Author's Notes: Everyone knows who the 'mysterious transformer in the principal's office' is, except for Hot Shot. He's always being left out. Well, he'll find out who the mystery transformer's identity eventually.
Hot Shot's Childhood
Part 11
I Won't Abandon You
By: DarkAnimus
ComCom listened to Hot Shot's tale intently and placed his hand on the yellow shoulder when the other bot was finished. "I'm sorry..." he managed to say. "For what?" Hot Shot asked weakly. "It wouldn't do for me to dwell in false hope. Better that I know that it's hopeless."
ComCom let out a heavy sigh. This broken and scared boy infront of him made his spark ache. It was a tearing pain unlike anything he had ever felt, the same way the sight before him was something he had never seen.
Not knowing what else to do, ComCom wrapped his arms around his friend's shoulders and held him tightly. They had both experienced too much pain that day. Far more than anyone their age should experience.
"Please, Hot Shot", ComCom whispered softly. "You will get through this. We will get through this. I'm here, helping you." Hot Shot's own arms came up to hold ComCom back. "Thanks", came the faint voice. ComCom was not sure how he could help Hot Shot or even if he could help him at all, but Hot Shot needed someone now and ComCom saw it as his duty to support him. Just like Hot Shot would do for him.
"He makes me forget things..." Hot Shot mumbled quietly. "What kind of things?" "People. Their faces, voices, everything. I've forgotten more people than just this 'Blurr' you and Sparky talked about."
ComCom bit his lip. There was nothing that could be done about lost memories. Hot Shot most likely knew this, considering his broken voice.
"What if..." Hot Shot started talking again, drawing ComCom's attention back from his ponderings. "What if one day I wake up here and don't recognize you or Sparky? What if I forget you both?"
ComCom thought about that. It was awful to forget people you knew you've met, but to forget people you've shared your secrets with? To forget people who knew you better than anyone else? Who you used to know? ComCom could not imagine what kind of feelings something like that woke in Hot Shot, except for cold, hard fear.
"You won't forget us", ComCom tried assuring Hot Shot. "You've known us for so long that you couldn't just wake up and not know us. And besides..." ComCom pulled back to look into Hot Shot's optics. "...even if you did forget us, me and Sparky would become your friends all over again. We will never abandon you, Hot Shot. I'm certain that Sparky agrees with me on this."
Hot Shot let out a faint chuckle. "For once, you mean?" ComCom smiled brightly at the yellow bot. "Yeah! That's the one thing we agree on!"
Hot Shot smiled at ComCom even through his energon tears. "Thank you", he said to his blue friend. ComCom's optics flashed a brighter shade of pink. "Anytime", the blue transformer said. "If you ever feel alone, just remember that me and Sparky are always here."
1.
Sparky stormed through the school hallways, not really certain of where he was going. No way he was going to the library to study. That was something ComCom would do, and Sparky wanted to avoid everything that had anything to do with the blue transformer.
Sparky almost did not notice the large transformer walking past him. He was colored red and blue and wore a silver faceplate. When the larger bot had passed Sparky, it took the black transformer two seconds before he whirled around to stare after the bot.
Sparky's optics were wide in suprise and his body had stopped moving. His mouth gaped open until the blue bot disappeared around a corner.
"W-was that..." Sparky shook his head. "Of course not! What would he be doing here? Absolutely nothing!" With a sigh Sparky rubbed his head. "I must be malfunctioning...or then I've got a virus somewhere..."
Sparky sighed again. "I guess I could head back to the room now...ComCom should have calmed down by now..." And if the blue bot was still fuming, he would probably take pity on the tired Sparky who had started seeing things. No, he would most certaintly not tell ComCom what he had just thought he had seen. The little geek would only laugh at him and make his growing headache worse.
2.
"It's very unusual for one spark box to hold two sparks..." ComCom muttered. Hot Shot only shrugged. "I wouldn't know about that. I heven't exactly payed much attention in repairs class." "A very big mistake..." ComCom growled. "Sometimes I wonder how you managed to pass that class at all, not to mention with a good grade."
Hot Shot did not reply for a while. After a moment he just shrugged. "Me too." ComCom let out a heavy sigh. "You're helpless."
ComCom's face soon darkened. "You think I could have a look at it?" "At what?" "What do you think? Your spark box of course!" "Oh! Sure, go ahead..."
Hot Shot and ComCom both sat down on their knees so that ComCom was almost eye-level with Hot Shot's chest plate. ComCom easily klicked the locks open and pulled the outer shell open to reveal Hot Shot's inner armor plates. The second locks took a longer time to open but finally ComCom managed to reveal the spark box underneath the plates.
ComCom eyed the locks on the spark box. They were very advanced and probably a pretty recent model since ComCom had never seen anything like them before. They were very similar with the lock model 798B but that was a very expensive locking system. The one on Hot Shot's spark box seemed even more advanced.
"Man, your parents must have been some pretty important people..." ComCom mumbled to himself. "What do you mean?" "This isn't just any locking system. This is probably the most advanced system on the whole Cybertron." "Wow... Not that it really matters. I don't really remember them..." "Well, they gave you a pretty decent legacy. This spark box isn't easily penetrated."
ComCom looked up for a moment to see Hot Shot frown slightly. "Did I say something wrong?" he asked. Hot Shot shook his head. "No", he answered. "I just wondered what my parents were like. If they were really as great as you say..." "Well, if they had as nice of a son as you, I bet they were!" Hot Shot smiled at ComCom again. "Thanks." "Hey, I'm only telling what I think."
ComCom turned his attention back on the locks on Hot Shot's spark box. "Can you open it?" Hot Shot asked. ComCom bit his lip. "Not sure..." he muttered while running his fingers down the different bumps on the metal. The whole box surface seemed to be made of bumps. It was a very effective way to hide opening mechanisms.
Hot Shot let out a sigh. "How long is this going to take?" "We'll see..."
3.
Sparky walked over to the door of the room he shared with his two friends. He inserted the opening code into the lock and waited for the system to react. He wondered if ComCom was still in the room and if he was, was Hot Shot with him. Hot Shot would surely make sure they did not start another argument.
"Is anyone here?" Sparky yelled only a few seconds before the door opened. Sparky did not notice when Hot Shot's hands shot up immediately to cover his unprotected and open chest. "Hey!" ComCom shouted out, not happy with being interrupted.
Sparky finally noticed the state his friends were in. "Am I...interrupting something?" he asked, sounding utterly confused. ComCom turned to glare at him. "Yes", he growled. "Shut the door already!" Hot Shot bellowed, clearly distraught. "Oh, right", Sparky said and closed the door while stepping completely inside. "So...whatcha doing?"
ComCom tried to prive Hot Shot's hands off his chest. When the door closed with a click, Hot Shot lowered his hands voluntarily. ComCom started to study the locks on Hot Shot's spark box. He did not bother to answer Sparky's question.
"Hey! Don't ignore me!" Sparky yelled. "What are you doing?" "Research", was ComCom's reply. "On what? How the type of a person's spark box affects their personality?" "That's been done countless of times already", ComCom said. "Why would I do something that didn't hold any challenge?"
ComCom let out a frustrated sigh and leaned back, away from Hot Shot. "I swear", the blue bot muttered. "I've never even heard of this secure locks." He gave Hot Shot's chest a poke. "Makes one think you don't trust those around you." "Please, ComCom", Hot Shot groaned. "I'm in no mood for spark box psychology!"
To be continued...
Ending Notes: I'm going to be taking this story back to the less depressing mood, I'm pretty sure you noticed this from the chapter.