Who Guards the Guardians? (TFP/Bayverse crossover)

Control

Irritation was gnawing at my processor. After getting Optimus stabilized enough that I could walk away from him, I locked myself in my berthroom. I, well, we had originally thought this 'dark energon' would have worn off by now. Jazz suggested trying to push it out with fresh stuff, but it seems to have only diluted it slightly.

Broadwing is the most affected by it currently. He is constantly growling and pacing, holding back the primal instinct in him that is slowly surfacing with each passing moment. He hasn't tried to take over yet, but he did threaten me once when I was trying to console him. I gave him a cold glare, and a growl actually escaped my throat. 

The Predacon flinched back, then left me alone.

Besides that, all it was for me was simply a nagging irritability and a sense of helplessness. Which only lead to more irritation and the want to hit something. I release a vent and lower myself down to the ground. Folding my wings over my sides, I close my optics and force a recharge over all of us. We had agreed this would be the best option, and I scheduled it to wake me after my energon reaches ten percent.

Yeah, sure, it was possibly suicidal, but it was the only solution besides extracting with the limited technology we have here and risk exposure to Optimus and everyone else.

Besides, maybe by then Optimus will be awake.

That makes a small smile creep onto my faceplates as I fall into recharge.

As everything slowly powers down, I muse about how awkward it was going to be getting used to this new form..... That makes me chuckle slight as well.

Think positive.... Think.... positive....

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[Ratchet POV]

With Optimus and Rachel both down for the count right now, I feel slight apprehension rise in my spark. No doubt we can all handle our own without them, but their leadership skills were something no one could match. I will do my best but, even as I try, the tension in the air is thick. Arcee and Cliffjumper are out on patrol in the quadrant farthest from here, nearest where the battle took place. Bumblebee, Sideswipe, and Ironhide went the opposite direction in an energon search. Smokescreen was with the kids, trying to keep them distracted with video games, while Bulkhead and Wheeljack went towards the gym area. No doubt they were lobbing in there. Elita-One and Chromia were patrolling in Jasper, making sure no Decepticons were snooping around too close to base.

Such a waste of metal for a toy.

At least they were bright enough to use scrap pipes that were no longer of use to us.

I find my optics fall on the humans. Rafael was sitting away from them slightly, consumed with something on his computer. His ability to communicate with Bumblebee was still fascinating to me, but it was no doubt due to his genius. I may not know much about human kind, but even on Cybertron he would have been among the high class for his ability to learn quickly.

That's why him and Rachel got along so well.

I suddenly realize why he is sitting alone, focusing on something other than games or television. Although Jack is Rachel's brother (might I add, he is barely keeping focus on the game Miko and Sam are playing), Rafael has been friends with Rachel for years. As he looks up, I realize I have been staring, and I turn back to the computers before me with a vent. Jack notices the movement as well, and turns towards me, then Rafael.

Thankfully, he only moves towards the boy, and they start to discuss something. I don't listen in, as that would be rude, and instead return to my own tasks at servo. Another energon reading had shown up, with a familiar pattern I had hoped wouldn't show again. 

Dark Energon.

I was currently tracking it, but it was getting difficult. The signal was disappearing and reappearing on a steady course, but I didn't like how much I was losing it. I feel a growl rising, but I bite it back. I needed to keep a level helm. Right now, I was second in command, and I needed to act like it. I gaze over the globe on my right as it spins. Small icons of each Autobot in the field were on it, the groups close together in separate parts of the United States.

However....

"What are you?" 

A separate icon appears, located in the country known as 'China'. It is unknown, but definitely Autobot. "Ratchet!" I turn my helm, finding my optics falling on Raf, who was standing at the edge of the railing with his computer in hand. The screen was facing me, and on it was an image of a very familiar Autobot aircraft.

And just the one we needed right now.

"Location?" Is all I ask, and the boy quickly turns it around, carefully balancing it on the railing and typing swiftly. "Looks like he's in Beging, China." I nod my helm, and turn back to the globe, a smile on my faceplates as I see the icon was still there.

"Smokescreen, retrieve Wheeljack and Bulkhead! I have a mission for you three."

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Short chapter, I know, but the next one/two will be longer! We are nearing a big part of the ending for this fanfiction, and I'm re-writing a few chapters again. 

HOWEVER

I wanted to get this out there because a timeskip is about to happen and this is just kinda a filler.

So, ye.

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