18. Hidden Emotions

"... What is taking him so long? DEMOLISHER!" Megatron roared again. Slag it all! Even I can move faster wounded than he can fully repaired! "DEMOLISHER!.!.!.!.!.!"

"I'm hurrying, Megatron," The olive-green and red 'Con ran around the corner and nearly into him. Twisting to avoid hitting the Decepticon leader, Demolisher tripped and landed sprawled out in front of him instead.

"..." Megatron glared down at him irritably. "Stand up. Go get Red Alert and bring him here," Megatron ordered, turning back to go into his room. "And be quick about it, or I'll rip your throat out when you get back."

"Yes, Megatron," Demolisher said, wondering why Megatron wanted Red Alert of all of the doctors/medics he could have asked for.

"Nice, Megatron," Elita said from the doorway behind him. "But explain to me... why do you care about what happens to Shiori?" She frowned at him. Demolisher paused. Care about Shiori? Since when has Megatron cared about anyone? What's wrong with Shiori if Megatron's sending for Red Alert for her? Who is Shiori? Demolisher wondered. Megatron noticed he was still there.

"GO DEMOLISHER! SHOCKBLAST MOVES FASTER THAN YOU!" He roared at him. Demolisher transformed and raced away. I am not slower than Shockblast! he thought fiercly. I'll get Red Alert faster than Hot Shot can! He knew that was highly unlikely, but he pretended anyways, and imagined that he was winning the race. Winner would get free cookies for a week, he told himself proudly when he was halfway there, and then reflected on the fact that he'd end up being the ones making and giving the cookies if the race was real... A few minutes later, he found himself outside the hospital where Red Alert worked...


"... What?" Megatron growled irritably as he stalked back in. Elita came in after him, looking astonished and confused.

"I can't believe you told him that..."

"If it gets him motivated, so be it."

"Why are you concerned about what happens to her, anyways?"

"Hmm..." Megatron paused for a moment.

"Well?"

"I dont know," he said finally with a growl. "Quit bothering me..."

"Alright... And why are you hiding your chest like that?"

"Like what?.!" His voice took on a more alarmed note, and he gave her a worried look as he drew out of reach. She frowned, and crossed her ams.

"Like that."

"I... I don't know what you're talking about," He snarled, and quickly started considering and rejecting ideas on how to get out of the situation he was in. He had the option of telling her what had happened with Prime, but decided that he would rather not explain what the Autobot leader had come to discuss- much less how the Prime had gotten him to listen to him. Elita examined his face carefully.

"You're hiding something."

"So what if I am?" He snapped back, half-hoping that Demolisher and Red Alert would come in right then and rescue him from this crude interrogation.

"Would you two... stop it?" Shiori gasped painfully at them, not wanting the arguement to go any further. Elita quickly rushed over to her.

"Is there anything we can do to help you?" She asked her, looking rather distressed. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?.!"

"Because it only started a little while ago..." Shiori sucked in her breath as another pain shot through her body. "By the Allspark!" she hissed. "Where's Starscream when you need him?"

Megatron sighed, and sent her a sympethetic look. "Indeed..." He agreed, before turning and started to pace about restlessly in the middle of the room...


"Say what?.!" Red Alert shouted, jumping up from his desk. Demolisher shrugged.

"I didn't hear much, he sent me to get you before their conversation got very far..." Demolisher hesitated. "He's damaged himself, so I first thought he just wanted you to come repair him..."

"By Primus!" Red Alert cried, and rushed out of the room with First Aid hot on his heels. "You'd think Optimus could have given us a warning that this might happen! I should have realized a time-jump would have affected her sparking-time..." Red Alert groaned as he transformed and tore down the street with his lights flashing. "Optimus and Starscream are going to kill me if she dies..."

"Red! Oh brother... It's a good thing he's equipped with tools," First Aid muttered, grabbing a medical kit before transforming and racing after Red Alert. Demolisher transformed behind him and rumbled after them, not bothering to keep up because he knew he wouldn't be able to.

"Car-transforming mechs... They're lucky, the lot of 'em..." Demolisher growled. Being a tank definitely has its drawbacks... I wonder who that was..., he thought irritably as a red and blue fire-truck sped past, following Red Alert's sirens with its own blue flashing lights. Even wide-load trucks can go faster than me, Demolisher thought jealously ...


Optimusprimus001: XD Demolisher's got Car-Jealousy!

Demolisher: Shut up. They're lucky, the lot of them! (whining) They can do sharp, quick turns... drive really fast...

Optimusprimus001: ... And have bright paint jobs that makes it easy to spot them and shoot at.

Demolisher: O.o; Hadn't thought of that...

Optimusprimus001: And how many of them are armed with 14 guns?

Demolisher: uhm...

Optimusprimus001: Exactly! XD Being a tank has its advantages too...