Transformers Prime: Not Quite Fiction

Chapter 7: "Retracing your Steps"

"Uuurrrrrrgggghhhhh," I groaned, rolling over on the hard metal surface that was making my return to the world of unconscious sleep a lot harder than I would have liked. My head hurt like something as trying to escape from inside my skull, and my ankle hurt like a broken ankle, which seemed legit.

"About time you woke up," spat a familiar voice, and, opening my eyes, I sat up, moaning again as a majority of my joints cracked with the movement. I was underneath a berth, "I leave you alone with your organic companion for a mere 6 earth hours and I find you lying as if you were dead."

As soon as those words left his mouth, I knew that the mech wished that were the outcome of the mystery situation that I was unable to recollect.

I gazed around my surroundings for a few brief seconds. My crutches were missing....

Curiouser and curiouser.

"What are you talking about, Screamer? What happened?" I responded, equally bitter. I could practically feel the weaselly bot's optics boring holes with a burning hatred into me.

"How am I supposed to know? I was the one who found you and your fleshy companion deactivated on the floor."

What? Deactivated?

"You do realize it's impossible for a human to be deactivated right? We are completely organic. There's no circuits or switches to shut off," I told him with a hand on my forehead, my face twisted in an expression of headache pain, "humans become unconscious. Meaning they basically fall into a sleep triggered by something, usually a force applied to the head, or a traumatic event."

He made a distasteful face at me, and I shot one back at him, curling my lips back in a manner that was identical to him.

"Know-it-all brat," he muttered under his breath, and just as I was about to hit him with a witty comeback, a sharp pain erupted in my mind. I groaned again, curling into the fetal position. My head felt as if someone was drilling holes into either side. While something was attempting to escape from within my skull.

"Oh, boo hoo," retorted the mech, crossing his arms in a dainty manner one can only associate with the Decepticon second-in-command.

"Could you shut up?" I snapped, lifting my head to glare at him before laying it back down on the ground. My head hurt, and it was churning my stomach. Not to mention my ankle was throbbing, the discoloured bruises a rather grotesque sight.

For the record, pain makes me grumpy.

"H-how dare you!" exclaimed Screamer in sudden rage, throwing his arms back shock, "I am second in command of the Decepticon faction! I will not be addressed by a mere fleshling-"

"Okay! I'm sorry I hurt your feelings but could you leave me alone? I swear," I trailed off, muttering the last two words under my breath. I didn't need to deal with this attitude. I needed to be alone, and I needed some ibuprofen.

"No, I cannot leave you alone, however much in pains me," he told me with agitation obvious in his tone, "I must know where you are at all times. You and your rather annoying companion are certainly not trusted by a single Decepticon on this ship. You could be Autobot spies!"

"Puh-lease," I scoffed, "it's not like I can do any damage."

"I will not disobey Megatron-"

"It's not like you haven't before," I reminded him, my voice still croaking from when I awoke.

His optics shot daggers at me again, and I smiled innocently in return. Our relationship was undeniably more hate than love.

We remained gazing at each other like this, my false and bitter smile sending him the same message his glare sent me. At least thirty seconds passed.

"Why are you still doing that?" he asked

"Doing what?"

"Smiling!" he replied with curiosity, raising an optic brow. His glare had subsided and been replaced with an inquisitive gleam.

I had prepared to say a sarcastic insult, but paused with my mouth open, and shook my head.

"You know what? Never mind," I huffed and rolled over, turning my back to him. I really just wanted some peace and quiet.

"Well then," mumbled the mech with a tight, frustrated voice, and the sound of his peds hitting the floor greeting my ears. Gradually the volume of his footsteps faded to nothing, and his presence was gone, telling me that I was alone.

With my thoughts to myself, wonder and curiosity nagged and tugged at my mind and forgotten memories. What had happened? Why had I blacked out? Where were my crutches?

I need help retracing my steps, and I knew only Ivy could assist me in such a task. The only issue with that was the fact that without my crutches, I was immobile.

Oh joy, I thought to myself, still uncomfortable and curled up beneath the Seeker's berth. I noticed, however, in the lack of noise, that my stomach was no longer growling, and I felt satisfied. Whatever had happened, I at least had eaten food that would sustain my hunger for a little while longer.

"Leah?" I nearly jumped out of my skin as a feminine voice said my name, and I quickly rolled over into a sitting position to come face to face with Ivy, "thought I'd find you in here."

"Do you remember what happened?" I inquired, skipping the friendly greeting that would have been polite.

She shook her head, but there was a dangerous gleam in her eye I knew from the first day we met, and her lips slowly stretched into a mischievous smirk.

"No, but I happen to be an immensely curious girl who's a master of retracing her steps through clues and hints."

"That's awfully specific."

"I try."

A/N:

Hi. It's been forever, yeah. But I actually have the worst headache ever, so that's where this came from. I'm sorry, it's probably boring and got some errors, but I literally can't even right now. I hope you like it anyways. Love you all. There should be another one soon.

-Loki Xx