DMK: Alright. Here's chappie three!

Hotshot: If anyone still cares, that is.

DMK: PEOPLE DO CARE!!!! I HAVE 9 WHOLE REVIEWS!!! I FEEL SO LOVED!!! ^___^

Hotshot: *sarcastically* Whoopee, nine reveiws... *shuts up at the thought of all the people that would hit him upside the head*

DMK: Oh, and note: the three stars (***) signal either a POV change or a scene change, okay? Glad that's all cleared up.


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CHAPTER 3


Hotshot roared in anger as he unleashed a fury of laser blasts on moving targets.

He was mad. Those Decepticons will pay for this, I'll make sure of it! Even if I die in the process, Caitin will be avenged! Then, as soon as his temper had flared up, it subsided. He fell to his knees, breathing heavily, still unable to come to grips with what had happened. Slag you, Thrust! He shouted in his mind again. This is far from over!

Get to your feet, Hotshot. A cold voice ordered from the room's entrance. You know she'd hate to see you like this.

He looked up. The sky-blue and white visage of Blurr was framed in the doorway.

You don't know how I feel, he shot back, turning cold.

For you're information, I do, he corrected. Caitlin was a friend to all of us, Hotshot. We all want revenge.

He didn't say anything. He quietly got to his feet and left the room, brushing past Blurr as he went. The speedy Autobot caught Hotshot by the shoulder and turned him around so that they were face-to-face. Don't do anything stupid, Hotshot. The time to get revenge will show itself, soon enough. Wait for it.

Hotshot still didn't speak, but turned and walked off again.

***

I slowly opened my eyes, and the navy form of Red-Alert came into focus. He was peering down into my face, his expression wrought with concern.

I asked softly. What happened? Wasn't I... dead?

he answered, smiling. You're alright, now.

With effort, I sat upright. That's when I noticed Optimus and Scavenger were also in the room, rather shocked upon seeing me. However, something wasn't right.

Is it just me, or did you all shrink? I questioned, looking at the three of them curiously, resulting in the mechs exchanging confused glances.

***

Man, it's just not the same around here. I miss Caitlin so slagging much! Liftor moaned sadly to his partner.

You and me both, little buddy. I know she doesn't want us being all depressed about her, but I really can't help it...

You don't have to be.

Smokescreen and Liftor both turned their heads to see Longarm. What do you mean by that? the orange and blue mech questioned skeptically.

Red-Alert's been working day in and day out in the med bay. You have to come see this for yourself.

Smokescreen raised an eyebrow. Alright. If you say so.

***


None of the mechs had answered my question. I asked, shrugging. I then looked down at my body, and realized I was no longer made of flesh.

I was metal.

I was a Transformer!!

Please tell me this is all a dream, I said to Red-Alert, my voice wavering.

Red had begun to shake his head when the med bay door slid open. Taking about two and a half steps before he stopped, was the stout Smokescreen. He looked to the empty table my body had been on, and then back to me. He put two and two together, and his optics went wide.

Please tell me this is all a dream, he said to Red-Alert, exactly the same way I had.

In response, the four of us that had already been in the room shook our heads. Oh, Primus, he said simply. You're alive.


TBC

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DMK: Another short chapter! But I love where I leave off and start up again, don't you? Also, I have totally ran myself dry with ideas... I need help with the reactions of the other Bots to seeing her alive again, and I was hoping Hotshot's encounter with her could be a little comedic... Ack, I really can't write that much more, why? I HAVE SUMMER SCHOOL FOR ABOUT FIVE WEEKS!!! Well, the first week is almost up... so that knocks me down to four... oh well. ^^;;