Hello

    Silence. The loudest lullaby to the Autobots' audio receptors was silence as they all played the waiting game. They were waiting for the femme to wake up from her coma. Everything that had happened to the femme was crystal clear on their processor. They can remember how everything happened. 

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Earlier...

    The base was unusually quiet when an energy signal beeped, distracting everyone. Ratchet, before he informed everyone in the base, typed to make sure everything is correct not a glitch. "It's a Cybertronian life signal, and a weak one too." 

"Is it an Autobot or Decepticon?" Arcee asked. 

"I can't tell." Ratchet replied. 

"We must get there before the Decepticons do." Optimus waited for Ratchet to type in the coordinates of the location where the signal came from to open the ground bridge. Once everything was ready, the ground bridge was opened by Ratchet. "Autobots, roll out!" 

    They transformed into their vehicle mode and drove through the green portal with Optimus taking the lead. None of them knew what they're about to face, they don't know if the life signal belongs to an Autobot or a Decepticon, but the look in Ratchet's optics made Optimus have a feeling that it's a fellow Autobot.  

* * *

    They arrived at the location and transformed back to their robot mode with their weapons ready. They saw nothing but fire and a wrecked ship from an explosion; trees were on fire.  

"Nobody could've survived that!" Bulkhead said as he approached the ship with the others; Bumblebee beeped in agreement. 

Optimus was about to say something, but the sound of a ground bridge opening cut him off. A bunch of vehicons came running out with Megatron leading them. Optimus and the others stood in their fighting positions, ready to fight. Optimus looked at Bumblebee and said, "go and check for any survivors on the ship but be careful." Bumblebee nodded. He deactivated his weapons and ran to the ship. 

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    The ship on the inside was dark. There was no light. Nothing in the vessel was useful any longer. Thank the explosion, all monitors, and data; everything was now nothing but ashes. Bumblebee searched for the life signal they all received, but how could someone survive through something like this?! A voice in his processor told him to stop searching, for it will be in vain. He didn't listen. -There's a 'bot in here, and they're fighting to survive.- He said to the voice, showing it that he's the one in control and everything will go the way he wants. 

"Hello?" A faint, weak voice said through the cracks of fire.  

Bumblebee quickly began to wipe away all the ashes, and turning off the fire, searching for the owner of the voice. -Where are you?- He beeped. Suddenly, he found a young body that belonged to a femme. Her colours couldn't be seen, for she was covered in black from all the ashes. Her optics were barely glowing, and her wounds were bleeding. Bumblebee beeped to Ratchet and the rest about his discovery as he held the femme in his arms and ran out of the already exploded ship. 

    The second Optimus saw Bumblebee running out of the ship with a Cybertronian in his arms he yelled, "Autobots, fall back!"  

A ground bridge opened not far from where the Autobots were standing. Bumblebee was the first to run in. On the other side, Ratchet was waiting for the patient to come in. The med.bay was ready. "Bumblebee, bring the 'bot to the med.bay now!" He said. Bumblebee nodded and followed the doctor. Ratchet hooked the femme bot with wires that read her spark-beats on the monitor; they were faint as she went into a coma. "No!" Ratchet yelled.

After three shocks with the spark shocker, her spark-beat was back to normal. However, the rhythms would change every minute. He began to check and work on her major and minor injuries. “She’s losing Energon!” Ratchet yelled. “I need a donor!” Bumblebee beeped, asking to donate his Energon.  

    The hours that Ratchet worked with felt like an eternity. When he finished, he made a final scan check for any more wounds. An explosion will bring a lot of damage, but they can be fixed, however, not everything. "By the Allspark," Ratchet gasped; everyone's attention turned to him, "her T-Cog … it's been completely damaged, and there's nothing I can do." He lowered his head, feeling that he's the worst medic in the universe. 

"Can't you fix it like when you fixed Bumblebee's T-cog?" Bulkhead asked. 

Ratchet shook his helm. "No, I can't. I repaired everything I can, but I can't repair the T-Cog. It's completely damaged, dysfunctional, burnt, and there's nothing I can do to change that." 

"What if we found another T-Cog and-"  

Ratchet cut off Arcee, "from where?! It's not something I can recreate, and you can't find one here on this stupid planet." Hurt was written all over his face, and it was clear in his tone. "Besides, even if I had a T-Cog available, I won't be able to do anything because she's in a coma right now, and when she wakes up she will ... never be able to walk again." He left with a frustrated and sad sigh and went out for a drive, mumbling to himself about how useless he his. 

* * *

    Nobody could forget what happened that day, not even Bumblebee. What he saw inside the ship was an utter nightmare. The femme bot had been in a coma for a week now, and she showed no signs of coming back online; however, her brain activity showed that she’s living in another world. The world of her dreams. The waiting game never ended. 

    When their human friends came to the base, they were dead silent at what they saw. Miko wanted to get a closer look at the femme, but Ratchet would shoo her away every time she tried to sneak in. Jack was sitting on the sofa with Arcee standing beside him, trying to figure out what could have happened to the femme since they won’t tell them the whole story. Raf, somehow, felt a bizarre connection between him and the femme bot. It was the same connection he felt with Bumblebee, and that was the reason he understood what the yellow scout was always beeping about. Raf couldn't help but feel sadder and sadder with every second passing by all the time. He, too, was playing the endless waiting game. 

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❀To be continued❀