I wanted it to be a oneshot or how do you call it, but it turned out to be a little too long. So I'll upload it in 2 chapters. Or 3. Hope you like it! ;)
IF SOMEONE HATES RODIMUS OR HOT SHOT DON'T READ IT AND/OR DONT REVIEW IT! I don't wanna read jerkie comments, get it?!
It was midnight but one of Iacon's streets were at daylight. It was not a ceremony nor a lightshow. A big building was on fire. The flames were so powerful and gigantic that the bots who trapped inside could only hope for a miracle. Everybot was fleeing from the fire except the police and firemen. And of course Rodimus and his crew.
They weren't mad even if Brawn was shouting „Are you crazy, kid?!", they had a good reason to go there. The crew's youngest member, Hot Shot was in the area too and they wanted to make sure that he was alright. Brawn and Red Alert were following their leader while mumbling quietly. They didn't really like that kid, he had a too big mouth. But of course if something happened to him, they would go and find him immediately.
- Stupid kid! Hope he isn't dumb enough to stay in the building – mumbled Brawn.
- And let's hope he stopped that fire. He's a pyrotechnician, you know – answered Red Alert.
- You two shut up! – said nervously Rodimus. – It doesn't matter what he has and hasn't done but we have him on our hands.
- Roddy's got a point, guys – said Ironhide. – If something happened to Shotty you woulsn't be so calm either.
Suddenly annoying voice errupted from behind them. The plocie had caugth up with them.
- Team Rodimus! – shouted on of them. – Immediately stop and turn! We will handle the situation.
- Don't worry, Roddy! – smirked Ironhide. – We will hold 'em up. Just find Shotty.
- If we go to stockade because of you I'm gonna excoriate you! – cried Red Alert but she slowed down with Ironhide and Brawn.
Rodimus continued on with full speed. He was praying for Hot Shot. In the end he got to the area. It was frigthening. The flames were gigantic and powerful. In front of the building a mech was standing.
Rodimus relaxed as he transformed.
- Hot Shot! You are al… - he started but busted as the youngling turned to him.
Hot Shot's optics were red. Decepticon-red. An evil smile was on his faceplate. As he saw Rodimus the smile vanished, he closed his optics and shook his head as if he just woke up from a dream. When he opened his optics again, they were blue. He was confused until he turned back to the building. His optics went wide.
- No – he whispered then suddenly started to punch himself. – STUPID! STUPID! STUPID!
- Hot Shot, stop! – Rodimus intended to stop him, but…
- DON'T TOUCH ME! – yelled Hot Shot and freed himself from the other's hands. – I'm not worthy to be called an Autobot! I want to die!
And he started to run towards the fire to burn himself to death.
- HOT SHOT! – Rodimus jumped after him and he managed to pin him down before he could get too far.
The cadet tried to figth but the bossbot's weight was too much.
- Hot Shot, explain it! What's happening here? Why were your optics red? – shouted Rodimus. He hadn't been rough to him until now.
- I did it! I did it! – squirmed Hot Shot. – I started the fire! I killed them!
- But why?!
- I DON'T KNOW! – yelled Hot Shot and started to cry. – I don't know.
Rodimus climbed down from him and helped him up from the ground. Hot Shot's optics were filled with energon-tears.
- Kill me! Please… - he whined in a weak voice.
- I won't – Rodimus grabbed his shoulders and lead him away slowly from the building and seated him. – Why did you start the fire?
- I already told you I don't know! – shouted Hot Shot than he covered his face with his hands. – I… just… felt something inside me. To start a fire somewhere. I just can't resist it.
- You can't? – asked Rodimus.
- It's appears since my sparklinghood. Rarely, but then I can do horrible things…
- Is there a glitch in your processor?
- Maybe.
- Look, Hot Shot. We'll get Perceptor to examine you. I'm sure that smarta…
Suddenly the ploice and the other members of the team showed up.
- Get away from him! – growled one of the cops at Rodimus.
- Why should I? – he stood in front of Hot Shot to protect him. – Because you said that?
- Yes. And because… - noded the cop. -… we have evidence that he is the responsible for this and other fires.
- What are you talking about? – hissed Rodimus. He was getting really pissed off.
- You must have heard about the big disaster of Xan – said the cop.
- So what?
- Your little friend here started that fire too…
Standby, guys!