Sam - Ello! XD Guess what I found!

Baby Firestorm - -giggles- We going to upwoad!

Sam - Yep! And tell them what we're going to upload

Baby Firestorm - Syndwomes memory!

Sam - That's right peeps! xD Roll Disclaimer!

DISCLAIMER - I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS!! MOST OF MY STORIES ARE OC'S ONLY! Mainly because I don't wanna muck up the charecters then get a trail of angry fangirls behind me...

Designation - Syndrome

-Commence Memory File Playback-

Strifes Revenge

"N-no... no.. d-don't touch me..."

Firestorm sat up, rubbing his lifeless grey optics as they powered up. He looked around his quarters. The light was on dimly, casting shadows on the objects that littered the room. Parallel to his own sat another berth, its occupier twisting and turning in his recharge.

"Get out of my head..."

The red mech shivered. Someone had messed with the heating again. His roommate gasped in pain, bringing his attention back onto him. The usually grey mech was a pale white. He was recharging on his side, an obvious trait that he wasn't comfortable. The red mech watched as he whimpered in pain, his back arching as if something had struck it. Sighing, Firestorm slowly slid off his berth, wandering over to his friend's side.

"Syndrome... Drome wake up!"

"L-leave me a-alone..."

Firestorm shook his friend "Syndrome! Snap out of it!"

"Rack off!" Syndrome's optics opened wide. He screamed on seeing Firestorm, rolling over and eventually falling off the berth. He curled up, his white frame shaking dangerously. Firestorm ran round the berth, bending down in front of him.

"Drome it me! It's Storm!"

"G-get away from me! You're not taking me! N-not again!"

"Syndrome snap out of it!"

"D-don't... p-please don't hurt me!"

"Sssh calm down... Syndrome its Firestorm remember? Stormcrow's not here! You're safe!"

"...S-Storm?"

"Yes Drome... It's Firestorm see?" The red mech held out his hand, allowing the other to see it. Syndrome just stared for a few seconds before holding out his own shaky hand, gently grabbing the others arm. Firestorm smiled seeing his friend's reaction. Syndrome shuddered, feeing the warmth pumping through his friend's circuitry. He looked up at him.

"Storm..."

"It's alright Syndrome... I know..."

Syndrome whimpered, pulling his friend in to a hug. Firestorm returned the gesture, comforting his room mate until he had calmed down. Syndrome smiled weakly, wiping his optics the minute he had pulled away. Firestorm pointed out his frame colour, which the saboteur fixed within a few breems. For a while they sat in silence. Firestorm sat cross-legged next to his friend as he tried to calm himself down enough to talk.

"Storm? I-I'm-"

"Sorry? Why?"

Syndrome let out a shaky sigh, his optics shuttering before he continued "I woke ya up again..."

"Don't panic about it Drome"

"B-but you have that supply run today... you're gonna be knackered"

Firestorm grinned, standing back up and holding out his hand.

"Look... The only thing I'm worrying about at the moment is you. This is the fifth time in the last few cycles that you've had a nightmare! That isn't natural even after a traumatic incident like that"

Syndrome shuddered, grabbing his friends hand and allowing him to pull him up. He sighed another shaky sigh before wandering over to the doorway of the room, leaving the SIC in the room.

"I gotta get some air..."

Firestorm nodded "Alright. Comm. me if you need me"

Syndrome nodded, exiting the room without another word.

"Where are you..."

A voice hissed as it moved through an asteroid belt. It shifted like a shadow, finally coming towards a ship. Its Decepticon insignia could be seen as bright as day, a large white line of paint through it. Energy signature dampeners in place, the form moved closer towards a port hole, revealing one of the ship's many hallways. Golden optics watched as a grey mech wandered down the hall, his right hand on his forehead. The shadow smiled, a glint appearing in its eyes.

"Ah... There you are..."

Syndrome rubbed his forehead, bringing his other hand up in front of his face. It was shaking. He was shaking. The saboteur sighed.

"Pull yourself together... She's gone... just.. J-just calm down..."

Shaking his head, the grey bot had to stop. He leant against the wall, gritting his teeth and shutting his optics tightly. He had to calm down before he saw Skartplug. He wasn't a wimp. He wasn't weak... but Stormcrow had been right about something. In fact, she had been right about almost everything. There wasn't anyone else that he knew of that could do the things he could. Sure, many mechs and femmes could use stealth and turn invisible, but who other than himself could change their appearance, optic colour and insignia without some type of holographic technology? He knew he was a freak because of his 'gifts', he knew he was different and he knew that was why he had been kicked out of his home all those vorns ago. But that was what she wanted. Someone with unique talents, and he happened to be the one to install her.

"Yeah I'm different... so what... s-she can't get me now..."

"No... But I can"

Syndrome froze. His body colour shifted to white as he felt two hands gently grab his shoulder plates, a sharp dagger in one of them. There was a quick tug, then Syndrome found himself in the shadows of the corridor, the blade at his throat. His intakes felt silent as he almost forgot to breathe. Two golden optics appeared at his shoulder as their owner hissed into his audios.

"Remember me Syndrome?"

The saboteurs shaking increased as he struggled to get a single word out of his vocal processors. Gulping silently, Syndrome twisted his head slightly, coming optic to optic with the smirking brown mech.

"S-Strife..."

"Yes... It's good to see you again Syndrome... I would say the same with Stormcrow... but you killed her remember?..."

That was it, his vocals had gone. He couldn't move. He was transfixed on the spot in fear. Strife smiled, increasing his pressure on the dagger. He chuckled, feeling a shiver run down his captive's frame.

"I think I'll kill you the way you killed Crow..." His optics narrowed, a look of pure anger on his faceplates "Slowly and painfully"

"Not if I can help it..." Syndrome gasped hearing another voice. He knew that voice...

"S-Storm?"

"Well well well... if it isn't the glitch that snapped this little guy out of his prisoned state..."

Firestorm activated his internally built light, bathing the shadows Strife was hiding in and revealing him. Strife squinted a little, his grip tightening further on Syndrome. Firestorm's grey optics narrowed, activating his comm. link. He spoke his communication out loud so Strife knew he was slagged. It was his way of giving him a chance to drop Syndrome and run.

"All Freelancers I have an intruder cornered in corridor 3C! He has Syndrome hostage. Napalm, Grindz, Bullet, Airstrike, you should remember him. You too Skartplug. Get your afts down here now!"

-Yes Sir!-

-Roger that!-

-Movin Bled!-

"Slag..." Strife thought quickly, pulling Syndrome further back into the corner with him. He smirked, looking back at the red SIC.

"I don't see why you're stopping me..."

Firestorm kept his weapon poised as his optics narrowed further "You have my friend at knife point. Why shouldn't I be stopping you?"

"He murdered my best friend..." Syndrome gasped and started to choke as Strife gripped him in a headlock, cutting off his energon circulation. His dagger stayed in his hand, digging deeply into his own wiring as well as his captives. "So I'm just returning the favour..."

"S-Storm! H-help me!"

"Shut up you" Strife's grip tightened. Syndrome gripped the brown mechs arms, trying to pull him away. Strife chuckled at his weak and frightened attempt. Firestorm stepped closer.

"Release the saboteur and I'll make this painless..."

Strife raised an optic ridge "Back off and I'll make this silent..."

"S-Storm!"

"I said shut up!" Strife pulled at the saboteur's throat. Syndrome panicked, his arms flailing wildly as he tried to breathe. His optics started to dim as his flailing fell short, the lack of air in his circuitry causing his systems to fail. Firestorm reacted, dropping his blaster and gripping a fist, smashing Strife round the faceplates at full force. Strife fell backwards, Syndrome falling out of his grip. The saboteur fell forwards, wheezing for breath on his hands and knees as he tried to calm his shaking frame.

"Why you old fragger!" Strife stood back up quickly, pouncing on Firestorm and successfully knocking them both to the ground. Skartplug ran round the corner along with Diode, Diablos, Airstrike and Bullet as they wrestled on the ground, Strife eventually gripping Storms neck. Firestorm grabbed hold of Strifes neck and both of them started choking each other. Diablos and the others gathered round whilst Skartplug bent down in front of Syndrome, carefully uncurling him to check he was alright.

"Three cubes on Firestorm!"

"No way Blos! I've seen Strife in battle! Two cubes of highgrade on him!"

"Bullet! You ain't supposed to make bets on the enemy!"

The silver Subaru looked up at his jet friend "Striker, he's obviously better!"

The white mech blinked "Blos shouldn't we split em up?"

Diablos smiled "Na man! Dis is da best action we've ad round ere! Let it linga!"

Syndrome had his optics shut tightly, one hand clutching his neck, the other his chestplate. Skartplug couldn't remove his hands, but quickly saw why when he saw the fluids leaking out of the gaps in his hands.

"That glitch... Storm he's cut Dromes throat!"

"I'm... a lil busy... Skarts..." Firestorm's grip tightened, as did Strife's. Both of their optics began to dim as their systems slowly started coming to a stop. The red mechs optics narrowed as he reared up his leg, successfully kicking Strife away with a firm push. Strife rolled onto the ground besides Skartplug, grabbing the medic's leg and shoving him away from the wheezing grey.

"Now we intervene!"

"Heh... you wish" The brown mech grabbed hold of the medic and the saboteur before all three of them vanished into thin air. Bullet ran to grab Strife, but ended up skidding to a halt as he left. Airstrike looked around, the twins helping Firestorm stand back up as he coughed to catch his breath.

"Guys..." Airstrike blinked "...Where's Skartplug and Syndrome?"

To Be Continued...