Who's Really the Crazy One Here?

Chapter 17

Tick--- Tock--- Tick---- Tick--- Tock--- Tick-----

You helm knocked against the metal wall as the annoying putrid sound continued to play. It felt like it was in your helm. It made you feel not alone in your own processor. 

You didn't like that.

Your systems were still trying to rebuild your cracked optic and fix your vocalizer. You couldn't do much else but sulk alone in a dim room with that imbecilic, vacuous, staccatoed clicking. 

It was positively mind numbing. 

You didn't stop knocking your helm against the wall when the clicking stopped. You knew well enough it would turn back on. You coughed hard, from your vocalizer being unfixed and crushed, and you could taste the faint tang of energon against your glossa. You didn't bother looking over as the door opened, usually all they did was toss in scrapes of a cube for you to refuel with. 

Though this time that didn't happen. Guards waltzed in with guns and surrounded you. A side optic was all you cast at them. 

"Get up." One of them demanded

Your derma pulled and you wanted to retort, but your vocalizer made that unable to happen. 

"Are you deaf!? Get up!" He shouted again 

You began to knock your helm harder against the wall leaving an energon stain. Eventually two of the idiotic autobots grabbed you by your arms and forced you to your pedes. They more less dragged you to where they wanted you to go.  And you let them, your frame was too weak to put up a real fight. 

You felt like a living scrap sack as your optics closed. It was nice to not hear the stupid clicking. 

Though it was not a good sign when you were drug to what looked like an operating table. It didn't take much effort on the Autobots part as you were lifted onto the table and strapped down. They soon enough left, you gazed lazily around your good optic straining to take in things in the dark room. 

It stank of Energon and death. It was oddly familiar. 

You missed your lab. Well... Maybe not the lab itself. It was a building a place you resided in for such a long time, easily replaced. 

No, you didn't miss your lab. Not that much anyways. 

Perhaps it was the work you did that you missed? No, you could work anywhere your reasearch was saved deep in your processor, encoded in your memory files. Safe where no one could reach them.  Except yourself of course. 

No, You didn't miss your lab or your research. Perhaps you missed your darling creations? Understandable they were one of the few beings you had for company in the long lonely hours of lab work. But you knew well enough that if they did survive the Autobot raid on your lab the chances you'd see them again was one in a million. 

Perhaps you missed something else... Blitzwing perhaps? The name ringing through your processor sent a pang of hurt to your spark. Yes. That was what you missed. The grey mechs oddly sweet attitude towards you is what you missed the most, you deduced. 

A little voice nagged at the back of your helm about how he didn't protect you when you needed him most. It was right, but you refused to think about that at the moment, instead focusing on the medic that walked into the room. 

"Now, lets see what we can do about that optic of yours."