I decided to start my drabble collection since there are just too many plot bunnies floating around in my head. Any of these stories could eventually grow into something more but until my muse decides to work with me I'm putting em here. Enjoy.

I don't own the Transformers.

Drabble 1: Set in Transformers Prime. Starring Dreadwing. Word count 365. Rated T.

The Cost of Honor

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Dreadwing vented a sigh as he stared over valley with sad optics, and a pained spark. The planet's satlite hovered overhead casting it's pale light to illuminate the pale tears of solvent on his faceplates. After so many orns... he had finally found his twin... and was still damned to be separated.

It hurt.. Primus did it hurt.. the once numb ache had become a spiraling void that was echoingly empty... He stared over the place cursed by his brother with a heavy yet hollow spark. "Why?" he breathed as he clenched his fist. "Why did it come to this?"

"What can I say? My honor is important to me." Had been Sky's last words to him. Dreadwing shook his helm. it was how they were raised, honor bound by their word... even if others of their kind had failed in this tradition.

Starscream... anger boiled the energon in his veins at the lack of a spinal strut the supposed Prince of Vos possessed. At one point in time his family had been guards for the Royal trine, Naturally following their illustrious leader into what would be this overly drawn out war.. only to learn of Starscream's tendency for backstabbing and cowardice.

But by the time this had come to light they had given their vows to Megatron and the Decepticon cause...

If only it hadn't been for thier vows... Their honor... They could have quit the war, perhaps found solace amongst some nuetral colony...

"Honor is all we have left in this slagging war."

Look where their honor had gotten them..

His spark ached, tightly pulling on something invisible in the night... perhaps a whisper on the wind... He could almost imagine his brother's pained and hollow cries on that voiceless breeze...

"If only there was a way I could free you Brother..." Dreadwing whispered to the air as he closed his optics as he tried to still the pain in his spark.

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Unheard, unseen, and untouchable, the other's cries of anguish, sorrow, and rage cried as it's other half stood unaware of their proximity... The hollowness of his spark cried for it's other half... unreachable..