How long ago did I promise this???? Anyways, after several months a REALLY boring math class made me start daydreaming. A fic idea arose, and without really thinking about it I scribbled the idea down and left it to collect dust. Now, on an equally boring Saturday night, I sit here with an injured knee making a fan fiction out of my dust-collector idea. Lo and behold, I realize if I twist my original plans slightly, I have "Don't Look Back". Everything happens for a reason, apparently, including painful injuries and boring math classes. Now, on to the much anticipated story...

Don't Look Back
Chapter 1
Depthcharge

By Nurannoniel The Insane Mutant Elf.

The small white femme watched as the scientists returned "Protoform X" to his cell. As an empathic, she could feel his pain and know his longing for freedom without him ever speaking a word. He could not speak, anyways, for he had been created at these labs and not yet given a voice-box. The white femme, Syria, sighed. It was now her turn to face the "experiments" of the scientists.

~Exact location unknown – Ancient Earth~

Depthcharge looked into the night sky of ancient Earth. It was a peaceful night, because no matter how hard the ray-bot tried, he could not find Rampage. He must be staying in tonight... DC thought sadly.

How strange it had been so many stellarcycles ago to meet X. Depthcharge had been a new guard at a government-owned lab just outside the capital. He was on a night shift replacing an injured bot when he went to check up on two of the experiments...

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"Please.... Please help...."

Depthcharge turned to the cell to see a small white female robot propped up against the metal bars.

"Please, he needs your help."

"What are you doing in here?!" Depthcharge dropped his gun and ran to the femme's cell.

"X, he needs help. He's hurt..." She winced as if the pain was her own. "Please help him!"

Depthcharge turned to look at the unconscious red bot in the cell next to the femme's. A small pool of mech fluid was forming underneath him. "Why are you two here anyways? I thought this section was where they kept experiments!"

"We —" She gasped in pain, and in the other cell the red bot convulsed with pain as well. "— are the experiments." When Depthcharge didn't respond, the femme continued. "I was brought here off the streets as a child-bot when an employee noticed I could sense other's emotions." She then motioned towards the red bot that was once again still. "He was created here."

Depthcharge stammered in shock "B-but why?"

"For... power." Both turned to see that the red bot had awoken. He pulled himself into a sitting position using the bars of the cell for support. He was breathing harshly and obviously in a lot of pain. "Syria...." He gasped.

Depthcharge returned his optics to the white femme. She also appeared to be in agony from some unknown cause.

"I'm alright...." Syria looked up to Depthcharge. "X is supposed to be immortal, so they try everything they can to kill him."

"And Syria is empathic, so –" X winced, then regained his posture. "-- they torture whoever they can to see how extensive her power is."

The newly hired guard couldn't believe his audio receptors. They hurt these two just to find out how much they could suffer??? "No...."

"Yes! Please, get X out of here before they hurt him again!"

Depthcharge stood up and walked away. Syria rested her head against the metal bars hopelessly as the guard turned the corner and out of sight. She could feel the wave of sorrow that came from her friend. "I'm sorry..." Tears began to form in the femme's optics at the sight of her one and only friend seeming ready to give up all hope. Just then, the automatic doors of the cells began to slide open. Both of them. Depthcharge returned in time to see Syria almost dragging the injured X out of his cell.

"We'll need to move quickly. X, can you walk?"

The red bot looked at the blue, and with the most thankful look Depthcharge had ever seen, he replied that yes, he could walk. He stood straight up, almost knocking the much smaller white femme over. With a quick chuckle, Depthcharge aided the two experiments in their first escape from the government labs.

***

A white star in the black sky twinkled brightly. Depthcharge thought of an old tale he heard once, about stars.... How did it go?

"Star light, star bright..."

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Flashbacks will explain everything later on. That's the idea, don't flame me for it. Any flames will be used to keep me warm so my thrice-injured knee stops hurting every time the temperature drops bellow -20 degrees Celsius.