Infected

Chapter 4

Eclipse pov.

I stretched and lounged on my couch. Solar and Wavelength had long gone back to their respective housing. Flare fell alseep and hour ago and Seige was helping Uncle Thundercracker with his old ship. Looking back at the datapad I kept reading. I'm surprised Wavelength let me read it first. I'm not surprised about Solar, he's to interested in that diary of his. My optics drifted from relic to relic. Many of which I've heard about from Solar. I listened as Sire moved around in his office. Since the war he's become an instructor for flight schools, same as Uncle Thundercracker. I smile to myself. Those two still carry quite a bit of military instinct. Wake up call, lights out, this meal at this time, and few other normal boot camp things. My trin and I lived like that as well. It's what we grew up watching and how we were raised. Though, unless we were actually at boot camp, the routine is fairly lenient. My wings flicked as I continued reading. Several of the relics in this datapad were never recovered, others made it back to the Iacon Hall of Relics, and a few were kept by specific Autobots. I think Magness still has the Forge of Solus Prime, I'm not sure. I hear Uncle Thundercracker and Siege come back a few minutes later.

"Lights out!" He calls through the house.

By Primus. 10pm already? I shake my helm at myself and put the datapad on the coffee table.

"How is the ship?" I ask walking out of the living room.

"In working order as always. She just needed a good cleaning!" Uncle Thundercracker declared proudly.

Siege and I chuckle and say our good nights before joining our brother in bed. Flare always slept on his backstrut while Seige lay across his tanks. I always fell asleep across the both of them.

"Night you two." Flare mumbled, barely awake enough to even say the words.

"Night." Siege yawned and spread out.

"Night guys." I curl against Flare's side.

Solar POV.

"Several more patients were emitted today. All sharing the same symptoms again."

I overheard Carrier grumbling to Sire. Ratchet continued his medic work at a local hospital after the war. Here recently some new illness was spreading and it was driving him crazy.

"It is possible Cybertron is readjusting to supporting life again." Optimus tried reassuring his oldest friend, now sparkmate.

I've already overheard this conversation a few times. Carrier and I both knew Optimus wasn't sure of himself when he said that. If either creator knew I listened into their conversations I would be done for. I know they want what's best for me. They really do. But Ratchet is so set on me going into a medical field and Optimus is so protective.... I sigh quietly. I can't blame them for how they've raised me. Most of Team Prime became molded to live a war lifestyle; and now that the war is over they just want to protect me, and this is the best way they know how. Magness though? Magness is a spike, none of my friend group like him. I'm pretty sure even Sire is trying to politely pull away from him, and they're brothers!

"Optimus this illness is growing and we don't know where it came from!" Ratchet protested in an exhausted manner.

"I know, you've made me well aware." I heard Sire lay a servo on Carrier's shoulder pad.

"What if it spreads further? Past the city borders?" Carrier mumbles.

"Then there are talented medics world wide."

"Optimus, I'm worried this virus is getting out of control." Ratchet vents.

I creep away for the corner after that. I don't want to hear the rest of that conversation. It's been this way for a while. Carrier going to work, then coming back a worried mess. I think he almost misses his days back on Earth. I quietly close my berthroom door and sit on my berth. I just wish they would trust me more... I- Shaking my helm I grab the old diary again. They had their reasons. I know they do. The war stories I've read are evidence enough. Sire and Carrier are genuinely trying their best. Scrolling through my book I find where I last left off. I should probably vent to Wavelength tomorrow. Yeah that seems like a good idea. Relaxing I focus on the journal entry. The Wreckers had been called onto the scene and the author was anxiously waiting to hear back from his old comrades; having once been a wrecker himself. Megatron was still at large and the human government was prepared and ready to fly in to help at a moments notice. What remained of the Ark was still being dug out from the volcano, but the quickly unstable terrain was making it impossible. The ship would have to be abandoned all together.

As Megatron was sending Decepticons out into space, so was Optimus. It was another fight for energon. One I already knew wouldn't work, for either side. Sire told me that himself. My com link dinged with a notification. It was Wavelength.

:Hey. Are you up?: He texted.

:Yeah. I'm surprised you are.:

:Carrier's been in a mood. Apparently there's a new student tomorrow.:

:There is? Why would that annoy Magness?:

:Something about your Sire saying, and I quote, "We should give everyone a chance, no matter their age and limits." What ever that means.:

:That- doesn't even begin to clear anything up.:

:Tell me about it. Carrier almost blew a fuse so I'm kinda stuck in my room for a while.:

:Mech, that's disgusting.:

:Gee thanks for the reminder.:

:You're welcome. Will you be at school tomorrow?:

:Absolutely. Wanna skip class tomorrow?:

:Yes!! I'll comm the trin about tomorrows plan when they wake up.:

:You mean when you wake up. Those three are crazy with how early they get up for school.:

:As Skywarp likes to say, "you can take to seeker out of boot camp, but you can't take the boot camp out of the seeker.:

:XD:

I text my goodnight as Wavelength does the same. Seems tomorrow will be more interesting than I thought.