I'm writing this way against my better judgment, which tells me that I have three stories already that I never update and I shouldn't start a fourth, but I am, so oh well. Updates may be sporadic and far between, but this is my pet right now so I may be paying more attention to it. This is my first TF fic of any kind, ever, so go easy. I watched Armada and Beast Wars when they originally aired, which was years ago, so I'm not very good with remembering them. I have however seen the 2007 movie (I'll get around to RotF eventually, I'm currently pretending that it doesn't exist, along with TF: Animated. They mess with my perceptions of TF, and I like them the way they are.) and I've read a lot of FanFiction and I've decided that I like G1 the best (though I've never seen it), so this will have G1 and '07 movie elements, and possibly parts of other things because I'm not always sure what's from what. I found inspiration in a few stories, so I'll give them their due now so I don't get in trouble later. Ideas came from the fics Little Brother by Meiza, and Replacement and Welcome to the Ark by outerelf. These ideas will all show up eventually, you'll recognize what I mean later...maybe. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, but I do own Blitz.
Little servos grabbed desperately at metal plating, trying in vain to stay in the arms of their creator. The seeker trine gazed sadly down at the little mechling, their creation, their reason for being. Large bright green optics stared up at them pleadingly, begging not to be sent away. Skywarp couldn't take it any longer, and he grabbed the sparkling up in a fierce hug.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he whispered in the sparkling's tiny audios. Thundercracker placed a soothing servo on one of Skywarp's wings, rubbing it in a calming motion while the youngest of the trine, Starscream, looked on with tears pooling in his optics.
"You'll be okay," Starscream murmured to the sparkling, which was followed by vehement nods from his trinemates. "You're a seeker, and not only that, but you're our sparkling. You're a fighter; you'll be okay. You'll be okay." He kept repeating the same line, to convince his creation as well as himself.
Vos was unsafe. Rumors of war had been circling for deca-orns, and news had just been sent that indeed armies were being formed on both the Autobot and Decepticon sides, and that the Decepticons were fast approaching Vos. First to come would be the recruiters. They'd find any mechs that were willing and able to join, be it from fear or because they actually believed in the cause. Then, rumor had it, they'd lay waste to the city.
The trine could not have that, not with their sparkling there. To ensure his safety, he was being sent off to Praxus to stay at a neutral compound. This was one of the last ships scheduled to leave the city before the apparent impending attack, so the launch pad was covered with tearful creators and sobbing creations. Their little family was no different.
A small whimper came from the tiny mechling in Skywarp's arms. He leaned back to kiss a little black helm while Starscream gently rubbed the small black wings. A warning call for boarding was called out. They had to hurry their goodbye.
Thundercracker put his hands on his bondmates' shoulders and said solemnly, "It's time." The sparkling began clicking and chirping rapidly in protest, fat tears of energon falling from the adorable green optics.
Skywarp continued stroking the little helm as he cooed, "We love you, with all of our sparks. Don't you ever forget that. We're not going to see you for a while, but we promise that we'll come to get you one orn. Please don't forget us!" Skywarp began sobbing, unable to continue, so Thundercracker had to take over.
"You're probably way too young to remember any of what we're saying," he began as his treacherous mind added, 'Or us'. "But we promise to come find you, no matter where you are or how long it takes. We'll make sure nothing ever happens to you; we'll stop at nothing to keep you safe."
Starscream took over, saying, "We may even end up against you one orn, but we'll be sure to never hurt you, we love you too much to do that. You could be an Autobot and we could meet you in battle, but as long as we still love you we'd never hurt you. And we'll always love you, forever."
Another warning was called, the last one. With energon tears in their optics, the seeker trine whispered together, "Goodbye, Blitz," before handing him off to an attendant who'd see him through to the neutral compound.
With heavy sparks, they watched as their creation was sent away from them. Skywarp waved until the ship was far out of sight before quickly warping his trinemates and himself to their home; they didn't want to break down in public. It would ruin their chances of getting into the Decepticons.
They'd thought it over and logically, the Decepticons seemed to have a higher chance of winning. While the trine did not exactly agree with the ideals of either faction, they wanted to be on what they believed would be the winning side, for the safety of their sparkling.
That was all they cared about, the safety of their little Blitz. He was everything to them.
Well, that was my first try. Hope it's not too bad. Blitz IS NOT Blitzwing!! They're totally different, I made Blitz before I knew that Blitzwing existed (I was very upset to find that a name so close to mine was already in use), and I wanted to keep the name, so I did. Please review!
