YEAH TOAST!

XD Sorry, slight spark of insanity. Anyway, I'm sorry about the slow uploading, yadda yadda yadda you've heard it all before. Tis just I'm in uni land now so it's hard to have time to write these when you gotta get through several 1,500 word essays all the time. And a 20,000 word one coming up soon. All for Study Skills because I'm doing Photography and the blessing of doing such a creative act is there is no exams or essays.

Anyway, apologies for that and apologies for any OOCness, like always just point it out to me and I'll do my best to correct the mistake and try and get said person back into character. I tried to keep my OC Firestorm out of these as much as possible now, seeing as I think people only read these because they have G1ners in . Then again I've been wrong before.

Oh and when I say just point it out to me, I don't mean spam my inbox with troll-like comments like 'OMG U SUK U MADE PROWL OUT OF CHARACTAR U SUK LOL U SHUD KILL URESELF' ¬¬

I don't think theres a need for Disclaimers, theres one on every frickin page up to now, so I obviously don't own them except this version of an OC named Firestorm. Said because I know there are a ton of OCs named Firestorm.

"Megatron sir! Autobots have invaded the base!"

The grey tyrant growled as his flying second in command soared overhead, squealing in his obnoxiously loud vocals about recent happenings that he already knew about. He glared as he spared a glance at the base, seeing the gaping hole, the offline seekers and other cons nearby, the bots defensively stanced around the entrance. His CPU whirred as he came to only one decision, his glare turning to a smirk as he opened a private communication link between himself and his monotone telepath.

-Soundwave, send the order-

-Lord Megatron, what about-

-I have told you before and I will tell you again Soundwave, he is my property and I may do what I want with him now send it!-

-…At once, lord Megatron-

Footsteps echoed through the dull and dismal halls, silence hugging the walls between the three frames as they continued further and further into the unnerving structure. Prowl led his fellow Autobots as they walked through the halls, a tracker in one hand as he looked for energy signatures that were unread by the device. He'd used it to track Decepticons for vorns, almost every single con had been registered into the system, so he was looking for the one anomaly which would be their prize.

"Guys…"

The SIC stopped in his tracks from the faint noise, the trainee medic stopping quickly behind him as they hugged the wall, waiting for the signal to continue moving. Dimmed blue optics watched the Decepticons run past, grinning from optic to optic as they laughed and headed for the entrance. What they were running from he didn't know… or want to find out.

"Clear"

The whisper made his intakes slow a little from relief as both Prowl and First Aid continued on. Mirage was a few metres ahead, scoping the hallways to come to avoid any ambushes. It wasn't one of the tacticians best plans going in with only a medic and a spy for cover, but they needed the mechs on the battlefield, not running around the opponents base looking for the same goal.

A blip on the radar brought the Datsuns attention back to it, Prowl slowing down and stopping to try and relocate it again. As he turned to the left, it blipped again, weak but he was able to lock it's position. The SICs optics paled a little when he realised where the signal was coming from. It was a place no one ever wanted to venture…

-What is it?-

-I've gotten a signal… it's coming from Megatrons private quarters-

There was silence on the comms for a brief moment, Prowls doorwings twitching in time to tell him that First Aid had shuddered. The tiny movement was easily picked up by the sensors although it was hardly visible.

-You can remain outside if you are worried First Aid-

The private message caught the medic off guard, his visor brightening as he turned to his higher ranked friend and shook his helm.

-I'm going; I promised Firestorm I'd protect him-

-As did we all. Let's move out, the faster we get him out of here the better-

There was nods all around as the three turned, the still cloaked Mirage leading as they descended deeper into dangerous territory, optics and sensors on full, watching and waiting for any movement or enemies to try and stop them.

Footsteps… w-why they coming back? The shooting no stopped yet… n-need to…

Weak coughing caught the medics attention as they neared the door, his peds almost speeding up into a run as they veered closer and closer.

I-it hurts… w-want… mama…

"Get it open"

Mirage worked as quickly as he could, but it felt like an eternity was passing as the two stood tensed outside, keeping point in case and passing cons spotted their energy signatures.

The footsteps… no hear them… no more… i-it too cold…

"Got it!"

The shout made the medic jump as he quickly headed over, Prowl following behind as they all invaded the premises, weapons drawn and poised, ready to attack if need be.

N-noise… mama?

"Primus almighty…"

Mirage winced as his tanks churned, the energon ration he'd had earlier threatening to come back up as they looked around. The place stank of rotting oil and curdled energon, the walls splattered with life fluids which ranged from the door all the way to the berth on the far side of the room. Most of the energon was around it, smeared and mixed with oil in the dingy room, faded stains on the berth legs where they had been cleaned before but not made spotless.

No one moved or spoke, too tense to in case they found what each of them were thinking. The place wreaked of death, torture and fear, just looking around had sent a shiver up each of their spinal units. It wasn't until a quiet noise caught their attention that they came out of their rock-like stance.

"…Firestorm?"

First Aid was the first to speak, mentally cursing for how quiet and weak his voice sounded. He slowly made his way towards the noise, the quiet clinking of chains from under the tyrants berth making him tense even more, his visor lighting up as strained intakes met with the noise the closer he got.

G…g-gentle… spark…?

"Be careful First Aid, we don't know what's living in here"

Prowl kept an optic on the door, mostly because he didn't want to keep looking at the room. He felt almost faint seeing the state of it, but his battle computer was preventing him from offlining, reminding him that he was still in heavy Decepticon territory.

The shout from First Aid took both the spy and the tactician off guard, Mirage running over to grab and remove the trap that had gripped onto the young medics arm, metal teeth sinking in as he tried to get better grip and bite his whole arm off.

T-the monster! I-it hurting gentle spark!

A flick of flame took them both off guard as the thing screeched, letting go of it's prey and sinking back into the blackness under the tormenters berth. First Aid gasped quietly as he carefully reached in, a series of strained coughs and hitching systems making him dare the stunt, before he felt a weak hand try and grip his own.

"Storm…."

"G-gen-tle… s-spark…"

First Aid trembled as he pulled the wounded and dying sparkling out of the shadows, gasping quietly at the rusting holes and dry energon stains that covered him. His optics were barely lit, full of pain and terror, dry tears on his faceplates making it rough and dark. Thick chains were around the child's wrists and ankles, forcing them together in a difficult, almost submissive position. One of the chains spouted off, securing the child in his permanent position to the bed. The medic unspaced a blanket, carefully wrapping the little red mech up, before unspacing a laser scalpel and starting to cut the chain.

"I-I'll have you out soon Storm…"

Y-you came… y-y-you all did…

"We need to move!"

Prowl turned as alarms sounded, the monotone of an automated self destruct sequence activating booming through the speakers, alerting the three. First Aid pulled the rest of the chain away, standing and holding Firestorm close, he wasn't going to loose him again.

"We'll never get to the cells in time!"

"Call Ironhide, get him to make us a hole at the end of the maintenance hall"

Mirage nodded, hanging back a little and letting the other two run out before following, making the call and trying his best to keep his optics off the small helm First Aid was resting against his shoulder, the small helm that he'd seen only a week ago bursting with energy…

"Mirage hurry up!"

The blue and white mech looked up, the others had already made it up the stairs. There was a deafening bang as the base shook, marking their exit as the whole structure trembled, the sound of generators exploding filling his audios as he ran towards the hole, closer and closer, the shouts and yells of his comrades as he stumbled, the pain and his own scream as the building exploded outwards, taking him with it.

He felt like he was falling, then his CPU corrected him that he was. He could see the debris, but the sound of his friends was getting weaker, his vision flickering, before relighting momentarily as he collided with the ground, debris raining down like meteors from space. He could hear things now, it was dulled, like someone had stuffed cloths into his audios, but he could hear the sounds of his friends, the blurred faceplates of the CMO entering his vision as he tried to stay online. He was saying things, but what the spy couldn't make out, the pain was too unbearable as it finally won and pulled him offline, his final thought before he blacked out was if the others made it out or not...