Oh, boy, I'm feeling great after that break from writing. Now here's one of the last chaps in 'Mirror, Mirror'. Yes, it's very short. XD And sorry it's late. I was busy.


It seemed that Steelscale was taking Turret a little more seriously now.

He actually started what she assumed was a conversation with her. However, it started with him saying, "What's up with you?" in a way she could only assume was with concern. Oh, well. At least he stopped acting like a prick…most of the time.

Quakeshot and Shift watched them argue from their hanger door. "Ah, love. Why the hell do you disguise yourself as hatred so much?" Shift asked in a semi-dreamy voice. "And why does Cubot always make enemies fall for each other? Freakin' little slagger." Muttered Quakeshot. "You know, Shift, his mother is going to come after him…and rip poor Turret's spark out." The grey and red femme shook her head. "Well, are we going to let that happen?" Shift asked quietly.

The two femmes exchanged glances. They then realized history DID repeat itself. If Steelscale left, Turret would be nothing but a mess the rest of her sorry life, always having to fight him. She would be hardened, she would be cold, she would be…

"Exactly like us." Both said at the same time, both horrified.

They had to stop the Autobots at all costs.

-

Elita wasn't finished with Sunny and Sides yet. Oh no, far from it.

She had taken it upon herself to make their lives miserable at every turn. Until Steelscale was returned, they would suffer as she had. Although they would suffer at the hands of Ironhide and Ratchet.

For example, the Weapons Specialist made them polish a Transformer sized bazooka type weapon…only to have Ratchet use them for target practice, using the weapon they just polished for two hours.

Ironic justice at it's finest, my friends.

But even as she punished the twins, she had managed to convince Optimus to plan a mission to retrieve Steelscale from the Decepticons. A basic 'Storm the fortress' plan would work well, as the Twins had shot the security system a few nights ago…when hey could have gotten Steelscale.

-

A few nights and much planning later…

"ATTACK! WE'RE UNDER ATTACK!"

The alarm was screeched out in the dead of night. Megatron immediately leapt to his feet, ready to fight. "Prime!" he snarled viciously, as he cornered his brother. "This is between us!" the red and blue mech bellowed at the advancing Ironhide and Ratchet. "Fight someone else!"

Amid all the chaos, one mech carved his way towards Elita using his energy sword.

-

"Chargepulse! Thank Primus you're here!" she shouted over the roar of battle.

"I found out where Steelscale is being held. We don't have much time to get there. Follow me!" Grabbing the femme by the arm, he pulled her away from the battle towards the main corridor.

-

Turret was recharging peacefully in her recharge bed. Starscream had come by earlier and literally dumped Steelscale inside, telling him to stay here. He also warned Turret that if anything bad happened to him, she was in SO MUCH TROUBLE.

Empty threat.

She knew he wasn't allowed to touch her or even get near her. Shift and Quakeshot would never allow it…The sudden sound of footsteps in the corridor woke her up. Steelscale, who had been dozing on the floor, perked up at the sound. The Decepticon femme dived behind her bed just in time. Two Autobots had come in.

-

"Mom!"

"Steelscale! Are you alright? Did they hurt you?" Elita embraced her youngling tightly. The mech squirmed in his mother's grasp. "Wah, get off, mom! I'm ok! Really! Uncle Megatron taught me to talk right."

"'Uncle Megatron'?" Elita said questioningly, before remembering that Megatron was indeed Optimus' brother, thus Steelscale's uncle. "Oh."

"Uh, Elita? Think you could catch up with yon son later? The Decepticons are coming!" The electric blue mech said in an urgent voice. "Oh, right." She said distractedly. "I've already contacted Optimus about it. They've set up a guard in the hallway…No, I'm pretty sure you can't fight while holding Steelscale." He said, stopping her protests then and there. "Now go! I'll hold any Decepticons coming through here off."

-

As soon as Elita left, his disposition changed like a flash of lightning. "Well, now, I do believe there's a witness to what just happened in this room." Energy sword crackling, he remarked casually, "Better find them and silence them. Just in case."

-

Barricade was assessing the damage done to the base (and by those Lambos with their PB and J guns) when he realized that Turret was nowhere to be found.

Dashing to her room, he nearly kicked the door down in his rush. He actually crashed right through it, but now's not the time to discuss humor.

A faint whimper caught his attention. Dashing to it's source, he found Turret…but not in the way he wanted to.

-

She was curled up, most likely in pain, and her right arm was badly mangled with energon dripping from it and it was literally dangling by a few measly wires. But that wasn't the worst of it. When he tried to pick her up, she squeaked in fear and squirmed in Barricade's hands. "Turret, it's ok. It's me, Barricade." He said soothingly, stroking the back of her helmet. "Cade?" she replied hoarsely and stopped squirming. "Oh…didn't see you."

"What are you talking about? I'm right in front of you." He said skeptically. The femme unshuttered her optics…and they were no longer the pinkish red they were before. No, they were blank and dull. She was good as blind.

Barricade looked sickened at her optics, as he noted the slashes around that area. Whoever had attacked her blinded her as well. "Autobots…came in…took Steelscale…and one attacked me…" muttered Turret, shuttering her optics again. "Is…Screamer mad at me? Said if anything bad happened…I was in trouble."

"No, you aren't in trouble." He said, voice soothing once again. "I bet you were braver then Screamer ever could hope to be today." "Really?" "Yes, really. Now let's get you to Shift so she can fix you up."


Awww. Turret got hurt! Chargepulse, you play too much Bioshock, you know that?

Chargepulse: I have my own things to do, mate.