"Ratchet!"
The sudden relay of Bumblebee's voice over his comm channel jarred Ratchet out of his musings, irritating the older bot.
"Ratchet, open the bridge!"
Ratchet's energon lines chilled at the panic he could hear in the young scout's voice. Something had happened.
"Of course Bumblebee," Ratchet soothed, keeping a tight hold of his own emotions as he stalked over to the bridge controls. "It'll be there in a klik."
Quickly locking in on the small bot's coordinates, Ratchet opened a swirling blue-green portal into the base. Moments later, Bee came flying through in his alt mode, drifting to a stop with a loud squeal.
"Bee," Ratchet called. "What's happened?" There appeared to be no real damage to the scout's alt mode. But why wasn't he changing back?
Turning on his low-level scanners, Ratchet cursed colorfully as he realized Bumblebee's energon was almost completely depleted. He'd barely have any energon left to transform.
"Knockout went to Sam's house. I followed him away and then attacked. He hit a human. The human is in my cab."
The medic cursed again as he grabbed a few tools and clambered to kneel besides the camaro's driver side door. "Open the door for me, Bee. I'll get then out and then you transform and lay down on the table, okay?"
The door silently opened, and Ratchet expertly used a long, thin rod to slide the human out of Bee's cab and onto the floor. Quickly glancing over the being revealed that it was a male and that he was alive and unconscious. There appeared to be no life-threatening issues at the moment, so Ratchet reluctantly left the man on the floor and focused on the camaro still sitting there.
"Ratchet, I'm really tired..."
The medic grimaced and nodded. "I know Bee, but you need to transform, okay? I can sit you up on the table."
"Mmkay..," crackled over the comm link before the young scout slowly shifted back to his main form. Ratchet swiftly scooped the light mech up and walked the few steps to the scanning table. Placing his patient down as gently as he could, Ratchet then moved to grab a few of their energon cubes stacked in the cabinet in the back of the room, only for five to be held out to him by a large servo.
"Optimus-" Ratchet hissed.
The prime cut his medic off with a small shake of his helm. "It is alright, old friend. I can go without for a few days."
Growling in a mixture of frustration and anxiety, Ratchet snatched the cubes and turned back to Bumblebee, propping the dozing Autobot up with an arm to servo-feed the cubes to him.
"That's it, Bumblebee. You'll be good as new in no time."
The young scout let out a soft buzzing as he continued to chew on energon.

-

Once Bumblebee had eaten all the cubes- a good weeks worth of energon, gotten his energon levels back to a safe amount, and fallen into recharge, Ratchet turned on his leader and friend. "I hope you know what you're doing, Prime. Because I swear to Primus, if you get hurt because of low energon, I'll never forgive you."
Optimus vented as he nodded, his shoulder plates sagging under the weight of their millennias-old war. "I know, old friend. However, I cannot let us lose any more Autobots. Jazz is still fresh in all of our processors."
Ratchet vented as well as he went about double-checking Bee's health. "There was nothing you could do, Optimus. The blame for all of this lays at the peds of Megatron."
"Yes," Optimus conceded slowly, his processor eons away, lost in memories. "It seems you are correct."

-

Harry came to with a soft groan. His head was pounding. What had he been doing last?
Harry stared at a white ceiling for a moment before his brain began to work again. He had been slammed by a car, wished for it to stop, and it did. He was knocked unconscious, and now he was... wherever he was. At least the tugging had stopped. His magic must have saved whoever was in that car while he was unconscious. That still did not explain where he was now.
Sitting up with another soft groan, Harry reached for the side table, hoping his glasses were sitting right there. If he had lost them, he wasn't really screwed, but it was nice to have their familiar weight resting on his nose. Padma had even given them some nice upgrades before he left.
Sighing in relief when he felt them on the nightstand, Harry quickly popped them on his face and inspected the room. It was a standard empty white room, only furnished with a bed, an IV drip, a set of chairs, and the nightstand.
A voice broke Harry out of his musings as a darker man in military uniform walked through the doorway to the room. "Good morning, sir," the soldier greeted.
Harry smiled lightly. "Good morning," he returned. "What can I do for you, sir?"
The bald man nodded. "May I have your name? We couldn't find anyone that recognized you in the area you were found."
Harry rubbed his neck sheepishly. "Yeah, I wouldn't think you could. I'm originally from England, but I've been traveling around the world by myself for the last couple of months." The wizard turned a trained eye to the man as he gave his name, "I'm Harry Potter."
No surprised reaction. The Arcane Healer relaxed minutely.
"I see," the man said stoically. "Thank you for the information. Do you remember what happened? We are in the process of straightening out the events of that day."
Harry frowned, but shook his head. The people he had apparated in to save were alright. There wasn't any tug from his 'spidey sense' that matched the previous pull. "Sir, how long have I been unconscious?"
The tall man sat down next to him with a small grunt, running a hand over his bare scalp. "The name's Robert Epps. Mr. Potter, you've been out for the last two days."
Harry nodded as he turned to look through the open doorway. He was used to losing random days here and there due to injuries. It was a bit depressing, but the wizard knew he'd never change his lifestyle for something less dangerous.
"It's been a busy couple of days for you then, Mr. Epps?" Harry tried to lighten the mood. Then his brain stuck upon something he had heard in passing back in France. "Err, should I be calling you by a different title, sir?"
The man waved him off with a chuckle as he sat back in his seat. "No, you are not a soldier. However, I do hold the rank of Technical Sergeant." Epps sighed as he rested his hands on his thighs. "And you could not be more spot on. There has been a bit of a stir in the base, as one of the injured parties is a well-liked soldier here."
Harry's head whipped to look at the black man. "'Parties'? Does that mean it was a two car collision?"
The Technical Sergeant nodded. "Our solider wasn't as hurt as you and the driver of the other car was. He was able to call for some medical officers nearby before climbing down the cliff to save you both before the destroyed car was completely submerged."
Harry sighed as he leaned back on the headboard of the bed. At least there was no mention of any weird circumstances. The soldier must not have seen his magic.
"The other driver is okay then?"
Epps nodded at Harry's question. "Yes, he woke up yesterday, and his family was notified. He didn't suffer any severe injuries, but his family wanted him checked into a hospital just in case. He should be released sometime soon."
Harry slumped a little bit in relief. It was always nice to get clarification that he hadn't failed his duties as an Arcane Healer.
"We were actually the most concerned about you, Mr. Potter. You didn't seem to have many injuries at all, but nothing the medical officers gave you would wake you up."
Harry blinked in surprise. He hadn't known he had an immunity to drugs. That could raise some uncomfortable questions.
"I'm sorry for worrying you then. I don't know why I didn't wake up, but I feel pretty good right now, if that helps," Harry shrugged, trying to hide his inner panic. "I had a headache when I woke up, but it's feeling better already."
The Technical Sergeant looked at Harry skeptically for a moment before he asked, "Are you sure you don't need anything? Perhaps water and some painkillers?"
Harry turned to look back out the doorway in consideration for a few moments before he locked eyes with Epps again. "If I could get this IV taken out and maybe some water, that'd be nice."
The black man nodded and got up to leave. "Of course. I'll be right back."

-

"Thank you for answering my questions, Mr. Potter. I'm sure we'll have you up and out of here soon." Robert stood up from his seat next to Harry's bed with a respectful nod, his tablet tucked underneath his arm. He walked a few steps towards the open doorway before he turned back around to look at the bespectacled man. "But, before I go, is there anything else you'd like me to do for you?"
Harry thought for a moment before he grinned sheepishly. "Do you think I could get a change of clothes?"
Robert looked at the torn clothes on the civilian's chest and chuckled. "I'll see what I can do."

-

Harry, clothed in some military garb Technical Sergeant Epps had been nice enough to lend him, snuck around the base under a disillusion charm. His 'spidey senses' were going crazy. Whoever he needed to help was very close by. The Arcane Healer just hoped it wasn't some poor fellow being held hostage or experimented on. Robert had seemed so nice, it'd be a shame if the man was actually lying to him.
Walking around corners, bypassing cameras, and avoiding soldiers was easy no matter where they came from, Harry mused. He had to do so many sketchy things as he wandered around the world that Neville would surely faint if he ever told him. Harry smiled weakly as he thought of his best friend. It had been a long time since he contacted anyone he knew from the Wizarding world. He should really send his friends a message sometime soon.
Feeling another ping on his 'spidey sense', Harry sadly put his social life back on hold to continue his arcane duties. There was someone who needed help, after all. No matter how much it hurt, they were more important than his relationships with his friends.

-

Sneaking intangibly through an unmarked door, Harry immediately stopped and had to swallow his gasp of surprise. The wizard was suddenly on a narrow catwalk twenty feet in the air, and he was staring down at a huge hangar filled with a bunch of large-scale replicas of normal furniture. What was more amazing though, was the few beings he spotted occupying the hangar. They must have been Cybertronians from their make, all huge, hulking, and made of metal. Though, when Harry thought about it, Megatronus was still bigger than these robots.
There were two giant Cybertronians sitting at what looked like a massive computer, touching away at the screens, and a third was walking back into another room, looking down at a holographic display on his arm. These Cybertronians must have been the Autobots, Megatronus' current 'enemies'. That thought brought doubts to Harry's mind. Perhaps he shouldn't be there?
A jolt from his magic reminded him of his duty, that he had to be there, and it got him moving again.
Calling on his magic, Harry lifted up off of the catwalk and started flying in the direction his magic was being called from, only to yelp in surprise and fright as a large hand came out of nowhere and surrounded him, dumping the Arcane Healer into darkness.
A moment later, the hand he was held in shifted, moving him laterally towards where the two bots had been sitting, and Harry knew he was in trouble. How had they seen him though? He was sure his disillusionment charms were active.
"What's going on, Bulkhead? See something flying there? A Decepticon drone maybe?"
Harry shuddered at the excited desperation in the robot's voice. Whoever that was, was really stressed. It was then that the Arcane Healer realized that he had connections to the two bots in front of him as well. They were not very strong, overshadowed by the massive chain connecting him to someone else nearby, but they were still there. Maybe he'd be able to heal three birds with one spell.
"No, Wheeljack. I saw a weird heat signature. It was roughly the size of a human, I think."
Just then, the hand that held him opened up, and Harry stared up into two pairs of eyes very similar to Megatronus'. Both were the same brilliant shade of blue, but these two robots' eyes seemed dimmer despite their vibrant hue.
"I see what you mean. I bet I can get Optimus to let me experiment on it," the big silver and red mech said, his face leaning closer to Harry's with a tight grin making him look crazed.
Harry then realized his mistake and quickly cancelled the disillusionment charms. These bots could see his heat signature, so being unable to see his actual body would be of no real use. Possibly more detrimental, judging by the way the two Cybertronians spoke of him.
"I'm sorry, sirs. I did not mean to cause you both any concern."
Two sets of blue eyes locked on the Arcane Healer as he spoke, before the bot holding him, a huge green and black one, shifted his hand closer to his eyes.
"Well flying through the air behind our backs is kind of a bad way to do that," the green one said.
"What kind of machinery is that?" The silver one demanded, eying Harry intensely.
"Yes, well, I truly did not mean any harm," the wizard defended. "I usually try to come and go without making my presence known. ...It usually ends up better that way for both parties," Harry continued after a moment, staring up at the green bot. Then he turned to the silver one and said, "As for any machinery, I have none. I was using a gift I was born with. It is the very same thing that allows me to heal people."
The green bot breathed in awe before he started inspecting Harry even closer. "So you're like the humans' Santa Claus? Flying in and out of homes, leaving little presents behind?"
The Arcane Healer blushed at the comment. It was very kind, and a comparison he had never thought to make. "Yes, actually, I guess I'm just like him. I fly around the world and heal the people that need me the most."
Suddenly, the hand beneath Harry jerked away, and the wizard had to activate his magic quickly to stay in the air and avoid severe injury.
The green bot turned to the silver one with scowling features. "Wheeljack, you could have hurt them!"
But the silver bot wasn't listening. "Hmm, yes, you don't have any machinery," he mumbled. "You're emitting a very peculiar energy field that does seem to be entirely natural. How curious..."
Harry didn't like the look in Wheeljack's eyes, and made to fly away from his reaching hands when a third voice joined the foray.
"Bulkhead, Wheeljack, what are you two doing?" it hissed. "I have a recharging patient, and he needs to stay in recharge! Do you realize how close to offlining he came?!"
The Arcane Healer turned to look at the third bot, and noticed the orange and white paint job that depicted a heartbeat on his arms. Coupled with what he just said, Harry deduced that this must have been their healer.
The orange and white mech stopped his seething when he noticed Harry hovering in the air, eyes widening and narrowing in an instant as he walked over in hulking steps. "Who are you? And what are you doing in here?" He demanded.
Harry stuttered slightly at the cool tone, but he moved to speak nonetheless. "Umm, hello sir! I apologize to cause such a disturbance as to make you leave your patient. I am Harry Potter, a fellow healer, and I was trying to follow the call of someone in pain when these two waylaid me."
The orange and white mech narrowed his eyes even further after Harry's little speech before they suddenly widened again. "You're the human Bumblebee brought back."
Harry'a eyes widened before they, too, narrowed. "I'm sorry sir, but I don't really know what you're talking about. Do you mean this Bumblebee is the soldier that brought me and the other driver back from the crash on the cliff?"
The healer sighed softly before he turned around and stalked back to a room off of the side of the hangar, beckoning Harry to come with. He did so, and the wizard could hear the two other mechs, Bulkhead and Wheeljack, following behind him.
Upon entering the room, Harry saw a large yellow and black bot laying down on a huge table. The robot didn't look quite as large as any of the other Cybertronians Harry had seen, but he wasn't entirely sure.
"This," the medic said with a wave of his hand, "is Bumblebee. He brought you back from a fight between himself and one of our enemies that took place on a cliffside. From what little I could gather from him before he fell into recharge, you were hit by our enemy and then captured. Bumblebee managed to grab you and then bring you here, but it was at great expense to himself."
Harry gasped at the tale. It did make sense. "Then that red car was..." he trailed off, thinking that he probably healed the robot, rather than any kind of driver he thought had been inside.
The white and orange bot nodded. "Yes, that was one of our enemies. His name is Knockout."
"I... see," Harry said uncertainly. He had helped a bad guy? But that didn't make sense. He had never been asked by his strange power to heal evil people before. Perhaps he was a spy of some sort? Or maybe he was close to defecting? Harry hoped that was the case.
"Err, would it be okay if I touched Bumblebee? I can feel his pain, and... and I would like to help."
The orange and white healer looked at Harry dubiously, while Bulkhead and Wheeljack stood behind him silently. The robot spent a couple moments in consideration before he sighed again. "What makes you think that you will be able to help with his pain? He is not built even remotely close to human physiology."
"Um," Harry hummed, sliding his palms together. How did he put this? "I've helped a lot of different beings before, outside of humans, and I'd like to try. I can at least assure you that I won't cause him any harm." Looking deep into the eyes of the medic, Harry smiled brilliantly in relief when they nodded slowly.
"Alright then," the white and orange bot said reluctantly. "You can touch his servo."
The mech pointed at Bumblebee's hand, and Harry realized that servo must mean hand in English. "Thank you, sir! What is your name?"
The healer nodded gruffly before he stated, "My designation is Ratchet."
Harry nodded before he flew down to be able to reach Bumblebee's hand.
Gently touching the cool metal, the Arcane Healer closed his eyes and let his magic flow out of his magical core and into the Cybertronian below him.