Healed [Sequel to Burned](Transformers Prime)

Prologue

Okay, I really couldn't help myself, kind of the same thing that happened with this book's predecessor. Here's a prologue for you people out there; let me know what you think!

"You can pretend it's meant to be,
But you can't stay away from me,"

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Space was vast, impressive, and utterly lonely.

Megatron, former leader of the Decepticons, a warlord with a reputation for his strength and ruthlessness, found his spark aching for companionship. Exile was not going as well as he had hoped, despite his newfound freedom and peace.

He dared not to go back to Cybertron, because he knew for a fact he would be tried as a war criminal and executed, possibly right there on the spot. Rumors had spread across the galaxy that Optimus Prime had sacrificed himself to revive the Well of Allsparks, and so his only voucher was gone. He doubted any of the other former members of Team Prime would try to defend his spark, especially after his final stunt with Unicron.

There was one, however, that came to mind, but if the new Council was anything like its Golden Age predecessor, they wouldn't take the word of a human into account. And he didn't think her medic counterpart would stand up for him, despite the connection.

It had been some time since he had thought of her. Occasionally she would drift into his thoughts, an obsession he had fought hard to combat but found himself returning to every so often. He wondered if she was still involved with the Cybertronians, as fearless as ever. Or if she had parted ways with the Autobots and began her own life away from them. He didn't think so, not if her guardian was still around.

Megatron paused in his aimless walking across a deserted moon to stop and think. Due to his self-inflicted banishment, he had the freedom to travel wherever he pleased, as long as there was energon. And there was one place he knew there would be enough for one, maybe two Cybertronian's to live off of for the rest of their life cycles.

He wanted to return to Earth, to find some kind of acceptance from the one being who found it within herself to try and save him, even after all he had done to her. Though he feared rejection, it had to be worth a try. And even if she didn't want him, the planet was vast. He could hide, become a "robot in disguise," and keep to himself for the rest of his days.

Yes, he supposed. He could do that.

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"I've been feeling some weakness in them for a few days now," Dana explained to her doctor, gesturing to her legs. "I'm kind of hoping it's just from rigorous exercise, and not the device failing . . ."

"Let me get an energon reading," Ratchet replied, opening up the console in his arm. "If the device has low energon levels, it might just need a refill. Luckily, the synthetic energon formula makes it possible for me to make enough for the both of us, so don't worry about using up my energon."

The human nodded, going still as a beam passed through her body, Ratchet watching as the energon readings went up dangerously high for a human, but only when it passed through the device on her back. He noted that this reading was significantly lower than the previous three he had done over the past three months.

"It does seem to be low on energon," The medic turned around and tinkered a little on his new and improved lab station, beginning to generate some energon. "Agent Fowler, could you please assist?"

"Of course." Fowler stepped forward, donning some heavy-duty gloves Ratchet handed to him.

"Put these on. They should save you in the event of energon exposure." The medic explained, stopping energon production and carefully siphoning it into a smaller containment unit. "See if the exposed hub will open for you."

Dana silently turned around and lifted her shirt, bending down so nothing could accidentally spill out. Agent Fowler approached her from the side, and first gently touched the rounded top. With a little give, like a button, it opened up, exposing what looked very much like an energon feeding tube. Shockwave had thought of everything.

"Alright, carefully now," Ratchet handed him the small container of the life-giving fuel. "I would recommend filling it to the brim, if possible."

"Got it." Agent Fowler began to gingerly pour the eye-stinging liquid into the admittedly strange hole in her back, an involuntary sigh of relief escaping Dana as she felt her legs become revitalized.

"That feels significantly better." She said the moment it was done and Fowler had closed up the hub. "Thank you."

"No problemo." Agent Fowler handed the container back to Ratchet. "So, will this be a six-month thing, then?"

"Possibly. I will keep readings to make an accurate chart of how much energon it seems to be using up each month, and Dana will give me updates on the status of her legs." The medic typed something into the computer; from what Dana could understand, it was a log of some kind. "The decrease happened rather rapidly between this month and the last, which makes me wonder what kind of energy-cycle it's on. If I had the schematics, I would probably be able to see. But, that was lost when the Nemesis crashed on Cybertron."

Dana nodded, then shrugged, readjusting her shirt. "Oh well. We will learn the best we can. Besides, it's not like I leave base too often now anyways." She grinned. "Not after Fowler was able to give me a 'robot babysitting' job."

Ratchet scoffed a little. "I don't need babysitting."

"The government thinks you do. Besides, all I have to do is vouch for Fowler's weekly reports, and we're good to go!" She smiled. "Its not as fun as a traveling nurse, but we could probably visit wherever we wanted with just an activation of a Spacebridge."

"That is very true." Ratchet agreed, putting up his tools.

As they prepared to end the monthly check-up, an alarm sounded from the main computer frame, indicating that it had picked up an unshielded Cybertronian lifeform.

"Who is it? Someone new? A ship?" Dana asked eagerly.

"No . . ." Ratchet gazed at the screen. "It's Megatron."

"What in the name of Sam Hill is he doing back here?! Come to finally claim Earth as his own now that Prime is gone?" Fowler demanded.

"I don't think so," Dana frowned, "after Unicron, he left; essentially banishing himself into the unknown universe."

"I think there is a more likely possibility," Ratchet looked at his charge, her green eyes returning his gaze as it too dawned on her. "He's coming for you."