Fate's Secret (A TFP Story)

When sparks fly

"I would like to see the old timer try!"
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Fate gave of a soft growl as she slowly raised herself from her laying possition, narrowing her two different colored optics at the medic, Clearly challenge his Words whit her stare.

"Don't you even think about it, Predacon. I don't care if your a prime or Unicron himself, i swear I'll tie you down to that berth if i have to, for Primus sake!" Ratchet growled back at the comparably Anncient Beast challenging him, not at all amused by her actions.

Fate Paused for a moment, allmost as if thinking it over as her optics dimmed ever so slightly, however before the medic Got the chance to move she jumped up.

Changing her Personal Gravitational pull was simple for her, so she once again had no problems walking running and even jumping on the ceiling as if it were the ground.

This also helped her Frame to believe that was the right way around, letting her even sleep up top on the ceiling.

Ratchet threw the wrench he was holding, scowling as it missed his target by a hair, seeing that it ran into the vents shortly before it could hit her.

Disappointed he looked at the seeker who was busy staring at the vent where her companion had disappeared of to, scowling as well as she left her to suffer through the checkup on her own.

Ratchet spends some time checking her, after spending double the time even getting her to agree and sit still, being mocked to the pits and back by the young seeker as he did his tests and checks.

Once they where done it only left one last thing left to do , and that was repeating the same procedure whit the Predaconian Prime, who had more then angered Ratchet at this point, whit Bucket choosing to help whit the search for her missing sister.

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20 minutes had past since they started they're search, yet no results found. Only multiple chard spots on the wall, from where the femme Starscream look alike was allmost shot, luckily dodging just in time to avoid the shots, cursing the name of 'M.E.C.H' as she did so.

To say Starstreak was upset was an understatement, she was steaming in pure rage.

'First i get confused For that Screeching 3rd in command of the Decepticons while trying to rescue Fate AGAIN, then she almost gets shot by one wrecker, Getting left in a room whit a grumpy medic by Fate herself, Then having to sit through a FULL FRAME 2 HOUR CHECK-UP, and last but certainly not least almost getting SHOT by MOST of team prime because they weren't used to her.

Just as she was walking down one of the darker halls as she suddenly heard an unusual sound, considering they were inside an underground base.

'Clank'

As bucket turned she saw a vent covering laying still on the floor, lightly dented and covered in Frost.

"Get  out of there ya damn Iatrophobic Preddy Prime, deity THINGY" Bucked hissed and clicked at the vent, knowing her sister Would most likely be hidden in the small and dark Crawlspace of the base.

"Not while ya waiting ta drag me over to that Medic for a bunch of Tests an complaints about me health being bad. No thanks sis" The clicks, snarls and growls left the vent, bouncing around the inside and trawling through the entire base.

Bucket Stopped her pede as her seeker wings flared up, not liking her sisters salty attitude at this moment, even if she understood well where it came from.

"Look you can't keep hiding for ever, I know M.E.C.H did some real bad stuff to us , i mean im not even able to consider myself a human anymore, but we can keep running from everything and everyone. The Check-up wasn't that bad Fate, and if you need me too I can stay right there whit you to hold your hand, Ok?"  Bucked tryed talking whit the Far Older being, well aware how stubborn yet also understanding her sister could be at times.

There was a huff from inside the Vent as Fate slowly emerged from deep Within, starting and Shaking out her plating once fully outside the tight space.

Bucket gave a small smile to Fate before leading the way to the medbay, where Ratched was currently organising his tools to perfection.

Ratched hoped they would be able to get the Predacon checked up soon, as the first was quite lacking when it came to results.

While having done a quick Check-up and scan only revealed the biggest issues and illnesses,  like her much to weak spark, ot would not show smaller cuts scared, or System problems.

Thus making it important to get her checked up as soon as possible, as even a minor would could have an serious impact in not treated, especially as it could easily get infected.

He worried seeing as younglings where not just rare this deep into the war, but also quite susceptible to most illnesses, whit a very high chance of them not surviving them.

Just then Ratchet turned to the medbay door as her heard it open, revealing who he came to know as Starstreak, a not to excited looking Splitspark Prime silently walking after her.

"I found her~" The seeker happily chirped, doing a small spin as she did so, gesturing to the rather awkward looking Predacon.

"Good, could you put her on the berth and keep her there? I need a more thorough scan." Ratchet responded whit a sigh, seemingly excausted by just the thought of checking her over.

After 4 hours of Screeching, clawing, biting and Cries of panic and discomfort the medbay finally Quieted down, leaving nothing but a unsettling silence.

Everybody shared a concerned look as the saw ratched enter the main room.

His armour was blue whit shed energon while his entire fram was cover in scratches, bite marks and Patches of frost and dents, leaving him looking like he just returned from a heated battle whit the Decepticons.

He was followed shortly after by a somewhat less mauled Starstreak and last a Though dripping whit fresh Energon Predacon, holding not even the lightest scratch or dent.