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Summary: They'd committed themselves to the Autobots after a tragedy leaves them all alone in the world. When they join the Autobots on Earth, they thought they could live in peace but a chance encounter with the Decepticons leaves them reeling. One femme realizes she needs her other half when she finds her wingmates are bonded mates. Her spark starts searching but the other spark it finds is not the one she wants to be bonded to. She wages a war within and is determined never to give in. SunstreakerxOCxSideswipe StarscreamxOC in later chapters

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Hasbro takes credit. I take credit for Wingbolt and his trine.

Story takes place during the Great War and will end up within the Prime verse in later chapters!

For the sake of the story, here is a list of Cybertronian times. Found them just looking around while bored.

Astrosecond = 0.498 seconds
Breem = 8.3 minutes
Cycle (G1 UK comics) = 2 hours
Cycle (IDW comics) = 1 hour 15 minutes (1.25 hours)
Deca-cycle (IDW comics) = ~3 weeks
Klik = 1.2 minutes
Megacycle (Animated) = ~1 day or ~1 hour
Meta-cycle = 13 months
Nanoclick (Animated) = ~1 second or ~1 minute?
Orbital Cycle = ~1 day
Solar cycle (Animated) = ~1 year
Stellar cycle (Animated) = ~1 year
Vorn = 83 years


In the many years surrounding the fall of Vos, one of the great city-state's of Cybertron, few found refuge within other places. It was said that no one aside from those who had allied themselves with Megatron had lived but that was not true, for those who refused to join him simply went into hiding or sought out protection from the Autobots in Iacon.

Just outside the city of Kaon, the Decepticon capital, a group of fliers snuck through the rubble of an abandoned town, seeking refuge from the Decepticon patrol units. The obvious leader, a mech with silver wings, pede's, hands and faceplates, with a stormy gray chassis, signaled to his group to follow. A sleeker form followed him immediately, followed by the other two. The mech looked at the one beside him with worried red optics.

"Blaze, will you be alright?" He whispered, vocals hoarse from having barely spoken in the past few decacycles.

"I will be fine, Wingbolt," The voice was obviously feminine. The femme was mostly black in appearance with off-white wings, face, pede's and servos. She placed a servo over her slightly distended abdominal plates, exhaling softly through her vents. The mech, Wingbolt, nodded and looked at the other two, specifically a mech that was purple and gray.

"Whiplash, how are you holding up?" He asked when the mech placed a servo over his own chassis.

"Never better," He gave a goofy smile. The mech beside him, who was mostly blue, black and white, chuckled and smiled.

"I think all of us could use some recharge," He said.

"We have to keep moving," Blaze, whose full name was Shadowblaze, protested.

"Stormchaser is right, sweetspark," Wingbolt told her firmly. "With you and Whiplash being as far along as you are, we can't risk moving so much. You two need to recharge."

"It's my turn to search for energon," Said Stormchaser as he looked around, checking to make sure it was safe for them to recharge. The group found a still standing building and rushed in, doing a quick scan to make sure no one else was around as they made themselves comfortable. "I'll be back soon," Stormchaser promised as he left in search of much needed energon. Whiplash and Shadowblaze curled up together, chattering quietly as Wingbolt kept watch.

"Oh!" Shadowblaze gasped softly and placed a servo on her stomach region.

"Did it kick?" Whiplash chirped excitedly.

"Yes! I was worried because he never kicks," She looked at him with wide optics. The purple Seeker grinned and placed a servo next to her's, suppressing a squeal when he felt a rather strong kick as well.

"Wingbolt! Wingbolt! Come here!" He giggled, motioning for the silver mech. Wingbolt rolled his optics but obliged and walked over, arms crossed over his chest. "Put your servo right here," He grabbed one of his wrists and tugged, pressing the servo to Shadowblaze's belly. They waited a breem before he too felt the tiny kick.

"Primus," He whispered, optics wide. The three of them all smiled brightly and soon, the two pregnant Seekers fell into a much needed recharge. It was interrupted by a loud explosion outside that jolted the entire area. Stormchaser came rushing back, empty handed with wide, terrified optics.

"We've got to move!" He hissed out. Shadowblaze and Whiplash followed them tiredly, running as fast as their exhausted bodies would allow them to. It wasn't long before they managed to escape into a safe area, seeking shelter in yet another abandoned building.

"I think we're safe for now," Wingbolt whispered, holding Shadowblaze close.

"I found some energon!" Whiplash brought back four low grade energon cubes. "This place must have been recently abandoned, it's still got an energon supply hidden away." The four Seekers all gratefully drank the energon, replenishing their systems and providing nutrients for the growing sparklings. They all curled up after that, though Wingbolt remained awake to keep watch over his trine mate's. He could only pray to Primus that they would remain safe and that no harm came to the sparklings before or after their birth.

-X-X-X-

The neutral trine was able to remain in the building for a few orbital cycles, undetected by either side and able to find energon to keep themselves well fed.

"Wingbolt, I think it's time," Shadowblaze gasped softly when she felt a very big wave of pain wash over her entire chassis, originating from her abdomen. The silver mech's optics widened a fraction and for a moment, he panicked. But then he remembered his own experience with birthing sparklings, as he'd helped his own femme Creator birth his brother when they were unable to find a suitable medic to do so.

"Whiplash, Stormchaser, I'm going to need your help," He told his trine. The two mech's took up positions on either side of the femme, letting her grasp their servos tightly. It would be a good joor before Shadowblaze finished her labor but in the end, she knew it would be worth it.

"Wingbolt, I am going to tear your fragging wings off!" The femme hissed out when the sparkling chamber contracted hard.

"Just a little longer, sweetspark," He smiled at her. The protective plating that hid the sparkling and protected him was starting to shift out of the way as the sparkling moved closer to the surface. "Alright, sit up for me," Wingbolt murmured once his mate was ready to deliver, nodding to his wingmates to help the femme. They helped to sit her up and each kept a servo on her back, away from her wings, and each winced when Shadow squeezed their hands harder than before. A few klicks passed before Wingbolt told Shadow to bear down, expelling the sparkling into his waiting servos. He gently tore open the protective pouch and rubbed his thumb along the back, urging it to cry. When it did, they all smiled proudly.

"Wingbolt! It's a femme!" Whiplash gasped as he took the sparkling from his trine leader. The tiny protoform mewled and squirmed in his servos. Wingbolt looked up from cleaning the excess materials from his mate's sparkling chamber and smiled proudly. He'd sired a femme! He took the tiny femme from his wingmate and cooed gently while they waited for Shadow's protective plating to slide back into place. Once it did, he handed the sparkling to her and she gave the tiny form an energon line, watching as she latched on and drank the nurturing fluid greedily.

"You did great," Wingbolt kissed her helm with a smile as he looked at the tiny sparkling. "I still can't believe we have a little femme."

"I can't wait until my sparkling arrives," Whiplash smiled, rubbing his own stomach.

"What are we going to do, Wingbolt?" Stormchaser asked, looking to his leader. "We can't stay here much longer but we also can't move now that Shadowblaze has given birth and Whiplash is close behind as well."

"We'll stay for as long as we can find energon," He told the mech. "Once we run out, we will scout out a new location and move as quickly as possible."

"Right," The blue mech nodded and held his bonded close.

-X-X-X-

Shadowblaze desperately tried to keep the sparkling quiet as a Decepticon patrol unit went by the building they were hiding in. She gave her an energon line and she quieted immediately, mouthing the tube but not actually drinking; her tanks were already full from before. Once the patrol finally passed, the trine got up and left, heading for a new sector that Wingbolt had scouted a few orbital cycles earlier. They'd run out of energon only a month prior and had since been looking for a new source.

"Almost there," Wingbolt told them. They heard a whimper from Whiplash and knew they had to hurry. He was going into labor and if they didn't hurry, they would be wide open for attack and capture.

"Stormy, I am going to tear off your spike if you ever come near me again after I give birth," Whiplash hissed through his pain. Seekers were different than other Cybertronians in that either gender could be a Carrier, though mech Carrier's had a much more painful time during labor and delivery.

"Yes, I love you too," Stormchaser muttered as they hurried along. They finally reached the building, which was in fairly good shape compared to those around it, and went in, immediately setting up a place for Whiplash.

"My little sparkling, you're going to have a friend soon," Shadowblaze cooed to the little one clinging to her armor, held up by her servo beneath her. She let out a little mewl and before long, fell into recharge. She could only pray that Whiplash's screams did not awaken her. Poor Whiplash was in labor for nearly a whole cycle before the sparkling was finally ready to leave him and enter the world. When all was said and done, Whiplash and Stormchaser had a healthy little mech.

"Let's hope this place lasts longer than the other," Wingbolt murmured more to himself than to the others. Shadowblaze nodded absently, knowing that they wouldn't be able to move again for some time now that they had two sparklings with them. The femme was drawn from her thoughts when her sparkling started to cry for attention again and she quickly gave her an energon line. She sighed softly and smiled, knowing she was going to be a handful when she was older. She would have to discuss another sparkling with Wingbolt later.

-X-X-X-

After a few months, the trine was forced to move, this time dangerously close to the outskirts of Kaon. Shadowblaze's sparkling was getting more and more active as time went by but she still had a long time before she became a youngling, able to survive without taking energon from her femme Creator.

"I cannot wait until she is old enough to be given a designation," Wingbolt murmured, stroking the little femme's back. The sparkling gave a garbled chirp as she let go of the energon line and began crying because of it. "Sorry sweetspark," He chuckled and guided the line back to her mouthplates. They heard a small chirp and looked towards Whiplash, who was smiling and murmuring to his own little mechling.

"I hope they make a great trine when they're older," Stormchaser smiled at his wingmates.

"I have no doubt that they will," Shadowblaze chuckled. "They'll be growing up together, so they will have plenty of time to form a strong bond with each other."

"It doesn't always work out though," Whiplash grumbled. "We've seen it happen before..." Shadowblaze winced a little. "It can be fine in the begin but then..."

"They have no actual dynamics together and the trine falls apart," Blaze mumbled. It still pained her own spark whenever the subject came up as it had sadly happened to her. She'd grown up with the Seekers who would have been her trine and everything seemed great for some time but then, it all started falling apart. They couldn't work together, none of their thoughts were the same and eventually, it all crashed. The would-be trine broke up and they went their separate ways, hopefully to find other incomplete trine's to join. Shadowblaze had been on her own for vorns before Wingbolt approached her with Whiplash and Stormchaser. It had been an instant connection and before long, she was apart of their trine.

"Let's not think about the past," Wingbolt spoke up, jerking his mate from her memories. Shadowblaze calmed the moment Wingbolt sat behind her, allowing her to lean back against his chest and relax. "Let's all get in a good recharge, we need it," The trine all agreed and they curled up. The little femme was tucked away under protective plating on Blaze's chest, Whiplash did the same for his sparkling and soon, they were all deep in recharge.