Inferno: Good ending.
Me: Aww-gack! Ok!Ok!
Inferno: (has writer in strangling hold) Good.
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Inferno stared horror-stricken at Red Alert, who lay curled up in his own pool of Energon. Every second that passed, the pool got larger. Then, with a desperate voice, he called, "Red Alert!"
Red Alert's optics flickered for a split nanosecond, and then he off lined. Inferno felt as if his spark had stopped, as he scrambled towards the unconscious Red Alert. The click of a gun froze him in place. "Looks like I'll have to try again." Disingenu murmured, eyeing him. "It's all your fault you know. If you had simply let yourself be killed, Red Alert wouldn't be nearly dead."
Inferno was raging like he had never done before. Red Alert lay only three feet from him, close enough to touch. But there was an annoying pest in the way…
With an enraged roar that echoed off of the halls, making more then one bot start from their recharge, Inferno charged the mocking mech with the intent of obliterating him. Disingenu whirled out of the way, gun snapping off towards the fire truck. He missed.
Inferno turned faster then the optic could catch, rammed into him, sending both flying into the security camera, crushing it. His hands reached unerringly to the neck, and found the right wires. With a vicious yank he pulled them out.
Disingenu collapsed, and Inferno breathed heavily into the still, peaceful air. A slight moan attracted his attention, and he whirled.
Red Alert had curled up into an even smaller position, his hand over the gaping wound. Frantically Inferno paged Ratchet, telling him that Red Alert was hurt. Ratchet replied that he was on his way, along with a list of things that Inferno should do to keep Red Alert from going into shock or allowing his glitch to resurface.
Inferno carefully stretched Red Alert out, murmuring soft, nonsense words. He was aware that he was babbling, but he didn't care. Red Alert's harsh breathing kept up the hope. The fire truck's hand closed over the wound, trying to keep as much energon running through the systems.
It simply bubbled past Inferno's ineffective one hand. With a groan of frustration, he switched his gaze back to the unconscious Disingenu. Silently he debated the mech for a split second, and made a decision.
It took nearly two weeks for Red Alert to recover. During that time, teams were sent out to find Disingenu. They eventually found out that he had defected over to the Decepticons, and placed a price on his head.
It wasn't until another three weeks after the incident, that Inferno managed to convince Red Alert to watch the sunrise.
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Inferno wove easily down the long hallway, dodging and ducking the various pipes and tubing that stretched down it. The light was bad here, and there were no security cameras. But that was because when the plasma cannon's of the Arc were in use, this hallway funneled the plasma. Any mech or camera would be fried in an instant. Besides, there was only one way in or out, and Red Alert had several cameras nearby to catch anyone coming through.
Inferno chattered easily, his accent small, but still tangible. Red Alert simply let Inferno's welcome voice was over him, chasing away the nightmares of Disingenu. Finally, as Inferno began to climb a ladder, Red Alert asked, "Remind me again why I agreed to do this?"
"Everyone's agreed that the sunrise's here are marvelous, and that you should see. However, they've all taken up all the space below, so we're going to go up above."
Inferno didn't mention he wanted to be alone with Red Alert. He was subscribing to the cult of 'if-you-don't-tell,-nothing-bad-will-happen. Maybe-something-good-will.'. He had to admit inwardly that it made no sense, but he was currently willing to go along with it.
Red Alert silently followed, his footsteps sometimes disappearing as Inferno's louder ones engulfed his sound. Inferno restrained himself from turning around and holding Red Alert.
Red Alert followed Inferno, his optic's dark with remembering. Even with Inferno's calming, healing presence, Disingenu hung over his head like a dark, angry cloud. Every time he looked, those cold blue optics mocked him, and every time a bot spoke, it was Disingenu who seemed to speak. He had subsequently avoided all company, except for Inferno's.
Red Alert mused on the fire truck as he continued up the ladder which would lead them outside. So intent with his musing, he nearly bumped into Inferno when Inferno paused on the rung above him. Instead, some inner mechanism warned him of the close proximity of another mech. He stopped with millimeters to spare.
Amused, he watched as Inferno lifted the lid above him, and climb over the top. As Inferno bent over to climb, Red Alert was presented a rather nice view. Wow, he has one cute skid plate, slid through his mind. Red Alert allowed his CPU to play with the image before dismissing it. Inferno's hand extended towards him.
Red Alert didn't hesitate. As soon as the hand was close enough, he grabbed it. Any touch he could get was precious, and this wasn't an opportunity to miss. Inferno didn't even grunt as he effortlessly hauled Red Alert onto the small platform. "Only a breem until dawn." Inferno breathed, his optics cutting through the dark.
Red Alert nodded, and settled down nearby the hole. He had brought along his rocket launcher for once, determined to be prepared for the day. Inferno sat down nearby, and then was up again, pacing.
Knowing that Inferno liked to pace when contemplating, Red Alert watched amusedly. Finally Inferno settled nearby. "Red Alert, why do you…"
Red Alert waited for a few moments before it was clear he wasn't going to continue. "Do what?"
"Dedicate so much time to a job that no one ever thanks you for. I know that while others may save the day in battle, it's because of the security director they can sleep safely and soundly. Why do you do such a thankless job?"
"There…" Red Alert paused, unsure of what to say. How could he explain to Inferno that part of the reason's why he does this job would be so that he could watch Inferno without anyone noticing, or that he did it so he could reassure himself, in the dead of night, that all was well? "There are perks." Red Alert said finally, groping for words.
"I get to see so many different things, I can be part of everyone's life all at once, yet remain separate. And, the biggest perk is that I can make sure the one I love is safe."
Red Alert fell silent, wondering if Inferno would get the message. Dawn slowly crept in, painting the sky with her wonderful hues, but it was forgotten.
Inferno was stunned by Red Alert's answer. He already loves someone, his CPU lamented, sorrowing to his very spark, he is lost.
Inferno struggled to speak. "Then, who is the one you love?"" Inferno asked, standing up.
Red Alert shot him an odd look, but he too slowly stood up, Inferno had a vague idea of finding out who it was and destroying them, when Red Alert spoke. "I think you would know them very well."
"Red Alert, don't—mmmm…" The heated exclamation was broken off as Red Alert moved fast. Before Inferno could protest, Red Alert had yanked the mech to his level, and was currently kissing him. For a few seconds, the fire truck was stunned by his friend, no lover, his CPU corrected. Then, it stopped as suddenly as it began.
Inferno glared, wanting the kiss to go on longer, but Red Alert was already beating a hasty retreat. Inferno's CPU was scrambled. All his wire's screamed for completion, but his love had just run off.
Growling a curse at Primus for making Red Alert so unattainable, Inferno headed down the shaft.
Red Alert collapsed in the security room, unbelieving. He had just kissed Inferno. He wasn't sure what caused him to go so far, but he was sure that the fact that Inferno looked ready to tear whomever it was he was in love with to shreds, made a large factor. Then his hands acted on their own accord, and he was kissing Inferno.
Red Alert felt the wire's heat up, and he crossed the room for a data pad. Might as well get on with the work. Forgetting that he had given Inferno the master code for the room, he began wondering how he was supposed to explain this.
Inferno silently punched in the regular code. Didn't work. He glared for a few seconds, before punching in: 352255. (A/N: can anyone guess what this spells? Cookie to that person who can! Hint – think text messaging, and it might not be the first for it) The door slid open smoothly.
Red Alert stood in the middle of the room, back to the door, data pad in hand. "He won't return it, he won't return it, he won't return it" was whispered in a mantra. Red Alert subscribed to the cult of say-it-out-loud-to-make-sense. Inferno allowed the door to shut and lock before silently gliding up behind Red Alert.
Before Red Alert had the chance to react, Inferno grabbed him, spun him around, and kissed. Red Alert stiffened and automatically tried to back up. Inferno held on, trusting that once Red Alert recognized him he would relax.
Eventually Red Alert relaxed, nearly melting into Inferno's arms. Inferno's grip shifted from griping Red Alert's arms, to around the waist. Finally, Inferno had to know. "Red," He breathed, "I want to know. Are ya ready to go on? If not, I understand."
Red Alert was silent for a few seconds. Then slowly he said, "Not right now." Inferno sagged in defeat, and let him go. Or tried to at least. Red Alert's own arm's curled around his neck, keeping him bent down.
"I'd rather wait until your in my bunk, and a few mechs in this room, so that way I can focus on you and only you."
Inferno purred, "I think I can wait."
That's it folks. Can't do the whole mech to mech thing, and I'd probably ruin it anyways. So use your imagination. Thanks to those who actually read it, and please review. The button is calling your name.