Hay well hello.
Just a random dabble that I've had sitting around for a while, this got cut from the Fractures series(sort of)
I give you a warning now its not beta-ed so please fell free to prod me for the mistakes and gramatical errors.
The flashback is in Italics...onward we go.
It wasn't often that Sunstreaker actually thought of that night in Kaon, in fact he had tried to eradicate it from his memory banks on so many occasions that it was left hazy and detached.
It was the sonata that Sideswipe so often hummed that brought those memories to the surface, he felt his spark twist viciously in its casing.
Sunstreaker shifted in his seat as he watch the blue femme twist and arch on the stage, the dull lighting seemed to enchant her making her glow as she moved in the intricate patterns.
He noted each of the mech in the crowded energon bar, each watched her with a sort of stunned silence as she turned and beckoned to someone in the crowd as more dancer entered onto the stage moving in a corresponding pattern as she took to the front, just out of reach of the closest mech.
A plasma blast emitted form the crowd and struck the femme in the mid section sending her into the wall, chaos erupted as the dancing troop scattered leaving the injured femme against the wall as energon leaked from her side and dark marks streaking over the warped plates of her chest and waist.
A brawl erupted in the room mechs left faction behind and ripped into each other, unsure of where one mech began and the other ended. Sunstreaker danced around mechs in the thick of it, his short sharp claw shrieking against armour and slashing through energon lines.
Escaping the brawl he moved to the dancer, she bleed against the blackened wall as he shifted her slightly to gain better access to her side to repair the leak but her hand stopped him as she shook her head. The look in her streaming optics would haunt him till the day his spark stopped pulsing, the trust in those fading depths as she moved his hand to released the catches of her warped chest plates and revealed the tiny mechling clinging to her fragmenting spark casing.
"Please" was all she could muster before her spark guttered out.
"Sunstreaker?" a tentative question came from the concerned yellow mech beside him "are you...alright?"
His head snapped up torn from his musings to have his optics lock with the hauntingly familiar optics of the femme, he shook his head to clear his processors of those memories.
"I'm fine Bee." he stated quietly, Bumblebee gave him a doubtful look as he rose from his seat,
"If your sure." he murmured as he left throwing a last concerned look as he disappeared into the hall.
Sunstreaker let out a small content sigh once he checked the room was empty, no matter how much energon he had shed or how many sparks he had extinguished he would never regret taking the tiny yellow mech in his hands and bringing him to the Autobots.
Because in truth it had been that mechling that had salvaged the empty, broken parts of his spark and given him a small semblance of compassion, the one thing that has drawn a line between himself and the Decepticons
Oi I need to stop being sentemental... I think Sunstreaker is going to kick my rear end for this... any question feel free to ask.