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His processor still rang and everything hurt. Pharma shivered while trying to pull himself out of the inky darkness. His optics were slow to online and his frame shifted faintly. He started to feel the urge to scream.
An urge stifled by something shoving its way into his mouth. He gagged and wriggled, trying to fight the sensation. Wait. Something in his mouth? He curled his features angrily and suddenly bit down, hearing the crunching. He ground his denta sharply to try to make it hurt worse.
His optics would then fix on Wheeljack and Ratchet, while he wriggled to fight his way free. He had to help cover their escape. He just HAD to! He gave muffled screams, though nothing that could be understood. Whoever had him in their grip...
No, Kaon...
Kaon wasn't going to let him go so easily. He knew that. He gave a muffled noise of rage. All he could do was show he wouldn't let them break him!
'I forgive you, Wheeljack.. I could never hate you for that. I can't expect you to be there every time I run into trouble. What matters now is that.. you're here. That I know you and our Sprocket are safe..'
How safe they remained was an entirely differently story altogether, especially now that Pharma was in a dangerous situation. A small sense of calmness returned as Wheeljack not only tightened his grip on Ratchet, but also moved to block Kaon from him. Still enough panic remained with the choice Kaon was forcing him to make. Save himself or save Pharma, but where was the guarantee that such a promise would be kept?
His Conjunx was prepared to shoot, and Kaon continued his threats by stating he would use Pharma as a shield if he did. Ratchet didn't know what to do. He was scared he was going to lose everyone close to him no matter what choice he made, and time was running out.
He had to choose the lesser of two evils. Which would give Wheeljack, Pharma, and their sprocket the best chance to live..?
Ratchet whimpered for a brief moment. 'Wheeljack.. forgive me..'
Shaking, he cast a pleading look of sadness to Kaon. "Let him go.. Let them both go.. I'll.. I'll go back.. and you.. you can do whatever you want to me for.. escaping.. Shock me until you feel I've had enough.. enslave me.. leave me to rust in a holding cell. Anything. I can take it.. Please.. I can't let them die.. I'll do whatever you say, just.. let them go and live.."
Precious cargo. Wheeljack’s spark skipped a beat. On the surface, it was clear that this meant Ratchet, and the Wrecker’s grip on his conjunx tightened even more, but in the height of the moment it was impossible not to see another meaning in the Con’s words. There was no way Kaon could know about Wheeljack carrying… unless they’d tortured it out of Ratchet. The very thought infuriated him.
Regardless, it had been a threat, and it had been a serious one. His optics flicked from Kaon to Pharma to the snarling Pet even as he fired a warning round at the creature’s feet to keep it away. He’d been in a lot of tight spots in his life, but this one was probably the tightest of them all, and had more at stake. Further down the hall, he could hear reinforcements - a lot of ‘em. Wheeljack didn’t know how many, but didn’t like his chances of taking them out while still practically carrying Ratchet out.
Ratchet then tried to step forward, to sacrifice himself to save them, to stay here in this hell so they could get away, and it was then his decision was made. Wheeljack’s gaze hardened and his spark ached at what he was about to do.
“I ain’t losin’ you again, Sunshine. M’sorry, I got no choice,” He murmured over their bond, and then began to shove Ratchet backwards down the hall, away from Kaon and Pharma. “I came fer you and I ain’t leavin’ without you.” He felt like a selfish wretch, but Wheeljack would always chose Ratchet over any other, even if it brought the grief he knew would come from his choice.
Electricity crackled dangerously on the Tesla coils, arcing up them dangerously. He was letting his rage build up deeply before he lashed out. Carelessness too soon begat mistakes, and Tarn would not be pleased with mistakes. He couldn't lose HIS precious cargo either. After all, he needed to keep that transformation cog intact so it could become Tarn's as well.
Kaon's expression would give a cruel turn.
"I thought as much Go on. Take your prize. I have mine." He had a sweet, affable smile. "Come, medic." He turned to step and collided with a wall, giving an angered grimace. "You will tell NO ONE."
Once his back was fully turned and he dropped the leash, he whispered, pointing toward the wall. "Sick 'em."
The Pet tilted its helm for a moment, then tore off down the hall after Wheeljack, snarling and snapping. It was still angry, and it knew its master was angry as well. You didn't threaten it without its master getting enraged. You especially didn't shoot at it. Frankly, in Kaon's non-existent optics, being sicced by the Pet was mercy compared to what he could have done.
Optics glinted with a hint of a fearful yellow-green. No, he couldn't let Ratchet go through this. No more! He'd give anything, his freedom, his Transformation Cog, his LIFE to see Ratchet go free.
"Wheeljack..."
His voice rasped and he felt it lock for a moment. It took several more moments before he finally spoke up again.
"...that's it...run...please..." He begged. However, he would strike the wall before Kaon, a scream wrenched out of him when his wing cracked. He then whimpered, panting in pain. Kaon's grip tightened on him more and he felt his vents choking.
A shock coursed through him, and all went dark once more. His frame hung limply in Kaon's grip and the only thing he could do was murmur one word while being tugged away.
Ratchet shook, his own breath shaking as he waited for Kaon to let Pharma go. He didn't want to go back. He didn't want to return to that hell of loneliness and torture, but if it meant saving Wheeljack and Pharma as well as their sprocket? He'd do it. He'd endure every waking moment of agony and pain if it meant they could go home with their own lives.
What he hadn't anticipated was Wheeljack's next move. His optics widened in horror as he heard his Conjunx's words through the bond, suddenly being pushed down the hall as Wheeljack made his getaway. Ratchet turned his helm back, watching helplessly as Pharma screamed in pain. To him, it had seemed like Kaon had rammed the other medic into the wall. With a single hand, Ratchet reached out behind them as Wheeljack kept moving.
"PHARMAAAAAA!!"
He wanted so badly to fight his way out of Wheeljack's grip and rush back to Pharma, but he couldn't. He was far too weak to do so, and that meant there was nothing he could do. With a choked, distressed noise, his dimmed optics turned to the Wrecker. 'Please.. we have to go back! We can still save him! Please!!!'
There would be no going back, and the snarling of the Pet chasing after them forced Ratchet to realize there was no way they could go back to save his adopted sire. At the same time.. there was no way Ratchet was going to be able to outrun the alleged sparkeater. Not in his current condition.
No matter how sparkbroken Racthet’s cries were, no matter how many times Pharma screamed, Wheeljack knew he could not turn back. ‘I’msorryI’msorryI’msorry’, he thought in an agonized litany. To save one, he had to give up the other, and though it pained him to know how pained Ratchet would be by his decision, it had to be done. Wheeljack kept moving, carrying the medic along as quickly as he could manage.
Very suddenly, Wheeljack felt a sharp pain within his spark. He took a very sudden, sharp breath, before shaking his head. Whatever this was, he needed to power through it. Getting Ratchet to safety was the only important thing right now.
He heard the tell-tale sound of a chain dropping and then dragging against the ground, and Wheeljack turned to see the pit-slagged rabid turbofox lunge at them, slavering jaws ready to clamp down. With a yell, he kicked it away from Ratchet, and then shot at it for good measure to keep it back and away. “And stay down!”
Though the route back to the Jackhammer was not so far away, with his focus torn between keeping Ratchet moving, fending off the Pet, and trying to ignore the stabbing sensations in his spark chamber, it felt like an eternity. Finally they were back in the hangar he’d bashed the Jackhammer in, and he made short work of disabling the modulating shield frequency.
“C’mon, Sunshine, we gotta go,” Wheeljack murmured, and shepherded Ratchet up the ramp.
Fangs snapped and the creature snarled. The Pet was so close to Ratchet, so close to just snapping into him and snarling and biting. However, when it was kicked and shot at, the target became the other Autobot. It didn't know this one's name. It didn't care about the Wrecker's name. It just cared about getting its revenge.
It snarled and snapped at Wheeljack. It was going to get revenge and it was going to fulfill what its master told it. Its master said to sic them. It was going to sic them. It HAD to sic them.
However, they were too fast and it was left dumbfounded, barking and snarling.
Kaon, however, heard the echo of the wind through the halls, and gave a chilling smile. "Looks like they're not coming back for you...Pharma..."
Ratchet stayed quiet, too exhausted to scream for Pharma any more than he had. He desperately wanted to go back and help, but deep down.. he knew Wheeljack had made the right decision. They would get Pharma back one way or another, but now was not that time. It hurt to even think in, but he could only pray that Pharma stayed safe and sane through this entire experience.
His optics widened as the Pet drew nearer, gasping as Wheeljack suddenly kicked the thing away and shot at it to force it back further. He continued to speak to his love through their bond, slowly finding himself more and more exhausted. 'Thank you.. so much.. Just.. thank you..'
The medic grunted as they approached the ramp leading into the Jackhammer, a wave of dizziness slamming against him from the exhaustion and stress of the whole situation. He almost felt as if he were in a dream state, unable to discern whether he were awake or in recharge. Barely able to keep his own optics open, Ratchet stumbled as he was moved up the ramp.
Wheeljack rumbled deeply through the bond, trying to reassure him and keep him calm. 'You're welcome. Sunshine, you're welcome. Lemme get you in there...lemme get you in.' He rumbled and whispered.
Soon he would have them to the ramp. He vented heavily, before gripping Ratchet close to him, lifting him into his arms completely. "You rest. I can do the rest of this." He would be hauling Ratchet into the Jackhammer, carefully easing him into a seat. He would buckle Ratchet into the seat once occupied by Pharma.
"You rest there..." He carefully and slowly settled into place in his own seat. He then started engaging the engines to back out of where the hole was, trying to keep his ship steady and the shields up until he could get far enough away.
"You just hang tight, Ratchet. You just hang tight."
Ratchet had been caught completely off guard when Wheeljack pulled him into his arms, too tired to fight out of his hold, but not out of it enough to have a few words about it. "You.. you shouldn't be.. carrying me.. Not.. good for.. our little sprocket.." As strength started leaving him, his optics shut as he found himself leaning against his Conjunx.
Unconsciousness crept ever closer as he was carried into the Jackhammer and strapped in. His HUD flashed warning signs repeatedly that he was about to pass out as his vision kept going in and out. Eventually he decided it was for the best to keep his optics closed as the sensation only made him feel sick to his fuel pump. "a..alright.."
The buckle was the only thing keeping the medic in his seat as his helm fell forward, just barely hearing Wheeljack's plea for him to hang tight. Ratchet groaned tiredly in return, finding it harder and harder to stay focused in his situation. He needed Energon and recharge desperately..
Even as the Jackhammer began to make it's way out, Vehicons were beginning to make their approach. While most had been grounders, there had been three aerial Vehicons who immediately took flight and hightailed it after Wheeljack's ship. Even if they couldn't be recaptured, it would have been to their great pleasure to shoot that ship down.
"It's fine in small doses. I promise." He whispered. "It's okay...it's okay." He whispered. He had to keep reassuring Ratchet. He had to for Ratchet's sake. For their little sprocket's sake. Together.
Even while he gunned the engines of the Jackhammer, he heard the telltale sounds from his radar. Bogeys straight behind him. With a quick glance he would set his weapons systems online and carefully turned their targeting systems on the three bogeys.
One for the money.
Two for the show.
Three to get ready.
And one grenade to blow.
The first weapons system would fire out a grenade that at first seemed to only be flying wildly. However, there was a plasma cannon pointed at it, ready to detonate it and take out three for the price of one.
"Boom." He whispered, firing off the plasma cannon to try to blow the aerial Vehicons right out of the sky.
Ratchet greatly appreciated Wheeljack doing his best to comfort him despite the circumstances. It helped keep him a little calmer, but he could only be so calm when Pharma was in danger and there was nothing he could do to help him.
A pained grunt escaped him as he slumped in his seat, the buckle holding him in place. He was so far gone that he didn't even hear the radar alerting Wheeljack to the bogeys tailing after them. All he could do was fight to stay awake and alert, but it was a losing battle. He was far too exhausted, and even his HUD messages were starting to fade. He groaned a bit more as he fought his exhaustion, but in the end, he succumbed to it.
Passing out in his seat, his systems wouldn't even allow him to wake back up until he got enough recharge. In the end, he knew he would be alright.
He knew Wheeljack wouldn't let anything happen to him.
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