Disclaimer: Don't own anyone, cept for myself and Spyshot. Rissa owns herself.
Warnings: angst, cursing.
Note: This might be the last update for the next few weeks since I'm gonna be really busy.
Sideswipe returned to the ARK a few hours later, his optics dull. 'How am I suppose to explain this to everyone?' He wondered as he headed to the Medbay. He knew everyone would probably be in there. Taking a deep breath, he allowed himself to enter the Medbay, his usual grin replaced with a frown. Ratchet was sitting on one of the medical tables, Marissa and Sabrina on either side of him. Spyshot beeped, causing everyone to stare at the red warrior.
"Sides!" Sabrina cried, happy that her guardian had returned safe. Ratchet noticed the tense air, his optics changing slightly.
"What happened...?" He asked. Sideswipe walked into the room more, shaking his head.
"He's not coming back." The statement was quiet, yet everyone had heard. The room had become tense. Ratchet sighed sadly, bringing a hand up to his face.
"Stupid.." He muttered. Sabrina frowned, pulling her knees up to her chest. Spyshot sat on her knee, patting her slightly, beeping in comfort.
"It's my fault." Sabrina muttered, placing her head down. Marissa leaned against Ratchet.
"It's no one's fault. He wanted this." Sideswipe put his head in his hands.
"He was crying. He told me to tell his brother he was sorry...that he did this to protect him.." Everyone was watching Sides now. "What am I gonna tell Jazz...?"
Jazz was mad. Not just mad. Furious. His brother didn't answer his comlink at all. It was so unlike Prowl to do. Maybe he was just busy? Frustrated, Jazz got up and left his quarters, intended on finding Prowl.
"Jazz!" Jazz turned to see Sideswipe racing down the hall. "Can you come to the medbay for a second?" Jazz's face flashed with horror.
"What happened to Prowler? He alright?" He asked, following Sideswipe to the Medbay. When Jazz entered, he tensed. "Prowler's...not here, is he?"
"I'm sorry, Jazz...he told me to tell you he did it to protect you." Sideswipe replied quietly. Jazz frowned, turning to Sides.
"What...did he do?" He asked, whispering. Ratchet led the two teens out of the room. He didn't want them to witness Jazz in a bad mood.
"He...he joined the Decepticons." Sideswipe replied. "I'm sorry." Jazz's visor flashed red. Sideswipe ducked, a tray barely missing his head as he hid under one of the medbay tables. Ratchet came in shortly after, a sedative in his hand. Jazz thrashed, almost round housing the medic as he was tackled to the floor. With one swift motion, the needle was in Jazz's main power line, causing him to fall into statis. "I think that went well!" Ratchet took out his favorite wrench, optics glowing red as it collided with the twins head...
Prowl was not enjoying his time in the Decepticons base. He was hurt severly almost everyday, up to the point of where he couldnt even walk. Glancing around his new quarters, Prowl limped to the washracks, hoping that a good clean off would help ease his processor. Rubbing his temples, Prowl activated the shower head, letting the warm water drift through the wounds. "It'll all be worth it in the end, Prowler." He muttered, using the nickname his brother had often called him. Prowl sighed sadly as he remembered his brother. "Primus why did I leave?" He suddenly cried, leaning against the wall. His battle computer was taken out by Hook, which made all emotions he was repressing return. Struggling to compose the now overflowing emotions, Prowl left the wash racks, intend on recharging the pain away.
"Barricade report to my office immediatly." Prowl groaned. 'Just what I needed..'
*Gets bricked* I've been busy! Oh, and no updates next week cause I have my sweet 16! :D
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