DMK: ::standing in the middle of a lighted ring with a cheering crowd surrounding all four sides:: Alright peeps, its time for the main event! (not really...) In dis cornah, weighing in at... however much he weighs, HOTSHOT! ::he comes out with boxing gloves on:: And in dat cornah, weighing in at whatever he weighs in at, WHEELJACK! ::also comes out in boxing gloves::
Prime: ::standing between the two wearing a transformer-sized referee outfit:: Alright, I want a good, clean fight, no hits below the belt, and no biting... Hotshot...
Hotshot: n.n;;;
::DINGDINGDING!::
DMK: Les' get it ON! And enjoy!
Chapter 9
Rec Room, Autobot Base
"You did WHAT?!" Hotshot had risen from his chair and was looking down at Windracer, stunned. The female Transformer just remained silent, slightly hunched over, trying to ignore Hotshot's outburst. Eventually, after tense seconds, he sat back down, still very mad. "Now he's gone way too far…"
"It was just two kisses Hotshot, nothing more!" She had neglected the few heated moments after the second kiss, or the events in the target room that Sideswipe walked in on, but she thought doing so would make things a lot less complicated.
"Oh right, sure. He saves your life once and he thinks he can do what he pleases with you."
"Hey, it's not like he forced himself on me…it just happened…" She defended weakly.
"Well if that 'just happened', you'd better be more careful," Hotshot snapped back. "We don't want two baby Transformers running around the base…"
The femme nearly tackled him to the ground out of anger and embarassment at the implications. "I'M NOT THAT IRRESPONSIBLE!"
"Well, ya coulda fooled me…"
Windracer's face contorted to an angry scowl. "Jeez, what is with you?! What do you have against Wheeljack? He's trying to be your friend again, but you won't let him!"
"Yeah, well, let him keep trying. It'll never work." Hotshot said, turning his nose up into the air adamantly.
Sideswipe had been sitting quietly listening to the two argue. "Well come on bro, he can't be all bad…He was an Autobot before. Sure he tried to kill us before but even I'm starting to get used to the guy…"
"Not you too!" Hotshot felt betrayed. "You can't trust him as far as you can throw him! You just can't!" He had risen from his seat and was racing away from the room. He really needed to blow off some steam.
"Bro!" Sideswipe began, getting up too. He started after him, but he found Windracer's dragon tail gripping onto his arm. "Wha-?"
She sighed. "Let him be. It'll take him some time to get used to this, and I think we should just give him his space…"
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As Wheeljack walked down the hallway to go tend to Raider, still a bit befuddled from earlier, he felt himself slammed into the wall, hard. Whatever knocked him there, kept him pinned. Grunting, he saw Hotshot, standing over him.
"You. Me. Outside. Now." He said in a cold voice.
"Hotshot? Wha-?"
"-Now!" With a shove, Wheeljack found himself walking towards the Lookout, his very rude-tempered former friend behind him. When he looked over his shoulder, he noticed Hotshot had his laser pistol out and pressed against him, and was shoved forward yet again.
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"Hey Windy...um, this just might be me... but, where do ya figure Hotshot ran off to? He's not here..." Sideswipe and Windracer had just walked past the target range, and their angry friend was nowhere to be found.
She sighed. "He could be out for a drive, maybe? I know he wouldn't track Wheeljack down so he could-" she stopped. "...would he?"
They stared at one another for several minutes, and with nothing said between them, they tore down the hallway to the control room. Sideswipe was the first to skid in, and ran to a computer only seconds later. Scavenger and Optimus were nearby. They stared at the two, puzzled.
"And just what's the rush?" Prime asked calmly. "You two look like the Decepticons are invading."
"We need to find Hotshot," Windracer said hastily. "Me and Sideswipe think he's fighting with Wheeljack right now."
Scavenger's face became a bit more serious. "What for?"
The two younger Autobots exchanged glances, and Windracer mumbled something.
"What was that?" He asked again.
She clenched her fists and repeated. "I said I..." but again regressed into mumbles.
"I can't understand a word you're saying..."
"I SAID, I-"
"She made out with Wheeljack a couple days ago and now Hotshot's jealous of him and wants to get him off her back for good." Sideswipe answered plainly.
"YOU DID WHAT?!" The femme instantly cringed, and shot a glare to Sideswipe.
"I did what he said I did, alright?! That's not the point! The point is, that Hotshot's probably off antagonizing Wheeljack, and not like he usually does, either. He looked ready to-"
HELP! Windsheer came tearing into the room at that very moment in his miniature jet mode. Help help help help HELP!
Transforming back into robot mode, he slammed into Windracer's chest and clung to her. She blinked her optics in surprise. "Uhh...what-?"
Wheeljack...Hotshot... Outside... Fighting... NOW! We have GOT to help him!
Windracer looked to Prime and Scavenger, with an "I told you so," expression on her face.
Optimus sighed heavily, but knew the direness of the situation. "Alright, let's go break them up. Scavenger, comlink Jetfire. We might need him to put Hotshot in isolation overnight to get him to cool down..."
"Yes sir!"
Windsheer transformed back into his jet mode, and Windy and Sideswipe took off next, with Prime trailing right behind. 'Primus, Hotshot, why on Earth are you doing this?!'
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With a cry, Wheeljack landed hard on the ground. Hotshot stood over him, his fists clenched. "Come on, you coward! Fight me!" Raising his gun, he shouted again angrily. "Get up and fight!"
As he fired the round, Wheeljack rolled out of the way and scrambled to his feet. He dove for the cover of a rock, and felt a laser round clip his shoulder and punch a hole right through his armor. "Agh!" That was when he knew Hotshot's gun was no longer set on 'damage'. It was more than likely set to 'kill'.
"Come on! I know you can fight me! Or are you waiting for Windy to come rescue you like always, huh?!"
He scowled to himself upon realizing this, but kept his head down. "Why are you so bitter, Hotshot?! What have I done?!"
"What do you THINK you did, Wheeljack!?" He ran forward, shooting the boulder he was hidden behind in hopes of destroying it. "You signed your own death warrant the second you put your hands on Windy!" He jumped up and over that rock, landing in front of Wheeljack. Turning around, he aimed his gun at him once again.
"So that's what this is about?!" He glared up at his former friend. "You're jealous of me?!" This was obscene! He was going nuts because he was JEALOUS OF HIM?!
Hotshot scowled and flung himself down on Wheeljack, letting his fists fly. The former Decepticon could do nothing but cover his face as the blows rained down.
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Windy, Sideswipe, Scavenger, and Optimus came running to the lookout just in time to watch Hotshot as he pounced on Wheeljack and began to beat him senseless.
"Hotshot!"
He looked up, a bit surprised, which gave Wheeljack the chance to give Hotshot a harsh uppercut to the jaw. The force of the blow sent him flying off, which allowed the other mech to get to his feet. Hotshot staggered away, holding his face, giving Wheeljack the chance to land a roundhouse to his flank. It sent him to the ground. Straddling him, Wheeljack unleashed his own flurry of punches upon the yellow Transformer.
"Come on, Hotshot! Why aren't you fighting back, now, huh?!" Hook, uppercut, cross, jab, cross cross, uppercut, hook! After 'tenderizing' his face, he pulled out one of his clubs, and brought it down on Hotshot, swinging it hard.
Windy had taken enough, and was sliding down the elevated hill towards the skirmish. "Windracer, no!" Prime reached forward in hopes of stopping her, but she was too far gone. Once down the hill, she ran straight for them.
"Wheeljack! Stop!" Moments before the blunt object would have knocked Hotshot unconscious, Windracer grabbed his arm and stopped it cold. "Leave him..." she said in a softer tone, loosening her grip.
Wheeljack looked to the stunned and injured Hotshot in surprise, then at Windracer. "What...? What happened?"
"You kicked his rear end good, Wheelie...but that's enough, okay?"
Still shocked at what he'd done, he nodded and slowly clambered off Hotshot, who was glaring at him with contempt. "Okay..." Still with one of the femme's hands on his arm, he turned and began to head back to the base to accept his punishment.
Scavenger sighed in relief from up on the lookout. "Well, that was fairly painless... I was afraid things would get worse..." Prime nodded in response.
Windracer was the only one who noticed Hotshot raise his blaster up and aim it at Wheeljack's backside. "Wheeljack! MOVE IT!" She shoved him out of the way quickly, and took the laser round herself. Unfortunately, Hotshot's gun was still on 'kill'.
"Aaagh!" With a guttral cry, the femme hit the ground on her side, holding the gaping hole in her left flank with one trembling hand.
Everybody froze. Wheeljack could do nothing but stare in utter shock. "W...Windracer... no..."
He then brought his gaze up to Hotshot, and his anger flared. He'd tear him apart! "This is all your fault!" Running forward, he drew one of his clubs again, but found Scavenger standing between them both.
"NOT now, Wheeljack. We have more to worry about at the moment!"
Scowling, he turned and made a mad dash for the fallen female Transformer. His face softened as he reached her. Prime and Sideswipe were already there. "Windracer!" He knelt down beside her and gently took her into his arms. "Please, say something..."
She had a rueful grin on her face, and forced a laugh. "I'm...I'm okay, it's just a scratch..."
"Scratch my skidplate," Scavenger said from where he was standing. "I'm contacting RedAlert. We've got to get her to the medbay NOW."
Hotshot watched from where he was still sitting on the ground. He'd just wounded the person he was trying to protect from Wheeljack! He could never show his face at the base again! He got up slowly and began to backstep away from the scene, too mortified to take his optics away from it. 'Windy... I'm sorry... I never meant to...' He turned suddenly, shutting his optics, and began to run. Hotshot didn't know where, he just had to get away from his mistake.
"Bro!" Sideswipe started after him, but Scavenger grabbed his shoulder and shook his head in the 'no' fashion. Unhappily, he looked back to Windracer, who was slipping into stasis lock right in Wheeljack's arms.
Even though Windy had her hand pressed over the wound, she felt herself growing weaker as circ fluid trickled between her fingers. She took in ragged, quick breaths. Gently, Wheeljack took his free hand and put his over hers, looking utterly defeated. "W-Windy...please, hang on, we're going to get you out of here..." he sighed halfway through his sentence. "I'm sorry...I shouldn't have fought back..."
"Nah...'cause it'd be you on the ground... and not me..." she gave him a weak smile as reassurance. "And...don't be... so darn...dramatic... I'm not gonna die... I did that once already and it sucks..." She raised up her free hand and touched the side of his face, but then jerked it away as she groaned and cringed in pain.
Wheeljack's face fell at this. "Windracer!" He watched helplessly as her optics powered down and she went limp in his arms. The femme had gone into stasis lock.
Optimus and Sideswipe watched this almost mournfully, not thinking of their next move, until Scavenger broke the silence. "Prime...now."
The Autobot's leader nodded. "Lets get her to the medbay. We don't have much time..."
TBC
DMK: ::shakes fist:: darn you KatDrama, YOU'RE FREAKING PSYCHIC! That's exactly what I had in mind! Though I'm not too sure if I'll have Hotshot be taken hostage or not... hmm... ::thinks::
Wheeljack: T-T This is so dramatic...and sad!
DMK: It didn't seem so dramatic to me though... I can't write drama.... . blech...well, review people!