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And the only reason it's in animated is because I like their styles better. :3 Still the same characters all around just different designs.

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"NO! I don't need help!" Slingshot struggled against his brothers, trying with all his might to get away. Ratchet, their medic, stood at the door to their quarters, a frown firmly in place. It wasn't out of the blue for the youngest of the Aerialbots to resist a check up, and Ratchet would've thought nothing of it, had Silverbolt not commed him.

"Either you sit still or I will put you in stasis!" Ratchet threatened, but he wasn't heard. Slingshot continued to struggle, his optics wide with fear.

Having had enough, the old medic stomped over to where the four Aerialbots were trying told hold him down and hit him in the helm. The effect was immediate. Slingshot went limp in his brothers arms as he stared up at the medic. Ratchet was quick to sadate him, not wanting to deal with anymore yelling. They laid him down on the ground gently, making sure he wasn't hurting his wings.

"Now what the slag was all that about?"

The occupants of the room were quiet for a while until Silverbolt decided to speak up.

"Seekers ambushed him while he was on patrol." Ratchet held up a servo motioning for him to stop talking.

"And he wants to show off his wounds and not get fixed. Same old Slingshot." He kneeled beside the smallest Aerialbot and began doing a routine check. Only when he started mending his wounds did Ratchet realize where the worst of the damage was.

"And when did you see fit to tell me that he was raped? After I found out on my own?" Ratchet sent a disaproving glare at Silverbolt as he set to work.

"He doesn't want anyone to know. He didn't even call for us because he thought he'd be seen as weak." Fireflight said looking broken as he stood beside Skydive.

"Stubborn aft head." Ratchet mumbled to himself as he stood.

"No flying for the rest of the megacycle. Tomorrow, he is going to visit Smokescreen, and I will find someone to stick with him at all times." With that, Ratchet turned and left, leaving the brothers to deal with Slingshot when he woke.

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"Slingshot? Come on Slingshot...You have to go see Smokescreen today." Fireflight gently tugged at his brothers servo, trying to move him from his hunched posistion in the corner. The mech didn't budge.

"Slingshot you have to go see Smokescreen...Please?" He still didn't receive a response and before he could ask again, a knock at their door caught his attention. Fireflight was slow to stand, not wanting to live his brother, but he was the only one in the room.

As he opened the door, he was shocked that a small blue bot stood in front of him.

"I'm here to watch over somebot called...Slingshot?"

Fireflight stared at him for a few seconds before silently motioning for him to come inside.

"Just...take a seat on one of the couches." Fireflight quickly moved towards the back of the room, where he then left down one of the halls.

The blue bot looked around the spacious quarters, taking in every little detail before his gaze settled on a figure in the corner. The gray bot was curled as tight as he could it seemed, and was trying to curl up even tighter.

'This must be him then.' The blue bot cautiously made his way over to the bot, kneeling down a few feet away.

"Well hey there." His voice was soft as he adressed the now shaking bot. He didn't get a response but he didn't let that stop him.

"I'm Beachcomber. I'm going to be helping you." Beachcomber was surprised when Slingshot actually responded.

"I don't need help..." The words came out weak, not convincing Beachcomber. Just then the four other brothers filed into the room.

"He doesn't move, we can't even get him to move to go see Smokescreen." Fireflight walked over to the two, kneeling down beside Beachcomber. His servo reached out helplessly, hovering just above his brothers frame.

Beachcomber hummed to himself before he stood and smiled at the larger bots.

"Don't worry. I'll get him back to normal!" He holds out a servo towards Silverbolt, his smile still in place. "I'm Beachcomber."

Silverbolt took Beachcombers servo in his own large one and shook it.

"Silverbolt." He motioned to the others around him to introduce themselves.

"Air Raid. You hurt him anymore than he already is and the last face you'll see is mine." Beachcomber wasn't disturbed by the larger bots protectiveness and only nodded.

Skydive was next, but he only whispered his name before he left, heading out the front door with Air Raid. Fireflight frowned sadly and shook his helm.

"Sorry...He's been looking for them since yesterday." Silverbolt placed a servo on Fireflights shoulder, offering silent support.

"No worries, I understand. You two get going, I know you have patrols. And don't worry. I'll take care of him." Beachcomber smiled brightly and ushered the larger bots out closing the door behind them. He turned to look at the bot still curled up in the corner with his servo planted firmly on his hips.

"Now, to get you up and moving."

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Beachcomber sat in front of the prone aerialbot with optics rocks spread out around him. After not being able to get the larger bot to move he decided just to talk to him.

"And this one, I found during a battle! Can you believe it! It was just lying there all innocent! I just saved it from getting blown up! We miss little beauties like this because of the war. I personally would rather not fight and just have a peaceful existance."

His rambling finally got a reaction out of the bot as he reached out towards the rock in Beachcombers servo. Beachcomber gently set the rock in his servo and watched as he rolled it around. Slingshot then placed it back on the floor before going silent again.

Beachcomber grinning and moved on to the next rock in his collection, rambling on about where, and how he found it.

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When the four Aerialbots came home, they were surprised to find that Beachcomber was sitting on one of the couches with Slingshots helm in his lap. The small bot gently ran his fingers over Slingshots helm, soothing the mech into a light recharge.

Fireflight smiled lightly, glad to see that his brother finally moved. He gently moved to kneel in front of the couch, content to watch Slingshot recharge peacefully. Skydive smiled softly before leaving towards his room. Air Raid simply snorted trying to hide his own smile as he left.

"Thank you." Silverbolt sent a nod towards Beachcomber before he too left, leaving the three bots alone.

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"I know you're in here Skydive." Silverbolt stated as he knocked on his brothers study. It was silent for a few minutes before the door slid open to reveal a distressed Skydive.

"Why? Why did it have to be him? Why not one of us?" Silverbolt didn't answer, instead he brought his brother in for a hug. Skydive's normaly calm face was twisted in pain at seeing their youngest brother so broken. It hurt them all, but for Skydive it was worse.

Slingshot and Skydive were close to each other, even though Slingshot would deny it every time he was asked. The two would spend countless hours with each other, simply basking in each others presence. Though the two would often yell at each other when Slingshot would steal Skydives datapads.

"He'll get better." Silverbolt tried to sound convincing, but even he couldn't believe that Slingshot would ever be the same.

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