Rightfull owner of Transformers: Energon and the characters is Hasbro.
Story and the OC:s by Animedog91

TFAArtFreak: Someone liking Conor? And here I though he'd be hated for being average teenaged angster.

Funfact of the day: Conors fathers name is Zadok Matt Baines. He is expert about robotics, but before getting his title of doctor, he was a real doctor on the hospital. That's where he met Conors mother, Michelle Rask.

It had been over three days, when Demolishor had last heard of Conor. Moment he had taken to the medical center, he had been taken deep inside, and the doctors seemed to be more than determinated to keep him in the bed resting for atleast few days. And that had sadden him, somehow. It was actually pretty weird, how attached he had gotten himself with the kid. But in the other hand, he had been there talking with him, when others seemed to avoid him... And wasn't afraid of him.

"You really would make a fine Decepticon Conor... proud... brave... not to mention that you're stubborn and need some anger managment.", he muttered to himself, and for the last to lines he grinned by himself, noticing how much Conor acted like an Decepticon youth, if you looked it at the right way. But on the other hand, bravery and stubbornes were also Autobots traits. And Conor seemed to be also curious and kind... so in the end he was also like an Autobot, but Demolishor wanted to think that Conor was an Decepticon at spark. Made him feel happier. Tank sighed to himself.

"Look at you Demolishor, getting soft for an human... I really should get my systems checked. Talking to self is the first sympton of insanity.", he talked again, and scratched his helm a little, before stiffening again, he was in his guard duty still. No slackin around!

At the medical center

"Get away from me you creep!", Conor shouted, getting first thing he could and tried to throw it to the doctor, who had been coming too close with a needle.

"Conor, calm down! I only want an sample of your skins and metals joint and-"
"And nothing doc! I've gotten enough of you guys trying to test me all the time! Read my "dads" raports, that should give ya enough info! I'm not a fucking testsubject!"

"Conor Zadok Baines! You do NOT use that kind of languake! What would your mother say!", loud voice tried to scold young brunette, who turned his glare to the speaker.

"Well speak of the devil... And what would mother say? She wouldn't say anything: She would SCREAM for what you've done to me!", Conor shouted back, and made a dreadfull wince, eyes almost burning. And before any of the mans could say anything, he jumped from his bed, pulling the needle from his arm that was giving him his nutrions he had lacked for the last few past days, letting blood from his arm to drip down.

"I won't let you use me again... No more. I'm already in pain, that I can win atleast somehow. I won't let you cut me open and start poking around any longer.", he growled, rising his hand and pointed at his father with finger, while it was still covered in blood. Dr. Baines took couple steps backwards, biting his lip.

"Conor... Let me help. I know that what I did was wrong, but you need your adjustments to be correctet, not to mention that we might find a way to ease your pains..."

"Lies. You said the same thing two months ago, before taking me here! And what happened? Remeber dear "dad"?", Conor took a hold from his dropper-stand, and suddenly swinged it, using his leg and breaking it so that it would be plain steelpole, all this in a mater of seconds.

"And now, I'm going out. Regardless do you want it or not.", he then stated, placing his new "weapon" on his other shoulder, and started walking towards the door. The other doctor, who had been there with a needle, froze in the fear, and took couple steps back, when Conor walked past them, and grabed his jacked, placing it on his shoulder.

"Just pray for God or Primus or anything you believe that you don't get near me again.", he then warned, before walking out of the room.

Two hours later, the Control room

"Someone has to find that kid. He's not only danger to himself, but possibly also to others too! No one knows what one can do while being in pain and confused, and not to mention that he already has some violent past on behind him..."

"We know these facts Dr. Baines. That's why we are looking for him, but Ocean City is a huge place. It's like looking a needle from the haystack like you humans say!", Hot Shot was searching the monitors, and sighed.

"We alerted all the transformers that Conor should be captured and bringed back here also. And now if you excuse me... I go look by foot, I can't do anything from here.", yellow autobot walked out of the control room, while dr. Baines was left behind. Metal-D, the green horn of this autobot team, was still on the watch of the monitors, focusing with all his might to find that kid. When he had heard that that kid was in a gang on his younger days, being one of those humans that could do anything threatened, he had gotten worried. Person like that on the loose... not good.

Hot Shot looked around, before deciding to go to Area C, to the open area. Surely someone who had been sitting inside for few days, and loving outside would go an area like this? Autobot looked around, and then looked up, when he heard a whistle.

"Ah! Conor? What are you doing up there? You know, your father was worried sick of you and... No wait don't jump!", racer panicked when brunette jumped from rather high place, for a mere human. Hot Shot tried to run under him, knowing already that he wouldn't make it in time. What made him froze, was that when kid landed on his feet, he didn't even flinch, id din't give out a sound of cracking bones, nothing. Kid was totally unharmed, save the fact that the ground had cracks on it.

"Co... nor?"
"Saw that?", Conor asked, rising his eyes to yellow racer, silent mask on his face. Autobot nodded silently, and Conor tilted his head, with small grin. "I can outrun an transformer. Climb in places where ya can't catch me. Drop down and be totally unharmed to certain point. You can thank my father for it.", he said, and started walking. He knew where he wanted to go. To see Demolishor. Autobot took couple steps after him, making young human stop on his tracks and look over his shoulder.

"Sorry, but ya better not follow yet. I need to ask little help from Demolishor, before telling what is going on.", hume grinned, before starting walking again. Hot Shot didn't know what to do, so all he was able to do, was to comm link to his comrades when Conor had disappeared inside the city.

::"Optimus, I found Conor... could you inform to everyone, that he should not be stopped now, he's going to Demolishor. Trust me, he needs to talk with him now, something had happened."::
::"Talk with Demolishor? Hot Shot, what happened there?"::
::"Trust me Optimus, you don't want to hear it from me. Don't worry, Conor will keep his words. He'll tell us when time is right."::

Little later, the Front Gate

Demolishor had turned around, he just had been comm linked that Conor was looking for him. What would be better place to look for Demolishor than his own out post? Decepticon stood there, waiting for his companion - he didn't want to say friend - to show up.

"Why are ya lookin' at the door? Havent'cha learned that when I drop to see yah, I really DROP to see yah?", voice, above. Demolishor rised his head, meeting Conors eyes. Kid had already climbed up, and looked down from the window, before climbing outside, looking then back down. Demolishor screatched his hand, so that Conor would jump down to it, and brunet grinned.

"Okay big guy, maybe I leave dropping little less.", he then said, before jumping on Demolishors hand, who then raised kid to his shoulder again. Conor wrapped his other hand around one of Demolishors cannons again, and sat down, catching some sunrays.

"Man, it's so warm... Being locked up in that stinky small room wasn't actually nice experience!", he laughed little. Demolishor felt himself almost to smile, and Conor grinned again, giving small pat on his big companions helm.

"What'cha laughing at there?", he then asked, making Demolishor shake his head a little.

"You really are weird humanbeing. And I missed it."

"You... missed me?", Conor asked, eyes little widened, and then suddenly, he smiled. Not that smirk or grin like he had always done so far, but a warm, shy smile, that hidden side of him.

"Thanks Demmy.", he said, leaning on Decepticons helm briefly. Demolishor wasn't so happy about this though, or if he was, he didn't show it.

"Hey hey hey, I think that's enough of the smoochy stuff there."

"Haha, sorry there big guy.", Conor laughed out loud, before letting go, and turning little, so he could jump down from Demolishors shoulder.

"Hey... I have to show you something...", he said, with small sad smile on his face. "It's something that only few people know.", he continued, and kneeled down, doing something to his legs. Pulling his trousers up, still covering what there was with his body though. He rised his head a little.

"Demolishor... I... My father... he... When he found out that I had runned away from home to join underground gang... That guy... cutted my legs off.", Conor started, and standed up, showing his legs now by pulling his trouser leg up enough. Instead of flesh and skin and bones, there was shining metal.

"He didn't get to his rank for nothing. I was his first test subject."

Dundunduu, plot twist! Well now you know why he hates his father. Next time will be a flashback about Conors past!