A/N: I AM SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SORRY! I've had this written, and I never updated it! :,( My bad...
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Autobot Trapjaw: I have never heard of the term Brain-child before. XD It makes me giggle though. XD Hot Rod didn't mean to! He just got upset!
Autobotschic: Black is technically the absence of color, bro. XD I like it too though. Black and Red is the best mixture ever. My walls are black, and I had to sponge red paint over it it looks like sombebody just splattered blood everywhere. XD Covenant forgives you. XD
Marshall sat on the floor behind the energon bars of his cell. His knees pulled up agianst his chest and his helm resting on this knees. He didn't mean to upset Hot Rod, and truthfully it kind of hurt his spark to think about it.
A sigh sounded from the cell across from his. Covenant was in there. Marshall didn't mean to get her in trouble either. "Covenant, I'm sorry."
"For what? I punched Hot Rod cause I wanted to. No other reason." Covenant leaned her helm back against the cell's wall. "You're the one that shouldn't be here. You shouldn't have told Prowl you started it. Bolts for brains started it."
"Shut up, Covenant. At least I can feel guilt."
Covenant ignored the orange and red mech's words.
Marshall groaned as the brig was filled with silence again. He wasn't one for silence. The Med-bay always had some sort of sound, it was comforting to him. "Covenant, do you really not have a dream? I mean everybody has a dream, right?" The brig remained silent for a while.
"Covenant is nothing but a spark eater. Her only dream is to watch the universe fall." Hot Rod growled.
"That's not true." Marshall mumbled.
"No, it's true." Covenant replied. "My only dream is to watch the universe fall."
Marshall stood up and walked over to his cell's energon bars. "But why? The universe is full of awesome stuff, like music! I love music! Oh, and Video games!"
Covenant huffed from her cell. "The universe is full of 'awesome stuff', sure, but it's cruel. It's awful. It deserves to die."
Marshall frowned. "But..." Marshall sighed. "The Universe is... I don't understand why you want it gone."
"What it gives, it takes away. Right, Hot Rod." Covenant glared over to the mech's cell.
Hot Rod growled. "Shut up! Don't you dare mention her! Don't even bring it up! You act like you understand everything! You think you're above every single one of us, but you're not yo-"
"I'm not better than dirt!" Covenant glared. "Right?"
Marshall backed up further inside his cell. He ignored the two as Hot Rod screamed at Covenant, and Covenant shot her own quiet responses.
"ENOUGH!"
Marshall jumped at the voice that echoed through the brig. The black green and gold femme walked down the stairs, and glared at the two.
"What is wrong with you two?" Shadow Stalker shook her helm. "Hot Rod, calm your fragging aft. Covenant, stop edging this slag on." Shadow Stalker walked up to Marshall's cell and powered down the energon bars. "Prowl wants to talk to you."
Marshall nodded as he quickly scurried out of the cell, leaving Shadow Stalker with the remaining two. "I'm the one who is supposed to be sent to the brig for fighting Allies, not you two."
Covenant and Hot Rod remained silent as Shadow Stalker paced in front of the two side by side cells. She paused in front of Hot Rod's cell. "I can't believe you. I know you're going through stuff, but attacking Marshall like that was uncalled for! Do you understand me?"
"Yes."
Shadow Stalker moved on to Covenant. "Does this have something to do with what we spoke about this morning. You know, T-"
"SHUT UP!" Covenant was standing in an instant. "It has nothing to do with that! Nothing at all! Marshall and I were getting aquanted this morning, and after I left, Hot Rod started a fight with Marshall! I was defending him! Nothing to do with anything. May I go now?"
Shadow Stalker shook her helm. "No, but Hot Rod can." Shadow Stalker hit the control panel,and Hot Rod's cell opened, letting him walk free. "I still have to talk to you. Get out, Hot Rod."
Hot Rod slowly walked out of the room, nothing but a loud bang signalled his exit.
Shadow Stalker turned back to Covenant. "Marshall can protect himself."
"He didn't deserve to get punched. How about you tell me why Hot Rod doesn't know that Trapjaw's spark's core is in Marshall's body?"
"He doesn't need to." Shadow Stalker glared. "Just like you didn't need to know."
"And Marshall doesn't need to know?"
"Since when did you decide Marshall is the greatest bot in the universe?"
"Marshall is not the greatest bot in the universe. The greatest bot in the universe is offline!" Covenant glared. "I just feel he has a right to know why so many bots look at him like he's some sort of monster!"
"They do not!" Shadow Stalker yelled.
"I watch them, Shadow Stalker. They stare at him like they do at me. Like he's something disgusting."
Shadow Stalker sighed. "He'll only get hurt by telling him."
"If you or Ratchet or somebody doesn't tell him, I will. I have no problem with the mech hating me." Covenant stood up, and kicked the wall of the cell. The energon bars powered down, and she walked right past Shadow Stalker. "I'm going off base."
"No, you're not."
"You certainly can't keep me here." Covenant retorted as she walked out of the brig.
Shadow Stalker sighed. "I hate having to be mature all the slagging time."
Ratchet sighed as Shadow Stalker walked into his Med bay. "I'm slagging fixing a fragging thing on your frame."
"I'm not here to be fixed."
"Then what the frag do you want from me?" Ratchet glared back at the femme from his chair at his desk.
"Covenant wants you to tell Marshall about his spark's Core."
Ratchet frowned. "Why?"
"She says that he deserves to know why people stare at him like a monster." Shadow Stalker slid herself onto a berth. "I don't agree, but she she said if you don't do it, then she will."
"Are you sure you weren't mentioned in there anywhere?" Ratchet glared.
"I was, but I'm not slagging doing it!"
Ratchet sighed. "He's going to find out sooner or later. Whether its from us, or Ironhide not being able to keep his slagging mouth shut. I'll see about it."
Shadow Stalker nodded. "That's all I ask."
OG
Marshall stood in front of the second in command of the Autobot armed forces. He felt nervous. "Marshall, I simply wish for you to explain what happened."
"Me and Hot Rod were arguing." Marshall shifted his pedes under his weight.
"About?"
"Covenant."
Prowl sighed. "What about Covenant upset the two of you? Did she do something?"
"Covenant? No! She's really nice! I- uh- I wanted to be her friend, but Hot Rod was talking bad about her. He said it was her fault that some of his friends weren't with him anymore, and I said that it was because he ran them off."
"And what happened after that?"
"He was going to punch me, but Covenant caught his fist in an awesome kind of move thing! I was cool you shou-" Marshall stopped as Prowl gave him a 'Don't get distracted' look. "Sorry. Anyways, they said some things, and then it went kind of silent, and Covenant punched Hot Rod, and well you know, they started fighting, then you showed up."
"I see." Prowl stood up from his desk. "You may go. Ratchet wishes to speak with you."
Marshall frowned. "He's not... upset... is he?"
Prowl looked stared at Marshall with a perplexed look. "I could not tell. Why?"
"I've seen him upset."
"Ah." Prowl nodded. "I promise his punishment for you will be swift."
Marshall frowned. He couldn't tell if the mech was messing with him or not. "Ye-yes, Sir." He slowly walked out of Prowl's office. He took small slow steps as he walked towards med bay. Ratchet was so going to be mad at him.
Marshall peeked into the Med bay, and slowly stepped in. He looked around and sighed when he didn't spot Ratchet.
"Sit your aft down."
Marshall jumped, and quickly sprinted to the nearest berth. Ratchet stood behind him a frown on his face, and a data pad held securely in his servo. "Ratchet, I didn't-"
"Whatever. Look at this and tell me if you recognize the femme?" He held the data pad out for Marshall to take.
Marshall grabbed the data pad, and stared at the femme that was staring back at him. Her blue optics glew with happiness, and her white frame shined with what looked like freshly applied wax. "She's really pretty."
"Do you recognize her?"
"Sorta. I've never seen her before though." Marshall continued staring at the picture. "She looks really happy. Do you know her?"
Ratchet ripped the data pad out of Marshall's servos. "I did." He turned the data pad off, and threw it to the side. "She offlined before you were brought online."
"So I don't recognize her? I feel like I do though." Marshall frowned as he fiddled with his servos. "I jus-"
"It's possible you do recognize her."
"But how?" Marshall frowned. "I've never met her!"
"Her designation is Trapjaw." Ratchet watched as Marshall's optics lit up.
"I know that name! I had a dream and Shadow Stalker was in it. Optimus Prime was in it, and you were too. You all kept calling me Trapjaw though. I didn't really understand."
"It was a memory." Ratchet held up his servo before Marshall could start asking questions. "Trapjaw was plauged with a rare disease, Fracaso. It's where the frame starts to white out, littrally, slowly the programming begins to be wiped out. She would have forgot who she was. Who everybody was. She wouldn't be able to remember how to move, or talk. Slowly her parts would forget how to work. There wouldn't have been anything wrong with them though. It's pretty much a glitch, more than it is a virus.
"Things she didn't want to forget would be saved in her sparks core. That would be the last thing to stop working. You have her spark's core. She donated all her parts and pieces that could be recycled after she offlined. You remember things like that because she saved them there. There is no wiping a spark's core." Ratchet finished.
"So, Everything I like and love, are because Trapjaw saved that she likes and loves them?" Marshall's face scrunched up in confusion. "My whole personality is because of me?"
"No." Ratchet answered. "Persoanality is in the processor's it develops with time. Those things that are saved in your spark's core, are all just influences."
Marshall's helm began to throb. "I don't get it! I decided on the name Marshall, because I love him, but it's not me hat loves him! It's that Trapjaw!"
"Marshall,-"
"I hate Trapjaw!" Marshall quickly jumped off the berth, and ran out of the room.
Ratchet sighed. ::Ratchet to Shadow Stalker::
::What?::
::I told him and he ran off::