Author's Notes: I wasn't actually planning on anything more than just a simple one shot but this thing just kept growing. I hope this doesn't seem forced or anything, even though it isn't as good as the first one.

Hurt Me Heal Me

"How is he, Red Alert?" Sideswipe whirled around when he heard the question he was wondering being asked by someone else. Sideswipe was not all that surprised to see that the one speaking had been Optimus Prime, not after the care he had seen the commander direct on the still off-line bot.

The mechanic did not answer at first, he seemed to be too busy eyeing the monitor. Sideswipe jumped up and down to peek over his shoulder but a firm hand on his shoulder stopped him from continuing. He turned his light blue optics to Blurr who standing right by his side.

"Don't strain yourself", the mercenary said quietly. "You're still not fully energized."

Sideswipe simply nodded before turning back to Red Alert. Optimus had by now moved to stand next to the medic. He was waiting for Red Alert to finish analyzing the data.

It was not right. Hot Shot should not have been hurt like this, not because of something Sideswipe did. Quilt gnawed at the small bot's mind as he convinced himself that he should be the one resting on the recharge bed off-line, not the kind bot he had grown to care for in such a short while.

"He's been short from a short distance", Red Alert concluded finally. "But the shot is way off from his spark."

"So someone just wanted to hurt Hot Shot, not kill him?" Sideswipe piped out. He could not understand. The decepticon had clearly been trying to destroy Sideswipe when he rammed into him. Why would such a violent bot let Hot Shot live.

"Sadistic little piece scrap, huh?" Blurr's voice cut in. This earned him scolding looks from both Red Alert and Optimus. Sideswipe only looked surprised. He would have even blinked a couple of times if his optics had such a function.

"You should really watch your speech, Blurr", Optimus said carefully. A small smirk appeared on Red Alert's face as the medic added: "There are children present."

Sideswipe knew he should have been insulted, since he was the only one of the four concious bots in the room who the remark could have referred to but he was too distracted byt the way the two oldest transformers acted.

"I really don't think this is a time to be joking", Sideswipe said timidly. "I mean, Hot Shot's hurt really bad."

"Hot Shot is fine", Optimus said, a clear smile in his voice. "His systems are completely operational."

"Really?" Sideswipe asked in relief and made his way to the computer. The statistics shown on the screen said nothing to him but apparently both Optimus and Red Alert could read them. The small bot finally said: "Okay."

"Come on, now", Blurr said while coming up from Sideswipe. He placed his hands on the smaller bot's shoulders and started steering him out of the room.

"But I want to stay with Hot Shot!" Sideswipe argued. He did not want to leave the yellow bot all alone, even Red Alert and Optimus were leaving the room. Hot Shot should not have to wake up alone, this was what Sideswipe thought.

"He's going to be out of it for a long time", Blurr assured Sideswipe. "He's going to be here after you take a small nap."

"I'm not a child-bot!" Sideswipe argued. "I don't need to take any naps. I-AAGH!" Sideswipe was cut off mid-rant by Blurr sweeping him up into his arms and then throwing his over his shoulder.

"Hey!" Sideswipe protested, hitting the mercenary's back with his fist. "Put me down!"

Blurr did not seem affected by Sideswipe's punch. The whole way to his room Sideswipe kept assuring himself that this was because he really was tired, not because there was that great difference between their strenght.

And the whole way down the base corridors Sideswipe could not help but be glad for Blurr's caring. He just wished someone would look after Hot Shot like that aswell.

The End

Ending Notes: Bleh, I still have some things I'd like to add to this, so expect atleast one more installment.