The Theft

A/N; Hi, this is my first story so I'm not promising anything praise worthy. It's based on a RP I'm doing with Hidans-Worship-Girl. And though comments are greatly appreciated, I'm not going to be the kind to go, "I'm not getting reviews so I'm not gonna update." I hate when people do that.

Disclaimer; Hasbro owns Transformers, Hidans-Worship-Girl owns Ghost, and I own Impulse

The Theft

The sky was lit with lights, even if the sun itself was hidden behind smoke and debris, the sound of firearms and explosions made it hard to hear anything else. Sam looked over at Mikaela who was fixing any Autobot she could as more keep falling around her. Sam held a piece of the Allspark in his hand, waiting for any clear moment to run, to take off with the Decepticon's true target. The sliver was hot against his hand as his grip tightened around it, he watched as Bumblebee took a hit to the shoulder by Starscream and had to hold back a smile when the yellow Camero managed to hit the Seeker in the wing, knocking him out of the air.

Starscream hit the ground, transforming seconds before he did so, managing to land on his aft to avoid any more damage than he had already sustained. He looked at his left wing, the wing Bumblebee had managed to hit. There was a hole through the armor, revealing torn wires. The pain radiating from the broken wing was excruciating, however, it wouldn't take long until he could fix himself up, at least enough to get into the air again. A Seeker was not the best fighter without the ability to fly, it just didn't feel right to be stuck on the ground.

Ironhide watched as the Seeker went down, targeting his cannons on the flier, and just when he was about to fire someone hit his back and he fired just inches away from Starscream's helm. Starscream fired back after noticing where the blast had come from, managing to nail the Autobot in the chest, knocking him back a few yards. Ironhide looked to his left where he could see Impulse standing behind a large fallen tree. She was standing over Optimus, firing at anyone that ventured near the downed Autobot.

Optimus was a little annoyed at the sparking Medic, even though he was only hit in the shoulder, the young Lamborghini had already threatened to remove any and all of his functions if he attempted to go anywhere. However, he did manage to get a few shots at the Decepticons in his range without having Impulse shove him away. The radius around them seemed clear, for now, and Impulse settled her guns, giving them time to cool. She took out the scanner from her right servo and ran it over Prime's chassis, after seeming somewhat satisfied with the results, she turned to head off on the battle field again, but not before telling Prime to stay put.

Bumblebee was wrestling with a Decepticon named Ghost, the mutating 'Con. Ghost had the armor of 100 or more different mechs, being able to change his shape into that of any other 'Con or 'Bot. However, Bee wasn't giving the 'Con any opportunity to change his shape, throwing punches when he was close, and firing at him when he was farther away. Still, when Ghost managed to push Bee off him, Ghost took the opportunity to bolt, taking off, darting between trees until Bee lost sight of him.

Ghost didn't make it far before he was shot at by someone above him, the shot managed to catch his right servo, immobilizing the appendage. He snarled, clutching the bleeding servo to his chest as he looked up at his attacker. At first all he saw was white in the gray, but he quickly saw the black decor within the white. Knowing exactly who it was, he moved right under the falling Lamborghini, watching her tense and lose balance in the air as she tried to move out of his range. He managed to catch her by the leg, swing her around, and throw the petite form into a tree.

Impulse fell heavily to her side, feeling the leaking energon tickle her side as it fell from her back. As Ghost came closer she tore out her guns again, shooting at him, however, it was a short burst since her guns were already overheated. He snatched her servo, forcing it away from him so she couldn't fire anything at him. He knelt down to look into her optics, "What are you doing on the battle field? Shouldn't you be taking care of sparklings?" he hissed into her audios. He looked around her, seeing where she had jumped from. From where they were he could just make out a figure firing in the distance. Zoning in on the mech he smiled, "Or maybe you're protecting one?" He laughed and twisted the servo back farther, causing the Lamborghini to grimace and wires to snap. "You always were too protective to be a Decepticon," he cooed, rubbing the Decepticon insignia on her hip.

Impulse twisted away, bringing more pain to her arm, but putting some inches between them. "I put your slagging afts back together, and you left me for dead."

Ghost sneered, "I see Ratchet was able to reformat your memory chips."

"What was left of them," she bit back, watching as Ghost's attention was moved off her and behind her, in Prime's direction.

"Some protector you turned out to be," he laughed, Impulse turned to see Megatron towering over Prime. Her optics dimmed as she pulled away with a new force, already halfway there by the time Ghost knew what was happening. Impulse managed to get to Prime in record time, standing in front of him with her guns pointed at the ready. However, with her small petite form, Megatron was in no way threatened by her. Not only that but the Decepticon leader already knew who she was, having been her own leader many, many Earth years ago.

Megatron had that know it all, evil, grin on his face as he addressed her. "Pulse, I see you're still functioning."

"With no help from you," she sneered, "And it's Impulse," she added, shoving her guns at him again. She looked over her shoulder at the unconscious 'Bot behind her. Her sneer turned into a scowl as she attempted to assess the damage without the aid of her scanner. Megatron had managed to successfully blast Prime's already ruined shoulder this time too close to his chest for her comfort. Still, the growing sparkling within seemed to be unharmed and undisturbed.

A sound behind her caused her to instinctively remove one gun from Megatron and position it at the newcomers face. She felt trapped, standing there over Optimus, one gun pointed at Megatron, the other at Ghost. She was almost praying that her guns were no longer overheated when a large blast sent Megatron stumbling away from Prime. Her hopeful optics turned to whomever had saved her aft, seeing Ironhide there was just more of a relief. After sending as much of a burst as the heated gun could at Ghost she turned towards the weapons specialist.

"Took you long enough," she growled out at him, but in a thankful way.

The older 'Bot only nodded, "How's Optimus?" he asked, dodging a blast from Megatron, while trying to focus on the downed 'Bot.

"I haven't been able to do a complete check, but it's not serious, and your sparkling hasn't taken any damage either. However, if you think you can handle these two, I can run a full exam," she answered, targeting both her guns on Ghost as the 'Con pushed himself up.

"With both servos bound," Ironhide responded, firing at Ghost while keeping a trained eye on Megatron.

"Sure," Impulse bent down and carefully, manually, removed the scanner from her ruined right servo. With a chocked and pained yelp the scanner came free, but not without the attention of Ironhide.

"Are you gonna make it?" he asked, dodging another blow, this one from Ghost and Megatron, however, Megatron seemed to have lost the interest in the fight. More interested in what the sparkling Medic was doing with Prime.

"Um, I'm a little busy at the moment," she managed to spit out, running the scanner over Prime's chest, over the sparkling, then his shoulder. She scowled upon retched the shoulder, she tried to clear away the leaking energon to see better, however, she managed only to smear it with her own energon that coated her fingers from removing the scanner. She swore low enough for only her to hear and attempted to blindly reattach cables and metal. "A jump start from Ratchet and you should be back on your feet in no time," she told the offline 'Bot.

Ironhide's hand on her shoulder had her jumping up and pointing both guns in his face. Ironhide looked at her quizzically as she looked around, "Megatron?" she asked, seeing no Decepticon anywhere.

"Took off to Primus knows where."

"Oh," was Impulse's low reply as she stumbled forward, held upright by one of Ironhide's hands.

"You gonna be okay?"

"Lost to much energon is all," she muttered, "I just need to recharge." The Lamborghini slumped forward, as the other Autobots gathered around, ready to head back to the base and be patched up. Ratchet took the unconscious femme, picking her up as easily as if she were as light as a human.

"I'll take her, you take Prime," he told Ironhide, however, Ironhide didn't even need to be told, he already had the larger bot propped up against him.

"Let's go," Ironhide said, leading the way as Ratchet followed second. Bumblebee and the twins were behind Ratchet and the other Autobots were following. Sam and Mikaela were sitting in Bee as they got a ride back to base.

Megatron stood in what was a sad attempt at any medical bay the Decepticon's were capable of sustaining. Starscream sat propped up on one of the berths as Megatron looked him over, Ghost welding the hole in his wing back together taking care of the healing that Screamer's body couldn't do himself.

"We need her," Ghost told Megatron, not that their 'glorious' leader needed to be told that. "None of us knows anything about a sparkling, even if we wanted to terminate it, we would need a specialist. And who better then an ex-'Con?"

Megatron snarled, "If I wanted it terminated, I would have ripped the sparkling out of his cockpit myself, specialist or not." Starscream unconsciously rubbed at his cockpit, a scowl at his leaders words.

Ghost growled back, "I was merely stating a fact, no need to get your possessor fried." The seeker stayed quiet about this, even though it had everything to do with him, he also knew that he didn't really have a say in the matter. If Megatron wanted this sparkling, his heir, then he would be forced to carry it, if Megatron didn't however, he knew his leader was being truthful when he said he would rip it out. "Besides," Ghost continued, "It's not as if this sparkling was planned, we have no idea of what to expect, Pulse will know though."

Megatron's vents cleared loudly, as if huffing his annoyance, "You would want her back, even though she's a filthy Autobot you still can't leave her can you?" He hissed, knowing the history between Ghost and the ex-'Con. "Still, we do need her," Megatron locked optics with Starscream, his SIC looking back at him with an unreadable expression. "Very well, bring her to me, tonight."