I've Got You
Title: I've Got You
Author: PuraJo
Fandom: Transformers
Prompt: Hold On
Character/Pairing: Flattop and Pursuit
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,027
Summary: Flattop arrives at the ruins of Praxus, hoping to find a survivor
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Pursuit is mine; Flattop, Wayfarer (Fare) and Nosedive belong to tirya56 and are used with permission
I’ve Got You
Primus fraggit, but he didn’t think it had taken him this long to get into the main sector of Praxus. Fair enough he had been flying then, not footing it through debris-laden streets, but still, he could have sworn that the distance back to the search and rescue field unit was not as long as this.
Despite all of it, he dared not fly again, or even run for that matter. The burden he carried in his arms was far too precious to risk. He looked down at the wrecked femme he held close to his chest and felt his spark wrench, fighting down the urge to run. The energon that leaked from her wounds and onto his chest and arms made her body slick and he feared losing his grip on her should he try to.
He’d thought she had been just another body when he’d investigated what he thought was a sound coming from under a large pile of rubble and found her buried underneath. Despite all his experience in the military, the sight of this femme and what had been done to her still unsettled him. She had all the classic signs of a Seeker mauling and he had yet to see anyone survive one of those.
Then her optics had flickered, and she asked for mercy, begged him to shoot her. He supposed a kinder mech would have done so and ended her misery, but he had been brought up to never take the easy way out, nor let anyone else try to either. So he had told her he wouldn’t, that he was going to get her to help.
Carefully, he had lifted the remains of the collapsed structure off her and gently scooped her up in his arms. Then he’d started walking back the way he’d come, to where the emergency medical teams were stationed. Halfway along, she whispered a “thank you” to him and went offline.
“Ohh no. No no no.” He quickened his pace slightly, forcing himself to keep to a walk. “Stay with me. C’mon femme, please. Don’t give up on me, I don’t even know your name yet.” Optics wide with worry and a little bit of despair, he held the injured femme closer to him.
At long last, the muted lights of the emergency teams came into view, along with a silhouetted form that came towards him. He didn’t slow.
“’Fare! I need a medic and a transport now!” he called to the other bot. “Hurry!”
The smaller, orange mech fell into step with him as he led him over to one of the field medical stations. He looked at the battered form the other mech carried and let out a soft whistle of air.
“Seeker attack.” He shook his head. “’Top, you know how those usually end. The vic always-.”
“Yes I know, but she’s still alive, and as long as she’s alive, she has a chance to recover. I couldn’t leave her.”
He ducked inside one of the small shacks, startling the medic on duty, and carefully laid the femme down on a flat before turning to face the other mech.
“My name is Flattop,” he said. “And I’m an Autobot intelligence officer. Please help her.”
The medic ran a scanner over her and Flattop winced as the device lit up with over a dozen red lights, all the while beeping shrilly as it passed over her body.
“What happened to her?” he asked.
“She was attacked by Seekers,” Flattop replied. “I found her buried under some construction debris that I think they must have collapsed onto her. Can she be saved?”
“Not here, I’m afraid,” the medic said. “She needs proper medical attention at a proper med-center, or she doesn’t stand a chance. I can't help her. The damage is too extensive and she’s lost too much energon, far more than I can replace through a transfusion, and even if I could, most of her systems are too wrecked to process it. If you want to save her, I suggest you get her out of here.”
“How far to the nearest med-center?”
“Nova Cronum, at least fifteen cycles from here.”
He looked at her. “I don’t think she has fifteen cycles.”
The medic looked at him. “Then you’d better hope you can reach the place in ten.”
Flattop moved back to her and lifted her up in his arms again, slightly alarmed at how light she felt. It seemed for that short time he’d put her down, she had lost a little more of herself, which only made him all the more reluctant to give her up.
“You shouldn’t get too close to her,” the medic told him. “There’s every chance she wont make it.”
“She survived under that rubble for three days. If I can get her to help in time, I know she’ll make it. She’s a fighter, and I wont give up on her.” Flattop headed back outside again, holding the femme to his chest protectively while trying to keep her comfortable at the same time.
“Hey Topper, heard you needed a ride!” a voice called.
“Nosedive!” Flattop quickly went over to the green-brown transport flier who was already transformed and waiting on a clear patch of ground a few paces away, entry hatch open. “Thank Primus you’re still here. How fast can you get us to the Nova Cronum med-center?”
“Well let’s see… if it’s just you and the femme, I’d say, in no time flat.”
Flattop grinned as he carefully climbed aboard, trying not to jostle her too much as he moved. “Then I’d say that’s perfect. Let’s fly!”
He sat down and leaned back against a couple of empty crates as Nosedive prepared to take off, cradling her close as they rose into the air and the other mech fired up his thrusters, shooting them forward. The femme made a soft sound.
“Shh,” he soothed. “Just hold on a little longer. You’re going to be alright. You’re going to live. Hold on a little longer for me, okay?”
Her lips moved and he leaned in closer to hear what she was trying to say.
“Okay.”
~END.
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