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Welcome one and all to this funtastic show that we hold dear to our hearts and what little sanity I have left from these two. It's been a long time coming but now that I have some time on my hands I will be able to update….every week. Hopefully. Maybe every Saturday. I hope. And yes those two lovelies were the twins creators. But of course...lets explore them. And how they came to be and end...enjoy.

Chapter 1 The Romeo And Juliet Part 1

Millions of years ago

Cybertron

The bar was comfortable but dark, not something Odyssis preferred but her friends were here so she had to be. She sipped at her energon looking around the busy venue as her friends laughed at a joke. She didn't get it. It went over her helm. Something about one of her co-workers back at her office she worked at.

She turned back to her friend and sighed. "We always come here."

"What do you mean, 'sis?" Pyro, a red colored femme took her drink away from her lips with a smirk. "You say this every time."

The other femme, blue and just as small rolled her optics. "It's nice..."

"Stardust…," she moaned.

"Look, Odyssis. What's so bad about this bar?" The red femme raised her cube. "It's close to home and work, drinks are good, and the people don't suck!" She raised her cube and other patrons did the same with a cheer.

Odyssis covered her face. Pyro was on her third cube of high grade. She was only on her first still. She had work the next cycle. So did her friends. "Alright, alright." She vented a defeated sigh taking a sip from her cube.

Stardust offered her a smile. "Cheer up, love. At least no one has hit on you yet like the last time." Her light and flowery voice gave her little assurance.

The femme snorted. "They knew I came here every night." She smiled remembering the mech that insisted he wanted to take her to his home unit. She did and turned out he was all talk, no action. Literally. She left in the middle of the night.

"He had no clue what he was doing."

"I'm surprised he got his spike in your valve." Pyro offhandedly murmured leaning against the bar more.

Stardust almost choked on her energon. "Okay, none of that…!"

Odyssis chuckled. "Me too, to be quite honest. Heaven forbid he knew I had spike equipment too."

The blue femme almost tipped over her stool. "You do?" She squeaked.

Odyssis chuckled taking another sip of her drink.

"Hey, hey, hey...check out the duo that just walked in." Pyro's voice was low and sultry. Her optics shone bright in excitement.

Stardust looked and immediately her cheeks flushed a bright blue. "Oh Primus on high..." She tapped Odysiss' shoulder to get her attention.

Odyssis rolled her optics indulging them. Past the many tables and dusty decorations hanging limply on pillars, she looked back and...indeed the duo was a sight to behold. They were attractive. "Shh! Don't look!" Stardust tittered in a panic. "Dibs on the green one." She hissed in an excited, loud, whisper.

They turned back around but Odyssis did not. Not when a third mech came into the bar, the one who stood at the lead. He was tall, not too skinny nor lean. Muscle relays were tightly woven and lean, red plating shining like he just waxed himself. She blinked. He was gorgeous… Her spark skipped a pulse. She never experienced her spark do that before.

Crystal blues locked onto her own and for a second her spark stopped altogether. Yes, this never happened before. He observed her for a moment before he tipped his helm just so, acknowledging he saw her as well. He was respectful. A smile graced his lips as he walked forward. She didn't know why, but she had to meet him. And no, not because he was a god in the living metal. Those optics were still locked onto her.

She exchanged glances to her friends and from the mech and bit her lip. Silently, she slipped away. She took her cube with her and walked towards him. The other two mechs were dismissed with a wave of his audial horn adorned helm. Odysiss's spark felt like it was about to imlode. She had heard of sparkmates and sparks knowing who they would be most compatible of all on their own. Stories of mechs and femmes alike told the tale of how they rounded the planet in search of the one their very being craved and needed. She heard two mechs at work tell her of how they came to be. She never knew she would find herself being in the middle of such a tale she had doubts of. Her spark was going to implode. She knew it. Was he feeling the same? Was this stupid fate like in those holovids? What the hell?! And here! At a bar, of all the cliché-

The femme looked back at her friends who were too distracted by his friends coming up from behind to buy them a drink.

"I don't think you have to worry about them."

She jumped turning back to the mech before her. His voice was rich and rumbly. It was clear and strong. A voice that was produced from deep within his chest.

"I hope not. It depends if I have to save them."

"What about yourself?" He tilted his helm.

"I can handle you." She blinked, standing taller looking down her nose. She was shorter than him. By a helm. At least. He chuckled, humored by it. Genuine and soft.

"I like that."

She nodded once more. "You're too shiny to be at a low caste place like this. Looking for your next valve?"

He creased his optics together and cringed. "No." He recovered from the distaste. "I like this place. It feels like home."

She bit her lip. He wasn't a crude mech it seemed. Different. Alright. She got this. She was still cautious. But those optics drew her in and drank her up like a cube of the finest energon wine. And her spark still sang, rather, screamed at her.

He looked her up and down when she hadn't spoken in a while. Odyssis felt self conscious suddenly. They flicked from each part of her body. A shiver went down her spine. In fear or pleasure? She wasn't sure. She didn't sexually advertise herself as much her friend Pyro but she could if she wanted to. She liked to be careful. A smile graced his lips as he continued to drink her in like an artistic piece.

Odysiss was a short femme as well, but not as short as her friends. Her face was sharp and lips were thin. Her optics were a blue. Deep colored, some said. Her partners from before said they got lost in them a lot. Her plating was of a deeper cyan color. More so green than blue.

"What about you?" His voice brought her back.

Her voice was small but she braved through. "I'm here because of them." She nodded back to her friends. This was getting awkward, the continued sizing up made her feel too on the spot.

"Come here often, then?" He smiled. A one sided, toothy smirk that had her weak in the knees. And she too found herself smiling. She fell for it. Hard. All caution went to the wind. She took her first sip of energon since being in his presence. Her spark pulsed in gentle thrums as she accepted this mech's presence before her.

"Depends." She flicked an optic ridge. "Do you?"

That night was a blurr. Drinks were had and bought. And she didn't get flat out overcharged but enough to miss certain details. Important ones. "I mean he left. I mean, I think we kissed. Did we kiss?"

Stardust cringed, of course Odysiss couldn't see past the mesh that separated their cubicles. "I don't know, 'sis...we left after you did. At least we thought you did."

"Frag me." Odyssis placed her face in her hands and cringed. Oh that helm ache was terrible. The goodbye was just as bad. It took her all cycle to calm her spark from separating from him. He was charming, gentle, flirty and all of the above she loved in a mech.

The femme sat up straight upon her dreaming, almost accidentally tossing away all of the data pads on her desk. She scrambled to catch them. Her supplies fell out of their holder and rolled away from her cubicle. There was a laugh.

Anger flared. "You could have commed me!" She hissed quietly not to disturb the office. The data clerks in this office were really stuck up. Numbers made them angry. Not her and her friends though. They found time to have fun somehow and in someway.

"I mean I don't remember what we did. I think we just talked about nothing to be very honest." She picked up a data pad and looked through the mesh that separated her from Pyro.

"Uh huh..."

"Did anything happen?" A small voice asked from across from her.

"No, Star." She sighed. Sadly. "He asked me if I came there often." She found herself smiling.

"Okay? So what about a name." Pyro drawled. There was a sanding noise that began. She was filing her fingertips. She liked to keep them dull. Kaonite fingertips were popular but it bothered the flame colored femme. Odysiss dulled hers as well, it was harder to tap at pads and screens with them. The mech last night seemed to stay true to traditional Kaonite kibble. But...they were delicate, meaningful, beautiful, and dangerous somehow and in someway. She remembered staring at them as she sipped her drink. Funny how he held and moved them just so... Motions weren't wasted when he moved. He moved with an odd grace.

And that is when her smile was ripped away from her lips. She creased her optic ridges together. Realization hit. "He...didn't say."

"What?"

"He didn't say." She repeated.

"Oh shush Star, that's what mechs do. They play the mysterious mech roll because femmes like Odyssis over here fall for it."

"Not true! His optics were what pulled me in I swear!" She realized all too late that did not help her situation.

She chuckled tapping the wall that separated her from Pyro. She sighed in exasperation giving up. She couldn't get him out of her helm. He was always there. And that smile was always the first thing she saw.

"He's no good, Odyssis those kinds of mechs never are."

She slumped forward. She had a feeling she was right. Her spark said otherwise.

Down where they thrived and lived was dark and dreary. Damp and musty. The smell of old energon and fresh intermingled. It was home to Zion. Another harsh blow was delivered into his back. He stumbled forward and growled. He rolled his shoulders to get rid of the pain. A weary smile.

"I mean...she was just amazing. She had a fiery glossa. Her optics…." He ticked his helm with a huff. The smile turned drunk. He got back into position, hands clenched into fists and up in front of himself. Another mech stepped out of the shadow. It was dark in the catacombs where they flourished. The only light source were optics or few energon crystals that hung on the walls in metal grating.

"C'mon Zion. She couldn't be all that special."

He rushed him and Zion moved to the side, arms dropping in bored exasperation. "How many times do I have to say it? She was different I know it! If you just...saw her." He caught a fist that came out of the dark. He looked over at his friend with pleading optics. His spark had never felt this way before. It bothered him. He wondered if he should have seen a medic.

"Well, we didn't. Her friends were too snooty for us anyhow. We know better. What are you even doin'? This slag is what always gets you thinkin'. Thinkin' bout what's out there and not here. You're here now mech not out there. Never will be. Your spark belongs ta someone else."

He threw the fist away ducking as another fist came from the dark. He sidestepped as a blade swooped over him. He fell for her. Hard. He knew it. Something about her he had to learn more of. He knew the chances of seeing her were slim. He knew otherwise than to collect her com number. He had to see her again. Somehow and in someway. He couldn't get her out of his helm. Zion didn't believe in fate...but he was starting to.

"She's just trying to pull you in for your spike." His other friend laughed.

Anger flared taking over his easygoing nature. The air was cut in two by a thin blade. He growled catching it between clawed hands. The smoky air still around him. Optics flicked up to red, fearful ones. "Do not say that." This is what set him apart from the others here. He didn't use weapons. He only used his hands. That and he had class. Manners. Standards. "It's different this time." He repeated. He dared them to say something else. But they were his friends. Those were rare here.

He looked him down between the blade. "She's no good Zion these femmes never are."

Zion didn't believe him. He tossed the blade aside.