Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, nor am I making a profit by writing this.
This is the long-awaited sequel to the fic, 'Ghosts.'
It takes place several years after 'Ghosts,' so the hatchlings are now in their late-twenties (in human years).
Enjoy!
As always, feedback is appreciated.
Promises
Prologue
The crowd was thick and moving, unaware of the Autobot among them; and the sea of bodies parted as the mech's holoform crossed the floor, his limbs gently nudging them aside. The music blared, pulsing faster and faster, his sparkbeat mimicking the heavy bass. He was told not to utilize his holoform to mingle with the humans in such a way, but he couldn't resist; the ways of human kind intrigued him greatly.
His cerulean eyes darted about the dance floor, watching the humans drown themselves in alcohol and sex. It was quite the spectacle, but one does not learn simply by visuals alone, therefore further inspection was needed...
"Scope, where are you?"
The holoform twitched as the signal came through. Irritated, Scope quickly focused on the entity, keeping it stable, lest he was discovered. "The Nero Station, on Main Street," he droned, "Why?" The voice on the other end softened: "Don't be like that." He smiled a little, feeling Speedy's playful scowl from across their link.
Scope then trailed his fingertips along the side of his face and closed his eyes, allowing the electronic sounds to lull him back into a trance as he attempted to squeeze every last bit of bliss from the experience, knowing he would have to depart from this wonderful heaven.
As he turned, Scope felt a hand stroke the thin fabric of his shirt. "Leaving so soon?" asked the woman. The casually dressed 'man' offered a fleeting smile; "It is an emergency. Have a good night." He continued on his way, leaving the structure to enter the glossy black Lexus LFA parked outside. With the windows tinted, Scope was able to disengage his holoform and drive off without incident.
Flashback
"I've missed you…"
"Yeah, I've missed you, too."
"Moonracer arranged this big gathering for us, but you never showed up. Why didn't you show up, Scope?"
End Flashback
Scope entered the base, his optics flitting from one bot to the other—searching. He soon found his target hovering over an energon dispenser, and slowly made his way over to the confused female. "What's up?" The ice-blue femme jumped, quickly hopping onto the dispenser in fright. "Don't sneak up on me!" Scope smiled at how easy it was to ruffle her feathers, so to speak. He helped the femme step down, mindful of the poor structure of her right leg. "I was beginning to think you would miss this one, too," she said, gently brushing him off. "I hate seeing Moonracer so upset."
"She was upset?" He gently pushed by the femme to obtain a small cup of energon, his audio receptors tuned in to her berating. "Yes, Scope—her only child runs off into the unknown, ignores her calls; she was worried about you." Scope downed the container's contents in one go. He then lifted his gaze to Speedy: "Where is she?"
The light blue racer led her friend to his mother's private quarters, leaving him to confront the young female alone. Scope stepped through the open door, letting it close behind him before greeting the sharpshooter—only; it wasn't his mother that met him there. The mech was shoved back against the wall, his breath hitching at the abrupt contact. Scope stared into the shadows as the outline of another began to take shape, the mismatched optics revealing his attacker's identity.
"Perceptor…"
Just as the name left him, the youth felt his cheek bear the impact of the mech's fist, causing him to fall to the floor in a heap of burning pain receptors. "What the hell, Perceptor?" He emitted a groan as he moved to stand. "You deserved it," said the sniper.
"And that's 'sire,' to you."