#fixit transformers

He was neither Autobot nor Decepticon, but a medic for those who were caught between fire fights or who couldn’t fight. Sparklings, injured civilians, lower class citizens who couldn’t get shelter from either side for whatever reason.

Ratchet would go out himself and find them, brining them back to one of several hidden infirmaries he set up with volunteers and past students of his.

First Aid always stayed in the biggest one, which held all the sparklings as it was the safest.

Fixit would sneak between them all to make sure that all the set false safes were in order. He helped show the little ones where to gin in the case of an attack.

He believed Optimus Prime wanted to help, but the mech was too busy fighting the fight to be able to spare much time on the broken bots that had a chance.

They knew each other and Prime had worked to keep their bases a secret even as Ratchet resumed to let them sway him into fighting with them.

Megatron’s men were allowed only in one base where other soldiers were kept, guarded by Pharma and Remedy both. Autobots and Decepticon both had an understanding that it was neutral ground and no fights would be had, the two keeping in seperate wings of the fragile clinic.

That understanding was crushed after one fateful cycle.

Ratchet had responded to First Aids distress signal as quick as he could, travelling over half of Cybertron to get to the infirmary as quick as he could.

He arrived just in time to see Shockwave leaving.

With dread in his spark he had rushed through a secret exit and into the main room and instantly fell to his knees.

Over two hundred sparklings lay desecrated in the entire place.

Most of them were missing some part of their body, some burnt into nothing.

Ratchet only made a noise, a wailing sound of pure grief, when he saw the remains of First Aid clutching three little ones.

All dead.

His screams had only grown in intensity as he looked around the room and found that Pharma and Remedy had come to aid and fallen as well.

Ratchet could have stayed there and rusted over if he hadn’t notice some of his patients weren’t there, hope burning his spark as I rushed to the feeds to try and figure out where they had gone.

He watches the footage with grime determination even as he feels his spark shattering into pieces.

It falters for several moments when he watches Shockwave order some of his men to take some of the sparklings. He hears the disturbing mech say something about ‘suitable test subjects’ and feels the energon in his systems freeze. Ratchet’s heard of what Shockwave has done, how the unfeeling monster doesn’t care for the notion of ethical conduct and onto for results.

Eventually Optimus as some of his most trusted come by the hidden location in the hopes of stopping a massacre, only to find Ratchet sitting on the floor with the body of a sparkling in his hands.

He had tried to bring the femme back after seeing a slight flux in her tiny spark, but it was useless.

Bumblebee is hurt the most as it was the same clinic he had been raised in before he became a scout, seeing Ratchet work for years and being the main reason they had even known something was wrong.

He falls to his knees as Elita moves to check for Decepticons, if only to distract herself.

Optimus approaches Ratchet with grief in his spark, carefully removing the deceased sparkling from his hold.

“I… I am truely sorry, old friend.”

Ratchet looks up and sees Orion Pax, the young mechling who had once asked him for an autograph.

When he speaks it’s distant, like his mainframe as gone on autopilot, “He took some of the sparklings. We need to find them.”

Optimus nods, helping him stand on unsteady pedes, “We will, I swear we will it stop until we have.”

Ratchet looks at Optimus with a fire in his eyes, “I know. But Optimus, I don’t care about you code. I don’t care about your morals or war crimes, Shockwave will pay for this.”

For the first time since the war began, the Prime looked around the room and nodded with a darkness over his optics.

Offers you Queen jelly *COUGH COUGH* sweet energon.

The funny haha of today-

Me when I have to actually lock in:

The Bee team was all relaxing when the alarm went off.

"Decepticon signal in sector 7." Fixit said.

"What's his ID?" Bee asked.

"His name is Wheelspin, a Decepticon activist who started several riots not long after the great war ended, he was also responsible for the death of the original high council, including former Decepticon medic and member Highspeed." Fixit said.

None of the others noticed Sideswipe tense up.

Flashback:

Two young bots, one red, one gold were walking through the streets.

"Are you sure this bot can be relied on Sunstreaker." The red bot said nervously.

"Of course Sideswipe, he's a Decepticon like us, and don't get me wrong, I know Highspeed is trying to help us, but she doesn't seem to fully understand how bad this is." Sunstreaker said.

"I guess, I've told her time and time again the council don't care about us, what was his name again?" Sideswipe asked.

"Wheelspin." Sunstreaker said.

The present:

Sideswipe snapped back to attention when he heard Bumblebee saying his name.

"Sideswipe, are you alright?" Bee asked.

"Oh, yeah I'm fine." Sideswipe nodded.

"You sure?" Bee asked.

Sideswipe nodded giving Bee a fake smile.

"Alright, let's rev up and roll out." Bee said.

The Bee team transformed and headed out.

As they drove Sideswipe started thinking again.

Flashback:

Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were standing in front of a large black and gold mech, his piercing purple optics looking down at the two young mexhs in front of him.

"So, it's my help you seek." The mech said.

"Yes sir, we've heard of the things you've done to help our kind, we want to be a part of it." Sunstreaker said.

Sideswipe just nodded, unsure what to say.

"Well then, follow me." The mech said turning and walking away.

Sideswipe and Sunstreaker followed.

The present:

The team arrived at the coordinates and drew their weapons.

"Alright team, be vigilant, he's near." Bee said.

The team slowly moved forward weapons at the ready.

They saw a tall shadow nearby and Bee signaled for the team to surround him.

They did as ordered and Bee spoke up.

"Servos in the air, you're under arrest." Bee ordered.

Wheelspin surveyed each member of the Bee team, then his optics landed on Sideswipe, a cold sneer making its way onto his face.

"Hello Sideswipe." Wheelspin said.

"Sideswipe, you know him? " Strongarm asked surprised.

"It's so nice to see you again." Said in a cold drawl.

"Maybe more for you than it is for me." Sideswipe growled.

"Now is that any to treat your old friend, I'm all you have left, with Highspeed gone." Wheelspin sneered.

"You aren't fit to say her name." Sideswipe snarled, a venom in his voice none of the team had heard before.

"And you are, I'm surprised, especially since you caused her death." Wheelspin said.

Flashback:

(two weeks after Sunstreaker'death)

As quietly as he could Sideswipe snuck out of the apartment he now alone shared with his guardian Highspeed.

He transformed and started to drive down the street.

Unbeknown to him, Highspeed had seen him and she quickly followed him.

She arrived in a street and quickly hid as she saw Sideswipe approach Wheelspin.

"It's been a while Sideswipe." Wheelspin said.

"I need to talk to you." Sideswipe said.

"What about?" Wheelspin said.

"I can't do this anymore Wheelspin, these protests have led to nothing but chaos and now Sunstreaker is dead." Sideswipe said.

"He died to help our cause." Wheelspin said.

"HELP OUR CAUSE, Wheelspin these protests are not helping at all, the council are ignorant to how Decepticons are suffering, everything Sunstreaker and I have done to help you has done nothing, if you want to truly help our kind you'd stop these protests, anything is better than what you're doing!" Sideswipe exclaimed.

At this point Highspeed decided she had heard enough and stepped out from her hiding place.

"We seem to have company." Wheelspin said, distaste evident in his tone.

Sideswipe turned and his optics widened in horror.

"Highspeed." Sideswipe said.

"Sideswipe please listen, he won't help you or the others, but we can bring him in." Highspeed said.

"So you heard, you know." Sideswipe said fearfully.

"Sideswipe, whatever it is you've done, whatever crimes you've committed, you can make up for it now by helping me stop him." Highspeed said trying to get through to the young bot.

Sideswipe closed his optics tears welling in his optics as he struggled to think.

"I'm afraid." He said.

"I know you are." Highspeed said.

Sideswipe opened his optics, an almost cold look them.

"I'm afraid it's too late." Sideswipe said drawing his sword.

"No." Highspeed said horrified.

Sideswipe lunged forward and Highspeed quickly drew her sword and blocked the blow.

Their swords clashed for a few moments before Highspeed suddenly vanished from sight.

Sideswipe looked around for her, Wheelspin smirking in the background.

Sideswipe jolted slightly as he heard Highspeed's voice.

"I am on your side Sideswipe, I stepped from my position on the council, you were right about so many things, the council should have listened, Sunstreaker did not have to die." Highspeed said.

Sideswipe closed heart a optics again as the mention of his twins' name made his spark clench.

Sideswipe suddery spotted her and the two immediately began dueling again.

After several minutes Sideswipe had Highspeed pinned to the ground and rose his sword ready to strike.

"Sideswipe...please." Highspeed begged.

Sideswipe closed his optics as he swung his sword downwards.

It slammed into the ground in front of them.

Sideswipe collapsed onto his knees his whole frame shuddering as he sobbed Violently.

Highspeed hugged the young mech.

"I knew you weren't like him." She smiled.

Suddenly a shot ran through the air and Highspeed saw a smoking hole in chest, she collapsed onto the ground.

"HIGHSPEED!" Sideswipe exclaimed in horror, taking his guardian's hand.

"Don't worry Sideswipe, you'll be fine without me, you'll find your way." Highspeed said looking up at the frightened teen.

"But you're the one who saved me." Sideswipe said looking into her optics.

"I love you Sideswipe, Sunstreaker and I, we love you so much." Highspeed said her optics going dull as she offlined.

"Highspeed." Sideswipe said looking at the dead body of his guardian.

"Such a great loss." Wheelspin said, though he didn't sound particularly sad.

Sideswipe stood up and walked backwards slightly.

"And just what are you doing.?" Wheelspin demanded.

"Giving you a clear shot." Sideswipe said.

Wheelspin pointed his blaster at Sideswipe and was about to fire when suddenly Sideswipe ran forward grabbing his sword, lodging it in Wheelspin's chest with a mighty swing.

Sideswipe heard sirens in the distance and without looking back he transformed and fled away into the night.

Present:

With a roar of rage Sideswipe lunged forward and swung his Decepticon hunter at Wheelspin, the two beginning another duel.

The Bee team trying to help where they could, but Wheelspin kept his focus on Sideswipe.

Sideswipe swung at Wheelspin again but the Decepticon slashed into his Decepticon hunter which began emitting sparks violently.

"Frag." Sideswipe cursed and threw it at Wheelspin.

There was a colossal explosion and when the dust had cleared the weapon was destroyed and Wheelspin was unconscious on the ground.

He was quickly cuffed and hauled through the groundbridge, being put in a stasis pod as soon as he was through.

Sideswipe went to his quarters, he couldn't even bear to look at his team.