FIC! Waiting(Part 5)
Will Lennox stared in numb horror from his vantage point behind a HUMV. Distantly, he was glad the other humans who'd been nearby had had the sense to flee. He'd long ago decided that, with the Transformers in his life, he would see things he'd never imagined, and on a daily basis, at that. This, however, went above and beyond the Call, shooting straight for the realm of disturbingly weird.
On his knees, with arms thrown out and head tipped back, Ratchet keened brokenly. The mech's chestplates had parted, revealing a bluish-white Spark with lines of roiling black. Much of that darkness had arced outwards, somehow seizing upon a great deal of metal debris, which whirled around the medic in a deadly vortex. In blind agony, and almost mindless, Ratchet was now drawing the scrap-devil inwards, closer and closer to his vulnerable Spark.
Helpless to do anything more, Will alternately called to his friend, and prayed to his God, the Transformers' god, any deity who might listen. Even as the name, 'Primus,' left his lips, the soldier saw a flicker of blue, speeding up the roadway towards them. In an instant, the incoming vehicle vanished, only to reappear transformed, behind Ratchet. Before the medic's systems could register his proximity, Mirage slipped something from his subspace, and used it to send the other mech into stasis. As Ratchet slumped back, the racer caught him and gently closed his chestplates, and the debris clattered to the ground.
"Lt. Col. Lennox?" Mirage spoke softly, having felt the human's prescence. "Sir? Have you or anyone else sustained damage?"
"We're good!" Will called back, coming out from his hiding place. "Thanks to you, Mirage."
"You are welcome, " Mirage smiled faintly and abruptly vanished.