3. Family (A TFP Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

I couldn't feel a thing.

Which felt amazing.

It was like I was floating on air, all the pain gone and never to return.

At first, it was all darkness, which was a bit nerve wracking. Then, a bright light envelopes around me. It was beautiful and shone like the sparkles in the optics of the Autobots.

I was about to head towards when I thought accrued to me.

The Autobots.

If I were to go into that light, would I ever see them again?

Ratchet.

I drew my hand back into my chest from previously reaching for the light. As soon as the medic's faceplate flashed in my vision, a rush of emotions flooded into me. The strongest of which was pain. Surprisingly, it wasn't physically pain, and it wasn't even mine. As it flowed through me like a sea, I realized that pain was the sadness and grief of losing someone. It was the panic of someone who cared for someone else too much to let them go. I blinked in surprise when I realized that I was once again feeling through Ratchet's spark. This time, however, it felt stronger. So much stronger.

When I realized this, I seemed to fully wake up within the darkness. I realized that as peaceful as the light looked, I couldn't take it right now. I had people who needed me. And frankly, if I was being honest, I wasn't ready to go just yet. I smiled softly to myself, looking at the light sadly. Shaking my head, my body turned and started running the opposite direction, towards consciousness. Towards the mech who was calling my name silently from his spark. For a brief moment, I paused and looked back.

A gentle smile met me, and I saw a sandy haired woman wave at me, mouthing a goodbye. Tears filled my eyes as I smiled and waved back at her.

"I'll be back someday," I said quietly, and then I turned and ran away again.

I'm coming, Ratchet.

~

At first, there was darkness again. A brief moment later, there was feeling, and I knew I had made it back. Slowly, as feeling spread up my entire body, I realized there wasn't much pain. Only a dull ache that seemed to be slowly subsiding. And then there was warmth. Something smooth and warm was gently stroking my head, brushing my hair softly. I smiled gently when I realized in the dark that this was Ratchet, his digits carefully caressing me. It took me a few minutes to finally force my eyes to flutter open, and even when they did, everything was blurry. Apparently, my hearing had returned to me as well, because the moment they began to open, I heard a quiet gasp. My muscles ached, but I managed to raise my arm, my fingers finding the warm metal of his servo, and I stroked it gently as I tried to focus on his faceplate. It took a minute, but finally I was able to see him, his expression a sea of relief and surprise.

"Hey, Ratchet," I said quietly, my voice hoarse and scratchy. I coughed a little at the dryness of my throat, realizing that my mouth felt pretty dry, too.

My guardians deflated, his optics swimming with several emotions that I couldn't really identify. His other servo reached out and touched the other side of my face gently, his derma parting as he released a heavy sigh. My smile grew into a wide beam, despite how weak I felt, and with quite a bit of effort, I sat up. Ratchet immediately opened his derma to protest against me doing his, but when I reached out and hugged his servo tightly, he decided not to and simply watched me as slight tear began to fill my eyes.

I began to look around, trying to take in my surroundings. I realized that I was laying upon a giant medical berth, one that was obviously used for Cybertronians and not humans. My face flushed with embarrassment, realizing that I had taken up this much space for who knows how long. It was still light out, which meant that the other kids were probably still here. I could see Optimus and Ultra Magnus by a monitor. Bulkhead and Bee were having a silent conversation over in a corner. I blinked my eyes and looked back up to Ratchet, who was still watching me.