Of Those Lost and Found
A/N: This is a revised story for "Of One Lost and Found". This story has a lot of the same writing from the original, but I will also incorporate "Dear Datapad" (the original sequel following the lost sparkling of Prowl and Jazz). I hope everyone likes this new and improved story. All new writing will come after the third chapter. Feel free to take a look at the original story to get a feel. So, please read, enjoy, and comment your thoughts.
-Writing in italics are flashbacks.
"Carrier, Sire, no! You can't leave me. Please!" She wailed, coolant running down her small face. Her tiny servos grabbed hold of her sire's pede, doing little to tug him back. She pulled harder as each wave of determination hit her, only for her to fall back on her skid plate.
"Moonracer, she will be safe in your care, won't she?" Her sire asked, demand and concern etching his tone as he knelt down to pick up his daughter, and settle her back onto her pedes.
"Yes, sire. We will do all that we can providing-" Moonracer was cut off as a powerful blast was shot not too far away from their position. The miscellaneous debris flew everywhere, scattering after hitting another solid form. Chunks of what used to be a building flew in their direction. Every bot within the perimeter ducked and shielded themselves from the debris; the taller mech swiftly encasing his sparkling in a protective shield.
"Pr-providing that the Decepticons do not harm the youth sectors." Moonracer finished shakily, keeping her body low and on alert for any more debris. Moonracer's blue optics settled onto the tiny frame that was gripping onto her sire's leg, trembling out of fear and crying harder. Her spark broke for the scene before her, but it was all too familiar to her.
"Thank you, Moonracer." The mech said edgily. Turning away from the femme, he dropped down to one knee so he could be optic level with his only daughter. His mate stood behind him, his hand resting on the others shoulder. "Now, Moonracer is going to keep you safe. Listen to her and do not disobey her rules. She and the other femmes will protect you. Stay strong, little one."
The small sparkling shook her head, revealing more coolant building up. "N-no, Sire. Don't leave me-e." She exclaimed, forcing herself into one last hug.
"We must. To keep you safe." He whispered in her audio. He returned the gesture lovingly, tightly. She dug her tiny helm into the mech's chassis, reveling in the feeling of his warm, safe spark.
"We need ta go now, sweetspark." The sparkling's carrier crooned, squeezing his mates shoulder tightly.
"No, no, no!" The sparkling spluttered, latching onto her sire's chest tighter.
"Baby girl, it's time ta let go."
"No!" She screamed again as she felt unfamiliar hands pry her away from her creators.
"It'll be alright. I promise." The stranger crooned.
"No!" She cried out again, this time earning the silence of her creator's backs. She wriggled her body in the tight grip, getting nothing in return. Giving up, the sparkling stopped moving and watched desperately as he creators walked away, leaving her behind the care of strangers. A final tear ran down her face. Her optics were trained on her creators, while Moonracer's were trained on the sparklings.
Both were unaware of the incoming missile.
Blue optics onlined abruptly, peering at the closed bedroom door that led to the rest of the quarters. The room was dark, dark shadows danced along the wall and ceiling; memories of loss, regret, and guilt played around him. Fear fogged the protective glass that lined the optics. His systems started to whine and increase in heat as he struggled to contain his emotions. Next to him, his mate lay quietly, blissfully unaware of the nightmare that infected his recharge status. He longed for his systems to calm and settle back to the steady, humming rythm of his mate's recharge.
Prowl brought in a ragged breath, attempting to calm himself down like he saw the humans do. He sat in silence for a couple of minutes, repeatedly calming his systems down so as to not awake Jazz. Prowl closed his optics, doing his best to shut everything out so he could relax and relieve the stress and tension that locked up his joints. Shifting slightly, and breaking free of the nightmarish trance, Prowl felt Jazz's hand laying delicately in the space of his back, just in between of his doorwings. His mates facial plating was nuzzled deep within his neck cabling, finding comfort and security within the heat of his energon lines, which now started to cool from his adrenaline rush. He felt the warm air cycle through his parted lips, tingling his sensors. At last, focusing on Jazz was just enough to calm him completely.
Prowl raised his optics to look up at their ceiling. The many constellations that hung in the night sky above Praxus was now painted above their helms, courtesy of Sunstreaker. Peering up at the mural, Prowl remembered the glow of her smile as she saw her first shooting star. The soft blue hue of her visor lit up tremendously in awe, wondering what else awaited her out in space. "I wish to be together forever" she had said, all the while pulling at Jazz's digit and pointing excitedly at the night sky. If only forever came true for all of them.
"Prowl,"
"Yes, Jazz," Prowl turned his helm to the side to meet Jazz's optics. Jazz's visor had retracted to show tired optics; concern lacing the blue hue that lit up the darkness.
"Hey, ya a'ight? Jazz asked. Stifling the urge to yawn.
"Yes. I have just been...thinking." Prowl breathed.
"'Bout," Jazz pushed cautiously. His tone soft and hesitant.
"Nothing to concern yourself with; just old memories." Prowl explained.
Hearing the tone in his mates voice, Jazz knew better than to question or to press it. However, he had an idea of what and of who Prowl was thinking about. It wasn't uncommon for his bondmate to wake up in the middle of the night from recharge thinking about the loss of their creation. Jazz knew just how much the loss of her had impacted Prowl. He knew just how much Prowl regretted leaving her with Moonracer. And he knew just how much Prowl blamed himself for her death.
With a heavy sigh, Jazz ran his thumb in soothing circles along Prowl's back. "Ah miss her too," he whispered into the darkness. Jazz nuzzled Prowl once last time and began to peer at the ceilings constellations with him in comforting, yet foreboding, silence.
"I am Optimus Prime; and I send this message to any surviving Autobots taking refuge among the stars. We are here; we are waiting."
Elita One looked down onto the small blue and green marbled planet called Earth. She was currently stationed on the moon with her team: Chromia and Firestar. While all three of them were settling down and prepping for leave the next day, they all watched as the debris circulated the planet. Chromia looked up in an imitation of a human rolling their eyes to the other twos amazement of the foreign planet. Both Firestar and Elita were in awe of the sight before them. Chromia had played Optimus Prime's message three times and memorized the coordinates.
"When are we headed out?" Firestar asked, inclining her head to the planet before them.
"Yeah; when do we get to see out mechs?" Chromia snickered.
"Soon," Elita responded professionally, her tone filled with command. Her optics never wavered from the planet, zooming in and scanning the land for the correct latitude and longitude coordinates for landing. She knew that it has been far too long since the femmes on her team were able to commune with their mates and fellow partners. She herself knew that it has been too long since she has seen her own partner: Optimus Prime. As leader of the femme faction of the Autobots, her character had to be compromised by leadership protocols. However, she was just as excited as her teammates knowing that she'd soon be in the arms of her lover. Until then, though, she needed to keep the strength of a commander.
"Have you contacted Prime?" Elita asked as she turned to face her team of two.
"Yes; I have informed Red Alert of our current position and when we will be arriving. Both Prowl and Prime have been notified." Firestar answered.
"Good. Chromia, any Decepticons within perimeter?"
"No, Boss. The scanners have not picked up anything."
"We leave for Autobot base in one orn. Chromia, keep your scanners on high, and Firestar, keep in contact with Red Alert if there are any changes." Elita ordered, making personal contact with each of her femmes; she dismissed them and all three returned to their respective duties. Elita turned back to look into the darkness of space, to the little planet that would soon be called home. However, it was not home; Elita looked to the northwest, to a bright star. Looking at the small dot of light, Elita remembered all of her comrades and team mates that lost their sparks in their line of duty; one of them being one of her own femmes: Moonracer.
Elita One sighed and dropped her head in a moment of weakness. Moonracer would've loved to be here and experience the adventure, and the thrill of a new world. However, her spark was simply not destined to make it this far with her team mates. Moonracer's spark gave out protecting the younglings that were subject to being innocent victims to this unnecessary war. She had died protecting a very important sparkling. It was for the sake of Moonracer's death and what she stood for the kept Elita fighting harder to win the war. Moonracer would not die in vain but rather be honored for her bravery.
Elita continued to brood quietly while she set herself to work, to helping the other femmes prepare for their journey tomorrow. Walking over to Chromia's station, she went over to help with store items within their travel pods and in their subspaces. They all worked quietly, diligently. And they worked so diligently that they failed to notice the bright, blue eyes peering at them, studying them from afar.
The stranger's optics were cold as they eavesdropped on the three femmes conversation; gaining the information needed to touch ground on the planet a few miles from them. It was just the right information needed to reach both Prime and the Deceptions. The optics studied the femmes for just a few more seconds before disappearing into the darkness of the moon.
I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Please comment your thoughts; I'm anxious to hear your feedback!
