OLOBA: The Light was Yellow, Sir (36)
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Title: OLOBA: The Light Was Yellow, Sir (36)
Characters: Movieverse, couple G1 Char. Mikaela, Jazz, Frenzy, OC (Malena Banes), Ensemble
Rating: R for violence, bad driving, cussing, and some ‘interspecies erotica’
Disclaimer: Not responsible for readers spewing stuff on thier screens, keyboards, or family members whilst readin' this fic. And I still don’t own anything but Lena and Hammond (except his name haha). Not TF, not any movies I quote, songs I butcher, videogames, car models, coffee brands, nothing.
Summary: Shit's about to hit the fan in the semi-comfortable life of the Banes sisters, and nobody is safe.
Author Notes: I know nothing of American hospitals except what I see on TV, and I know nothing about medicine. As I've stated many times before, I make this shit up, I am too lazy to do research, and most damages are relatively unique to someone who hangs out with giant alien robots anyway... so suspend disbelief and logic and just enjoy the story. Sorry guys for the delays. And I'm not expecting things to slow down any time soon. I hope I can keep SOME momentum on this fic
34: http://cazcatharsis.livejournal.com/143690.html
35: http://cazcatharsis.livejournal.com/148655.html
Chapter 36
Frenzy scaled the ladder and took position on the roof of the dilapidated warehouse across the street from the Banes residence, waiting for the moment when he could have the perfect view of... whatever would happen. He himself didn't know what the results of his vengeance would be. Death? Dismemberment? A slight and unsatisfying singe? Whatever the consequences, Frenzy wanted an unspoiled view, so he could record it for Barricade. That, and why miss the fun by leaving? Even the rain couldn't dampen his spirits.
He found a nook near a protruding air duct and made himself comfortable. It would make a great place to duck behind if someone was looking, and if he was spotted, from the street it would be a decent escape route, coming out on the other side of the building to the ground. He couldn't have created a better place to watch the show.
He didn't have to wait long before he heard the telltale rumble of an extremely large and powerful engine. The Prime rounded the corner, and Frenzy froze in fear.
“Ssssshit.... shit shit shitshitshitshitshitshit!” he screech/mumbled as he punched the hell out of the wall.
Okay, he imagined a cab, maybe that silver Autobot as an escort, not the fraggin' PRIME! Of all mechs! If he was spotted, Frenzy knew damn well he'd be nothing but a smear on the bottom of his giant foot. Maybe he should've done something else. Maybe it wasn't too late to stop this.
'Frenzy, quit being such a fucking pussy and blow that fleshie bitch to pieces!' Rumble's tinny bitchery bled through their link.
'Shut it.'
He dared to peek over the bricks and watched as the leader of the Autobots pulled up to the front, too large to actually go inside, and the wary, exhausted looking human female to slide out. Frenzy was curious about her paranoia, looking around her like she expected to be jumped or shot. Clearly this attempt on her life wasn't the only one today. Maybe those other humans tried something? He asked the others through their link if they'd seen anything, and got back two negatives and one 'fuck off, Squeaky'.
She slowly disappeared inside and Frenzy couldn't help but feel that nervous excitement and anticipatory internal glee he usually got before killing someone annoying. It was like getting presents and compliments and falling and a good hard interface all at once.
But as the moments passed, he wondered if the trigger he'd set up was missed, or malfunctioning. There was enough gas permeating the air inside, and the extra touch of leaked gasoline should have accelerated the process... the Banes woman only needed to step on the trigger! Just one spark!
It came before he could think too much about triggering it remotely. Even from across the street he heard the 'whoosh-thump' and the sudden brightening, then BLAM! Fire and heat and oooooooooh, there she goes! Frenzy was recording before she even stepped inside, and he was right, this was a WONDERFUL point of view... Barricade would definitely be proud.
He watched from the perfect downward angle the burning human flew out the open door with a loud screech, followed closely by the flaming living-room couch and television that came hurtling out the window after her. She slammed back-first into the Prime's huge grill with a bone-crunching crack that he could hear all the way across the street, then fell to the concrete below. At the same time the concussive force of the blast shattered Optimus Prime's front windows. And Frenzy felt a surge of glee to hear his grunt of pain. He damaged the Prime!
Seconds later the gasoline inside the warehouse ignited and Frenzy had to hold in a cackle when the Prime transformed and landed on all fours to cover the human and swat away oncoming bits of wood and metal from the kitchen appliances and garage door., dodging the gunmetal grey Chevy Nova as it landed not two feet away. He was fast! Frenzy couldn't help but admire the speed the larger Bot had for the size he bore, as detrimental to his plans as it was. The human remained on the ground, hopefully dead, as Prime did what he could to shield her from the flames and bits of her house.
The explosion died down but rain did nothing at all to douse the fire, and Prime seemed to think it was safe enough to uncover the human and see about her damages. Frenzy could not see her, but he saw Prime start looking around him, felt a scanner sweep close by, and ducked. He could NOT afford to be spotted, not by the Prime. Not by that huge rifle. They'd never find the pieces of him afterwards...
After a minute of frightened hiding, Frenzy heard the sounds of Prime transforming and dared to peek over the edge again, found the Autobot sitting in the driveway and a human... holoform, gingerly pick up the unconscious female, who, now that Frenzy could see her, looked quite singed and battered, as close to dead as she could be without actually being dead. The Prime's hologram carefully walked to his real form, the door opened and he stepped up easily and placed her inside. The hologram dispersed and the Autobot peeled out of the driveway and down the street so fast it took mere seconds for him to be a dot in the distance.
Frenzy's spark soared. His idea worked! The already weakened Prime was injured, nothing fatal, but even so, Frenzy could now say he put a dent in the Prime. 'Hah, so did the human', he cackled a little at the idea... And he got one back for his partner, AND he got a nice recording of it. Everything was working out juuuuust fine. Now all that was needed was for his brothers to do their part, and this would be the perfect day.
Which, if everything went smoothly, should be happening right about now. Frenzy, in a fit of happiness, got to his feet, brushed his hands off and congratulated himself on a job well done, then burrowed into the link to contact his brothers.
'Laserbeak, report.'
'Mission was a success. The medic ran out of his lab after receiving a comm from the Prime, left the fragment unguarded. Even Rumble could have retrieved it.'
'Blow me.' said Rumble, listening in. 'I can be sneaky.'
Frenzy cackled. 'Right. And Soundwave's an elephant!'
Rumble was displeased, to say the least. 'It never ends. First you assholes stick me with the squishy spawn and the psychotic Autobot, and now I can't even kill them cause they're all safe and snug and guarded, and now... GACK!'
'Gack?' asked Laserbeak, more used to Frenzy saying strange random words, not so with Rumble.
'Rumble?'
Silence over the link. Ravage butted in as well and sent a inquiring ping, and got nothing in return. 'Rumble! Respond!'
'This is freaking me out.' Frenzy couldn't stop a thread of fear from hitting him, a sense of trepidation, something he hadn't felt in regards to his kin in a long long time, and he let it show. Laserbeak and Ravage replied with similar feelings.
'Rumble!'
More silence. He couldn't even sense him in the link anymore.
'Where was he?' Frenzy screeched desperately at his brothers.
'Still at the Lennox farm, nowhere else to go.' Ravage hissed.
'He was waiting for a ride, it's a long walk to the human city from there.' Laserbreak corroborated.
Frenzy didn't like the sounds of that. Ironhide might have returned and blown his brother to pieces, or those evil Sector 7 agents, or... hmmm... he made a decision.
'Laserbeak, do a fly-by, recon. If Rumble is damaged bring him back.' He ordered, for the moment taking 'command' of his team. 'Ravage, stay at the Witwicky residence, I will meet...'
His words cut off when something extremely heavy hit him, covered him completely, pushed him down to the tar of the rooftop. Frenzy screeched both aloud and into the link, frantically pushing at the weight and looking about for a target. Blindly he set loose two razor-sharp metal stars and heard the semi-satisfying wet sound of them hitting something meaty and a pained grunt.
Chain. Heavy chain. How could he not have heard them? He was so focused on Rumble, on the mission., and there was so much Primus-damned RAIN interfering with his sensors.. he didn't even hear the six humans sneaking up the ladder he himself had climbed, didn't sense them boxing him in...
Frenzy thrashed madly, found an edge and wriggled and yanked til he got his head and a hand free. Five humans circled him, holding long tube-like weapons and wearing heavy packs on their backs. Frenzy swore at them and shot another star at the closest, one hitting the male in the neck, sending hot red human blood spurting in a long line over the roof. Another star impacted one of the cylinders the human's carried on their backs and the human backed off, trying in vain to plug the hissing high pressure leak.
By then Frenzy had freed two more arms, desperate to get his legs loose so he could flee, but the other three humans took a step forward and fired their weapons.
COLD!
Like... Liquid Nitrogen? Not full strength, diluted but still powerful enough to disable him. 'Shitshitshitshitshit!'
Already he could feel his systems slow, cables and wiring freezing together, energon gelling throughout his system. He tried to fight, even got another star ready to fire, but the humans were unrelenting, moving with him as he got his legs loose and managed to crawl a few feet away before he collapsed, they kept hitting him with a constant stream of frigid hell, until finally Frenzy could do nothing but curl into himself and pray his brothers heard him call for them.
“Target is secure, returning to base.”
~*~*~
“Mikaela...”
There was a flash, all the air sucked out of my lungs, and then there was nothing. I remember bright light, heat, a hard push, then blackness and motion and pain.. I heard a voice, couldn't discern who it belonged to, calling my name, lots of noise around me, the strange tingle I came to recognize over time as a full body scan (benefit of getting beat up all the time), and more motion. Somebody lifting me. My lungs burnt, my skin felt like it would crack and shatter if someone so much as poked me. I was aware, yet not.
After a minute or so of thinking hard about what the fuck just happened, I blacked out again.
It seemed like seconds before I saw bright light again, but this time, I actually could make out that red tinge from the inside of my eyelids, instead of pure penetrating blackness. Conscious! Sort of. Fuck.
Hey, at least you're not dead. Quit whining.
Everything sounded muffled, filtered, like when I had a pillow over my head. Was someone asphyxiating me? Did I really piss Jazz off or something? I heard voices... clipped, one word orders. Felt needles in my arms, my body jerked... which really didn't feel nice at all.
What the hell?
Things were coming back to me.... something with Prime, about clothes... my car... the air tasting funny... heat, motion....
Oh god, Prime!
“Heart-rate's rising.”
Shit, Mikaela! Where is she? Why can't I remember?
A loud bang and some shuffling... a voice, stronger and louder and determined as fuck... “MOVE!”
“Who the hell are you!”
The voice, strangely familiar, growled, “I'm her me... doctor.” A pause. “Give me that...”
“HEY!”
“...and get OUT.”
That woozy dizzy feeling hit again and I fought against it, hard. No way was I going out again without.....
The world went black again. Ahhh, dammit.
~*~*~
Floating around in nothingness wasn't all that great. When I was aware, I was bored stiff. I saw nothing but black, felt nothing except a weird sense of vertigo, smelled nothing... When I wasn't aware, well, it could have been minutes, months, years since the last time I remembered feeling anything. The passage of time didn't even really occur to me.
Once in a while I heard voices... other times, music. If this was death, it was... really fucking boring, barring those interruptions. Those things, I focused on, if only to make things a little entertaining.
Something with a clipped tone interrupted the rhythm. “Could you turn that off please?”
“Sorry nurse. It's just... she really likes Ella.” I heard a whispered voice say, then the music stopped. “Thought it might wake her up.”
Everything went away again.
~*~*~
“Euuugh.”
God... kill me now.
I felt like a can of smashed assholes.
What exactly would a can of smashed assholes look like, I wonder?
Aaaaaaaaaand, I was obviously drugged, otherwise I wouldn't have actually envisioned it. Gross.
And again, at least you're alive.
Good point.
Where the fuck I was was more the right question. All I had to do was open my eyes.
… oh goddamn it. They were stuck. No, I just couldn't open them. I concentrated, and one fluttered open.
Yay!
Now, the other, before someone saw me and assumed I was a pirate.
And there went the other. YAY!
Now if only everything weren't so fuckin' blurry. I practiced opening and closing my eyes, hoping to get the crusted eye-snot that was impeding my progress out of the way, then focused on that colourful blur next to me... it took a bit, but it finally took shape.
Awww, lilies... Okay, well, I'm either in the hospital, or I woke up in a casket. Either way, yick. I hoped my sister had a shotgun handy in case of the latter.
Moving my neck wasn't too bad... pretty much the only thing that didn't make me wanna scream when I flexed, so I used it, looked around. Yeah, definitely a hospital. Starched crisp white sheets around me, white walls, sterility... machines that went BING! I smiled. I have a machine that goes Bing! I'm important!
Oh god, what kind of drugs am I on? Monty Python references? Geez. Hey! A TV!
My vision moved to my left, and saw a cast around my hand. Hmmm. And there laying next to my it was a clump of black hair and a hand with chipped red nails clutching last month's Motor Trend. The lump snored.
I took a closer look at the cast and saw writing. If I squinted I could make out a cheesy 'I heart you' with the actual little heart-shape, and Mikaela and Jazz's signatures.
Awwww... Mikki Mouse, I'd hug you but I caaaaaaaaan't.
As well as being completely fucked on drugs, they'd strapped me down. I couldn't see much of the restraints but I felt them, and the various tubes and things stuck into my arms and up my nose. I couldn't see it but I felt the snugness of what was probably gauze around my torso. Ugh. Thank goodness I didn't have an itch yet or I'd go batshit.
On the table next to me was a likely cold cup of bad hospital coffee. Waaaaant. If only I could move! I made a sad noise and tried to ignore the tease.
The noise drew the attention of a massive black wall behind Mikaela, standing still and straight by the door. I didn't even notice him til he moved! Damn, for a big scary bugger, Ironhide sure can be quiet, I thought as he moved around to the opposite side of my bed.
His black clothed muscled bulk and Eastwood-squinty blue eyes looked me over once, gave me a tilted smirk, then made to speak. I shook my head (ugh, dizzy!), and chin-pointed at my slumbering sister. Damned if I'd wake her up...
He got it, nodded, and retrieved something up from the likely very uncomfortable hospital chair. I snorted.
How did they have the forethought to get a white board? Wait, is my throat all torn out or something?!
He gave me a one-sided smirk and handed it to me. I gave him a look. Yeah, how am I supposed to write? But with a bit of a trial, I found I could move my right hand, just enough to grab the dry-erase marker he gently wrapped my fingers around.
I wrote the first thing I could think of, wincing a little at the ache in my arm.
'COFFEE'
That only got me a nasty 'if I had my cannons you'd be a puddle' glare. I took it back.
'HIT BY TRUCK?'
He shook his head after reading my message, and, taking care not to wake my little sis, grabbed the tiny marker in his huge paw, had a seat, and tried, (presumably for his first time by the quality of his handwriting) to write in English.
'NO. YOU HIT A TRUCK. PRIME. IMPRESSED YOU ARE STILL FUNCTIONING.'
Ow. No wonder everything hurts, I thought as I watched Ironhide smirk. 'HE OK?'
Ironhide snorted. 'YOU LEFT A HUMAN-SIZED DENT IN HIS GRILL.'
Ow. But I couldn't help but smile a little. A human body flung at X miles per hour can actually put a dent in an Autobot. Fun facts. But what set me flying? Fucked if I could remember, everything was... not there. Not even blurry, just gone.
Ironhide let me see the white board again. 'THE OTHERS ARE AT THE BASE. YOU NEEDED A GUARD UNTIL RATCHET GETS HERE TO MOVE YOU. TAKING CARE OF NEW ARRIVAL AND HIS HUMAN FIRST.'
'GOOD 2 NO.' I frowned for a moment. 'HOW LONG?'
Ironhide looked at the white board, then at me with question in his eyes. I clarified by lolling my tongue out and crossing and rolling my eyes up.
'YOUR GRAMMAR IS ATROCIOUS.'
'FUCK U' This was definitely a fun change of scenery.
''FOUR DAYS, 8.3 HOURS.'
Hoo shit. I drew a sad face, unable really to think of anything to say. Or not. 'TIRED.'
Ironhide quirked a brow at the latest message, nodded, pressed a button next to my bed, and stood up. I gave him an inquiring look, so he wrote one final message.
'MORPHINE. SHUT UP AND SLEEP.'
Morphine?! Explains a lot.
I smiled sleepily up at him, and he snorted again, reached down and lightly touched my hair. In a coarse whisper, I thought I heard him say “You were lucky kid,” before giving me a respectful once-over, nodding again and taking his place back at the door.
I sighed happily when the morphine kicked in, feeling every muscle turn to jiggly fun and my brain start to drift again... sleep was probably a good idea.
~*~*~
Something was different. I felt cold. Uncovered.
Strange. I didn't like it one bit. Definitely not 'unawareness' anymore, but not quite the painful and blurry reality either...
My bed wasn't my bed, it felt like metal. Not the nice warm living metal of my man, just cold sterile steel. No blankets or scratchy hospital sheets. The restraints were still there, legs, chest and arms, but nothing else, and I meant NOTHING. No gown either, no tubes, no IV.
I think I prefer the nothing to this shit...
Panic hit me like a sack of bricks. Not a hospital... them... oh. Fuck... FUCK! How'd they get past Ironhide? Where was I?
My eyes shot open and the first thing I saw was someone's face, aged and covered partially with one of those green hospital face masks.
“She's awake sir.” He said, looking up and over to someone across the room. I looked too.
I shouldn't have.
About thirty feet away were another 5 men in doctors outfits, holding some nasty-ass looking tools and vials of liquid, taking samples from a disassembled silver Pontiac Solstice. In cold horror I picked out his pointed hand, his visor, some strange wiring from a leg, blue/white glowing liquid in clear tanks nearby... his spark chamber, lying in a plastic bin, dark and empty.
Before the reality of it even hit me, I reacted. I headbutted the 'doctor' above me, feeling the satisfying crunch of his nose disintegrating against my forehead, and felt around for some way to unclasp my restraints.
Gonna kill them. Every single one of them. They like to dismember people? I'LL show them dismemberment! Bastards! DIE! DIE! I growled and kicked and wrangled one hand loose before someone landed on me hard, then another, til I couldn't move anymore.
“JAZZ!” How?! How'd they get him? How'd he let himself get caught? HOW THE FUCK WOULD HE LET THEM KILL HIM!? “WAKE UP YOU SON OF A BITCH!”
“Sedate her!” Another voice called to my right.
“I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU ALL!”
Someone on my gut shifted and I suddenly felt a needle slip into my arm. “NO!”
My muscles once again fell loose and limp, kicking did nothing, as one by one the men slipped off of me and went back to what they were doing before. I shook my head, arched my back, tried to get loose again before they could strap me securely down again, screaming myself hoarse.
I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye, coming from the 'doctor' that ordered my sedation. He wore a white coat, spattered with red, a mask, and held a scalpel, hovering over...
Oh god... I turned my head away, internally begging that what I just saw wasn't real, that it could NEVER be real...
I couldn't not see it. The images were burned in after only a second's glance, those long legs, straight and limp, the black hair hanging over the edge of the surgical table, the blood running down her arm... the chemical burns, those milky coloured eyes, the greying skin...
I didn't have to see her face to know they were doing an autopsy on my baby sister.
~*~*~
“I'LL KILL YOU ALL!”
“Get her legs!”
“I'm trying goddamn it, she's gone berserk!!”
“ MALENA! Ughn, dammit woman, wake up!”
Jazz?
“Just smack her already!”
Mikaela?!
My right arm shot out, still shaking from the adrenaline left over from my nightmare, and wrapped around a solid body that laid over my chest and weighed me down, groped blindly, and … oh yes, thank fucking god... felt thick ropes of coarse hair and a smooth muscled back.
“I'm not gonna sm... hey!”
Just to be sure I had to grope something else... Yup, that's the right one.
In a voice that sounded unbelievably relieved, Jazz, fully assembled and sporting his hot-ass holoform, practically sobbed, “Get yer hand off my ass.”
I finally looked, saw his big gorgeous blue eyes looking back at me, and sobbed right back at him, “Make me.”
“LENA!”
The thin body on my legs removed itself and in a millisecond my sister was there too, the two faces I loved more than anything in the world side by side and smiling and worried and ALIVE. I grabbed the both of them before they could react and hugged them as hard as I could. Which wasn't too hard considering how drugged and half-asleep I was. I didn't have that strange thing up my nose, and some of the tubes were gone, so it made things a hell of a lot easier, not to mention the lack of restraints.
“I can't breathe!” Mikaela squeaked, voice muffled by my pillow. Jazz chuckled and ruffled her hair, nuzzling deeper into my neck.
“Don't ever do that to me again.” he whispered, kissing my cheek. Mmmm... I got a handful of his dreads and played with them as we lay there.
“Love it when you order me around.” I managed through a grin.
“You stupid bitch.” Mikaela agreed once I loosened my hold around her head, letting her detangle her hair from the cast.
“Love you too.”
Tears ran down her face as she grinned down at me. “Not funny.”
Jazz giggled into my neck and hugged my sister with his free arm.
~*~
PART TWO HERE
Title: OLOBA: The Light Was Yellow, Sir (36)
Characters: Movieverse, couple G1 Char. Mikaela, Jazz, Frenzy, OC (Malena Banes), Ensemble
Rating: R for violence, bad driving, cussing, and some ‘interspecies erotica’
Disclaimer: Not responsible for readers spewing stuff on thier screens, keyboards, or family members whilst readin' this fic. And I still don’t own anything but Lena and Hammond (except his name haha). Not TF, not any movies I quote, songs I butcher, videogames, car models, coffee brands, nothing.
Summary: Shit's about to hit the fan in the semi-comfortable life of the Banes sisters, and nobody is safe.
Author Notes: I know nothing of American hospitals except what I see on TV, and I know nothing about medicine. As I've stated many times before, I make this shit up, I am too lazy to do research, and most damages are relatively unique to someone who hangs out with giant alien robots anyway... so suspend disbelief and logic and just enjoy the story. Sorry guys for the delays. And I'm not expecting things to slow down any time soon. I hope I can keep SOME momentum on this fic
34: http://cazcatharsis.livejournal.com/143690.html
35: http://cazcatharsis.livejournal.com/148655.html
Chapter 36
Frenzy scaled the ladder and took position on the roof of the dilapidated warehouse across the street from the Banes residence, waiting for the moment when he could have the perfect view of... whatever would happen. He himself didn't know what the results of his vengeance would be. Death? Dismemberment? A slight and unsatisfying singe? Whatever the consequences, Frenzy wanted an unspoiled view, so he could record it for Barricade. That, and why miss the fun by leaving? Even the rain couldn't dampen his spirits.
He found a nook near a protruding air duct and made himself comfortable. It would make a great place to duck behind if someone was looking, and if he was spotted, from the street it would be a decent escape route, coming out on the other side of the building to the ground. He couldn't have created a better place to watch the show.
He didn't have to wait long before he heard the telltale rumble of an extremely large and powerful engine. The Prime rounded the corner, and Frenzy froze in fear.
“Ssssshit.... shit shit shitshitshitshitshitshit!” he screech/mumbled as he punched the hell out of the wall.
Okay, he imagined a cab, maybe that silver Autobot as an escort, not the fraggin' PRIME! Of all mechs! If he was spotted, Frenzy knew damn well he'd be nothing but a smear on the bottom of his giant foot. Maybe he should've done something else. Maybe it wasn't too late to stop this.
'Frenzy, quit being such a fucking pussy and blow that fleshie bitch to pieces!' Rumble's tinny bitchery bled through their link.
'Shut it.'
He dared to peek over the bricks and watched as the leader of the Autobots pulled up to the front, too large to actually go inside, and the wary, exhausted looking human female to slide out. Frenzy was curious about her paranoia, looking around her like she expected to be jumped or shot. Clearly this attempt on her life wasn't the only one today. Maybe those other humans tried something? He asked the others through their link if they'd seen anything, and got back two negatives and one 'fuck off, Squeaky'.
She slowly disappeared inside and Frenzy couldn't help but feel that nervous excitement and anticipatory internal glee he usually got before killing someone annoying. It was like getting presents and compliments and falling and a good hard interface all at once.
But as the moments passed, he wondered if the trigger he'd set up was missed, or malfunctioning. There was enough gas permeating the air inside, and the extra touch of leaked gasoline should have accelerated the process... the Banes woman only needed to step on the trigger! Just one spark!
It came before he could think too much about triggering it remotely. Even from across the street he heard the 'whoosh-thump' and the sudden brightening, then BLAM! Fire and heat and oooooooooh, there she goes! Frenzy was recording before she even stepped inside, and he was right, this was a WONDERFUL point of view... Barricade would definitely be proud.
He watched from the perfect downward angle the burning human flew out the open door with a loud screech, followed closely by the flaming living-room couch and television that came hurtling out the window after her. She slammed back-first into the Prime's huge grill with a bone-crunching crack that he could hear all the way across the street, then fell to the concrete below. At the same time the concussive force of the blast shattered Optimus Prime's front windows. And Frenzy felt a surge of glee to hear his grunt of pain. He damaged the Prime!
Seconds later the gasoline inside the warehouse ignited and Frenzy had to hold in a cackle when the Prime transformed and landed on all fours to cover the human and swat away oncoming bits of wood and metal from the kitchen appliances and garage door., dodging the gunmetal grey Chevy Nova as it landed not two feet away. He was fast! Frenzy couldn't help but admire the speed the larger Bot had for the size he bore, as detrimental to his plans as it was. The human remained on the ground, hopefully dead, as Prime did what he could to shield her from the flames and bits of her house.
The explosion died down but rain did nothing at all to douse the fire, and Prime seemed to think it was safe enough to uncover the human and see about her damages. Frenzy could not see her, but he saw Prime start looking around him, felt a scanner sweep close by, and ducked. He could NOT afford to be spotted, not by the Prime. Not by that huge rifle. They'd never find the pieces of him afterwards...
After a minute of frightened hiding, Frenzy heard the sounds of Prime transforming and dared to peek over the edge again, found the Autobot sitting in the driveway and a human... holoform, gingerly pick up the unconscious female, who, now that Frenzy could see her, looked quite singed and battered, as close to dead as she could be without actually being dead. The Prime's hologram carefully walked to his real form, the door opened and he stepped up easily and placed her inside. The hologram dispersed and the Autobot peeled out of the driveway and down the street so fast it took mere seconds for him to be a dot in the distance.
Frenzy's spark soared. His idea worked! The already weakened Prime was injured, nothing fatal, but even so, Frenzy could now say he put a dent in the Prime. 'Hah, so did the human', he cackled a little at the idea... And he got one back for his partner, AND he got a nice recording of it. Everything was working out juuuuust fine. Now all that was needed was for his brothers to do their part, and this would be the perfect day.
Which, if everything went smoothly, should be happening right about now. Frenzy, in a fit of happiness, got to his feet, brushed his hands off and congratulated himself on a job well done, then burrowed into the link to contact his brothers.
'Laserbeak, report.'
'Mission was a success. The medic ran out of his lab after receiving a comm from the Prime, left the fragment unguarded. Even Rumble could have retrieved it.'
'Blow me.' said Rumble, listening in. 'I can be sneaky.'
Frenzy cackled. 'Right. And Soundwave's an elephant!'
Rumble was displeased, to say the least. 'It never ends. First you assholes stick me with the squishy spawn and the psychotic Autobot, and now I can't even kill them cause they're all safe and snug and guarded, and now... GACK!'
'Gack?' asked Laserbeak, more used to Frenzy saying strange random words, not so with Rumble.
'Rumble?'
Silence over the link. Ravage butted in as well and sent a inquiring ping, and got nothing in return. 'Rumble! Respond!'
'This is freaking me out.' Frenzy couldn't stop a thread of fear from hitting him, a sense of trepidation, something he hadn't felt in regards to his kin in a long long time, and he let it show. Laserbeak and Ravage replied with similar feelings.
'Rumble!'
More silence. He couldn't even sense him in the link anymore.
'Where was he?' Frenzy screeched desperately at his brothers.
'Still at the Lennox farm, nowhere else to go.' Ravage hissed.
'He was waiting for a ride, it's a long walk to the human city from there.' Laserbreak corroborated.
Frenzy didn't like the sounds of that. Ironhide might have returned and blown his brother to pieces, or those evil Sector 7 agents, or... hmmm... he made a decision.
'Laserbeak, do a fly-by, recon. If Rumble is damaged bring him back.' He ordered, for the moment taking 'command' of his team. 'Ravage, stay at the Witwicky residence, I will meet...'
His words cut off when something extremely heavy hit him, covered him completely, pushed him down to the tar of the rooftop. Frenzy screeched both aloud and into the link, frantically pushing at the weight and looking about for a target. Blindly he set loose two razor-sharp metal stars and heard the semi-satisfying wet sound of them hitting something meaty and a pained grunt.
Chain. Heavy chain. How could he not have heard them? He was so focused on Rumble, on the mission., and there was so much Primus-damned RAIN interfering with his sensors.. he didn't even hear the six humans sneaking up the ladder he himself had climbed, didn't sense them boxing him in...
Frenzy thrashed madly, found an edge and wriggled and yanked til he got his head and a hand free. Five humans circled him, holding long tube-like weapons and wearing heavy packs on their backs. Frenzy swore at them and shot another star at the closest, one hitting the male in the neck, sending hot red human blood spurting in a long line over the roof. Another star impacted one of the cylinders the human's carried on their backs and the human backed off, trying in vain to plug the hissing high pressure leak.
By then Frenzy had freed two more arms, desperate to get his legs loose so he could flee, but the other three humans took a step forward and fired their weapons.
COLD!
Like... Liquid Nitrogen? Not full strength, diluted but still powerful enough to disable him. 'Shitshitshitshitshit!'
Already he could feel his systems slow, cables and wiring freezing together, energon gelling throughout his system. He tried to fight, even got another star ready to fire, but the humans were unrelenting, moving with him as he got his legs loose and managed to crawl a few feet away before he collapsed, they kept hitting him with a constant stream of frigid hell, until finally Frenzy could do nothing but curl into himself and pray his brothers heard him call for them.
“Target is secure, returning to base.”
~*~*~
“Mikaela...”
There was a flash, all the air sucked out of my lungs, and then there was nothing. I remember bright light, heat, a hard push, then blackness and motion and pain.. I heard a voice, couldn't discern who it belonged to, calling my name, lots of noise around me, the strange tingle I came to recognize over time as a full body scan (benefit of getting beat up all the time), and more motion. Somebody lifting me. My lungs burnt, my skin felt like it would crack and shatter if someone so much as poked me. I was aware, yet not.
After a minute or so of thinking hard about what the fuck just happened, I blacked out again.
It seemed like seconds before I saw bright light again, but this time, I actually could make out that red tinge from the inside of my eyelids, instead of pure penetrating blackness. Conscious! Sort of. Fuck.
Hey, at least you're not dead. Quit whining.
Everything sounded muffled, filtered, like when I had a pillow over my head. Was someone asphyxiating me? Did I really piss Jazz off or something? I heard voices... clipped, one word orders. Felt needles in my arms, my body jerked... which really didn't feel nice at all.
What the hell?
Things were coming back to me.... something with Prime, about clothes... my car... the air tasting funny... heat, motion....
Oh god, Prime!
“Heart-rate's rising.”
Shit, Mikaela! Where is she? Why can't I remember?
A loud bang and some shuffling... a voice, stronger and louder and determined as fuck... “MOVE!”
“Who the hell are you!”
The voice, strangely familiar, growled, “I'm her me... doctor.” A pause. “Give me that...”
“HEY!”
“...and get OUT.”
That woozy dizzy feeling hit again and I fought against it, hard. No way was I going out again without.....
The world went black again. Ahhh, dammit.
~*~*~
Floating around in nothingness wasn't all that great. When I was aware, I was bored stiff. I saw nothing but black, felt nothing except a weird sense of vertigo, smelled nothing... When I wasn't aware, well, it could have been minutes, months, years since the last time I remembered feeling anything. The passage of time didn't even really occur to me.
Once in a while I heard voices... other times, music. If this was death, it was... really fucking boring, barring those interruptions. Those things, I focused on, if only to make things a little entertaining.
Something with a clipped tone interrupted the rhythm. “Could you turn that off please?”
“Sorry nurse. It's just... she really likes Ella.” I heard a whispered voice say, then the music stopped. “Thought it might wake her up.”
Everything went away again.
~*~*~
“Euuugh.”
God... kill me now.
I felt like a can of smashed assholes.
What exactly would a can of smashed assholes look like, I wonder?
Aaaaaaaaaand, I was obviously drugged, otherwise I wouldn't have actually envisioned it. Gross.
And again, at least you're alive.
Good point.
Where the fuck I was was more the right question. All I had to do was open my eyes.
… oh goddamn it. They were stuck. No, I just couldn't open them. I concentrated, and one fluttered open.
Yay!
Now, the other, before someone saw me and assumed I was a pirate.
And there went the other. YAY!
Now if only everything weren't so fuckin' blurry. I practiced opening and closing my eyes, hoping to get the crusted eye-snot that was impeding my progress out of the way, then focused on that colourful blur next to me... it took a bit, but it finally took shape.
Awww, lilies... Okay, well, I'm either in the hospital, or I woke up in a casket. Either way, yick. I hoped my sister had a shotgun handy in case of the latter.
Moving my neck wasn't too bad... pretty much the only thing that didn't make me wanna scream when I flexed, so I used it, looked around. Yeah, definitely a hospital. Starched crisp white sheets around me, white walls, sterility... machines that went BING! I smiled. I have a machine that goes Bing! I'm important!
Oh god, what kind of drugs am I on? Monty Python references? Geez. Hey! A TV!
My vision moved to my left, and saw a cast around my hand. Hmmm. And there laying next to my it was a clump of black hair and a hand with chipped red nails clutching last month's Motor Trend. The lump snored.
I took a closer look at the cast and saw writing. If I squinted I could make out a cheesy 'I heart you' with the actual little heart-shape, and Mikaela and Jazz's signatures.
Awwww... Mikki Mouse, I'd hug you but I caaaaaaaaan't.
As well as being completely fucked on drugs, they'd strapped me down. I couldn't see much of the restraints but I felt them, and the various tubes and things stuck into my arms and up my nose. I couldn't see it but I felt the snugness of what was probably gauze around my torso. Ugh. Thank goodness I didn't have an itch yet or I'd go batshit.
On the table next to me was a likely cold cup of bad hospital coffee. Waaaaant. If only I could move! I made a sad noise and tried to ignore the tease.
The noise drew the attention of a massive black wall behind Mikaela, standing still and straight by the door. I didn't even notice him til he moved! Damn, for a big scary bugger, Ironhide sure can be quiet, I thought as he moved around to the opposite side of my bed.
His black clothed muscled bulk and Eastwood-squinty blue eyes looked me over once, gave me a tilted smirk, then made to speak. I shook my head (ugh, dizzy!), and chin-pointed at my slumbering sister. Damned if I'd wake her up...
He got it, nodded, and retrieved something up from the likely very uncomfortable hospital chair. I snorted.
How did they have the forethought to get a white board? Wait, is my throat all torn out or something?!
He gave me a one-sided smirk and handed it to me. I gave him a look. Yeah, how am I supposed to write? But with a bit of a trial, I found I could move my right hand, just enough to grab the dry-erase marker he gently wrapped my fingers around.
I wrote the first thing I could think of, wincing a little at the ache in my arm.
'COFFEE'
That only got me a nasty 'if I had my cannons you'd be a puddle' glare. I took it back.
'HIT BY TRUCK?'
He shook his head after reading my message, and, taking care not to wake my little sis, grabbed the tiny marker in his huge paw, had a seat, and tried, (presumably for his first time by the quality of his handwriting) to write in English.
'NO. YOU HIT A TRUCK. PRIME. IMPRESSED YOU ARE STILL FUNCTIONING.'
Ow. No wonder everything hurts, I thought as I watched Ironhide smirk. 'HE OK?'
Ironhide snorted. 'YOU LEFT A HUMAN-SIZED DENT IN HIS GRILL.'
Ow. But I couldn't help but smile a little. A human body flung at X miles per hour can actually put a dent in an Autobot. Fun facts. But what set me flying? Fucked if I could remember, everything was... not there. Not even blurry, just gone.
Ironhide let me see the white board again. 'THE OTHERS ARE AT THE BASE. YOU NEEDED A GUARD UNTIL RATCHET GETS HERE TO MOVE YOU. TAKING CARE OF NEW ARRIVAL AND HIS HUMAN FIRST.'
'GOOD 2 NO.' I frowned for a moment. 'HOW LONG?'
Ironhide looked at the white board, then at me with question in his eyes. I clarified by lolling my tongue out and crossing and rolling my eyes up.
'YOUR GRAMMAR IS ATROCIOUS.'
'FUCK U' This was definitely a fun change of scenery.
''FOUR DAYS, 8.3 HOURS.'
Hoo shit. I drew a sad face, unable really to think of anything to say. Or not. 'TIRED.'
Ironhide quirked a brow at the latest message, nodded, pressed a button next to my bed, and stood up. I gave him an inquiring look, so he wrote one final message.
'MORPHINE. SHUT UP AND SLEEP.'
Morphine?! Explains a lot.
I smiled sleepily up at him, and he snorted again, reached down and lightly touched my hair. In a coarse whisper, I thought I heard him say “You were lucky kid,” before giving me a respectful once-over, nodding again and taking his place back at the door.
I sighed happily when the morphine kicked in, feeling every muscle turn to jiggly fun and my brain start to drift again... sleep was probably a good idea.
~*~*~
Something was different. I felt cold. Uncovered.
Strange. I didn't like it one bit. Definitely not 'unawareness' anymore, but not quite the painful and blurry reality either...
My bed wasn't my bed, it felt like metal. Not the nice warm living metal of my man, just cold sterile steel. No blankets or scratchy hospital sheets. The restraints were still there, legs, chest and arms, but nothing else, and I meant NOTHING. No gown either, no tubes, no IV.
I think I prefer the nothing to this shit...
Panic hit me like a sack of bricks. Not a hospital... them... oh. Fuck... FUCK! How'd they get past Ironhide? Where was I?
My eyes shot open and the first thing I saw was someone's face, aged and covered partially with one of those green hospital face masks.
“She's awake sir.” He said, looking up and over to someone across the room. I looked too.
I shouldn't have.
About thirty feet away were another 5 men in doctors outfits, holding some nasty-ass looking tools and vials of liquid, taking samples from a disassembled silver Pontiac Solstice. In cold horror I picked out his pointed hand, his visor, some strange wiring from a leg, blue/white glowing liquid in clear tanks nearby... his spark chamber, lying in a plastic bin, dark and empty.
Before the reality of it even hit me, I reacted. I headbutted the 'doctor' above me, feeling the satisfying crunch of his nose disintegrating against my forehead, and felt around for some way to unclasp my restraints.
Gonna kill them. Every single one of them. They like to dismember people? I'LL show them dismemberment! Bastards! DIE! DIE! I growled and kicked and wrangled one hand loose before someone landed on me hard, then another, til I couldn't move anymore.
“JAZZ!” How?! How'd they get him? How'd he let himself get caught? HOW THE FUCK WOULD HE LET THEM KILL HIM!? “WAKE UP YOU SON OF A BITCH!”
“Sedate her!” Another voice called to my right.
“I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU ALL!”
Someone on my gut shifted and I suddenly felt a needle slip into my arm. “NO!”
My muscles once again fell loose and limp, kicking did nothing, as one by one the men slipped off of me and went back to what they were doing before. I shook my head, arched my back, tried to get loose again before they could strap me securely down again, screaming myself hoarse.
I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye, coming from the 'doctor' that ordered my sedation. He wore a white coat, spattered with red, a mask, and held a scalpel, hovering over...
Oh god... I turned my head away, internally begging that what I just saw wasn't real, that it could NEVER be real...
I couldn't not see it. The images were burned in after only a second's glance, those long legs, straight and limp, the black hair hanging over the edge of the surgical table, the blood running down her arm... the chemical burns, those milky coloured eyes, the greying skin...
I didn't have to see her face to know they were doing an autopsy on my baby sister.
~*~*~
“I'LL KILL YOU ALL!”
“Get her legs!”
“I'm trying goddamn it, she's gone berserk!!”
“ MALENA! Ughn, dammit woman, wake up!”
Jazz?
“Just smack her already!”
Mikaela?!
My right arm shot out, still shaking from the adrenaline left over from my nightmare, and wrapped around a solid body that laid over my chest and weighed me down, groped blindly, and … oh yes, thank fucking god... felt thick ropes of coarse hair and a smooth muscled back.
“I'm not gonna sm... hey!”
Just to be sure I had to grope something else... Yup, that's the right one.
In a voice that sounded unbelievably relieved, Jazz, fully assembled and sporting his hot-ass holoform, practically sobbed, “Get yer hand off my ass.”
I finally looked, saw his big gorgeous blue eyes looking back at me, and sobbed right back at him, “Make me.”
“LENA!”
The thin body on my legs removed itself and in a millisecond my sister was there too, the two faces I loved more than anything in the world side by side and smiling and worried and ALIVE. I grabbed the both of them before they could react and hugged them as hard as I could. Which wasn't too hard considering how drugged and half-asleep I was. I didn't have that strange thing up my nose, and some of the tubes were gone, so it made things a hell of a lot easier, not to mention the lack of restraints.
“I can't breathe!” Mikaela squeaked, voice muffled by my pillow. Jazz chuckled and ruffled her hair, nuzzling deeper into my neck.
“Don't ever do that to me again.” he whispered, kissing my cheek. Mmmm... I got a handful of his dreads and played with them as we lay there.
“Love it when you order me around.” I managed through a grin.
“You stupid bitch.” Mikaela agreed once I loosened my hold around her head, letting her detangle her hair from the cast.
“Love you too.”
Tears ran down her face as she grinned down at me. “Not funny.”
Jazz giggled into my neck and hugged my sister with his free arm.
~*~
PART TWO HERE