a grin lit his face. “I do, don’t I?”
Ratchet chuckled. “I doubt that Sunstreaker would be able to pull it off.”
“With that yellow complexion of his? Gold would clash horribly!”
Ratchet chuckled along with his friend before he suddenly broke off, his optics brightening with surprise. “I don’t believe it,” he murmured and now Jazz was turning to him with confusion.
“Don’t believe what?” Jazz asked with a small frown.
“I just don’t believe it but it makes sense…” Ratchet murmured as he began pacing, deep in thought. “I don’t know why I didn’t suspect something like this before. All the symptoms fit.”
“Ratchet? Buddy? You going to let me in on the little secret here?” But Ratchet didn’t seem to hear him as he whirled around and ran over to the computer. “Well can you at least tell me if I’m going to live?” Jazz shouted after him.
Ratchet surprised Jazz as he suddenly threw back his head and laughed. “Oh we’re going to live all right! All of us!” he turned to smile over at Jazz. “I think Primus had a plan all along!”
“You mean he did do something to me?” Jazz yelped as he jumped off the bed and began pacing himself. “That rat!”
Ratchet just laughed again. “Don’t worry Jazz. I don’t think you’re alone in this…”
Jazz glanced over at Ratchet puzzled. “What? What do you mean? You don’t think he did something to Sam, do you?”
“No,” Ratchet shook his head. “But if my theory is correct.” Jazz gave up on trying figuring out what Ratchet was laughing about and began pacing again as Ratchet sat down at the main computer and hit some keys. “Thank Primus Red installed an intercom,” the medic chuckled as he reached for the microphone.
“So how’d it go?” Barricade demanded as Bumblebee made his way over with Sam and the others in his hands. Barricade instantly held out his own hand and ‘Bee allowed Mikaela to move from where she sat crammed with Miles to Barricade’s empty palm.
“I did get to speak to Primus,” Sam whispered as he glanced over at where the other mechs were still arguing to see if any of them were listening.
Barricade looked down at the human. “And…?” Sam just shook his head and Barricade slumped in defeat. “Slag it.”
“Exactly,” Bumblebee sighed.
Rumble and Frenzy looked over in askance from where they were standing beside Ravage and Soundwave and Barricade shook his head. Both ‘Cons instantly deflated and Frenzy it seemed looked on the verge of shutting down. Ravage quickly herded the two other ‘Cons to their position and Rumble looked up at ‘Bee. “Is there no hope?” he asked quietly.
“He said there was nothing he could do,” Sam told him gently, “but he did say that everything was going to work out alright.”
“How?” Ravage hissed angrily. “How in the world can we fix this?”
“I don’t know what he meant,” Sam shrugged. “He didn’t have time to explain it.”
“What does that mean?” Barricade demanded, glancing down at Mikaela for an explanation.
“We were almost caught,” she admitted with a small frown.
“What?” Barricade hissed as he turned to Bumblebee. “Who did we miss?”
“OPTIMUS PRIME! THERE YOU ARE!”
Bumblebee groaned as Perceptor quickly made his way over to the group. “Him.” Barricade shook his head as they watched the scientist push himself in between Inferno and Prowl.
“Thank Primus! I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” Perceptor exclaimed as he made his way to Optimus.
“Perceptor, we’re kind of in the middle of something here,” Prowl stated with a frown, a bit annoyed by the interuption.
Perceptor actually smiled at him. “Trust me! You’ll want to hear this!”
“Perceptor, I don’t think now is such a good time,” Optimus began when suddenly there was a static screech that echoed through the compound.
“-Sunstreaker! I need you in the med-bay, STAT!-” Ratchet’s voice suddenly boomed over the intercom. “-And don’t even think about disobeying!-”
Sunny looked up as his name was bellowed out of the intercom. “What in the world does he want with me?” he demanded with a quick glance at Sideswipe.
Sides instantly lost his look of happiness at the interruption and quickly schooled it into one of concern, “We won’t know until we get there, will we? At least we’ll be getting out of this hanger,” he said as he stood up. He held out a hand towards his mate. “Coming?”
Sunny frowned but decided to let it go as he took the offered hand and stood up. “Let’s go brave the world,” he sighed.
“That’s the spirit,” Sides chirped as he opened the doors. He looked up at the two birds who were still situated on the roof of the building across from them. “We’re off to the med bay!”
Sunny gave Side a long look while the two birds stared down at them in surprise. “What are you telling them for?” he demanded with a frown.
Sides just shrugged. “Seemed the polite thing to do.” Sunny shook his head and took the lead as they made their way to the main hanger, the birds following behind them curiously.
“Oh thank Primus,” Ironhide whimpered before he gained his composure. “So Judy, shall we go find out what’s happening.
Judy just frowned as Ratchet’s voice faded though the compound. “Well, it’s about time he figured it out,” she muttered.
Ironhide tilted his head as he stared down at the woman. “What?”
“Nothing,” Judy sighed as she stepped up into the offered hand. She shot the mech a sharp look. “However, don’t think that we’re done with this conversation.” Ironhide’s groan was drowned out by the rumble of the door.
The group of mechs gathered at the runway all gawked as the radio clicked off. “What do you suppose that’s all about?” Blaster asked aloud, startling the others our of their own surprise.
“I don’t know, but I want to know why Ratchet thinks it’s a good idea to use my emergency broadcast system to summon his patients,” Red Alert growled.
“What is he doing anyway?” Optimus asked as he turned to Wheeljack curiously.
“Last I saw, he was after Jazz,” Wheeljack shrugged.
“And he caught him,” Inferno drawled. “Why Red and I came back early.”
“But why in the world would he actually call Sunny to his med bay?” Red stated with a thoughtful frown. “It doesn’t make sense.”
“So lets go find out!” Blaster chirped, already turning.
“Indeed,” Optimus nodded as he made his way after the communications ‘Bot.
“What?” Perceptor gasped as the big rig began walking away. “But I really need to speak with you!”
Prowl watched the group go before he turned to glare at Soundwave and Barricade. “Do not even begin to presume that this is over with,” he snarled before he turned and followed the others, Inferno sending them a dark glare as well as he threw a protective arm around Red’s shoulders and followed the others.
Soundwave ignored them as he turned to Barricade and the others. “Well?” he demanded. He looked down at Frenzy and was dismayed to find him leaning against Rumble as if he couldn’t stand on his own.
Barricade stepped forward. “He said he couldn’t help us himself,” he told his friend gently.
“But he did say that it was going to be alright,” Sam put in quickly. “Though, I wasn’t sure what he meant by that.”
Soundwave sighed as he turned to Sam as they followed the others at a slower pace. “No, you did do your best,” he said. “I thank you Sam.”
Barricade chuckled. “Ladiesman217 is an amazing Earthling.”
Sam groaned as even Bumblebee was snickering. “I really wish you would stop calling me that,” he moaned.
“But it suits you so well,” Barricade chuckled.
“What in world is going on around here?”
Everyone turned surprised to find Hound and Bluestreak approaching. “We could hear Ratchet all the way out in the desert,” Will announced from where he and Epps were seated in Bluestreak’s hands.
“That’s what we’re all trying to figure out,” Barricade told him.
“WILL! THANK PRIMUS YOUR BACK!” Everyone turned as Ironhide quickly made his way over. “I mean, ah, catch anything?”
Will glanced at the ‘Bot puzzled as he saw that Ironhide had Judy with him and the woman was shooting him a rather pointed stare. “Um, few cat fish,” he replied slowly, a bit thrown off by the woman’s staring.
There was a chuckle from Bumblebee. “Now there’s something we didn’t see coming; a Hound catching cats.”
“Ha, ha. Very funny,” Hound frowned at him as he reached out to take Judy while Bluestreak handed Will over to Ironhide.
“What are we, hot potatoes?” Sam chuckled as he watched everyone getting shuffled around from mech to mech.
“What?” Judy looked over at him confused.
“Nothing,” Sam shook his head as they reached the main hanger along with everyone else. It seemed that the twins were rather hesitant to go in however as Sunny looked at the closed door with loathing.
“Well?” Ironhide drawled as they approached. “Aren’t you going in?” Sunny frowned at the small jibe before he straightened and firmly knocked on the door.
Ratchet looked up from his latest scan of Jazz, his ninth one so far, at the sound. “Ah, that must be Sunny.”
Jazz frowned as he watched Ratchet head for the door. “Why do you need him anyway?”
“Like I said, I have a theory,” Ratchet chuckled as he opened the door. His grin quickly dropped at the sight before him. “What the slag? I wanted Sunny, not the entire base!”
“Sorry Ratchet,” Optimus chuckled, “but unfortunately curiosity got the better of us.”
“And now you can leave,” Ratchet frowned as he snagged Sunny and hauled him into the hanger, much to the Lambo’s frustration.
“Does this mean that you’re done with Jazz?” Prowl asked abruptly. Ratchet chuckled as he heard the anticipation there and realized what it was that the mech was hoping for.
“Sorry, but I’m still looking him over.” Ratchet glanced around the group before his optics brightened. “Red! I didn’t know you were back too! I need you to see you too!”
“ME?” Red yelped in surprise. “What do you need me for?”
But Ratchet had already snagged him as well and shoved him into the hanger after Sunny. Ratchet turned back to the others. “Thank you all for your concern, I can take it from here,” and with that, Ratchet promptly slammed the door shut once again.
The whole group just stared at the closed doors for a moment. “That was new,” Sideswipe muttered. “Usually he wants us to stay as far away from his med bay as possible.”
“Indeed,” Optimus chuckled before he turned back to the group. “Well, since the main hanger is off limits, why don’t you tell us about your fishing trip?” he asked Hound.
“He went after cats, what’s to tell?” Barricade drawled.
“’Cade!” Bumblebee hissed.
“What? It’s the truth!”
Soundwave shot his friend a disbelieving look as Sam just rolled his eyes and sighed. “Honestly.”
Hound and Bluestreak began telling the other mechs about the wonders of fishing with explanations by Steve and Ron at the more puzzling parts. Bluestreak showed off his catch with a flourish and was about to say more when there was a sudden shout from the hanger and Prowl’s optics went bright. “JAZZ!”
“Okay Ratchet, you wanted us, you got us. Now what’s going on?” Sunny demanded as he frowned at the medic once the door was firmly closed.
“And just where do you get off using my emergency intercom?” Red huffed as he followed the other mech further into the building. “That’s to keep everyone on the base informed of critical information!”
“Oh I just borrowed it,” Ratchet huffed as he snagged Sunny and quickly shoved him down to sit next to Jazz.
Sunny frowned at the mistreatment before he glanced over at Jazz who was actually rather subdued. He quickly took notice of his changed optic. “What happened to you?”
Jazz jerked in surprise as he realized that he still hadn’t pulled down his visor and now both Red and Sunny were staring at him curiously. “Er… Primus,” was all he said and he waited to see how the two would react.
Red amazingly just nodded in understanding as Sunny turned back to the front. “Well it looks funny,” was all the Lambo said.
Jazz stared at him in disbelief before engulfing the mech in a rather large hug. “Thank you.”
“What the slag? Get off me man.” Sunny shoved the mech off only to have himself grabbed and pulled once again off the table.
“Now just stand still,” Ratchet murmured as he once again picked up the hairdryer thing. He didn’t even start at the top he just waved it at Sunny’s midsection. “I don’t believe it!” he gasped.
“What? What’s going on?” Sunny now seemed really nervous as Ratchet just stared down at the data pad. “Is there a virus going around or something?”
“Or something…” Ratchet muttered.
“What? What is it?” Sunny yelped as he wrestled the data pad out of Ratchets hands. “What in the world is this dark shape?” Sunny demanded as he stared down at the screen.
Jazz looked over Sunny’s shoulders and gasped as he saw the image. “That’s bigger than the one on mine.”
“WHAT?” Sunny stared at the other mech before he whirled back around to face Ratchet. “What the slag is going on? How did you know I would have this… whatever it is?”
Ratchet just snatched the data pad back out of Sunny’s hands and frowned at him. “Obviously,” he said in frustration, “because you’ve been with Sideswipe longer than Jazz has been with Prowl.”
“What?” Jazz looked over at his friend utterly confused. “I’ve been Aligned to Prowl a heck of a lot longer than Sunny to Sides.”
Ratchet sighed. “Yes but they’ve been on Earth together longer. You only came back last month so it stands to reason that it’s a month old while Sunny’s is about three months by my calculations.”
“I’ve been infected for three months?” Sunny yelped.
“But what does Prowl and Sides have to do with this?” Jazz demanded before he gained a look of alarm. “Are they infected too?”
Ratchet huffed. “More like the cause of it,” he muttered as he turned to Red and did another scan. He frowned as the screen showed up blank and he glanced up at Red. “You haven’t been perhaps denying Inferno since he got here, have you?”
“WHAT?” Red yelped as he reared back away from the medic. “How is it any of your business?”
“Yeah Ratchet. What’s with all the invasive questions about our marriages?” Jazz demanded doggedly, determined to get to the bottom of the medic’s cryptic words before the day was out.
“And why is it that you only wanted to see the ones on the base who are Aligned?” Sunny asked with a small frown.
Ratchet turned to look at them with a small smirk. “Because only the Aligned couples would merge and I’m thinking that that’s the only way for you two to have ended up pregnant.”
Sunny and Red just stared at Ratchet, completely baffled by the new word but Jazz gaped in disbelief. Ratchet watched amused as the small saboteur suddenly jumped up to actually stand on the examining table. “PROWL! GET YOUR AFT IN HERE!”
Ratchet just sighed as the doors banged open and the masses poured in. “Well… things most definitely just got interesting around here. I don’t think there’s anyone who can top this one.”
-To Be Continued
Author's Note: FINALLY! It took us how long to get to this point? -sigh- Well I hope this made sense! Please join us next time for chapter Ninty Two: Oh Baby!
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