A/N My attempt at a Jet Twin Fic. Takes place AFTER the return to Cybertron. Enjoy.

The factory had caught fire without warning. Flames were everywhere, too big, too fast, to intense for them to fight them. They had tried to escape, tried to run, tried to get out. It was useless. And now they were trapped.

Trapped.

Dying.

And she…

"Brother, stop! You are going to be killing her!"

"I am trying, brother! I am trying! I cannot move!"

Jetstorm watched in horror as Jetfire tried to break the metal wrapped around him and the tiny femme pressed to his chest. It was difficult, because if he pushed to hard he would crush her against himself and if he didn't hurry…

"Brother!" Jetfire sobbed in between the femme's screams. "Brother I cannot stop! I cannot stop! I CANNOT STOP!"

"I am coming, brother! Hold on! Hold on, brother!"

Jetstorm writhed on the ground, trying desperately to dislodge himself from the equipment piled on top of him. He wasn't strong enough. "Hold on!"

"Brother!"

The metal around them was beginning to melt. The femme was still screaming.

"Hold on…"

Her cries faded to choked cries as the blackened metal began to melt onto their plating.

"Brother!"

The pile shifted, another ton of equipment slid from the top, crashing into his back and burying him further.

"Hold on…"

His vocalizer was muffled.

"BROTHER!"

He couldn't struggle anymore. But he HAD to!!!

"HOLD ON!"

"BROTHER!!!!"

Jetfire's voice was a piercing scream. As the metal finally separated and the femme fell away from him, covered in the now bubbling plasma of mixed metal and her own frame. He fell to his knees, sobbing, trying to crawl towards her, liquid metal still clinging to his frame.

"Hold on…please hold on…"

Jetfire's head fell forward onto her chest plate and he lay still, optics dim.

"She…"

"Hold on…" Jetstorm's voice cracked under the pressure, but he couldn't stop.

"She's…"

"…no…"

"She is offl…" The dimmed optics flickered to life.

"NO!"

"Offline. She's offline!" Jetfire sat up sharply, optics locked on her frame in horror.

"No, Jetfire! No, no, no, nonononono…"

Jetfire's head fell back in a wail, his servos raised to his own spark.

"I have deactivated her! I am murderer!"

"nonononononono…" Jetstorm continued to sob. "It is all right…it is being all right…nonononono…"

Jetfire's next words were lost in a keen of loss and horror. Jetstorm wished he could move, wished he could curl into a ball, wished he could throw himself onto his brother, to comfort him, to make him better. He wished a lot of things. When he finally drifted into the darkness his last wish was that he would never wake up.

OIO

"You could not control it…calm down…It will be all right…"

"No…I killed her…I cannot fight back. I cannot control it anymore. It is too much. I am dangerous."

"You are a weapon, a weapon too young to control your powers without your brother. You could not have prevented what happened. You didn't know."

"…Take me offline."

"What?"

"I am not deserving to live. Take me offline, please."

"…I'm afraid I can't do that, Jetfire."

"…why?"

"Because Jetstorm still needs you."

"Jetstorm would be perfect if it was not being for me."

"That is not true!"

"Yes. Is true. If Jetstorm was being alone, he would not need to be controlling me. He would be normal. I am not safe. Please! Take me offline!"

"I…I can't. What are you doing?"

"If you are not assisting me in the going offline, I will be offlining myself."

"NO!"

Jetstorm surged upward, his optics wide and bright with horror. Jetfire glanced towards hi s brother in surprise as his twin crashed into him, carrying him to the ground as he struggled to take the scalpel from his hand. "No brother! Do not die! You must stay online! Do not leave me!"

Jetfire sat up, forcing Jetstorm into his lap while holding the scalpel above and behind his head, out of reach. His optics were bright with surprise. "How are you moving, brother?"

"What are you meaning?"

"Your legs…"

Jetstorm looked at the mentioned limbs in surprise. They were bare all the way down to the struts, struts that looked suspiciously new.

"What happened?"

"Your lower frame was crushed by the equipment we found you under." Red Alert stepped forward, catching Jetstorm's attention for the first time. "Sentinel had to push most of the rubble off of you before pulling you out. We were surprised you stayed online long enough to go into shock. Everything below your spark chamber was cracked."

Jetfire's faceplate darkened noticeably and he glanced away in shame and self anger. "I am sorry, my brother. It is all being my fault."

Jetstorm wheeled back towards him. "Negative, brother. It was being my idea to go to the faculty we were sparked in. It is being my fault."

"No. If I was being in control of my powers, I would have been stopping the fire before it started…" His optics dimmed with pain. "Not making it worse for us."

"Jetfire…"

His twin cut him off. "If I had been letting you hold…her…she would not have been touching me. I would not have…" He began to shiver. "I would not have offlined her…my powers…were not under my control...again." Coolant leaked from his optics. "And now, they will lock me up…for being a monster. I am worse than Decepticon."

Jetstorm turned around and managed to settle in between his brothers legs after a moment of struggling. He pulled his brother's head forward against his chassis, coolant of his own dripping onto his brother's helm as he shuddered in his arms.

"Hush now brother. It will be okie dokie. Jazz and Sentinel will be taking care of us. We will be all right…hold on…"

Jetfire shook his head without lifting it, not wanting to pull away from his brother's gently humming spark.

"We must be strong, brother. She… would not want us to be crying."

Jetfire stiffened. Jetstorm clung tighter, suddenly terrified that his brother would explode again. When Jetfire spoke again, his voice was a low whisper that made Jetstorm's spark ache.

"You are right, my brother. Now is time for acting. Not for thinking." He sat up, lifting his hands to cover his brother's servos on his shoulders. "I am being stupid. If I run away from the problems I make, then I really am no better than Decepticon." He raised his eyes; using every drop of control he had over his motor functions to force a smile. "I am now wishing to speak with Sentinel and the big boss Ultra Magnus." He said, not looking towards the medic as he addressed her.

Red Alert hesitated, not wanting to leave them alone so soon after Jetfire's little "fit". Then she looked at them again, Jetstorm's optics rose to meet hers and he managed a small, confident nod. She slipped out without a word.

As soon as she was gone Jetfire buried his face in his brother's chest again. "I am leaving, my brother."

"Where are we going?" Jetstorm responded coolly.

"I am not knowing. I must learn to be in control. So I do not harm them again. And I must do it alone."

"Indeed, brother. It would not do for the others to stop us."

Jetfire sat up, optics hard. "I am not bringing you with me, brother. It is too dangerous!" His hands burst into flame, singing his brother's arms. He flinched and pulled back in horror.

Jetstorm didn't even flinch.

"It is more dangerous for you to be going alone." Jetstorm's expression remained calm and assertive as he raised his own hands to cover his brother's servos, bathing them in ice. He pressed his face closer, forcing their optics to meet. "You will not leave me behind. I will teach you to control yourself."

Jetfire remained tense for a long moment. Jetstorm didn't waver. Then his optics softened, relief flooded his stance and he collapsed onto his twin's shoulder. "Is that threat?"

"No. That is promise."

They lay there for a long moment. Then Jetfire whispered: "For Sari."

Jetstorm nodded. "For Sari."

A/N yes, that is who they killed. I use way too many OCs already, I don't want another one. (She may or may not be dead. I'm not sure yet. Ideas?) Anyway, if ou want more, please feed my vampiric plot bunnies with your reviews. Thank you.