Sam - Wohoo! Found it! Ha! Skartplug thought he could hide it from me! But no! He thought hiding it under his berth in the tightest corner would prevent me from locating part two! But no!

Skartplug - Actually... I was watching it and fell asleep halfway through. It must've slipped down the side.

Sam - ... o.o

Skartplug - I'm not bothered anymore Sam seriously. If you wanna upload my memory files then so be it. Just try and have a lil privacy with certian ones...

Sam - Will do!

-Resuming Memory File Playback-


"So how do we know for sure you haven't messed up again?" Drillz watched over his brothers shoulder as he worked on his blaster. It was damaged form their latest fight with the Freelancers. Rollz looked up at him and smirked. "My experiments always work"

Drillz raised an optic ridge "Yeah... like the makeshift bomb project, and the triple veiw project, and..."

"They're projects. I said my EXPERIMENTS always work"

Drillz stepped back. His brother was right, of course. Rollz was a genius of anything from simple viruses to Spybots and even trojen dowloaders. There wasn't much he couldn't do in a bots' systems. He could cause pain, pleasure, even an overload. He could tear a bot apart piece by piece if he must. Drillz smiled. This was going to end very well...

"Plus, With the new technology I've designed, Syndrome won't be able to find it with a simple scan" He closed the panel on the blaster, handing it back to his brother "And if he tries a thorough scan, he'll end up copying the virus to himself"

"Bro, you are one evil bot" Drillz tapped him on the shoulder, subspacing his weapon. It almost looked like new, except for the obvious add-ons Rollz had installed.

"Why thank you!" Rollz laughed. Drillz joined him as they both stood and made their way towards their quarters for some well earned rest.


" Now you just lay there and let me finish what I was doing. I'll be right back" Skartplug nodded, watching Syndrome leave the room.

As soon as he was gone, the medic sat up and wandered over to his desk. He made it a few steps before crashing down on the floor, his left leg burning with the same sensation he had felt before. He heard Syndrome drop something, and used the noise to let out a quiet pained squeal that he wasn't able to keep in. Unfortunatly for him though, Syndrome heard him and came running back to the room.

"Come on Skarts ya gotta rest!"

Skartplug rubbed his painful leg, the rush slowly subsiding. He didn't dare move incase the jolt came back. Syndrome lifted the dark medic off the ground. Skartplug could feel the movement of the virus inside him, shifting towards his upper torse then back to his legs. It was like a scorpion-like creature was running around freely inside him, stinging certian areas with a large jolt of electricity. He allowed Syndrome to slowly walk him back to his berth in silence, not daring to oppose incase Syndrome decided to sedate him.

'Note to self... Don't move' He smiled quickly then gritted his teeth as he lay back down. He hated being out of action but the fact that Syndrome had discharged him from duty until further notice left him no choice. Syndrome sighed.

"Gimme a few breems Skarts thats all I'm asking. I'll send Napalm on his way then I'll be back to scan you. You move again and I'll tether you to your berth you got that?" Skartplug smiled. The true 'medic' side of Syndrome was showing and he didn't even realise it.

"Alright doc I'll stay put" Syndrome blinked blankly. No one called him doc! That was Skartplugs title!

"Erm... alright then. I'll... be back soon" he quickly left the room. Skartplug chuckled quietly but it subsided as his small movements made him want to purge his tanks. He groaned quietly, a small rush sliding through his back then back to his front. A question kept bugging him as he stared up at the white tiled ceiling of his private office.

'Should I tell him now or later?'


"Thanks for the update Airstrike"

"Tell the others I say hi!"

"Will do Flash!"

Firestorm looked behind him as someone attempted to sneak up behind him.

"That Flash and the others!" The shadow ran forward and appeared as Bullet. The silver Suberu pushed Firestorm out of the way, smiling widely at the screen

"Hey Flash!"

Flash giggled "Heya Bullet! What you been up to?"

Bullet shrugged, still smiling "Nothing important! Its all boring! Next time Firestorm says we're going on a buisness matter I'm bringing something ta do!"

"Move your aft!" Firestorm pushed his way back onto the screen. Bullet waved goodbye as he was pushed aside "As I was saying before I was RUDELY interrupted!" Firestorm glared at Bullet who was offscreen somewhere. He regained his straight form "We'll be back soon. I hope you guys can last that long! If theres any problems call me immeadiatly and I'll-"

"Yeah yeah we know Storm! Speak later!"

Firestorm nodded "I'll get back as soon as I can. Firestorm out" and with that said the screen fell blank. Flash stopped giggling and sighed happily. Airstrike smiled. He liked it when Flash laughed. Everyone did. It was so rare these days that it was almost every members mission to make him laugh. He just loved how it was so full of innocence. There were no impurities in it at all!

"Airstrike... why are you looking at me like that?"

Flash cowered slightly. Airstrike shook his head "Oh... sorry... Phased out for a moment there" he smiled "Come on. Lets go bother Skarts until he releases Napalm" Flash smiled widely at the sound of his best friends' name. He immeadiatly jumped up and ran to the door. Airstrike hadn't even aknowladged he had moved...

"Come on!"

Airstrike stood up "Alright Alright I'm coming!"


"Your good to go Napalm! Just don't put too much pressure on that leg for a few cycles..."

Napalm sat up. Syndrome read over the medical notes Skartplug had left at the end of the bed, turned them upside down, then right side up again. He couldn't understand a word of it! Every word was another piece of medical garbage that Syndrome didn't have to learn to be a programme medic.

"Good luck with Skartplug. They always say the worst paitent is usually the doctor..."

"I'll be alright"

"Well call me if he's being unreasonable and I'll help you strap him down" Napalm smirked, pushing himself off the berth. He wobbled for a few seconds, then he took a few steps to double check Syndromes repairs. Syndrome gulped. Napalm wasn't the most paitent of mechs. If his leg wasn't fixed to his standereds, Syndrome was in for it. Luckily for him though, Napalm smiled.

"You did a good job Drome"

"Heh... thanks"

Napalm smirked in his usual fashon before exiting the room. Syndrome sighed with relief as he began to pack away all the tools he had used. Skartplug would murder him if he left the place in a mess.


"Napalm!"

Napalm looked to his left to see a small red form running towards him. He smiled, bending down to greet him in a hug.

"Thank Primus you're alright... How did you get back?"

Flash smiled "Skartplug got me out!"

Napalm chuckled as he broke the hug, standing back up. Everyone towered over Flash, but the youngling didn't mind one bit. He enjoyed the attention.

"Airstrikes been looking after me!"

"That so..." Napalm glanced up at the black jet. Airstrike leant against the wall watching over the two. He knew better then to get involved when Napalm and Flash were having a little time together. Napalm held out his hand, shifting his sight back up to the child.

"Come on lets get some rest. I dunno about you but I'm knackered"

Flash nodded, grabbing hold of Napalm. Airstrike sighed. He watched as the two bots left the hall, then he headed towards the medbay.


Skartplug shifted again. The virus moving through his systems was now beyond uncomfortable. Syndrome raised an optic ridge at the results he recieved, scanning the dark medics systems again. It didn't matter how many times he scanned through Skartplugs systems, the results were turning up the same. Every system was operating at maximum efficentcy. That couldn't be right!

"So whats wrong with me 'doc'?" Skartplug turned his head. The saboteur glanced up at him for a moment, then back at his results. Skartplugs smiled turned.

"Whats up"

"According to these results? Nothin at all..."

Skartplug sat up. Big mistake. He quickly fell back down again, an incredibly large jolt hitting his arms. Skartplug gritted his teeth and clutched both arms, the metal grinding and bending under the strain he was placing on it. Syndrome grabbed him.

"Skarts! Let go of your arms mate yer gonna pry them open!"

"Make it stop Drome..." Skartplug gripped his shoulder plates harder the more Syndrome attempted to pull them off. What was going on! Why couldn't he detect what was wrong!

"I'm trying Skarts..."


"But but then Skartplug came in just before Rollz fired and-"

"Flash"

"Huh?"

"Shut up. Please kid I wanna get some recharge..."

"Oh... S-sorry Napalm" Flash's optics lowered to the floor. Napalm could hardly keep his optics focused as he waited for Flash to drop off. He never rested properly until the smaller was asleep. Then he knew for sure he was safe.

"Just thought you might want to know how he saved my life thats all..." Flash lay back down on his berth, yawning as his baby blue optics dimmed. Napalm sat up

"What do you mean he 'saved your life'?"

"Skartplug jumped infront of the programme Rollz was gonna inject into me. He shot the syringe and Skartplug dashed infront of me to intercept it and-"

"What!" Napalm almost jumped off his berth. Flash sat up suddenly "What's wrong?"

"Stay here. I'll be right back"

Flash shook his head "Don't leave me alone please..."

Napalm sighed iritably "I don't have time to babysit you right now! Go find Airstrike or someone this is important!" with no more words said, the navy blue mech ran out the door. Flash sighed, trying his best not to cry. Napalms words hurt sometimes.


'Whats going on? Where am I? What is this place? Am I... Am I dead?' Grindz looked around, floating aimlessly around in a dark area. It was hard for him to see his hands infront of his face seeings as he was black too.

"Welcome Grindz"

Grindz shot to attention, looking round. There was no one there...

'Who was that...How did they know my name?' Grindz's thoughts seemed to echo around the area, worrying him.

"Do you remember what happened to you?"

'How can I forget?' The battle had been terrible on his part. Drillz and Shredz had came out of nowhere! Napalm had tried his best to help, but he was injured. He winced, remembering the scream of pain as they jumped on his already damaged leg...

"Then you should know where you are..."

'Should I? Wait...' Grindz panicked. He was dead, he had to be!

The voice chuckled "No my dear Grindz, You're not dead. You're in Skartplugs medbay critically injured"

'Who... Who are you?' Grindz still hadn't ushered a word out of his vocaliser. Seeings as this 'being' could somehow read his mind, he didn't bother.

"Me? Oh come on you should've realised by now" the once deep voice suddenly became friendlier. Grindz gasped. He knew that voice...

"Sparkz?"

A white transformer materialized infront of him. His look was the same as Grindz, except for the paintjob. They could easily pull of twins, despite that Sparkz was slightly taller, showing he was older. He smiled. It wasn't an evil smile like his other brothers always did no... This smile was warm and welcoming.

"Nice to see you again bro"

"Sparkz! Who- How- Where-" Grindz spluttered, eventually giving in and running to his brother, shaking as he was caught in a warm embrace. Sparkz kissed the top of his helm

"I miss you... I miss you all..."

Grindz looked up "Wait a minute... if you're still missing, then I must be..." Sparkz smiled, gently turning his little brothers head to face three other mechs. They all looked alike. Grindz recoiled for a small moment, when he suddenly realised they wern't attacking. The tallest stepped forwards and smiled, his face full of brotherly love.

"In my mind..."

"Well done..."

Grindz chuckled "Thanks. How comes you're all here? And" he turned to the three standing seperately "How comes you're not attacking me?"

"Because this isyour mind bro! Whatever you want to happen happens in here!" The three walked over the the others, no evil, no hatred, not even a hint of jealousy on their face plates. Grindz almost wept tears of joy. He was with his family again. They were back together...


"Syndrome! I think I know what's wrong with Skartplug!" Syndrome looked up. He was about to start an extensive scan into the medbots mind until a dark figure blocked the doorway. He stood up.

"What do you mean?"

Napalm wandered into the room further "I was speaking with Flash a few clicks ago and he told me that Rollz had a new programme he wanted to test"

Syndrome looked blank "And?"

Napalm sighed irritated. He mentally rolled his eyes then continued "He aimed the new programme at Flash, but Skartplug jumped infront of the flying needle!"

"What!"

Syndrome blinked then looked at the weak medic. He stared back "Why didn't you tell me about that!"

Skartplug winced "Because I thought it was a false alarm..."

"Crikey Skarts! How could you've been so stupid! You should've asked me for a scan!"

"I didn't want to bother you..."

it was Syndromes turn to sigh. He stared at the ceiling then back to Napalm.

"Question now is... how do we remove something we don't know anything about?"

"Hey! That's your job doc!" Napalm shrugged and left the room, still limping slightly on his leg. Syndrome glared at his back

"Would you all stop with the doc thing?"

"Argh!" Skartplug struggled and whrithed again, grabbing onto his hip. He squeezed it tightly, the metal bending under the extreme pressure, causing it to leak out with fresh Energon.

"Skarts stop it!" Syndrome tried his best to pry his paitents hands off of his hip, but to no anvil.

"Stop it!" He repeated himself. Skartplug shut his optics tightly, screaming at the top of his voice

"I can't!"


Sam - o.o...Skarts wheres the rest of it?

Skartplug - How do I know? I'll find it later.

Sam - Look for it now... I have innocent veiwers wishing to read the next part!

Skartplug - What veiwers Sam? You're the only one that reads these! There's hardly any reveiws on any of the files, do you think people actually read these!

Sam - ... That hurt Skarts... That really hurt...

Skartplug - Oh blow it up your axel.

-Transmission Temporarily Interrupted-

-Airstrike.The.Careful.Risk.Taker-