These are just a bunch of short stories that I've been writing while I was bored at school so I decided that I'll go ahead and post 'em all on here.
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Chapter 1: Shot Through The Heart
"Come on Prowl!"
"No! They are 5 years OLDER then you, Bluestreak. That, coupled with the fact that you're a minor, means they are not flirting with you dating you, and diffenctly NOT BONDING with you!"
Bluestreak pouted at his older brother, arms crossed over his shirtless chest. "Never said I wanted to bond with them," his voice droped to a low mumble, "They wouldn't want to anyway."
"Aww, anyone who would say no to bonding with you is a blind fool." Jazz threw an arm around the younger red head. He smiled softly, "Prowler's just trying to be protective over you. That's his job as an older brother."
"Jazz, how many times do I have to tell you it's 'Prowl' not 'Prowler'?" The taction snapped irritably.
"Oh, I know. You're just cute when you're angry."
The red-head blushed and looked away, "Yeah, yeah."
Bluestreak sighed, blue eyes locked onto the floor, "Prowl...I know they're older, I know they're trouble makers, and I know you just wanna protect me," He looked up to lock his eyes onto his brother's, "But I love them. BOTH of them."
Prowl fell silent, calculating blue eyes scanning over his brother's face.
"Come on Prowl. Just let him follow what his spark is telling him. You did," Jazz spoke softly, hand resting on the older red-heads shoulder.
Just as Prowl opened his mouth to reply, the alarm went off in the base, "We'll discuss this later" Prowl stated, blue eyes hardening.
Bluestreak nodded numbly, "Y-Yeah."
The three quickly made thier way from the back into the main part of the base. "Optimus, what's the emergancy?" Prowl inquired as soon as they saw the taller man.
"Sunstraker and Sideswipe just sent out a distress call," Prime spoke softly before adressing the group as a whole. "Jazz, Prowl, Ratchet, Ironhide, and Bluestreak; you will be in the group going after the twins. The rest of us will stay here and protect our base."
The people called by the afore mentioned names saluted, transformed, and rolled out.
Prowl grumbled to himself, complaining to Jazz through their bond, /Why did Optimus HAVE to send Bluestreak to rescue the TWINS of all people!?/
/Because,/ Jazz snapped, becoming annoyed with his bondmate, /We could use Bluestreak's gunner skills. Who knows, Blackout and Starscream could be there. And the last time I checked no one but Bluestreak has been able to shoot a flier down./
Prowl relased air through his vents, his version of a sigh. /I see what you mean./
The small group arrived at the coordients from which the twin's signal was coming from and transformed back.
Ratchet looked around, scowling, "I swear to Primus if this is just a prank being pulled by those two I'll-"
"Sunny! Sides!" Bluestreak exclaimed, eyes locked onto something in the sky.
The rest of the small group looked up, eyes widening in horror. Blackout and Starscream had a hold of the bloody bodies of the twins, Megatron hovering above them. "Autobot scum! It would seem we have something that you want!"
Ratchet glared at Megatron, secretly signaling to Bluestreak to prepare his rifle, "What do you want from us, Megatron!?"
"Simple. I require the All Spark."
"Go screw ya own mother board!" Ironhide roared.
"Blackout?" Megatron spoke softly.
Blackout dragged one clawed hand over Sideswipe's chest, draggin a weak cry from the red twin.
Suddenly, a rifle retort sounded throughout the area, the bullet entering Blackout's shoulder causing the helicopter transformer to drop the twin he held. As Starscream turned to glare at the young gunner, a bullet ripped through his wing. Starscream yelped and dropped the other twin. Ironhide and Ratchet sprang forward and caught both of the twins as they plumited towards the ground.
Megatron snarled, quickly landing in front of Bluestreak, red eyes driling into the young gunner's blue ones. "You'll pay for that, Autobot!" The decepticon leader wrapped his large hand around Bluestreak's head, lifting the young red-head off the ground.
"Blue!" Jazz sprang forward, hand reaching for the man that was like his own younger brother.
Blackout landed next to his leader, claw pointed at Bluestreak's chest, directly over his spark. "I wouldn't, if I were you."
Jazz froze, glaring at Blackout from behind his vizor. "Curse you!"
Sunny slowly opened his eyes, craddled in the protective arms of Ironhide. Blue eyes locked onto the body of his twin in Ratchet's arms. Sunstreaker swallowed nervously, reaching out for Sideswipe through thier bond, /S-Sides?/
The yellow twin released a grateful sigh as Sideswipe shifted, blue eyes opening a fraction, /I'm here Sunny./
/Good, I was worried./
/What happened?/
/We were patroling when Mega-dork, Blackout, and Screamer ambushed us. The guys arrived and Bluestreak-/ The yellow twin cut off with a gasp. /Bluestreak!/ Sunstreaker twisted in Ironhide's grasp, blue eyes searching form the young gunner.
Neither twin could keep in the gasp that escaped thier throats at the sight their blue eyes saw. Megatron slowly tightened his grip on the young gunner's head causing blood to drip down from the hair line from the Decepticon leader's claws.
"Let him go!" Prowl roared, fear gripping his spark.
"I think not. I'll keep-" Megatron was cut off by a rifle retort, a bullet tearing through the Decepitcon's forearm causing him to drop the young gunner.
Bluestreak stumbled back, blinded by the blood that dripped into his eyes, "Don't touch me."
Megatron sneared while his forearm sparked, red eyes drilling into the younger man. The Decepticon Lord knew who the Autobot gunner felt about the Lambo twins that were currently being held by the CMO and weapons' specialist, and the planned to use it to his advantage. Megatron pointed his arm cannon at the twins and thier oblivous caretakers. Bluestreak's eyes widened, mind seeming to freeze. Megatron smirked as he pulled the trigger. Once those annoying twins were out of the way, the Decepticon Lord could take out the only threat to this fliers, the young gunner.
If asked later, Bluestreak wouldn't have been able to explain his actions, his body moved on it's own. The young gunner sprang into action, swiftly moving into the line of the blast.
Prowl's eyes widened as he watched, helpless, as his younger brother took the cannon blast that was ment for the twins. "BLUESTREAK!!" The tactition quickly rushed to his brothers's side. "Blue! Wake up! Open your eyes!" when blue eyes didn't open to meet his own, Prowl begain to panic. "Ratchet! Forget those two and get over here now!"
The CMO looked up, green eyes widening. "Ironhide, take the twins! I need to get Bluestreak back now!"
The rough weapons specalist silently took Sideswipe from the blonde, fierce glare locked onto Megatron. "You do what ya need to Ratchet."
The CMO nodded grimly before rushing over to the young gunner, gently pushing Prowl away. Green eyes widened at the damage Meagtron's cannon had caused. Bluestreak's chest had ben blasted open and his spark chamber cracked which caused a faint blue glow to fall over Ratchet's face. He gently picked up the young gunner, glancing at Prowl before taking off.
Prowl slowly turned to face the Decepticon Lord, clenched fists trembling. Jazz stepped up next to his bondmate, "Megatron," the usually happy third-in-command snapped, "We will make you pay!"
Megatron smirked, "Oh really?"
Prowl snarled, crouching down. "You won't get away with this!"
"Oh I think I already have. Even as we speak, I'm sure that gunner is dy-" The Decepticon leader was cut off by a ninja star slicing across his chest. Megatron stumbled back as Prowl lunged forward, Jazz quickly following his bonded.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*ONE HOUR LATER*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Ratchet!" Prowl burst into the medbay, shallow cuts along his body sparking. "Ratchet! How's Bluestreak!?"
Ratchet didn't look up, hands buried in the young gunner's chest. "Get out Prowl. I'm busy!"
"But-"
The cyber ninja was cut off as Ironhide steped up to him. "You need to leave or ya'll just be in Ratch's way." The weapons specialist gently shoved Prowl out the door. "He's nearly fixed. I promise that I'll let ya know first thing when Ratch's done." With that said, the dark haired man shut the medbay doors.
Prowl glared at the door, blue eyes dull.
Jazz slowly walked up to his bonded, being causious, he know that the red haired ninja/cop was dangerous when angered, "Prowler? Don't worry. Bluestreak's in great hands. We both know how good of a medic Ratchet is."
Tension slowly slipped off Prowl's shoulders, "Yeah, I know. But...I can't help but worry, he's my little brother."
Jazz wrapped his arm around Prowl's shoulders. "Yeah, I know. I'm worried too, but I have faith that Ratchet will take care 'o him."
Before Prowl could reply, the medbay doors opened, "Okay Prowl. He's awake and doing fine. But he'll need to stay here for a few nights so I can keep an eye on him." Ratchet smiled softly.
"Thank you, my friend." Prowl spoke softly, eager to get through the doors and to his brother's side.
The CMO nodded, moving to allow the tactition entry into the room. "Just don't get him to emotional." The ex military medic mumbled, walking off to get some much needed sleep.
"Hi Prowler." The young gunner smiled tiredly, wires connected to his pale chest. "You okay?"
"I should be asking you that, Blue." Prowl sat nest to his brother, grasping the pale hand in his own.
Jazz stood on the other side of the bed, gold eyes shining behind his trademark vizor. "Hey Blue, why'd ya go an' do that? Why'd ya let yaself take that shot?
Bluestreak glanced over towards the beds that the twins were resting on, recovering from their wounds. As he looked back at the saboter, he smiled softly, "Love makes you do crazy things."
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