Me: haha! I'm baaaack! Along with your favorite two mech's. Annnndddd, one not so liked. I noticed some people were mad that I allowed Disigenu to live, but trust me, he had to-
Inferno: You're giving it all away.
Me: Sorry! (Grin's wickedly while Inferno's back is turned.)
Red Alert: (twitch, twitch) Inferno… She's grinning.
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Something's wrong. Something is completely wrong. What's wrong? I can't remember…. NO! Something is wrong! Get up! Red Alert's optic's online suddenly, sweeping the room as he lunged for his rocket blaster. Instead of seeing Decepticon's or any attack at all, his optic's were met with a tiny, cramped room that was bare of just about anything.
Slowly Red Alert lowered the rocket launcher, and sighed. For some odd reason his glitch had been on overdrive lately, making Ratchet supremely irritated. Red Alert gently placed the rocket back into it's recharge chamber, and silently sat back down, burying his head in his hands.
Almost unbidden, thoughts of the past month rose up. Disingenu, the one who had caused him to loose everything he had. Inferno, the one who had given almost all of it back with a single smile. Inferno, the one who currently was off on a mission, making Red Alert's spark twist in terror that he might somehow die or get hurt…
Then, in a flurry of motion to get his mind off of Inferno, Red Alert opened up his calendar for the first time since he had ever gotten on the Arc. And froze in surprise. It would be his creation day soon.
The hand holding the calendar began trembling as Red Alert, for the first time in many vorns, truly thought about his hometown. Red Alert stared hard at the date, and finally came to a decision.
Silently he curled up on his bunk. Tomorrow Inferno would be coming back, and tomorrow Red Alert would ask Prowl for the one thing that had been often discussed, but never acted upon.
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The data pad in Prowl's hand dropped, as Jazz stared at Red Aelrt, optic's disbelieving. Red Alert stood there stiffly, well aware that his paranoid glitch was going into an all time high. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. But Jazz was already speaking. "Yeah, that would be a good idea. In fact, why don't you take Prowl with you? Both of you can use a vacation."
Inferno said from behind them, making Red Alert turn in surprise, "What's this about a vacation?"
Prowl gazed at Red Alert, optic's warning him that the next time they got alone, Red Alert was going to questioned closely, "Red Alert asked for a vacation."
Inferno stared at Red Alert, who shuffled awkwardly. "I was planning on visiting my home town."
Inferno blinked, his mind instantly making the connection. "But, Red Alert, you—"
"I must."
The tone was flat and toneless. Prowl's optic ridge rose fractionally. "Very well-"
"You and Prowl can go on a vacation while the rest of us take control of the ship." Jazz finished.
"NO!" Came two horrified screams. For a second, both Prowl and Red Alert had a horrible vision of returning to the Arc to find it in ruins, and all bot's drunken, claiming that they had done their jobs.
Jazz looked stunned for a second, when Prime came through the door, frowning slightly. Both of the commanders straitened, as Jazz and Inferno drifted to the sides of the room. Uh, oh, both commanders thought, staring at Prime. He has the look of wanting to help that somehow manages to get us into even deeper trouble then usual…
"What's going on?"
"Red Alert is going off for a vacation, so Prowl should go along too." Jazz said from his very safe position of at the door frame.
Both Prowl and Red Alert fixed him with such infuriated glares, Jazz knew that even if this gamble didn't work and Prowl didn't go, he would not be allowed within eighty yards. For the next eighty vorns no doubt.
The thought almost made Jazz want to retract his statement. But then he thought of how hard Prowl had been working lately, and decided against it. Prowl needed a good long rest. Prime was in agreement apparently, for he said, "Very well then, Prowl, you shall accompany Red Alert."
Both exchanged stunned and despairing glances. Only one thought was prevalent in their CPUs'. The Autobot army is doomed.
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Good huh? Poor, poor Red and Prowl. They're going to be stressing out.