Firestorm and Nightshade

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

"This way" Redempt whispered as she led Firestorm toward the exit, "it's not far now"

Firestorm gasped and clutched his tank when an immense pain ran through it, a small cry of pain left his voicebox and he doubled over. Redempt quickly caught him and steadied him.

"What's wrong?!" she whispered, urgently.

"I-I don't know" the small mech whimpered and tried to curl up, "my tank hurts"

A trickle of liquid ran down his legs and he winced, "I-I think they're coming, my Sparklings"

Redempts optics widened and she quickly began moving with the other in tow.

"We have to get out of here, if you're going into labor than that is bad news, hold on a little bit longer okay"

"Wh-why?"

"The Cybertronians here are cannibals, but they only eat Sparklings" Redempt responded, "and they can smell when someone is ready to give birth"

Firestorm whimpered and moved faster. Soon the two were out the door and that's when they heard laughter and saw the cannibalistic Cybertronians heading their way.

Redempt shifted her grip and picked the mechling up bridal-style before running, the Cybertronians behind her.

Another contraction ran through the mechs frame and he gasped.

"Re-Redempt" Firestorm gasped out, "they-they want out, let me give them life"

"HOLD ON!" Redempt ordered, knowing that giving birth now will be extremely dangerous, "We're almost to the nearest city"

Firestorm cried in pain when another contraction hit.

The femme ran into the city and continued to run until she got to the closest hospital, she entered and yelled for a doctor. A white and red-orange medic raced over with a gurney, he took the young Decepticon from the femme and asked her questions as he rolled the mechling to a room.

Redempt was asked to wait in the waiting room.

~*~

-Autobot HQ-

It had been a week since Miko had safely discharged the Data Cylinder's data out of Bulkhead and into the sky.

Right now, Ratchet was getting ready to test a canister of Synthetic Energon when Raf walked over.

"Hey Ratchet, is that Synthetic Energon?" the small boy asked.

"Well, yes" the Autobot medic responded, surprised by the boy's interest, "in fact, I'm preparing to test the sample"

Ratchet noticed Raf seemed to want to stay.

"I see you've come with protective goggles" the medic joked and was glad that he did when he saw the young charges face.

"I can watch?!" The boy beamed with excitement and glee.

Ratchet chuckled, "we just add some of this to the test engine"

The testing machine powered up once the Synthesized Energon was added. Raf smiled brightly.

"It Works!" the boy turned and called for his Guardian, "BEE!"

Ratchet quickly stopped the small genius.

"This iteration of the formula requires further trial before we can even think about using it for fuel, ammunition, or first aid, which is rather unfortunate, since our own Energon reserves are at an all-time low" the medic murmured, flashing back to some events of the past with a soft sigh, "Our severely outnumbered warriors have been rapidly burning through our stockpile of late as the Decepticon army continues to run us ragged and grind us down. Natural Energon is in such short supply on your planet, and Megatron seems to have his oily claws buried deep in all the earth's deposits. But if we can successfully produce a synthetic form, we can manufacture all the energy we'll ever need."