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Chapter 6: Skystorm's POV

Carrying Hyperjump was much harder than I'd expected. For one thing, he turned into a fighter jet; that meant he was a lot taller and heavier than both Bee and I. Lifting him was, as humans say, no picnic. Then, of course, we had to stay out of sight of humans, and that meant taking the long way. By the time we got back to the base, I was almost falling over with exhaustion, and Bee was stumbling every now and then.

Bluestreak, the youngest of my older brothers, ran out to meet us, already talking. He always has something to say, even if no one else thinks it's important.

"Hey Bee, hey Storm, guess what happened? Red had his biggest crash since I don't know when, and you missed it! The Hatchet's really, really mad at Sides now, because it was his prank that set it off, even though he's not here, and – did you catch a 'Con?"

"Sorta," Bee grunted. "You want to stop yapping and help us hold him?"

"Oh sure. Sorry." Blue grabbed one of Hyperjump's wings. I winced.

"Be careful, Blue! He's hurt!"

Blue shrugged. "So?"

"So? So?" I glared at him. "You're going to make it worse! We need to take him to the medbay!"

"The medbay? Whoa." Bee turned awkwardly to look at me, setting Hyperjump down. "Storm, we can't bring him into the base! I thought we were just going to call Ratchet, have him treated and then turn him loose."

"Yeah," Blue added. "You can't just dump a 'Con in the Hatchet's medbay. He'll weld you to the ceiling!"

"Like he did you?" I teased. When he blushed, I continued. "Come on, guys. Just help me this once?"

"Help you with what?"

All three of us jumped at the sound of our femme creator's voice. Blast her ninja training! I thought, forcing a smile. "Uh…hi Riella, how's it going?"

"Skystorm, Bumblebee, Bluestreak, who is that?" Riella gestured sternly to Hyperjump.

I glanced from his unconscious form to her. "I brought him back…he needs help right now! Can't we just help him, please?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Riella moved past me and knelt beside him. A second later, her optics widened, and she jumped away as though bitten. "What the – SKYSTORM! Why by the AllSpark would you bring a Decepticon here?" Before I could answer, she was on her comlink. "Prowl, I need you out here right now! No, I'm not going to explain over an open line, just get out here stat!" Turning on me, she narrowed her optics dangerously. "Young lady, we are going to have a very serious discussion later. You know better than this."

"But he's hurt!" I pleaded. "I had to get him help!"

"You didn't have to bring him here to do it," Riella snapped. "You know that. No more arguing."

"But – but – " I stammered, not knowing how to explain. I had to help him!

"What's wrong?" Prowl sprinted out of the base doors, braced for combat. "Riella? What's going on? Is anyone hurt?"

"Not yet, thank Primus," Riella growled. "Our daughter just brought a Decepticon Seeker back to base."

"WHAT?" Prowl's visor flashed, and for a minute I thought he might glitch, but then he turned to glare at me too. "Skystorm! What were you thinking?"

"He's not a Seeker! And he didn't hurt me!" I tried to get my parents' attention, but neither one was looking at me.

I was in deep trouble. And so was Hyperjump.

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