Transformers Prime: Sparkbeat {Completed}

Chapter 20: Dangit Wheeljack

Ratchet's POV:

"Wheeljack's been captured?!" Bulkhead cries angrily, balling his servos into fists.

"As far as we know." Malachite sighs; she's standing beside me with Mithra in her arms, Optimus somehow has inched over to face us, and Everence is standing with Emma on the other side of me.

"How did they get to him?" Arcee, a pained look in her optics, growls.

"He tried to get into the base; he must have thought we were there." I reply softly, attempting to stay calm, but failing miserably.

Emma roars angrily, stomping one ped and making the ground shake violently.

"Emma please." Everence says to her sharply, and the predacon snarls in protest, but backs down.

"Surely there are less Decepticons in the base?" Malachite puts in. "They wouldn't completely move in-- they must have split their resources for the Nemesis AND the base. There can't be too many to handle."

"And what about Ravage? And Megatron?" Arcee states, raising an optic ridge. "They might remain in the base."

"Perhaps, but what if we snuck into the base?" Everence snaps her digits and looks up.

"Stealth." Malachite nods. "Everence and I were trained in a  stealth team-- And we know all the ways into the base. We can sneak in and get Wheeljack out of there."

Reluctance pulls at my spark; I can't send Malachite in... Its too dangerous! Malachite notices the hurt look in my optics, clearly, and puts a hand on my shoulder, drawing close.

"I'll be fine." She whispers gently, and I put an arm around her, not wanting to ever let go.

"I know... I just..." My voice is pained, I can tell, but I don't care.

Mithra whimpers, sensing something is wrong, her little optics clouding with confusion.

"Malachite and I will sneak in through the roof; the entrance onto the lift is hidden. The cons can't know about it." Everence states, and Optimus reluctantly nods.

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Malachite hands Mithra to Optimus; she lets out a squeal of laughter and throws her arms onto his chest in a hug.

"Ready?" Everence asks the malachite femme.

Malachite sends me a look, and I just want her to stay, but duty comes first...

I join them in walking outside the cave, Everence transforms into her helicopter vehicle mode, and Malachite turns to me sadly.

"Just return to me." I choke out, my voice shaky.

She smiles, clearly a nervous smile. Without warning she cups my faceplate in her servos and kisses me, sweet and calm. My servos meet her waist, and after a few seconds she pulls away, and we look at eachother with kind optics.

"I'll be back." She whispers, backs away, transforms into her jet form, and with Everence they take off.

"Promise?" I whisper back, even though she can't hear me.

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Emma's POV:

Optimus is playing with Mithra, yes, actually playing; He's tickling her.... It's freaking adorable. Ratchet however, is pacing back and forth, a worried look in his optics.

I stand up and trot over to him, and whimper loudly.

"I'm fine." He waves me off.

I whimper again and nudge him, and surprisingly he sighs and.... Oh My mushrooms he leans on me.

"She has to come back." He murmurs, and I nuzzle him gently.

"She will." I say through the mind link I used on Optimus so long ago.

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Darkplague's POV:

I fragging hate my life. I'm a Decepticon lab experiment; lime green paint job with black detailing, and my whole life I've been tested and experimented upon. Shockwave is torturing me. I can't take it anymore.

Knockout comes into the room, holding my daily injection that keeps me weak.

"You promised." I whisper.

"I can't set you free, Dark." He argues, a reluctant look in his optics.

"You promised." I say a bit firmer.

"Very well, but please don't get caught." He unchains me, and I take off down the hall.

Freedom freedom freedom freedom freedom.... My processor hisses, as I burst into a random room. Gotta escape.

As I come in, Shockwave shocks a femme, a malachite colored one with red optics, with a tool I'm all too familiar with. Uh oh!

The femme drops to the ground, and a second femme tackles Shockwave away. Help her. She wears the Autobot insigma, and I'm through with the cons, so let it rain. I rush to her side, and rest a servo on her shoulder.

"Who are you?!" She growls weakly.

"Darkplague." I reply gently.

The other femme rushes over quickly. "Malachite are you alright?" She asks.

"Who is she?" 'Malachite' scrambles away from us both. Just as I suspected. Shockwave's used the brainpan eraser. She can't remember a thing.