The first time I recieved this request: Um... I do have a suggestion for a story... I've looked around and I've yet to find too many Red Alert sparked/sparkling stories...

Of course... There isn't that many Jolt stories either, I literally copied and pasted that onto a sticky note and (I have the Seekers on my computer wallpaper) put three sticky notes over their..."junk" (even though there was nothing to be seen XD) and put the request on the sticky note covering Thundercracker's stuff and put Do not life on the other two XD Just to freak my mom out. Anyway, that was probably not a story you guys wanted to hear. But I copied the request, put in on Thundercracker and went to bed. But, I also plan the fics you guys request with pen(s) and paper. I kid you not, I wrote First Aid instead of Red Alert, and I got a good portion of the First Aid story done and when I went to take a look at the sticky note, I paled. Red Alert XD I wanted to cry. So I deleted the First Aid story (it wasn't even going where I wanted it to! {Probably because I had the wrong character -_-}) and now I'm starting over with the paranoid Red Alert. XD Primus. What a good way to start the morning, eh?

Red Alert ran through the halls, screaming Decepticons are attacking! Wake everyone up! This is not a drill!

To Red Alert's complete amazement, no one got out of their berths. While he stewed over that, he was quickly surprised by Inferno, who touched the mech's shoulder.

"It's three in the morning, Red. Not even the Decepticons get up this early."

"I know what my readings say, Inferno! Don't you trust me?"

Inferno sighed and rubbed his helm. So far, he was the only one who could get through Red Alert's paranoia and find whatever logic was buried in his processor. So the Autobots nominated him to take care of the mech, physically, mentally, and emotionally. "We're all safe, Red. You probably spooked the Decepticons. They weren't expecting you to be awake this early."

Red Alert just stared at him, but nodded and accepted that story. It was better than trying to haul Optimus out of the berth to take a look around and maybe find tracks which Optimus would have Percy scan and then the microscope mech would say that Bambi had stopped by for a visit when Red Alert was sure it was Starscream!

"Now, let's get you all tucked in and-"

"But-"

"No 'but's, Red, I'm tired, you're tired, Optimus is sick and tired of waking up at ridiculous times..." He scooped his friend up into his arms and walked him down to his own quarters. "Now go to sleep."

"But the Decepticons..."

"If it makes you feel any better, I'll check it out myself, okay?" Inferno stroked his helm and watched him lay down into what he hoped was a peaceful recharge. Then he got up and walked around outside. A deer fawn was curled up in the grass, its eye studying him and deciding whether he was a threat or not. "Hello, little Bambi. You've scared my friend badly. I think we'd all appreciate it if you hurried on home now, mm?"

The fawn remained, but Inferno predicted that the doe that foolishly put her baby here wasn't too far off. He walked back into base and nearly tripped over Red Alert.

"Did you find any Decepticons?"

"Red, what are you...?" Inferno sighed and tipped his helm back. "I thought I told you to go to sleep."

"Which Decepticons were there?"

"Bambitron. Now go to berth now."

"Is he a new one?"

"Berth, Red!" He herded him into his quarters and tucked the littler mech into the blankets and sheets. Then he shut the door and walked back to his own quarters, flopping down onto his berth. He sighed and fell into a deep sleep.

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Decepticons are attacking! Get up! Wake up! Come on, guys! I'm serious!

Inferno got up and glanced at the clock on his nightstand. "Six thirty, Red... Three hours and a half of sleep, Red. How do you have the energy, Red?" He got up, still mumbling. That was before he saw Red Alert.

"INFERNO!" Red Alert ran to him as best as he could, his leg damaged and his arm appeared to be broken as he clutched it to his side with his not-so-good arm. "Inferno, there are Decepticons!"

Inferno's optics widened when Red Alert took a tumble forward and he caught him, holding him close. "No kiddin', Red." He looked up. "RATCHET! Ratchet, come on! Ratchet!"

The medic wasn't interested in what Red Alert was crying about, but he was awake instantly when Inferno joined in the crying. He ran into the hall and cursed at the pair sitting in the middle of it, one damaged and the other looking ready to scream.

Optimus and Inferno waited outside the MedBay. Everyone else was told to go back to sleep for three more hours since they were robbed of it during the night. They couldn't argue and it wasn't as if they wanted to. They knew Optimus would have pity and would probably give them a few more hours to sleep on top of the three he already permitted them.

Ratchet waved the two mechs in. "He's fine now, but I don't want him moving around." He looked at Red Alert. "You've gone too far now, Red Alert. You have to stop this."

"Wait," Inferno said, a grin pulling at his lips for no reason. He was even laughing. He couldn't believe this! "You think Red did this to himself? Ratchet, come on..."

"His damage was done by practiced digits."

"You honestly think that Red did this to himself? Ratchet, aren't you the brains in this MedBay? Why would Red purposely injure himself?"

Ratchet crossed his arms. "To get attention, Inferno. That's all he wants, attention."

Inferno glared at the medic, then looked up at Optimus. "What do you think, Prime? You think Red could have hurt himself this way?"

Optimus looked over at Red Alert. Three pairs of optics were on him now and he moved so the bandages covering half his face would muffle his speech. "The Decepticons...they ambushed me."

"Honestly," Ratchet muttered.

Optimus shook his helm in a sad way. "Red Alert is obviously in need of repair. Until we check things out, I do not know how to approach this. Inferno, come with me. Can you carry Red? I will need him to show us where he was attacked."

Inferno walked to his partner, touching his helm. "Think you can do that, Red?"

"I have to! You guys think I'm lying," he said and he buried his face into his chest when Inferno lifted him off the berth.

Red Alert directed the Prime outside of the base, Inferno walking behind him. "Right there, Prime."

Optimus knelt and sifted through the grass, sighing and lifting up pieces of Red Alert. "Looks like there was, in fact, a brawl here..."

"I told you!"

"But there are no pieces of your attacker, Red Alert. Are you sure you were attacked here?"

"Of course, Prime!" Red Alert squirmed to be set down, but Inferno held him close, saddness in his optics and he looked at Optimus.

The Prime gave a slight nod and Inferno hesitated before he nodded back.

Red Alert was placed in a back room which was used to keep Decepticon prisoners. It had padded walls from when they had Ravage in there and he was determined in slamming his shoulder into the wall to cause injury for the medics to have to treat him. There was one window facing the sky in case they had Seeker prisoners who went mad if they couldn't see the sky. And Red Alert was placed smack in the middle of that room.

Inferno turned his helm away and stared at Optimus. "I will find evidence to prove he's not crazy."

Ratchet came up to them before Optimus could reply. "Optimus, I did several scans of Red Alert and I just got the results processed."

Optimus held up an index digit to Inferno, letting him know their conversation wasn't over. "Go on, Ratchet."

"Red Alert lost a lot of Energon, sustained damage around his face, chest, and hips, he's dripping Energon from pretty much everywhere and...the most disturbing result..." Ratchet turned the scanner around so Inferno and Optimus could see. "Optimus, he's carrying."

Inferno crossed his arms and glared at the Prime and the medic. "Still think he could have done this himself?"

Optimus looked at the back room and his shoulders dropped. Ratchet lowered the scan and sighed, walking away with his own shoulders lowered.

"I think Red Alert's due for an apology, don't you?"

Ha! This is turning into Sparked, so I'm going to skirt around that plot line and jump into a different area. What if they never find out who attacked Red Alert, aha...and what if they learn why Red's so anxious all the time? Stay tuned!