Nexus. Near the sign. When the Herald hits the sign.

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Logan ducked, then winced and looked up, eyes wide.

"What the-?" he winced, then tried to push the mech's hands away, wanting to go over and see what it was. "Hey, are you alright?"

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Bumblebee stops as she sees what hit the sign, then changes direction to kneel beside the still figure. "Zoe, go get Ratchet!"

"Yes, ma'am!" She sets Logan aside and climbs to her feet, then steps right over him on her way to the portal.

Bumblebee scans the man on the ground and winces, praying that Ratchet's still on base and that the portal stays open. This guy hasn't got long.

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Logan gots up, then hurried over and knelt.

"Who... ugh," he felt sick, partially from the readings he was getting from the guy, but mostly because of his face. "Who...?"

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"Don't touch him," says Bumblebee softly. "He's burned so bad that it could put him over the edge."

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"I know," Logan looked like he was going to be sick. "Need a healer."

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Pain there is, but he's too deeply unconscious even be really aware of it. His mind is flickering weakly, only a whisper of life.

Bumblebee makes a soft electronic sound and puts a hand on Logan's back.

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Logan wasn't aware of her, blocking off the pain and then reaching out, offering his own strength to support the life.

-Shh, I got you,- he said, face slightly contorted with the effort to keep up the connection.

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The medic finishes hooking up the respirator, then pauses to study the readouts and make sure that everything's running properly.

Bumblebee frowns with concern at the absent look on the blue-haired boy's face.

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Logan had started looking paler, but a hand reached out and clamped on the man's wrist, shoulders squared with determination.

A young blue-haired woman who looked tired and sad came over.

"What's going...." her words faltered when she saw the man on the floor, then the younger boy on the floor next to him.

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He nods, then gently scoops up the stretcher with one hand and offers the other hand to she and Logan.

And Bumblebee squeaks softly as she stands.

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She slowly climbed on, pulling Logan on behind her and holding to him securely.

"Hold on, baby," she said softly, stroking his hair and closing her eyes, shaking at the sight of her son so grown up and handsome.

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The transfer is quick, and then they're being born through white halls toward Ratchet's operating bay as Bumblebee brings up the rear with Mac. "How close does he have to be?"

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"Not too far away," she said softly, holding him as he shivered. "He can sit next to the bed?"

Hours later

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Ratchet sighs and steps back, then glances down at Logan and Mara.

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Mara had slumped against the leg of the table, tears dry on her face and fingers absently combing Logan's now perfect hair. The boy was a deathly shade of gray, but all his vitals were stable, and only indicated that he was very deep in sleep.

Mara blinked, then slowly looked up.

"Is Jubal ok?" she asked softly.

Re: Hours later

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"He's alive," says Ratchet gruffly, hunkering down to speak to her on a more polite level. "I'm still uncertain how long that will last."

"Great bedside manner, Ratch." Mac rolls his eyes.

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"I don't suppose you know any telepaths?" Mara said softly, grief and fear heavy in her voice.

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"But why? If he's not strong enough there will be two lives lost instead of one."

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"I don't know," she said softly. "Even as a baby he was brash, and from what I've heard Jubal used to be the same way. He'd do whatever he had to."

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Ratchet scowls and mutters to himself in Cybertronian, wracking his CPU for some solution to the problem and coming up blank.

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"Oh." He blinks, but isn't sure what else to say.

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She didn't know either. She was tired, and heartsore, and accutely aware that her children were probably bundled up in bed sleeping Jay-Jay and John because their mother didn't come back for them

"Thank you," she said softly. "For helping them."

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"I'm only doing my job." He shrugs, his processor turning back to prayer.

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Ratchet's optics widen as the blond man starts to... shine, and seems to transform into something that looks even less human. The light... he's seen it before, he's certain, and it calms his misgivings.

-He could have said he was with You,- he grumbles mentally to God.

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Spike kept concentrating, frowning. This was harder than people made it seem.

Finally the man was looking whole and healthy again, and Spike was feeling utterly and completely drained.

"Nugh. Right. Is that enough, Charlie?" he grumbled, hands falling to his side as the light died. "Can I go home now, please? Ang'll be lookin' for me."

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-Can't you find your own way back?- comes the impatient mental voice as Ratchet blinks and stares at his patient.