It was nearly three cycles before Red Alert was moved out of the intensive care unit. The freezing had been horrible to many of his internal systems, and Ratchet worked steadily on Red Alert, keeping a close optic on the monitors. At the slightest motion of trouble, he'd haul in First Aid to fix whoever was there, and move to Red Alerts room.

Ratchet also had the twins inside of the room whenever possible, hoping the triplets bond would stabelize Red Alert and help him to heal a little faster. The twins were rather vocal, but didn't put up any actual argument, to a bit of Ratchets surprise. He was still thinking them as loyal to none but each other and Prime, but with Red Alert and Prowl thrown into the mix…

Ratchet smirked as he remembered Prowl. Within breems of being rebooted, Prowl had literally gone after Jazz, dragging the smooth-talking mech towards an empty room, where neither of them emerged for several orns, both looking much more relaxed and satisfied.

Red Alert twitched on the berth, groaning softly as he dreamed-

0o0o0o0o0o0

His mother smoiled as she looked at Red Alert proudly. "You did well Red Alert. I'm glad that you managed to get into the school that you wanted."

Red Alert smiled back, and she subspaced a package. "For you."

Red Alert took it, optics shining. "The twins actually chipped together to buy it for you, as an apology for missing today."

.:Really?:.

.:Red Alert! Mom give you the present?:.

.:Yeah, but she said it was from you two-:.

.:Slag! We asked her not to say that.:. Two grumbles sounded across Red Alerts bond, making Red Alert giggle inwardly. His father appeared, standing in the doorway of the room. Energon trickled down from a cut on his forhead. "Quick, you two need too-"

He was cut off as the sound of a cannon filled the room, and a scream rent the air. Red Alert looked up, optics wide and terrified. His father lay on the ground, his back nothing more then a hole, the wires exposed to the air sparking. "F-father!" Red Alert screamed, just as his mother shouted "Snapwire!"

A cruel laugh filled the room, and a mech, painted completely white except for an odd symbol on his arm stepped into the room. His mother instinctvly moved in front of Red Alert, snapping, "What are you doing here?"

.:SIDESWIPE! SUNSTREAKER! COME QUICK! DAD'S-:. Red Alert couldn't bring himself to say the last word. "D-Dad..." he whimpered, backing up in horror.

The white mech stared at his mother, and said softly, "Are you Quicklight, mother of the gltich?"

Red Alert flinched, as Quicklights optics narrowed. "My sons name is Red Alert. And it isn't nice to call him a gli-"

"That's all we needed to know." Came back the winter cold reply. "die."

Red Alert screamed in horror as the sound of a cannon filled the room. He dropped to his knees, and Quicklights optics attempted to focus on him. "R-Red Alert?"

"M-Mom, please, don't die. You can't die. No, no nonononononono-"

Quicklight grabbed Red Alerts hand weakly. "Run. Get away-"

"I can't abandon-"

"RED ALERT! NOW!" Quicklight said in her best mother voice.

Red Alert flinched, and she jerked as her systems failed, one by one. Red Alert sobbed as her spark faded, her connection with her sparklings being cut off. Across the bond, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker wailed, feeling the two bonds connecting them to their creators being cut. Red Alert sobbed, and rocked back and forth over his mother, begging for it not to be true. He didn't know whom he was begging, but please-

There was the sound of a weapon being cocked, and Red Alert looked up, horns streaking a brilliant blue. "Red Alert, as a glitch and as a mar upon all of Cybertorn-DIE!"

Red Alert screamed in fury, throwing himself at the mech, just as he fired. Screaming, he clawed at the mechs face, managing to pull a major wire. The mech dropped, and Red Alert wrenched off the cannon. "Die yourself." Red Alert raged, and before he could have second thoughts, he fired.

The mech jerked once, and then died. Outside of the house, Red Alert could hear voices talking. "I heard four shots."

"Someone go in and check."

Red Alert no longer was thinking. All thinking had been wiped away in the terrible fury. Across his bond, his twins snarled ferally, feeling the anger, bloodlust, and sorrow. They attacked the group of cultists as one, killing all those who dared to stand up to them. Sunstreaker ripped off one head, his strength making itself known despite how young he was.

None of them cared anymore, lost in the bloodlust and sorrow of loosing their creators. At last thirty-nine mech bodies lay in pieces around the house, and all three were breathing heavily, so covered in energon it was impossible to recognize them. .:We have to get out of here. One escaped. They'll come again.:. Sideswipe said, optics counting the heads that lay like so many leaves scattered about.

.: Where too then?:. Sunstreaker asked softly.

Red Alert was about to say somehting, when he wobbled, falling to his knees. Susntreaker picked Red Alert up, tossing him over one shoulder. .:Lets get cleaned up, and then to a hospital.:.

All three vanished into the night, leaving behind thirty-nine dead mechs.

0o0o0o0o0o0o0

Red Alert woke up with a gasp trembling from the force of the images. He moved weakly on the berth he was on, looking at Ratchet as Ratchet prepared to turn off all the lights to get some recharge. "Ratchet- what does Prime have to say?" He wasn't actually curious, he just wanted to get his CPU off of the dream.

"That all three of you were justified in lying, although he'd prefer It if you didn't reveal the truth in such a dramatic way." Ratchet snorted, looking at Red Alert. Red Alert nodded, optics flickering off.

"Prowl?"

"Still sulking over the fact that you three didn't tell him, but Jazz has been snapping him out of that very nicely."

Red Alert hesitated, almost afraid to ask the next question. "Inferno?"

"About to kill the twins. He asked them for stories of you when you're a youngling, and didn't much like what he was hearing."

Red Alert groaned, his internal heating system spluttering for a moment, before smoothing back down. Ratchet frowned. After three cycles you'd think he's properly heated back up, but he still needs a heating blanket most of the time. Maybe post-trauma? Or something more?

Red Alert shifted, trying to get comfortable. "How much longer will I be in the medbay?"

"Until all internal systems are up and running. And then a little longer then that for observation." Ratchet said firmly.

A miserable sigh escaped Red Alert, and Ratchet smirked. "Don't worry about it. Prowl said earlier that he'd drop by tomorrow and give you some new datapads. Prime says that you've got to be good if you can keep up with the amount of paperwork."

Red Alert nodded, and Ratchet nodded. "Get some recharge Red Alert."

Red Alert slowly slipped into a recharge as Ratchet waited patiently. When Ratchet was at last satisfied, he nodded and left the room, turning the lights out after him.

Prowl had found someone whom he loved, Red Alert was on the road to healing, Ratchet finally understood most of the reason why Red Alert was paranoid, Inferno was ready to start taking a another step with Red Alert, the world was at peace.

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...last chapter. Yep. Last one. Now, time for school work... Thanks to all those who reviewed, I really enjoyed coming in to read it, and I hope those of you who were watching were well satisfied. As for a sequel... I have no idea. XP I usually suck at sequels