Whoo, guys. I just re-read the last chapter. Yikes! Sry bout all the
typos! I hope I don't do that this chapter. ^______________________^
Chapter 30! Chapter 30! Man we're getting up there in the numbers.
^______^ my first milestone was chapter 20, and whoa, I didn't think I'd
make it to chapter 30! I've dropped a few of my fics so I can continue
working on this one. They were dying anyways.....but don't worry. I'm still
planning on working on "The Essays of Daniel Thor" I wouldn't dream of
dropping that ^______^ and so, I thank you, the reviewers for keeping this
fic alive! The more reviews I get the more I feel that I've got to update!
^_____^ k, on with it ^____^
Chapter 30 (Whoo hooo! Chapter 30! Whoops, eh heh...ahem. On with the story)
Breakfast in Bed
Emrial sighed as she strolled down the hallway to the training room. Red Alert had told her that Hot Shot was there. She really wanted to see Jet Fire, but he was on a mini con retrieval mission with Star Scream. "Good luck with that." She scoffed.
The large door opened and she entered. Blinded by the bright lights after coming from a dark hallway, Emrial didn't see the large object in front of her.
"Oof!" She grunted as she flipped over it, landing soundly on her back. It knocked the air out of her and Emrial turned on her side, struggling to breathe.
"Emrial!" Hot Shot turned from where he was practicing with Scavenger.
Emrial turned over, kneeling on her knees with her hands stretched out before her. She reached out to try to support herself against the object, but it was moved away from her, and she fell back down. She began to quake with pain, mostly from her old wound.
"You ain't getting that red stuff of yours all over my gun." Blurr picked up his gun, the large object that Emrial had tripped over. "I just finished polishing it."
"Are you okay?" Hot Shot's kneeled down beside the writhing girl.
"Aww, is the little organic still weak from her little bout with laser fire? Doesn't she know children aren't supposed to play in battlefields?" Blurr teased.
"Would you shut up!" Hot Shot turned, punching the silver bot right in the face.
"Hey, take it easy!" Scavenger placed himself between the two.
"What's his problem?" Blurr held his face.
"You! Emrial isn't weak! She's not a child! And we aren't even sure if she's organic!" Hot Shot shouted in Emrial's defense. "She risked her life for the mini con! That's something that we all do every time we step out into the battlefield!"
"Sheesh. S-o-r-r-r-y!" Blurr shrugged it off. "I don't get you guys anyways. Why do you risk your life for the mini cons? What have they done for us?"
Hot Shot quieted as he picked up Emrial, she fainted in the palm of his hand. "C'mon, I'll show you." He lead the confused bot to the med-bay.
"Here, Red." Hot Shot laid Emrial in the med-bot's hand.
"What happened?" Red Alert asked, but his question was not answered as Hot Shot lead Blurr to a secluded part of the room.
"I still don't get it." Blurr removed Hot Shot's hand from his arm.
"This is why we risk our lives for them." He pointed to the still limp Trice.
"He looks fine for me." Blurr turned to go away.
"But he didn't use to be. You see that pile of scrap metal over there?" Hot Shot pointed to Emrial's old red three-wheeler.
"Yeah..." Blurr nodded.
"He used to look like that."
"How'd it happen?"
Hot Shot looked Blurr straight in the eye. "Emrial was in grave danger. She was in the clutches of Megatron. That mini con tried to save her, but got squished under Megatron's big feet."
"So..." Blurr didn't get the point.
"So...that mini con has saved her life at least twice, and she's worked to save his. She's constantly trying to figure out ways to bring him back online. She's the one that fixed his armor." Hot Shot pointed out.
Blurr turned to look over at Red Alert as he lay Emrial down on a med table.
"So what you're saying is, she's always getting hurt or in trouble and needs saving on a daily basis?"
"No!" Hot Shot grasped his head in defeat. "Grrrr! Figure it out on your own! I give up!" He stormed out of the room.
Blurr looked from Trice to Emrial who was barely breathing. "How is she?" He finally gathered the courage to ask.
Red looked up at him. "Not so well. Her injury had barely healed over, and parts of it are now reopened. Looks like I'll have to restrict her to the med-bay completely until she's fully healed."
"Sorry." Blurr quietly whispered as he exited the room. He lingered in the doorway. Turning around he caught Red's optic. "Tell her I'm sorry when she wakes up." He clarified what he had meant.
"I will." Red nodded as he worked to again attach a life supporting breathing apparatus to her. In the state she was in she probably wouldn't be able to breathe without it.
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"H-e-l-l-l-l-l-l-o-o-o-o-o-o-o! G-o-o-o-d m-o-r-n-i-n-g!"
"Wha?" Emrial's eyes gently fluttered open.
"Wakey Wakey!" The voice called again.
"Jet Fire, leave her alone!" She could hear Red Alert chiding in the background.
Her eyes focused on the red crested head leaning over her. She smiled slightly, breathing in air from the machine attached to her that pumped air in her body, as she looked up at him. (you know, sort of like in a hospital with those hoses they put of your nose, that sort of breathing thing)
"Hey, glad you're up. You know, they say breakfast is the most important part of the day!" He smiled as he placed a tray of assorted breakfast foods beside her.
"You've been watching TV, haven't you?" She whispered.
"Ooooh, you caught me!" The white Autobot scratched the back of his head.
Emrial laughed slightly, but then stopped as she started coughing.
"Hey, take it easy." Jet Fire whished that he could do something for her to make her better.
Red Alert rushed to her side. He turned sternly to his comrade. "I told you to leave her alone!"
"Sorry. I guess I'll go now." He said crestfallen as he slowly made his way to the door.
"No, please don't make him go!" Emrial spoke as loudly as she could as she grasped Red Alert's arm.
Red sighed. "Alright, Jet Fire. You can stay, but if she starts getting tired you have to leave."
"Yes!" Jet Fire made a victory signal as he pranced back over to Emrial's bedside. Emrial tried to fight back the giggles inside her.
"Oops. Right...no laughing." Jet Fire stopped.
Emrial calmed herself down so she wouldn't laugh. Sighing, she looked over at the tray of food. Picking up an orange she began to peel it.
The med-bay doors hissed open and a yellow transformer stepped through it.
"Good, you're alright." Hot Shot breathed a sigh of relief as he caught sight of Emrial.
"Hi Hot Shot." Emrial whispered as she continued peeling the orange.
Hot Shot came up beside Jet Fire. "How are you holding out?"
Emrial took a bite of the orange. Swallowing the citrus slush she looked up at the Autobots. "I'm okay." She answered.
"I'm sorry about all that happened yesterday, Blurr's finally coming to his senses." He didn't lock eyes with the girl.
"That's alright." She whispered. "It probably would have happened to me anyways. It's just better that I had an excuse to collapse and faint. I guess I wasn't ready to be up and around." Sadness showed in her eyes. "But I'm glad Blurr saw the light."
Emrial turned away from the subject. "So how'd your mission with 'the Screamer' go?" She directed her attention to Jet Fire.
"Oh, err...not so well." He scratched the back of his head.
"Really, what happened?" She reached for a bowl of yogurt and continued munching away.
"Well, let's just say I had to exercise my authority as second in command of the Autobots, and the leader of our Air Force, considering I'm the only one that CAN fly..." He went rambling on and on about his rank.
"So, what'd you do?" She pressed on.
"Well, it was kinda funny really. Star Scream was not being a good team player, and so I handcuffed him to me. That wasn't a very bright move....but in the end we did get the mini con. But boy! You'd never heard such whining!" He chuckled, recalling the past day's experience.
"Hmm." Emrial smiled as she continued eating, now she had started on some cereal.
"Well, I'd love to stay, but I got to go practice with thee ol snoring bore again. I just dropped by to see how you were doing. Get well soon!" Hot Shot waved as he hurried off to the training room.
"He has training with who?" Emrial looked up at Jet Fire, confused.
"Scavenger." Jet Fire confirmed.
"Oh." Emrial smiled as she went right on eating.
"Jet Fire, Red Alert! Have you men seen the kids or the mini cons?" Optimus burst through the door.
"No, I haven't." Red Alert stepped out from behind a computer.
"I've been here all along." Jet Fire informed the frantic leader.
"Well they're missing! We have to go find them!" Prime hurried out of the room to inform the other Autobots.
"Great. Just what I had planned for the day. I guess I have to go." Jet Fire began backing towards the doorway.
"Will you come visit me again when you're back?" Emrial pleaded.
"You bet." The winged Autobot gave a thumbs up as he ushered himself out of the room.
"Maybe you'd better enjoy this chance to get some rest while we're gone." Red Alert dimmed the lights in the room.
"Okay, Red." Emrial turned over and pulled her covers over her shoulder. She yawned. "Wake me up when you return."
Red Alert nodded as he closed the door.
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^______^ oooooh, just wait until NEXT chapter ^____^ I can't ^____^ but it might be a while before I update again because I have TONS of homework to get done. We're getting close to the end of the school year so the teachers are trying to cram as much as they can into our craniums. . soo, now I g2g. g2g study and work on stuff. C-ya, and DON"T FORGET to REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
than-Q ^___^
Chapter 30 (Whoo hooo! Chapter 30! Whoops, eh heh...ahem. On with the story)
Breakfast in Bed
Emrial sighed as she strolled down the hallway to the training room. Red Alert had told her that Hot Shot was there. She really wanted to see Jet Fire, but he was on a mini con retrieval mission with Star Scream. "Good luck with that." She scoffed.
The large door opened and she entered. Blinded by the bright lights after coming from a dark hallway, Emrial didn't see the large object in front of her.
"Oof!" She grunted as she flipped over it, landing soundly on her back. It knocked the air out of her and Emrial turned on her side, struggling to breathe.
"Emrial!" Hot Shot turned from where he was practicing with Scavenger.
Emrial turned over, kneeling on her knees with her hands stretched out before her. She reached out to try to support herself against the object, but it was moved away from her, and she fell back down. She began to quake with pain, mostly from her old wound.
"You ain't getting that red stuff of yours all over my gun." Blurr picked up his gun, the large object that Emrial had tripped over. "I just finished polishing it."
"Are you okay?" Hot Shot's kneeled down beside the writhing girl.
"Aww, is the little organic still weak from her little bout with laser fire? Doesn't she know children aren't supposed to play in battlefields?" Blurr teased.
"Would you shut up!" Hot Shot turned, punching the silver bot right in the face.
"Hey, take it easy!" Scavenger placed himself between the two.
"What's his problem?" Blurr held his face.
"You! Emrial isn't weak! She's not a child! And we aren't even sure if she's organic!" Hot Shot shouted in Emrial's defense. "She risked her life for the mini con! That's something that we all do every time we step out into the battlefield!"
"Sheesh. S-o-r-r-r-y!" Blurr shrugged it off. "I don't get you guys anyways. Why do you risk your life for the mini cons? What have they done for us?"
Hot Shot quieted as he picked up Emrial, she fainted in the palm of his hand. "C'mon, I'll show you." He lead the confused bot to the med-bay.
"Here, Red." Hot Shot laid Emrial in the med-bot's hand.
"What happened?" Red Alert asked, but his question was not answered as Hot Shot lead Blurr to a secluded part of the room.
"I still don't get it." Blurr removed Hot Shot's hand from his arm.
"This is why we risk our lives for them." He pointed to the still limp Trice.
"He looks fine for me." Blurr turned to go away.
"But he didn't use to be. You see that pile of scrap metal over there?" Hot Shot pointed to Emrial's old red three-wheeler.
"Yeah..." Blurr nodded.
"He used to look like that."
"How'd it happen?"
Hot Shot looked Blurr straight in the eye. "Emrial was in grave danger. She was in the clutches of Megatron. That mini con tried to save her, but got squished under Megatron's big feet."
"So..." Blurr didn't get the point.
"So...that mini con has saved her life at least twice, and she's worked to save his. She's constantly trying to figure out ways to bring him back online. She's the one that fixed his armor." Hot Shot pointed out.
Blurr turned to look over at Red Alert as he lay Emrial down on a med table.
"So what you're saying is, she's always getting hurt or in trouble and needs saving on a daily basis?"
"No!" Hot Shot grasped his head in defeat. "Grrrr! Figure it out on your own! I give up!" He stormed out of the room.
Blurr looked from Trice to Emrial who was barely breathing. "How is she?" He finally gathered the courage to ask.
Red looked up at him. "Not so well. Her injury had barely healed over, and parts of it are now reopened. Looks like I'll have to restrict her to the med-bay completely until she's fully healed."
"Sorry." Blurr quietly whispered as he exited the room. He lingered in the doorway. Turning around he caught Red's optic. "Tell her I'm sorry when she wakes up." He clarified what he had meant.
"I will." Red nodded as he worked to again attach a life supporting breathing apparatus to her. In the state she was in she probably wouldn't be able to breathe without it.
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"H-e-l-l-l-l-l-l-o-o-o-o-o-o-o! G-o-o-o-d m-o-r-n-i-n-g!"
"Wha?" Emrial's eyes gently fluttered open.
"Wakey Wakey!" The voice called again.
"Jet Fire, leave her alone!" She could hear Red Alert chiding in the background.
Her eyes focused on the red crested head leaning over her. She smiled slightly, breathing in air from the machine attached to her that pumped air in her body, as she looked up at him. (you know, sort of like in a hospital with those hoses they put of your nose, that sort of breathing thing)
"Hey, glad you're up. You know, they say breakfast is the most important part of the day!" He smiled as he placed a tray of assorted breakfast foods beside her.
"You've been watching TV, haven't you?" She whispered.
"Ooooh, you caught me!" The white Autobot scratched the back of his head.
Emrial laughed slightly, but then stopped as she started coughing.
"Hey, take it easy." Jet Fire whished that he could do something for her to make her better.
Red Alert rushed to her side. He turned sternly to his comrade. "I told you to leave her alone!"
"Sorry. I guess I'll go now." He said crestfallen as he slowly made his way to the door.
"No, please don't make him go!" Emrial spoke as loudly as she could as she grasped Red Alert's arm.
Red sighed. "Alright, Jet Fire. You can stay, but if she starts getting tired you have to leave."
"Yes!" Jet Fire made a victory signal as he pranced back over to Emrial's bedside. Emrial tried to fight back the giggles inside her.
"Oops. Right...no laughing." Jet Fire stopped.
Emrial calmed herself down so she wouldn't laugh. Sighing, she looked over at the tray of food. Picking up an orange she began to peel it.
The med-bay doors hissed open and a yellow transformer stepped through it.
"Good, you're alright." Hot Shot breathed a sigh of relief as he caught sight of Emrial.
"Hi Hot Shot." Emrial whispered as she continued peeling the orange.
Hot Shot came up beside Jet Fire. "How are you holding out?"
Emrial took a bite of the orange. Swallowing the citrus slush she looked up at the Autobots. "I'm okay." She answered.
"I'm sorry about all that happened yesterday, Blurr's finally coming to his senses." He didn't lock eyes with the girl.
"That's alright." She whispered. "It probably would have happened to me anyways. It's just better that I had an excuse to collapse and faint. I guess I wasn't ready to be up and around." Sadness showed in her eyes. "But I'm glad Blurr saw the light."
Emrial turned away from the subject. "So how'd your mission with 'the Screamer' go?" She directed her attention to Jet Fire.
"Oh, err...not so well." He scratched the back of his head.
"Really, what happened?" She reached for a bowl of yogurt and continued munching away.
"Well, let's just say I had to exercise my authority as second in command of the Autobots, and the leader of our Air Force, considering I'm the only one that CAN fly..." He went rambling on and on about his rank.
"So, what'd you do?" She pressed on.
"Well, it was kinda funny really. Star Scream was not being a good team player, and so I handcuffed him to me. That wasn't a very bright move....but in the end we did get the mini con. But boy! You'd never heard such whining!" He chuckled, recalling the past day's experience.
"Hmm." Emrial smiled as she continued eating, now she had started on some cereal.
"Well, I'd love to stay, but I got to go practice with thee ol snoring bore again. I just dropped by to see how you were doing. Get well soon!" Hot Shot waved as he hurried off to the training room.
"He has training with who?" Emrial looked up at Jet Fire, confused.
"Scavenger." Jet Fire confirmed.
"Oh." Emrial smiled as she went right on eating.
"Jet Fire, Red Alert! Have you men seen the kids or the mini cons?" Optimus burst through the door.
"No, I haven't." Red Alert stepped out from behind a computer.
"I've been here all along." Jet Fire informed the frantic leader.
"Well they're missing! We have to go find them!" Prime hurried out of the room to inform the other Autobots.
"Great. Just what I had planned for the day. I guess I have to go." Jet Fire began backing towards the doorway.
"Will you come visit me again when you're back?" Emrial pleaded.
"You bet." The winged Autobot gave a thumbs up as he ushered himself out of the room.
"Maybe you'd better enjoy this chance to get some rest while we're gone." Red Alert dimmed the lights in the room.
"Okay, Red." Emrial turned over and pulled her covers over her shoulder. She yawned. "Wake me up when you return."
Red Alert nodded as he closed the door.
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^______^ oooooh, just wait until NEXT chapter ^____^ I can't ^____^ but it might be a while before I update again because I have TONS of homework to get done. We're getting close to the end of the school year so the teachers are trying to cram as much as they can into our craniums. . soo, now I g2g. g2g study and work on stuff. C-ya, and DON"T FORGET to REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
than-Q ^___^