Author's Note: Ok. I'll warn you all now that this has spoilers for chapter 24 of my story Shades of Grey. If you do not read that first you can't say I didn't warn you. Enjoy and I own nothing but my OCs
The Difficult Decision
"Call me a sinner, call me a saint. Tell me it's over. I'd still love you the same. Call me your favorite, call me the worst. Tell me it's over. I don't want you to hurt. It's all that I can say so I'll be on my way"-Call Me, Shinedown
Silverbolt never wanted to have to do this. He would have never wished this decision upon anyone; ever. It wasn't that he didn't think Prime would accept them. It was the fact that they wouldn't feel accepted by anyone else. It hadn't started out this way. The aerial commander of the Autobots had fallen in love with a Decepticon. Blaze had been a medic in training and a scientist before the war. She was clever, sharp tongued, and not at all worried about the fact that they were from different factions. Then they had found out she was carrying. There were three of them, all mechs, and Blaze had teased that they came as their own trine. Still Blaze was far enough away from the main Decepticon force to hide them. Then came the news that she was carrying again. Silverbolt had worried for breems at a time until the next sparkling had come, a femme who seemed to have Blaze's attitude. Once again everything had gone back to normal. Then Megatron had moved his forces and rearranged them.
Blaze had hidden the sparklings but it hadn't mattered. Megatron had found out she was bonded to an Autobot. Blaze had given the sparklings to Silverbolt one night and told him she would be back. He had waited for almost an entire orn before finding out that Megatron had killed her. He had been left with four sparklings and only a couple days of leave left. Silverbolt had finally decided to make the hard decision. The Decepticons would take care of their own regardless of whether they were Blaze's or not. That was why he was here.
Silverbolt shifted position nervously as he surveyed the scenery around him. He didn't like being this far outside of Autobot territory and especially not to see who he planned to meet here. "Look," a voice sneered and Thundercracker landed on the ground in front of Silverbolt. "A little Autobot lost and far away from home."
"I need to see Starscream," Silverbolt said and Thundercracker tilted his head like a very large bird of prey.
"Why do you need to see our illustrious air commander?" Thundercracker sneered. Silverbolt shifted his weight and resisted the urge to unsubspace his weapon.
"Because he has a problem," another cold voice said. Starscream landed smoothly next to Thundercracker, making the younger Decepticon flinch. "Go back to patrol TC. If anyone asks I am checking out a disturbance. Nothing more." Thundercracker nodded and took off.
"I need your help," Silverbolt told Starscream.
"What makes you think I can help?" the Decepticon Air Commander sneered.
"Because I knew you from before the war Star. I know there's a part of you that knows this whole thing is stupid," Silverbolt said.
"How do you know 'Bolt," Starscream said but his tone had softened some.
"I just need you to take the sparklings. I can't raise them," Silverbolt pleaded. "Please Star," he said when Starscream hesitated.
"You have them with you," Starscream stated and Silverbolt nodded. "Fine. I'll take care of them but Silverbolt?"
"Yes," Silverbolt said, turning back to face his once friend now enemy.
"I'll tell them the truth when they're old enough," Starscream said. Silverbolt nodded and without another word he turned and left his sparklings behind. It was a decision that would haunt him for the rest of his life.