Healing Hearts

Chapter 17

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Losing himself in the currents of his magic, for he trusted it to know where it was needed, Harry was pulled into a meditative state. Unbeknownst to him, the path his magic weaved as it moved up Bumblebee's arm left radiant trails of blue light in their wake, enthralling his audience.

Ratchet watched the healing process with intense scrutiny as scratches and scapes that had adorned Bee's outer armor smoothed over when the blue energy escaping from the human swept over them. Harry did seem to be able to heal Cybertronians, though it was not something Ratchet couldn't do with the correct tools and time. Unfortunately, the medic had neither here on Earth.
Wherever the blue light went, bents, scratches, and scrapes seemed to heal perfectly, though the paint that once adorned those damaged areas was gone.
After the light had swept Bumblebee's entire body, Ratchet was surprised to see the blue energy glow brighter and condense on the spot in which he had attempted to bring back the young scout's voice box. The surgery had not been his biggest failure, but it haunted him all the same. Every time the camaro had to speak through his radio to get his point across to humans or use his com channels to talk to the team in person, Ratchet felt a small bolt twist in his spark. If his failure could be fixed...
Just as the hopeful idea crossed his processor, the strange blue light faded and Bumblebee's optics jumped open. The scout sat up immediately, and his optics darted around before they locked onto Ratchet's. "Doc, where's the human? Is he alright?"
The medical officer felt his shoulderplates slump just a little as the com channel fed into his processor. Of course the young mech's voice box wasn't healed. There was no logical way a human could heal important Cybertronian physiology.
Just then, Harry used that odd ability of his to fly into the air and hover next to Ratchet's helm, looking at the scout in curiosity.
"Aaasxzshjshhh!"
Ratchet's receiver stood straight up in shock. Quickly replaying the sound in his processor, the medic couldn't believe his audio receptors. That sounded an awful lot like...
"Hey Bumblebee, thanks for saving me. How are you feeling?" The human flew in close to the scout's face.
Bee tried to lean backwards with what sounded like a staticky 'huh' escaping his opened mouthplates.
"Harry, if you'd back up a moment please," Ratchet requested, feeling like his spark was about to overload. The medic barely registered that the human had flown back over to his side as he scanned Bee with his strongest scanners. He could go a couple days without energon; this was too important not to check.
"Ratchet, what's going on? Did you give me some bad energon? I'm seeing and hearing weird things..."
The orange and white Autobot could not keep his optics from widening as he quickly read through all of the scans. Not only was Bumblebee's voice box back up to one hundred percent working capacity, but his energon stores were completely full as well.
Stomping down on his awe, Ratchet stared at the young mech with his strictest look. "Bumblebee," he said, "I need you to try saying your name for me."
The black and yellow bot narrowed his optics. "Bumbhhuxjlbeiee." The mech's optics opened so wide Ratchet was almost afraid he'd strain his optic coverings, but there was no stopping the young Autobot now. "Booumbalybiee. Buoombleaybaaaae. Bumblebaiey! Bumbbhlllebee! Bumblebee! Bumblebee! Bumblebee!"
Bee got up off the table and jumped around, slapping Bulkhead and Wheeljack on their backs and shoulderplates before he tackled Ratchet, crowing his name as he crushed the older medic underneath him and in between his arms.
Ratchet, once he started, couldn't stop laughing.. Despite the mech now laying on top of him, an incredibly heavy weight seemed to fall off of his shoulderplates, making the older mech feel lighter then he had in ages.

Harry watched as Bulkhead and Wheeljack joined in on the robot pile in quiet joy. This was the part he loved most about being an Arcane Healer. Seeing how delighted his patients were after terrible ailments they were told would never heal, were brought back to one hundred percent. If he wasn't wrong, Bumblebee would only need to practice using his vocal chords for a few more days before his brain would pick up on the old signals and bring his speech back to what it had been previously.
It was as the wizard turned to leave that more thunderous footsteps approached their location. The gaggle on the floor was too distracted to notice, but Harry recognized the chain connecting him to another growing shorter. The Autobot that needed his help the most was coming.