The Times of Life: Prologue
A little multi-chapter fic I've been working on; though bear in mind it's a WIP.
Title: The Times of Life
Chapter: Prologue
Fandom: Transformers (Movies)
Disclaimer: I do not any of the characters but I do own the plot bunny. Transformers does not belong to me although I wish it did.
Pairings: Ratchet/Sam
Rating: PG 13 for now but may become NC-17 later.
Summery: A life changing event that leaves Sam helpless and depressed where only a certain CMO can bring him comfort; or so he really hopes since it is his secret love...
Please leave a comment on this; it is slow work and a lot of research but I thank you for reading.
Time stood still: bringing with it the absolute fear and pain that was instilled into his vulnerable body and fragile heart. The sickening crack he heard as he sprawled against the rock confirmed, his worst fear. He felt darkness aground him; hazel eyes fading with exuberant life.
"Sam! Get up Sam!" A voice demanded, but Sam was so tired. All his mind kept repeating was that he must reach Optimus...
Freakin' Primes; being so merciless only to test whether he was worthy of receiving the Matrix of Leadership. He rasped a Cybertronian curse word as he took a painful breath; his lungs burning with the effort. What did he ever do to deserve this pain. He tried so desperately to move except his legs refused to obey him. No mater how hard he tried they did not move; they felt numb. So with given determination and hidden strength he dragged himself the last few meters and with great difficulty clambered up Optimus' dead frame and thrust the Matrix of Leadership into the empty spark chamber beneath his fingers.
A mechanical gasp resounded through the air as dull grey optics sparked with bright blue; kind and compassionate. Sam gave a weak smile as Optimus gently put him out of harms way and said in a voice only he could hear.
"You came for me boy." Sam gave a tired smile as he collapsed on the golden sand. Losing feeling everywhere until the sharp spasms of pain shot through his spine. The pain so intense his vision fading fast into disoriented pain and inevitable blackness that clouded his now sluggish mind and heartbeat.
"Ratchet! Help!" The Autobot Leader yelled frantically as his minimal medical scanners started beeping with warnings. He was relieved as an answering ping was sent his way along with the heavy footsteps of the resident CMO.
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Sam struggled to regain his focus. He felt the large metallic hands of Ratchet very gently pick him up from where he was laying helplessly on the golden sands of the Egyptian desert.
"Sam stay with me please." Ratchet pleaded with him and Sam tried his best only to feel dazed at the strange sensation overwhelming him as he was nestled in the Hummer Rescue Unit's gentle servo.
"C-can't..." He pleaded with the yellow and red Autobot; the pain was just too much. He could feel his conscious fade with the sights and sounds around him. Feeling guilt settle over his heart painfully; he didn't want to leave the loving feeling behind which was surrounding him wholly and drifting from a distressed Ratchet.
"No Sam! Please stay with me." Ratchet cried out. Panic lancing through his spark as his scans whirred to life desperately trying to stem the dangers of the slow heartbeat and the broken spinal chord. His vast medical knowledge calculating the irreversible damage.
He finally managed to stabilize Sam as the battle winded down; processors aching as he knew Sam was never going to be able to walk again. He felt guilty and believed it was somehow his burden to bear.
"Damage report Ratchet." Optimus inquired as he walked towards the distraught Medic, who he knew was fighting his own emotions to help Sam. Optimus observed his young charge's still form resting in Ratchet's capable servos.
"Everyone seemed to survive with minor injuries except those I could not save." Ratchet declared in a subdued voice. The loss of fellow comrades fresh in all those present's processors and mind. Optimus flinched slightly as he felt the emotions roll off of his Chief Medical Officer. It was painful and saturated with guilt.
"Ratchet..." Optimus tried to offer comfort only to have his servo shaken from a trembling shoulder plate.
"No Optimus it will not be alright; I can do nothing further for Sam. I failed him; he will not bounce back from this. He will never walk again." Was Ratchet's somber news and Optimus was stunned silent at the Hummer's words...
"What! WHAT DO YOU MEAN!" An enraged voice startled Ratchet out of his processors. Mikeala; the girl with ulterior motives was enraged at the news whilst the parents mourned the news. Ratchet felt rage build inside him.
"I cannot deal with this slag now!" Ratchet announced as he walked away; the unconscious Sam tucked safely against his spark chamber. Feeling the need to protect Sam from Mikeala and her wrath. Knowing personally how sensitive Sam was...
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Sam was confused as he woke up; something was out of place. His mind was trying to reestablish where he was when his memory shouted at him that he had to run. He had to help Optimus now!
"Optimus!" Sam shouted; voice ragged with little use as panic seemed to shoot through him. He wanted to move; run and complete his task only his legs felt like dead weights and the more frustrated he got the more panic shot through him. He could feel the tears of frustration spring into his eyes as an angered sob rasped through his vocal chords .
"No, no, no, no, please no." He stuttered; eyes frantically looking for Optimus and his heart reaching out for Ratchet. Somehow seeking comfort only the CMO could bring. He couldn't move his legs; his back hurt and he felt so lost. He didn't know what to do: somehow knowing that something profound had happened. Tears, unbidden, rolled uselessly down his cheeks as he tried to stand up again...
"Samuel please calm down." Ratchet pleaded as he heard the boys desperate whines of slow building fear and dominating frustration. He watched with concerned optics as he detected the first signs of shock settling over Sam. Clicking, warbles and comforting keens traveled through the room as Ratchet tried to calm Sam. After several minutes Sam seemed to regain his senses; Ratchet got ready to relay the news of the damage Sam's body sustained mere days ago.
"Feeling a bit better now?" Ratchet inquired as he moved towards the berth that Ratchet had constructed just for Sam after refusing to relinquish his patient to the human medics.
"W-w-what h-happened?" Sam managed to ask between distressed sounds. Grateful that Ratchet's comforting presence was less than a meter away. A wary sigh cycled through the CMO's air vents as he leaned down as close to Sam as possible; breaching himself for the guilt he knew was going try cloud his emotional processor.
"Sam you died," Ratchet help up a finger to silence the outburst he knew was coming. "Let me finish, Sam."
"You flat lined for 5 minutes and 17 second. However; before you died the blast from Megatron's main weapon forced great damage to your body. Several broken ribs, bruises, cuts but the largest amount of damage was to your spinal chord and the nerves connected to it. Ratchet cringed at the clinical tone that spilled from his vocal processor.
"Ratchet what do you mean?" Sam asked. Apprehension building through his veins.
"Sam I've tried everything I could; but the damage to your spine was to extensive. You will be paralyzed from your waist down." Ratchet guiltily told Sam. The silence his words brought was almost unbearable. He monitored Sam's vitals and immediately picked up on great distress. Ratchet felt his spark ache at the pain filled tears that painted the boy's cheeks.
"I'm so sorry." Ratchet mumbled guiltily; no longer able to stop himself. Ratchet gently picked up the distraught Sam and held him close to his spark to offer some comfort he knew Sam was going to need. Soft cooing sounds spilled forth to calm the fragile creature in his arms. The road ahead was going to be filed with many obstacles...
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