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Don't Touch What's Not Yours.

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"Uh...We haven't given the femme the coordinates yet, have we?" Megatronus pointed out while embracing his femme.

"She's a Mary Sue kid. Logic and physics don't really apply on her." Solus hummed.

"H-Hopefully she'll be sane enough to be convinced not to murder Liege later..." Alpha Trion gulped, scratching his cheeks awkwardly.

"Hmm...nah!!"

"If you guys haven't forgotten, WE ARE IN THIS TOO." Alpha Trion cleared his voicebox, watching from the slits of his optics as the realisation finally dawns onto them.

"Oh..." they scratched their neck cables, chuckling humourlessly.

"Scrap."

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Ioa gritted her dentas as she saw landed behind Ratchet, only to see a tiny BLOODY figure in his palms.

"Barely breathing." Shadow's words struck a chord in the medic, igniting strips of lightning around her.

"J-June Darby! I require your assistance here!!"

"NO NEED." Ioa's voice went gravely deep as she emerged.

"GIVE. ME. BACK. MY. CREATOR." She demanded, turning her jet wings into steeled-feather ones. Without waiting for the grumpy CMO's permission, the enraged Ioa snatched her writer over, cradling the barely breathing author in her servos.

"WHAT THE-"

"STAY BACK!" Ioa roared, emotions getting the best of her.

Her sharp cheekplates stood up, a tell-tale sign that she was, without a doubt, PISSED OFF.

"The girl's is going to die if you don't hand her over!" June yelled, worried sick for her unknown patient.

"I can heal her just FINE." the femme's palms grew bright as her words echoed throughout the base. White and blue lights danced around the unconscious Anna while Ioa worked her magic.

'Come on Anna, you can't die here...'

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COUGH! COUGH!

A fit of coughing made the femme medic smile as she held Anna close to her face, crooning with her writer. "You're safe, Anna..." she murmured, optics accidentally dripping some coolants onto her creator, voice returning to her normal tone.

"I...knew...y-you'd come..." the pale child rasped, barely able to touch her child's face.

"By the Allspark..." Ratchet gasped. Never in his whole medical career has he seen such display from a physician, let alone performing it on an ORGANIC.

"W-What are you!?" he asked.

Sighing, Ioa rolled her optics and prepared to face the endless question barraging at her.

"Firstly, that's rude." She sassed, looking at Ratchet with a flat look. "Second, I'm an Autobot-"

"You sure didn't seem like one with your threatening aura earlier." Arcee replied, eyeing the tall femme weirdly. "Who are you?"

"Lightblade Ioa, but Ioa's fine." the white and gold femme stated, optics locking onto Optimus's. "Thanks for taking care of my human."

"How-"