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Without You	By : ToonQueen Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Slash - M/M Views: 1437 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This time I listened to the song "The Outsider" by A Perfect Circle. The song itself has NOTHING to do with the scene. But, breaking it up line by line it kinda fits.

Next chapter will be the secound half of the song.

I'm starting to think this will be a 10 Part story.

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~Help me if you can
It's just that this, this is not the way I'm wired~

Quickstrike's processors compared it to the bubble wrap Vishal had first shown him two summers ago. However, He was not popping Vishal's yellow plates back in with the same force used then. Instead the insect bot gently rubbed each plate one at a time, til the tan skin under it became pliable and allowed it to sink back in.

If Strike had not been worried about Vishal's health he would of curiously watched how it worked. The armor literally liquidated through porous shirt the boy was wearing, and returned to his skin. He held Vishal still, not dare moving him from the fire escape. Quickstrike wanted to make sure the boy's breathing was regular before moving him again. Vishal's breathing had become stronger as Strike started to massage in the chest plating.

"Vish? Notch? Can you hear me?" Quickstrike tried to arouse words from his friend. He had no clue where their base was, or if he could leave the boy at a human hospital. He could take Vishal to the tower. But he had no idea of Vishal's creators lived there, or if they were still at the so called base. It had to be two in the morning, so no employee's would be there as well.

Quickstrike very very gently massage at some plating that touched the edge of Vishal's damaged shoulder. One of his pointed 'talons' slipped and touched on the exposed blue circuits. Strike pulled his hand back quickly, reacting as though he had cut Vishal completely open. The boy made a moments sound of static that turned into a normal human cough. The insect bot's optics lit up, hoping to get some direction from his friend.

"Mommy, can I take another sick day from school?" The boy deliriously muttered. Quickstrike sighed; at least Vishal's breathing seemed more normal, yet still weak. He was pretty certain he couldn't fix Vishal on his own knowledge. Going to Autobot's would be easier if he knew where to find them. He had a third option. He knew it was risky, but it was his only hope.

~So could you please,
Help me understand why~

His wings were finally functioning enough to take short hopping flights while he held Vishal. He wanted to be a few blocks away in case the Decepticons came back. Quickstrike then searched his processors for a com frequency that had been given to him ages ago.

"Starscream, this is Quickstrike. You may not remember me-" the young bot found himself cut off by the old Seeker.

"Ah yes, I remember you. Blackarachnia's little accident, hm?" Starscream's snotty voice could be heard over the com. He was doing his usually belittling of a bot. Quickstrike's faceplate contorted to show the growl he wish he could audioly project. He kept himself silent however, wanting to make a deal with the traitorous bot.

"I have a bot that needs repairs. I know you can do repairs," replied Quickstrike firmly. He remembered learning to always use a strong voice with Deceptions. He could not show a moment of weakness or hesitation.

"Oh, ho ho, and in return you will....." Starscream had a moment pause, "Join my ranks?"

"No," muttered Quickstrike back. He looked down at Vishal in his arms. Now that the shielding from his chest was pushed back he looked like he was sleeping peacefully.

"Well, I'm not going to fix your *friend* for nothing," grumbled Starscream, "How's this. You bring them to the coordinates I'm sending you, and you'll do a job for me."

"Fine," grumbled Quickstrike as he opened his com to receive coordinates from the annoying Seeker. The points were actually pretty close to where he was. He had a feeling in his spark moving Vishal around a lot was not good at all. Quickstrike hoped that this was a good sign that he was doing the right thing. The organic bot then turned his com back to its protective settings.

The insect bot did his short hopping flights to get to the location. He had Vishal tucked against him like a human baby. He made sure to keep the boy's upper torso held as gently as he could. Quickstrike knew the main injury was there. Despite their size difference, the insect thought of Vishal was an equal bot in strength and ability. But now the boy was a fragile human. He felt like any wrong move on his part could make Vishal worse.

Quickstrike found himself at the mouth of a warehouse. As he saw there wasn’t any human around he carefully walked in. He felt defenseless, since he could not go to his insect mode and hold Vishal at the same time. He knew that Starscream had always been interested in 'recruiting' him. He hoped to be able to take advantage of that.

~You've given in to all these
Reckless dark desires~

The inside of the warehouse was almost completely empty. From the inside it looked more like a hanger than an abandoned building. There was a second level that was more like a balcony overlooking the open lower level. Starscream noticed the insect bot enter.

"My, you got here quick. I trust it wasn't hard to find?" Starscream said from the overlook. He then flew down in his bot mode to greet the organic bot. He raised an optic brow at the human teen in Quickstrike's arms, "Hm, I was expecting the injured bot to be one of your sires, not the Autobrat."

"You will still honor the deal," Quickstrike's purple optics narrowed suspiciously at the Seeker. He had made sure to make what he said a statement and not a question.

"I can see what I can do. But I can't promise anything. If any of his fleshy organic bits are the cause of his statis I can't help you there," stated Starscream cooly, "On the left upper side of this building is our 'med bay.' Take him there and I'll assess his injuries while you run some errands for me."

~You're lying to yourself again
Suicidal imbecile~

Quickstrike made sure Vishal was securely held in just one arm while he shot web with the other. He attached to the balcony and then zoomed up on the web. It was the safest way to get Vishal there with minimum movement. The 'med bay' was a medical berth salvaged from the Nemesis. The size of it dwarfed Vishal in comparison. Once Quickstrike put him down, the boy seemed to instinctively curl up in a human fetal position. The insect saw the body language that he too would sometimes do when he was severally sick.

"Strike.....," muttered the human speck on the large robot berth. Quickstrike hoped the boy still wasn't delirious. This was his last chance to not need Starscream's help. As the insect bot stood beside the berth he leaned over to whisper in Vishal's ear.

"Vish, you need to tell me where I can take you," Quickstrike asked as softy as he could. He saw that Starscream was still downstairs. The Seeker was talking to one of this clones that just came in. The insect bot knew it was probably not good to show care for the boy in front of a Decepticon. On the other hand, he probably already gave away enough by wanting the boy repaired in the first place.

The boy's eyes opened and he looked directly at Quickstrike. Vishal's still armored arms twitched as he looked confused. The human Autobot had never had his body armored in some places while in human mode in others. Quickstrike wondered if Vishal needed his whole body armored pressed back in, and not just his chest.

~Think about it, put it on the faultline
What'll it take to get it through to you precious~

"Where's Ratchet?" the boy's question ended with a slight hum of audio static. Quickstrike did his best not to soften his optics as he looked at Vishal with concern. The teen knew he was on a medical berth, but had no other awareness of his surroundings.

"I can get you to him if you can tell me where to go," Quickstrike repeated his question again. Vishal's eye's widened as he focused on a figure behind his friend. Quickstrike turned to see what Vishal was staring at. One of the Seeker clones had been in mid air, floating behind Strike. Vishal's deep purple eyes became glazed over before closing. The boy had slipped into stasis again.

"Heh, Starscream says you're to come with us for back up while he looks over your damaged human bot," the blue Seeker clone explained, "Not that I NEED any help. I can do this fine on my own."

Quickstrike narrowed his purple optics at the Decepticon. He then heard some clicks behind him. The insect bot turned to see Starscream turning on some of the medical machines. Strike knew he was in too deep now to back out. There was no reason why Starscream wouldn't help like he said. At the same time however, Quickstrike knew not to trust him completely.

"Well, lets see how well you can keep up before we let you join," smirked the cocky blue Seeker. A purple Seeker stayed meekly a good distance away from Quickstrike.

"I don't WANT to join! I-," but before the insect bot could finish complaining the blue one flew off. He went into the sky through a large hatch window open in the warehouse ceiling. Quickstrike took a look back at Vishal and then turned to his alt mode. Though his wings were sore, he strained them to keep up with the blue Seeker. He did not want to be seen as weak.

~Over this. Why do you wanna throw it away like this
Such a mess. I don't want to watch you.~

The purple Seeker barely followed behind the two. He seemed quite frightened by Quickstrike's wasp-spider mode. The insect bot did his best to keep up with the blue Seeker. He hoped to get through this whole situation by just acting tough and playing by his audios.

"So what is the chore we have to do?" Quickstrike made sure to keep his speaking at a low mutter. His organic wings strained to keep up with Seeker fuel jets. He hoped the mission he was being sent on would not expose him to humans or Autobots.

"We need to do some grocery shopping.... at Sumdac Labs," grinned the blue clone. Quickstrike knew now that he did not get his luck from his 'mother's' side.
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