A Sun's Spark

2.

"Are you sure?" Jolt sighs sadly, a sorrowful look filling his faceplates.

"Her injuries are beyond my ability, I can fix the small wounds, but the major ones, like her helm and next to her chassis are just too bad. Ratchet never taught me how to help those types of wounds, besides, her processors are definitely damaged, she won't be able to remember anything. Meaning, we won't be able to get answers until she get's healed." The other mech leans against a counter nearby and crosses his arms.

"And, we need to be careful about that as well. If she wakes up, she might not understand what has happened and might attack. We know nothing about her, she could be dangerous." He nods his helm gently.

"Smokescreen, what do we do?" The mech, also known as Smokescreen, sighs. His helm lowers gently, wheels and trinkets shifting in his processor.

"I don't know, Jolt. We just have to hope we can get ahold of the Earth base in time, just do what you can to keep her alive." Jolt nods his helm, he turns and heads towards the door.

"Just, do what you can Smokes. I don't know how much longer she'll last." With that said he disappears into the hallway. Smokescreen sighs, then enters through another doorway.

In front of him are a few mechs, along with a screen that one of them is messing with. "Any luck?" He asks, the mech's glance over sadly.

"Nothin' so far, Smokescreen," The mech sighs sadly, a red mech appears from nowhere with a worrisome look on his face plates.

"How is the femmina? Is she alright?" The red italian mech asks quickly, he always was a gentlemech when it came to femmes.

"She's fine for now Dino, but we need to get contact with the Earth base quickly. Jolt fears she doesn't have too much time left." They all nod their helms, reutrning to their attempts at communications. While they work, a small figure comes out of the shadows and stands next to Smokescreen.

"Smokey...can I help?" The small figure bares a long cloak that covers the small and skinny frame. Piercing blue optics stare ahead at the working mechs, the white and blue color scheme standing out against her must darker cloak. The short femme is only up to about Smokescreen's chassis, although she is around the same age as the injured femme, she appears to be much shorter.

"I don't think there is very much you can do, Li." The small femme looks back at the door and disappears quickly, the mech just sighs and leans against the counter.

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The small figure looks down at the sleeping femme, many wounds litter her armor and her optics begin to dull by the second. The young femme gently pushes her hood back, allowing it to rest behind her helm. "Please, don't die. They will be sad if you die." The femme crouches down and lays against the side of the table.

"I will be sad if you die," She whispers, "I don't wanna be alone anymore, and I know you don't either. So...why don't be be alone...together instead?" Her optics begin to close gently, "We won't ever have to be alone, we'll always have each other." Her voice begins to fade.

"So...will you....be my family?"

I wanted to make this short, just because I'm still trying to grasp what I'm getting at. So, yeah. Next one will be much longer. :D Hope you like it!