FF: Oh noes! Mucho bad things happen in this chapter!
F: um, eheh, do they happen to me?
FF: ...
F: I said, do they happen to ME?
FF: BYEBYE! *runs away*
(P.S. Transformers does not belong to me, if it did i would melt into a puddle of goo from happiness) NOW READ!
Ironhide grimaced, fear and worry running through him combining with the terror, anger, and panic pulsating from his sparkmate's part of the bond.
[Help….scared….help…]
Due to the distance separating the two, their sparkbond could only send the smallest and simplest of messages, effectively eradicating the option of Flare telling them where she was.
[Coming…be there…soon] Ironhide tried to comfort her, to take her mind off of whatever what scaring her like that.
[Friend…hurt…danger…death…maybe] Flare sent back, desperation mingling with the waves of fear.
Ironhide's optics widened. Friend? Another Autobot? There!? He shot a quick message: [Who? We…find…]
[First..Aid…] Was her reply. [Danger…pain...soon…maybe…death]
"Ironhide? What's wrong?" Ratchet turned to his friend, noticing his stricken expression.
"Flare and I have managed to contact each other." He managed to choke out of his shock and worry.
"Can she tell us where she is?" Ratchet asked, hope beginning to burn in his optics. He cocked his head in confusion when Ironhide vented air heavily.
"Ratchet…they've got First Aid there too…Flare…she doesn't know how long he has." Ironhide's voice was thick with anger and grief, his optics shadowed.
Ratchet fell silent in shock. His student First Aid…he was still alive? After all those stellar cycles? His hands curled in fists tightly.
"Well then…Let's go and take them home." He growled, protectiveness for his student instinctively appearing and his optics, normally clear crystalline cobalt, darkened threateningly.
First Aid blearily opened his optics, trying to make sense of what had happened. He saw a plain gray ceiling above him and various mechanical…THINGS in the room with him.
He shuddered as he recognized the feel of steel or another metal beneath him, metal cuffs restraining his movement as he pulled against them.
Looking around he saw various sharp tools looking prepped for a…dissection…He internally whimpered. Those tools were obviously not used for healing like the ones he had.
Wait…HIS TOOLS!
Scanning the room to make sure no human or otherwise was there, he transformed part of a finger into a scalpel like tool, and picked the lock on his cuffs.
This might take a bit…
Flare hissed in slight pain as the cuffs bit into her armor when she strained to free herself.
Her optics darted toward the door and back to what she was doing periodically. Sarcon would be back, and with his coming…so would pain.
Flare vented softly and closed her optics for a moment, worrying about her little ones, First Aid, Ironhide, the Autobots…the list went on.
Her antennae flicked as she detected footsteps from behind the door, walking with a specific tread she learned to dread and hate. Dr. Sarcon was here.
She gave one final heave at the bindings and then rested, feeling she needed all her strength.
Oh how right she would be.
"The time has come for the experiment! This will be the dawn of a new era!" Sarcon almost chirped happily.
"Why do you bad guys always say that?" Flare mused aloud. "What could you possibly gain from this anyway, you don't even know what it does!" She pointed out.
"Oh Subject-F12, I have my theory, which, if proves correct, would help me get a marvelous position in the military's supplier. After all, wouldn't someone need an army easily replenished?" He grinned.
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!" Flare roared, fed up with all the uncertain answers to her questions.
"Let's begin!" Dr. Sarcon ignored her many threats against him and pressed the panel that activated the syringe.
Before Flare could even gasp, the needle plunged into her arm and into the energon lines protected below. She froze, optics wide, mouth opened in shock, entire body stiff.
At first nothing, her body slowly relaxing as the needle left her arm, letting a trickle of energon flow out.
Flare ran a systems check. I'm fine? But, but how-?
An electronic scream exploded from her throat as pain erupted in her stomach. Her body convulsed and spazmed, screeches and howls never stopping from pouring from her mouth.
HURTS HURTSHURTSHURTSPAINPAINPAIN!
Energon tears poured down her face as she screamed her agony for the world to hear, her lifeblood beginning to leak out of tears that appeared in her metallic skin around her stomach.
A cry for help was morphed into another spine chilling shriek of pain, her head thrust backwards to howl into the air.
"HEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLL LPPPPPPPPPP!"
Ironhide suddenly transformed, clutching his abdomen, frame trembling. His optics were wide with shock and recognition. This was Flare's pain.
Ratchet and Jazz were at his side immediately.
"Ironhide? Ironhide what is it?" Ratchet demanded, helping Jazz keep him upright.
"Flare…Flare is in so much pain…ah! And…she's holding back…" Ironhide ground out, fighting against the pain.
Jazz looked over his shoulder and shouted, "Hey! First Aid! We need ya over here!"
The red and white bot ran over and kneeled beside Ironhide as he was lowered to the ground gently. "Ironhide, where is the pain?" First Aid asked urgently.
Wordlessly, Ironhide pointed to his stomach again.
"Oh no…" First Aid gasped. He looked up, calling all the other bots from his unit near. "We don't have much time now. Sarcon has injected Flare with a liquid taken from a meteorite. He believes that the meteorite accelerates growth, the perfect thing to replenish an army with. The serum is affecting Flare's sparklings, we have no time for subtly."
"Then what is your opinion?" Optimus asked over the comlink, the bots being split into groups.
First Aid's voice was deadly, his darkened visor adding to the aggressive tone.
"Hit it head on."
F: Since fireflare is currently hiding *checks under table* i shall provide some comments with my friends. *looks in closet*
S: Wow. Poor flare! Why does the authoress torture you so? :(
E: Maybe cause she doesn't like you :3
F+S: ...
E: ...i like pie :3
S: but you can't eat pie...
E: hasn't stopped ME~
F: is that why you had to go to the medbay for an entire week twice? *searches the basement*
E: maaaaaayyyyybe X3 Read and review por favor! And thanks for all the wonderful people of smartness and caring who did review! COOKIES FOR ALL! *throws at computer screen*