Chapter 2: Sparkling
In an instant, Saber runs out of the room. A smile on her face, the mechs all just start laughing, watching Ratchet grumble about how irresponsible she is being. Saber just starts laughing and running away. "Knockout! Make use of yourself!" Knockout and Ratchet are both of the medics for the Autobots, of course Ratchet has higher authority. But Knockout is very useful, especially against the Decepticons.
Knockout calms his laughter to a small chuckle as he walks toward Saber. With a smile on his face, he manages to wrap his arms around her waist gently, but rough enough to keep her still. "Sometimes I wonder if you are even the big guy's sparkling." Knockout mutters, Saber knows what he means by 'the big guy'. It's her sire.
"Who knows, maybe I'm not." She says, her smile faltering. It comes back up with a devilish smile, she turns and kicks Knockout into the wall. "But sure do fight like him." The mechs all smile at the femme, Racer gets up and walks towards her.
"Alright Prime, time for you to chill out." Her smile grows, Racer is a tough opponent, but even he can't beat her. Mostly. There have been a few times when he gets under her skin and uses that to his advantage.
"Sure thing, 'mate." (FUN FACT: She sometimes has an Australian accent, she gets it from her Carrier.) Racer lifts his arms, when he puts them down, his smaller cannons come out of the forearms.
"Oh look, now you got her talking in the accent." Ratchet says as he crosses his arms over his chassis, normally he would not conduct such action. But he knows nothing bad will happen. Besides, it's just Racer and Saber. A smile grows on both of their faceplates.
Quickly Saber runs at Racer. Grabbing onto his audio receptors, she kicks him in the stomach and pushes off. Landing on her pedes, she gets ready for Racer to run at her. When he finally does, her throws a punch at her. She turns to the side. But, he expected that and knocks her pedes out from under her.
Before he has the chance to land another strike, she punches him square in the jaw. The force throws him to the ground. The femme stands there laughing, with her servos on her hips. A cheeky smile on her face. "Gottcha!" She shouts in surprise, feeling arms wrap around her waist. Keeping her arms at her sides, the mech lifts her up so she can't move her pedes.
"No! Bumblebee! Put me down!" The mech laughs, but doesn't put her down. Instead, he begins walking towards the med bay. Where Ratchet now sits with a smile on his face plates.
"Thank you Bumblebee," Said bot, drops the femme gently. Who quickly runs for the door. However, the door is immediately blocked by Racer.
"Nah ah ah." He grabs her shoulders, turning her around, and pushing her towards Ratchet. "Your wound is still fresh, you need to rest." He says more calmly and sweetly.
"But-" Ratchet puts his hand up, grabbing her arm gently.
"Please Saber, let them handle it. How long has it been since you got some recharge?" Saber just looks down, her left servo rubbing her right arm. It's been nearly two weeks since she has gotten proper recharge. Ratchet turns towards the two mechs, "Go deal with the matters, I'll watch over her." They both nod and walk out the door.
"Ratchet-" She goes to protest, but he once again cuts her off.
"Saber, we are all worried for you." Once again, she looks down. "You act like everything is fine, but we can tell. You haven't been even relatively fine since you killed Megatron." She looks up at Ratchet with her soft crystal blue optics.
"It's just, something he told me, right before he died." Ratchet has her sit down on the berth in the med bay, which she complies with. Her servos mess around with each other, while her mind is in thought.
"You are just like your Carrier, you attract war."
"He said I am just like my Carrier, that I attract war." She says softly, "I just," Tears begin to form in her optics, "I don't want to be the one leading you, if it's my fault this is happening." Warm tears stream down her face, her servos quickly move up and wipe them away, but they keep coming. Ratchet slowly reaches up, putting his servo on her cheek plate.
"There is one thing Megatron wasn't lying about, it was that you are so much like your Carrier." He says with this sadness in his voice, "There have been many bots I have failed to save, but your Carrier was one I regret not saving the most." The blue in his optics shows tears, never has Ratchet ever been seen actually crying. "She was the spark of all of us. Now her spark resembles in you Saber. We need you to lead us. Not because you're a Prime. But because you're a leader. Saber. Just like your Sire and Carrier." In an instant, she is in his arms, hugging Ratchet. His chin rests against the top of her head.
"I'll never be able to fight like them." She says between tears, Ratchet holds her closer. Feeling her body shake from the tears and crying.
"We don't need you to fight like them, we just need you to fight like you." Ratchet mutters, finally letting his tears fall across his cheeks. "We need Saber Prime. Not Optimus Prime. And not Rela Nico.(Her mother's name)" He barely is able to keep from shaking, remembering something Optimus had told him before he was found dead.
"Protect my Sparkling, till she needs no protection at all."
His voice echoes in Ratchets processor, those were the last words from Optimus since Megatron killed him in Kaon. Ever since, Ratchet has been like a Sire to her. Treated her as his own. Yes, protective, but for a good reason.
The shaking finally stops, Ratchet pulls the syringe out of her neck cables. Feeling her body begin to relax for the first time in two weeks. A soft sigh escapes his derma. "I am so sorry Saber, but I promise you. It will be alright." He lays her back against the soft berth, turning back towards his work, he allows her to finally rest.
***
"Aren't you afraid to leave her on her own?" A mech's strong voice asks, which is answered by another mech's voice. Only this one is familiar.
"I love my sparkling, more than anything. But I accept that she and I must stray onto different paths. My sparkling is and will always be my little femme. Even when she grows older, she will never truly be alone. She will never truly be afraid. Because she knows that somewhere we are watching. We are there," Optimus says quietly, gaining a smile from the other mech.
A femme puts her servo on the mechs arm, "She will be strong, and a leader. She is your sparkling after all." The femme's voice is soft, a vision glitches quickly. A femme grey servo with slight bits of blue is resting against a mech's arm. That is blue with red flames on it. But as quick as it came, it disappeared.
***
Saber shoots up from the berth, not seeing Ratchet anywhere. She just sits there and stares at the wall. "What was that?" She mutters quietly, the mech and Femme. They sounded familiar. Especially the mechs. Only just realizing her spark is beating very fast, she tries to calm it down. Steadying her breathing, she finally calms down.
"Was that....my....Sire?"
Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone