Fight Or Flight- Transformers Prime One-Shot

Fight Or Flight

Notes before reading:

This is for flashbacks;

This is for the present.

It had been a boring, bad day. The Autobots in  Iacon's base, the biggest of the ones still active, were mostly going to do shifts or recharge. Splitflame walked out of the med bay. Or, to word it better, ran out. Ducking to avoid a wrench flying to his helm. It landed in front of him with a loud clank. The young seeker grabbed it and ran for his life, trying to get out of the range of death. A orange, grumpy death who had his reign in the infirmary.
The aspiring medic didn't stop until he entered the energon storage. Just wanting to hide among others in case Ratchet the Hatchet decided to go after him.
"Primus." he vented heavily and looked around before realizing only two other bots were sitting on chairs, staring at him over their cubes, their blue optics wide. His wings twitched in awkwardness, and he sat down, not really knowing what to say. Looking down at his servos.

Suddenly though someone spoke up, his voice sounding timid. It was the yellow youngling, who had stood, though Splitflame realized that only when a servo was placed on his shoulder.
"You look like you saw a ghost." he said, "something happened?"
Splitflame just looked at him, then at the white and blue praxian who was just watching them.
'Ratchet... " he muttered softly, and he could not say more, his voice drowned by the groan coming from the sitting guy.
" Rest in peace." he said "before you come to your inevitable death coming from the Wrenches' Lord , want to have a sip of high grade? At least you won't feel the pain coming."

Splitflame gave him a glare, grumbling. Who was even this guy? Did he know how strict Ratchet was with drinking?
" Oh shut it Smokescreen." the other mech interjected  before Splitflame could "so when he finds him drunk, it will be worse. That's not a good idea. First thing what is your name and what did you do? Maybe we can help you fix it, we are both free. I am Bumblebee and that foolish jokester is Smokescreen, we saved our afts from Optimus' and Ultra Magnus' wrath a good number of times. We can get you out of trouble. "
Splitflame looked at the two, confused on how two bots he had never talked to just wanted to help. But he didn't have much to lose, after all. Right?

" I accidentally let fall the last vials of anesthetics." he said in a faint whisper " we don't even have enough resources to have the scientists make them."
Bumblebee and Smokescreen looked at each other, the yellow mech gulping nervously. Bots came in often horribly injured. Needing surgery. No anesthesia? It would be a disaster. Smokescreen rubbed the back of his helm and grumbled softly.
" Well there is no place where we can find other supplies?" he asked quietly "at least some for the time being?"

Splitflame opened his mouth to deny and probably even  make some sharp comment on this Smokescreen  really living in another world. But then he closed it as his optics sparked.
'There are some hospitals which were abandoned at the start of the war because under attack." he said quietly " often the bots who fled were in a hurry as they were neutrals and afraid. If we find one of those there is a good chance that we could find some medicines. Maybe they could find some anesthetics too. "
Bumblebee's voice sounded as soon as Splitflame finished talking, and was slightly higher pitched, so full of excitement:" I have some old map of pre-war Cybertron! Optimus gave them to me!"
Splitflame's wings twitched, and his optics fell on the map as soon as Bee gave it to him. A smile immediately appeared as he saw the closest of the ones which had not been already checked by divisions of Autobots.
" Here. " he said firmly pointing at it "Let's go there. Tyger Pax."

Splitflame walked with those two he had just met, not really paying much attention to Bee talking about how they had to be quick before someone noticed their absence. Smokescreen snorted:" Oh come on Bee. It's really not that complicated. We go in, look for medicines, take them and go back. We are almost at Tyger Pax too."
But Bumblebee continued talking, his voice a bit irritated and high pitched. Splitflame heard it in his audio receptors like it was nagging at his processor. Always more insisting, always higher...