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Author's note: Look, people, I'm really sorry for using terms like "minutes" and "eyebrows" and "the funny farm" and such. I know I should do my homework but I just get totally lost with the transformers equivalents of these terms and it slows me down, sometimes to the extent of giving me writer's block. Sounds stupid, I know. But could you please forgive me? I'm not a very experienced fan fiction writer. Part twoDedicated to Sapphire for being Sapphire. A fantastic author, a wonderful commentator, the heart and soul of one of the two best BW sites and the reason I'm writing this as fast as I am. And many, many other things.
'PrimusslagitalltothePit!' Depth Charge said. And since he seemed to be unable to say anything else at the moment, he repeated it several times, emphasizing the words by banging his head on his desk. 'Ehem, s-sir?' He quickly jerked his head up. A rather strongly built cream and black femme was standing at the doorway, eyebrows raised and a steaming cup in her hand. He stared at her for several moments. 'Your name was Mind Game, right?' he finally blurted out.'And still is, I believe.' she nodded with a bit of a smile. 'Throttle mentioned you seemed quite… tired today. So I fixed you an energon drink.'
'Yes. Right. Thank you.'
Oh, slag it, slag it, slag it all! Throttle said I was "tired"? My own people think I'm going nuts ALREADY! And I haven't even tried to tell them… Well, it's no wonder they think I'm losing it since this is the second time one of them catches me acting like an imbecile. Gotta get a grip. Now, who was she?
He frantically scanned his memory for data on Mind Game. Oh, yes. Rampage had dismembered her before his eyes… No, no, not this kind of data! No… Before coming to Omicron she had been a psychiatrist but after some kind of trouble with the law she was banned from practicing and was unable to find any kind of employment. Finally, she had ended up here doing all kinds of little jobs in the facility. She also had a small child who wasn't very healthy…
'Sorry, I really am a bit distracted today.' He attempted a smile. 'How's your daughter, Mind Game?'
She sighed and shrugged.
'As always. She's bored out of her mind at home but when I take her out she ends up getting sick. Starlet has a weak spark. Nothing we can do about it.'
He nodded, not knowing what to say. Starlet had… or rather would die before X's escape. Lucky her. Oh, Primus, what was he thinking!
He felt his spark clench. This was all too much. Seeing all these bots alive and walking around… Each time he looked at them he imagined their broken bodies scattered carelessly, leaking mech fluid. This had to be a dream. Or maybe the other one was a dream like he had wished it so often to be. Either way, Protoform X would be transferred to his colony in a week. He could not, would not let him kill again! Not even in a dream! But what could he do? Running around and screaming "He's gonna break out and you're all gonna die!" wouldn't work very well. (Rainynight winks at Sapphire. You can sue me for quoting you ) But he had to prevent the…
He realized Mind Game was still there, observing him calmly. Maybe she was trying to determine, as a psychiatrist, weather he was ready for the funny farm.
'I'll go now.' she said when she noticed she had his attention. 'If you need anything, call. And, by the way,' she added after a small pause, 'no, I don't think there's anything wrong with your brain.'
He stared at her in surprise.
'Was I that obvious?'
'No. But people always think that because I'm a psychiatrist, I'm always trying to find something amiss in their heads. Well, it's true that I'm still a professional, despite earning my energon by carrying cups around here. So I can tell there's something bothering you. My advice is, tell somebody. It's an underestimated method but it works.'
'Oh, how I wish I could do that.' he whispered after the door closed in her wake.
But he couldn't. In fact, he couldn't do anything right now. He almost slammed his fist on his already dented desk but he restrained himself in case yet another employee showed up and informed the security that their chief had gone bananas. Then he would be able to do even less.
He examined options in his head. Protoform X had to be destroyed. Easier said than done. The idea of telling the High Council was simply laughable. He had already tried… would try in the future… whatever… to convince them to destroy the killer. But they always seemed to do the exact opposite of what he told them to. Not to mention he wasn't even supposed to know about their "top secret experiment". No, telling anybody who didn't know the future would be futile. That last thought was ridiculous. Like bots fell trough crazy time anomalies on regular bases. Nobody here could know the future. Nobody but him… Nobody…
Except…
His optics widened.
