A New Kind of Medic

By: Karen C. C.


[Note: All right, you all know the drill, I don’t own the characters, I don’t claim to own the characters, they go to who they belong to… all that legal junk. Jeez guys, it’s just a story for your enjoyment! By the way, comments are my favorite form of mail so SEND me some! It’s my first Transformers fan fiction, so any comments are appreciated greatly!]


“Clear!” The medic shouted and electricity surged through the young human Targetmaster.
“Clear!” The medic shouted again, sending the surge again. The chest of the boy shot up in response, but still the monotone flat line beep continued. The medic went to try again; it would be the forth time now. Optimus put a gentle hand to the medic’s shoulder.
“He’s gone, First Aid. You gave it all you had.” He said softly, trying his hardest not to show his grief. First Aid wouldn’t accept it; he refused to. He charged up the two paddles and again put the electricity into the human. But the flat line still remained and First Aid looked down. Emotional pain tore at him, making his laser core slow to almost nothing. Optimus solemnly pulled a sheet over his dead human friend; he was no longer a Targetmaster.
“You did your best and that’s all I want from you.” Optimus said softly to First Aid and then left to grieve in private.
“And that wasn’t good enough.” First Aid said to himself bitterly, gripping the edge of the table that the human laid on.

First Aid took the death of Michael Mullep, Optimus’ Targetmaster, hard. It was because of him that Mike was dead. If only he had tried one more time with the charges, Mike still would be telling stupid jokes that everyone laughed at. He hadn’t known what to do about the internal bleeding. He hadn’t known enough about the human body to fix it. That was no excuse! He should have known, he should have taken the precautions for such an emergency. The Autobots in his care now had minor repairs that were needed. Even for them, he couldn’t focus. His assistants had corrected him numerous times already. Why hadn’t he taken the precautions or at least, called a human doctor?
“First Aid!” A voice snapped First Aid out of his thoughts. He met the irritated gaze of Ultra Magnus.
“I don’t think I want the new servo there.” He said and First Aid noticed what he was doing. He was about to put the servo into Ultra Magnus’ leg. He apologized and Ultra Magnus nodded forgivingly. Ultra Magnus had damaged his arm servo and First Aid could understand why he was on a short fuse, it was very painful to damage a servo. First Aid refocused himself and replaced the huge mechanism’s servo with hardly any trouble. Ultra Magnus, of course, was the perfect soldier and took the pain. Soon after he gave Ultra Magnus the okay to leave, First Aid’s thoughts drifted back to what happened. Since then, he had refused to take in humans with injuries and requested a group of doctors for the humans at Autobot City at all times. But how long would it be before another died under his care?

“What can I do for you Ultra Magnus?” Optimus asked turning away from the window to face the City Commander.
“It’s First Aid.” Optimus looked down, he knew about him. There had been complaints of how First Aid was repairing the Autobots.
“He still hasn’t gotten over him has he?” Ultra Magnus asked softly knowing full well that Optimus wasn’t over the Targetmaster either. Optimus’ silence was a loud enough answer for Magnus.
“Well, what can we do?” He asked and Optimus cupped his chin thoughtfully.
“I don’t know, but I should have a talk with him. Thanks for telling me, though.” Optimus said and turned back to the window to think as Ultra Magnus returned to his duties.
“Blaster?” Optimus called out loud, holding down a button on his desk.
“What’s shakin’ Prime?”
“Have First Aid report to my office.”
“On it boss!”


“I’m so sorry about this Hot Rod,” First Aid apologized again, fixing the poor circuit repair that he had done on the young Autobot.
“Hey, don’t worry about it First Aid, everyone makes mistakes. On the bright side, I had someone else cover my station.” Hot Rod said with his trademark smirk. First Aid shook his head and focused on the circuits, he wouldn’t mess them up again.
“Yo, First Aid, Prime wants to see you in his office, pronto.” Blaster interrupted the silence via intercom.
“Alright, I’ll do it as soon as I finish the repairs of my patients.” First Aid responded, finishing up the circuits on Hot Rod.
“A-Okay dude!” Blaster responded shortly after and Hot Rod got down from the metal table.
“Better bring an extra pair of audio receptors because Prime’ll talk them off.” He commented with a chuckle. First Aid nodded absently and Hot Rod knew he hadn’t heard a word. He also knew that he’d need his circuits repaired again, for the third time. He wondered if he should have Preceptor take a look at them. First Aid moved onto Hot Spot as Hot Rod left the repair bay grumbling. Hot Spot had gotten hurt during the last Decepticon encounter. First Aid started the repairs on him silently.
“You’re still upset about the boy aren’t you?” Hot Spot stated catching First Aid off guard. He couldn’t hide anything from his fellow Protectobots. First Aid just nodded and Hot Spot’s masked faceplate fell, noting that he was frowning.
“First Aid, it wasn’t your fault.” Hot Spot reasoned, knowing that his friend was most likely blaming himself. First Aid didn’t respond, he merely continued working on the repairs.
“Come on, no one’s blaming you but yourself.”
“No. It is my fault! If I had learned about the human body, Mike would still be…” First Aid stopped in mid sentence; he had a wonderful idea! Why hadn’t he thought of it before? Hot Spot noticed the change in his friend’s mood.
“What is it?” He asked interested. First Aid just finished the repairs on his comrade, in better spirits.
“There, done. Now I have an appointment with Optimus.” He said happily and left the repair bay, leaving Hot Spot in puzzlement.

“Come in,” Optimus said when the chime sounded. First Aid stepped into the office, looking in a better mood than Optimus had seen in weeks.
“Sir, I have a request.” First Aid spoke up first, surprising the older Autobot.
“Go on.” Optimus pushed, he was very curious as to what First Aid was so excited about.
“With your permission, sir, I’d like to attend Medical School.” Optimus hadn’t expected that and it took him a minute to absorb what was said.
“A human university for medicine.” First Aid pushed.
“We need you here as a medic for the Autobots who are injured or if the Protectobots are needed.” Optimus said, trying to see what First Aid was so excited about.
“You can have Preceptor and Pipes as medics and as far as the Protectobots are concerned, if there is a real emergency, you can just contact me on the com-link.” Optimus thought a minute as a short silence passed, this bot was certainly determined.
“Sir, I want to attend this school so that I can be a doctor for the humans as well as the Autobots.” First Aid pushed more calmly. That got Optimus’ attention; it was a terrific idea. Especially since the humans were becoming more and more involved with the Autobots. Not only that, but it might get First Aid’s mind off Mike’s death.
“Very well, First Aid. You may attend. But, I want to know which school you’ll be attending and things of that nature.”
“Thank you, Optimus!” First Aid exclaimed, saluting his leader as he left the office in even higher spirits.

A few weeks later, Optimus was backlogged with paperwork and was becoming irritated by the amounts of phone calls that were coming in. Every time he went to do an important paper, Blaster interrupted with a phone call.
“Blaster, who are these people that keep calling?” The leader asked, irritation clearly in his voice.
“Sorry Prime, but these dudes are saying it’s important to our future.” Blaster responded making Optimus shake his head.
“Fine, put them through.” Optimus said reluctantly with an irritated grumble, he had work to do.
“Hello, this is Optimus Prime of the Autobots.”
“Mr. Prime, we understand that you are interested in our medical university and we’d like to tell you about the careers we offer with our different programs.” A fake voice said on the other line. Optimus groaned, he had to learn to say hello without saying his name after, then at least he could tell them they had the wrong number. This had been the eighth call and by the fourth, he had been thinking of ways to punish First Aid, now he wanted to deactivate the mechanism himself.

In the repair bay, First Aid was in a cheery mood. He repaired those in his care excellently and even let them use the oil bath, to ease their joints. This made Kup’s mood change tremendously, he was no longer snapping at every Autobot he came across. On First Aid’s desk sat brochures of different medical schools, he couldn’t wait to read them.
“First Aid!” His internal com-link yelled, shocking the medic with its loudness and its voice being Optimus’.
“Yes, Prime?”
“Come to my office, now.” The leader said firmly, maybe a little too firmly. The medic wasted no time and ran quickly out of the repair bay.

Now, Optimus was in a bad mood. The university would not let him get off the phone and to make matters worse, Hot Rod had decided to put on that horrible music that humans liked… heavy metal, Spike had called it. It was now shaking the walls with its loudness. When the chime sounded, he glared at the sliding door.
“Come in.” He said trying to keep his cool. He was surprised to see Ultra Magnus come in; he expected to see First Aid. Somehow seeing the City Commander lifted his mood. But that changed when he saw the stack of reports in Ultra Magnus’ hand, which he mistakenly thought were for him. Ultra Magnus noticed the changes in his leader and knew that Optimus was irritated.
“What is it Ultra Magnus?” Optimus asked trying to keep his current impatience in check. He looked down at the desk and picked up the piece of paper he was working on. The City Commander observed it. It was eight phone numbers with the names of universities next to them. It was then, he knew what was bothering Prime. He, himself, had hated phone calls that were nothing but rambling, especially by those telemarketers that wouldn’t believe him when he said that they were calling the wrong number. He had some experience with them when Rodimus was away on missions and that was enough to last awhile. He also noticed the unusually high pile of papers on the leader’s desk. He looked at the small pile of his remaining papers in his hand.
“I just came to lend you a hand.” Ultra Magnus said, taking one of the larger piles of papers. He had done this very thing for Rodimus, just to make the leadership burden a little lighter. Optimus felt as if Magnus had just lifted a cinderblock off his chest. No thanks were necessary as Optimus was grateful and Ultra Magnus knew it. The door chimed and Optimus opened the door from his desk. First Aid stood there looking nervous. Ultra Magnus wasted no words, and left promptly after First Aid timidly stepped into the office.
“You called, sir?” Optimus picked up the list of phone numbers and handed it to the medic.
“Next time you have a college call, may I suggest that you have them ask for First Aid and not the person in charge.” Optimus said trying to keep his cool. First Aid looked embarrassed after Optimus said that.
“I’m sorry Prime, I’m be sure to tell them that.”
“Make sure you do, First Aid. Dismissed.” Optimus said standing up and saluting back First Aid, who had saluted him before leaving. As the door slid closed behind him, Optimus sat back down in his chair. It creaked loudly and before Optimus knew it, he was on the floor. This, in addition to the “music” made Optimus snap. He pulled himself up and slammed his hands down on the desk with a clunk.
“HOT ROD!”

The university that First Aid had chosen was near Autobot City, making it better just in case of an emergency. The university was very kind and was one of the most distinguished Medical schools in the United States. First Aid had a number of problems, though. First of all, he was too large to fit into the school, no matter how big the lecture room was, he couldn’t get into it, so he had to listen outside the classroom or lecture hall. That is what led to the next problem. He couldn’t hear the professors. The main reason for this was because they mumbled and it was hard to understand them, especially because most of them had heavy accents. The good thing was that for normal humans, Medical school was about eight Earth years. For an Autobot, that was basically no time at all. Optimus Prime is nine million Earth years old and that is translated to around a fifty year old in human terms. Not only that, but his memory banks enabled him to take many classes at once. But now, First Aid had to figure out how to deal with the hearing problem.

The communications tower of Autobot City was made of thick glass that was made of a certain chemical, Potassium to be exact, which made it hard to break through. Blaster sat in the middle of the dome tower leaning back on his chair. Music was blaring through the speakers on either side of it. First Aid turned down his audio receptors; the music really was as bad as Optimus had complained about during the years when the Autobots stayed in the Ark. He approached the chair and Blaster just kept swaying back and forth in his chair.
“Blaster! I need your help!” First Aid yelled at the top of his vocal unit. Blaster, of course, didn’t hear him and kept having a grand old time in his music world. First Aid shook his head and tried again, this time kicking the back of the chair. Blaster spun around looking shocked to see him.
“Hey doc! What can I do for ya?” He said not even bothering to turn the “music” down.
“You have to come to my classes with me, I need a sound amplifier.” First Aid shouted and Blaster thought a minute.
“Okay doc, it’s a date!” He said, turning the music up even louder. First Aid smiled happily from behind his facemask, problem solved.

Class started and Blaster transformed into his vehicle mode, which was actually a red radio. As soon as the professor started the lecture, First Aid was able to hear him perfectly.
“Thanks so much Blaster, this is much better!” He exclaimed as he recorded the lecture to his com-pad. The lecture went on for a good three hours and towards the end First Aid was totally interested. He was learning about the white blood vessels when all of the sudden a buzz started carrying over the professor’s voice. He looked around and saw no threat but realized when he looked to Blaster that it was coming from him. First Aid couldn’t believe it. For something so interesting, he could fall into recharge. First Aid shook the Communication’s Officer awake and for a minute he couldn’t remember where he was.
“Sorry dude, lectures can bore to a snore.” He said amplifying the end of the lecture with an obviously fake yawn. First Aid frowned because the lecture was already over and he had missed the good part.

Back at Autobot City, word had traveled fast that First Aid’s classes were among the most boring speeches you ever went to. This was bad news, as First Aid needed Blaster’s voice amplifier and searched the entire Autobot City complex for Blaster. He eventually found him in the Autobot cafeteria, drinking a can of oil.
“Blaster! You up for it tomorrow?” First Aid asked sitting next to the red Autobot.
“Uh, uh. No way, José!”
“But how can I hear the professors, without you?” First Aid said becoming more worried.
“Ain’t my problem.” First Aid’s head dropped, he had been so excited, and now he felt horrible. He walked back to the observation room, or Study as the humans called it; he had a lot of homework to do. At least, he could learn from that.
“First Aid, what’s the matter?”
“Oh, hi Ultra Magnus. Nothing really.” The blue mechanism frowned; he knew the Protectobot was lying.
“Tell me, what’s troubling you? I thought you were making out well in Medical school.”
“It’s not that, it’s… Blaster. I need a sound amplifier and he’s refusing to go with me to my classes anymore.”
“Is that so?” Ultra Magnus said, looking towards the cafeteria and First Aid nodded.
“Well, Don’t worry about it. I’m sure everything will work out.” Ultra Magnus assured him.
“I hope so. Thanks for listening Ultra Magnus.” First Aid replied politely and Ultra Magnus nodded. The City Commander knew that First Aid was a peaceful Autobot and didn’t like confrontations, and Blaster had used that to his advantage. Well, he was going to have a word with the Officer of Communications. The large Autobot thought as he walked back in the direction of the cafeteria.

“I’m glad you changed your mind, Blaster.” First Aid said, his cheery mood back.
“Dun mention it, dude.” Blaster replied unenthusiastically, remembering the night before and what would happen if he didn’t do this. He groaned and just lived with the punishment.

Some time later, Optimus sat at his desk irritated beyond all telling. Hot Rod was trying to knock him into stasis lock! It was time to pay the rebel Autobot a visit. The huge Autobot made his way to the entertainment room and there was Hot Rod playing his invisible guitar and singing horribly off tone with the “music” that Optimus called noise. He walked over to the screen, not even bothering to call out to the young Autobot.
“Computer, shut down.” With that, the music stopped and Hot Rod looked around confused. His optics brightened in surprise when he saw Prime.
“Optimus, sir, how are you?” He chuckled nervously. Optimus put his fists to his hips. Hot Rod wasn’t getting out of it this time.
“Hot Rod, glad you could help me with my notes, I was just telling Blaster that there was only two revolutions left until I graduate.” Hot Rod groaned as he took First Aid’s com-pad. Only two revolutions, huh? This was going to be a very, very long punishment.

By the end of First Aid’s medical school education, Optimus had sent up several different Autobots to “help” out First Aid. The medic had caught on to Optimus’ little “punishment” gig. But he didn’t care because now he had company and others doing his notes for him. This had enabled him to listen to the lecture more fully. Autobot City was unnaturally quiet because of the news of the new punishment had gone around. Now, every mechanism, large and small was behaving like Optimus-clones. Kup, Ultra Magnus, and Optimus loved every millisecond of it.

It was a stormy night that the Decepticons attacked, Autobot City. First Aid figured that they thought tonight was their lucky night. With an insane leader like Galvatron, luck was the only thing they had. First Aid sat in the repair bay hoping that no one was getting hurt. He had been at his homework for a couple of hours now. Suddenly, the door of the repair bay slid open and a group of Headmasters and Arcee, carrying Daniel, came into the room.
“What the matter?”
“It’s Daniel! He got hurt when Arcee took a blow!” Spike exclaimed as the headless pink female Autobot laid the boy on the repair bay table. First Aid shook his head and pointed to the bed on the side. Arcee carefully put Daniel down on the bed and transformed into her pink convertible mode. Spike’s eyes widened when he saw this. He had been used to the harsh hard surface of the repair bay table, it looked like First Aid’s education was paying off already.
“Get him out of his exo-suit and try not to move him, he may have internal injuries.” First Aid warned. Daniel groaned as Spike gently removed the exo-suite from his son’s body. First Aid pressed a button on the sidewall and the bed raised to his arm level. There was no wound that he could see and knew it was internal when he saw the black and blue marks on the stomach of the boy. He turned to the Headmasters and Arcee seriously.
“I need you all to wait outside. I’m going to have to operate.” First Aid said hooking up the heart monitor he had gotten. This was just like Mike, but this time, he knew what to do. Arcee whimpered as she drove slowly out of repair bay followed by the Headmasters. First Aid’s assistants gathered around the boy. First Aid hooked the oxygen and anesthetics to Daniel gently. If he was going to operate, he needed to do it right. He took out his laser rod, and adjusted the laser beam to a dull ray. If it were on the normal setting, it would cut right through the boy, but with the dull ray, it’d do the job right. He took in a breath, seeing Daniel had fallen under the anesthetics, it was time to start the operation.

Arcee sat right in front the doors, in her vehicle mode. Many thoughts were running through her head as she waited for any news on her close friend. Spike and his wife, Carly, hadn’t said a word. They sat there, worry written all through their features. One hour led to two and that was when Hot Rod and Optimus joined the waiting crew. All were quiet as they stared at the doors to the repair bay.

Finally, four hours later, First Aid came out of the repair bay looking relieved as well as exhausted. “He’s going to be fine, you can go see him. Just keep quiet, he’s resting.”
“Thank you so much, First Aid!” Spike exclaimed, already on his feet and walking into the repair bay with Carly. Hot Rod smirked and slapped First Aid on the shoulder.
“At least you’re better at fixing Daniel than you are at fixing my circuits.” He grinned and walked past the medic into the repair bay where his pal slept. Optimus, who was standing against the wall the whole time, stepped in front of First Aid.
“Great job, First Aid, you’ll be the best Autobot human medic.” He said, putting his hand to First Aid’s shoulder.
“You know something Optimus, I think you’re right!”


The End.


[Extra Note: This story was made as a result of overdoing the search for colleges, writing up acceptance essays, and other things of that nature. Hope you enjoyed it! Don’t forget to email me of what you thought!]