Chapter 6 of this story! Yay! Just so anyone who bothers to read any of my stories knows, I have a very busy week and weekends. Volleyball almost every day of the week, homework, not to mention sleep and eating requirements! I'll probably only be able to post late on Friday night, and maybe Saturday night. Just so you know, so...yeah. Anyway... Disclaimer- I do not own Transformers or The Secret Saturdays. I do not gain profit from any of this.
Chapter 6
"What? Jolt, that's insane! I can still help Iris!" Ironhide insisted, sounding annoyed. "No, Ironhide, you don't understand. You've taken in too much of Iris's power. If you take in any more, it will kill you! When you're gone, Ratchet will be devastated. It's just a fact. If he follows you, we'll be without a CMO! we can't risk it. Besides, if Ratchet couldn't follow you, would you want him to suffer?" Jolt pointed out. Ironhide paused and saw the sense in Jolt's words. Ratchet could be so fragile sometimes, though Ironhide would never to say that to the medic, unless he desperatly wanted a giant dent in his helm from the slagging wrenches Ratchet always threw. Ironhide also didn't want him to suffer; he'd do anything to prevent Ratchet from suffering. Slowly, Ironhide agreed and stepped back.
"So, who is going to be the third stabilizer?" Ratchet demanded irritably; he was annoyed they were treating him like a fragile sparkling. "I'll do it," Jolt offered. Sideswipe jumped at his mate, pushing him away as if that could prevent him from even thinking of being a stabilizer. "No! Absolutely not! Jolt, take my word for it, you do not want to be a stabilizer. Promise me you won't!" Sideswipe all but begged. "Okay, I won't Sides, I promise." "Well, how about I do it?" Prowl offered. Again, someone protested. "No, Prowler. You don't want to suffer this, and I really wish you didn't have to see this. Ratchet, do we have to stabilize now, in the open?" Jazz asked. "Yes! There's no time to move! I need a third stabilizer now!" Ratchet bellowed.
Mudflap had been standing next to his twin and looking on in silence with a million thoughts flying through his processor. The undeniable fact that he felt a connection to both humans made it hard for him to not volunteer. Then what was holding him back? Certainly not Skids. Why shouldn't he help? He felt their powers, no, their souls crying out for his help. Even if he offlined helping them, it wouldn't matter, because Skids wouldn't care; he had Leo to hang out with now. Skids no longer had time for his twin. It was the combination of all these things that made small, useless Mudflap step forward and say, "I'll do it."