Decepticon Island (TF Aligned continuity AU)

CHAAR

No!

Stop it!

Leave him alone!

Don't harm him, please!

I swear, I'll do anything!

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The three medics solemnly look on as their patient twists and turns and whimpers in recharge.

"Should we wake him?" Moonracer asked.

"Dunno, never had to deal with this kind of thing before," Dead End admitted.

"Well, if it has anything to do with what I think is going on within his processor right now, then I believe we should snap him out of it," Knockout concluded, already trying to shake the restless flight-frame awake. "Come on, Sandstorm, wake up."

"Um, Knockout?" Moonracer questioned.

"No worries, Moonracer! I'm a..."

Before Knockout could finish, Sandstorm jolted awake, his vents circulating erratically.

"Whoa! Sandstorm, it's alright! You're safe!"

"W...What do you mean I'm safe?" Sandstorm cried, frame rigid and servos gripping the berth tight enough to dent. He recalibrated his optics and took in his surroundings.

"T...This isn't the Tidal Wave's med-bay."

"Like I said, Sandstorm, you're safe," Knockout reiterated calmly. "You're on the Daytrader. Starscream brought you here, remember?"

"S...Starscream?"

Sandstorm continued to circulate his vents and gradually began to settle down.

"Y...Yes, Starscream. I remember. He wanted to get me away from the ship, away from Thundertron."

Bruised plating shuddered in response to the chill of fear that sparked in Sandstorm. He pulled his legs up to his chassis and wrapped his arms around them.

"I...Is he here? I want to see him."

"Of course," Knockout said, forcing a small smile. He turned to his fellow medics.

"Any idea where he is?"

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Dead End strode through the halls of the Daytrader until he arrived at one of the many locked doors that led into a set of guest quarters. Grinning, he raises a fist and knocks. His wait isn't long, as heavy steps approach the door and open it.

"Hello, Shockwave," Dead End greeted. "Have a good recharge?"

"Yes, however short," Shockwave replied.

"I'd chalk that up to being a workaholic. Anyway, I was hoping I could borrow Starscream."

Shockwave didn't respond, most likely caught off guard by the request.

"He is here, isn't he? I doubt it would have been easy detaching him when he looked as comfortable as he did, so I assumed you had no choice but to bring him back to your room."

The sound of movement catches Dead End's attention. He spots a winged, silver frame shifting on the berth in the far corner.

"Whoever's there, I will shoot you for interrupting my beauty sleep," Starscream threatened, voice muffled by the extremely comfortable blanket Shockwave found and gave to him...