Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, but I do own the femme at the end.
A/N: I'm going out on a limp here and saying that Kup had a sparkmate. And that they were seperate because the war.
Beta read by Lament of Meow.
Stars of the Night
Thousands shone down their light just as pin pricks in the sky but each was special in their own way. On nights when recharge was hard to come by he would go and sit underneath them.
Just as he was doing now.
He counted all of them, and said their names, then the names of all the constellations he knew too. He remembered the stories and legends that go with each of them. He could then use the stars to find his location in the universe.
They were his comfort in this ever changing world, one of the few constants in his life. Sure they had changed slightly over time, but their lives were close to his and as such had changed at the rate that could be compared to a flower changing for a human from season to season. They were pin pricks in the sky, sparks shining down on him, watching over him as he lived.
He had lived for billions of years and much had changed; Cybertron, Primes, his friends, his enemies, his life, his appearance, his name, so much – but the night sky had changed very little. The very night sky he had been named for all those millennia ago.
Kup looked up at the night sky and remembered, thought, and dozed. The night sky watched over him as it had his whole life and would until his death. And he wondered if she, the one other constant he had in his life, was also staring at the night sky looking at the stars and thinking about him. As he did this he could almost make himself believe that she was right there beside him, curled against his side.
Far away on another base and another planet, a femme sat and looked up at the night sky and wondered if her beloved mech was watching the stars with her. For if he was, that would mean they were watching together, even though they are so far apart. Even now she could imagine his voice in her audio telling her the names of each star, each constellation, and all stories that went with each. And she could smile and lean against him, his arms around her. It would be one of their moments together, when they didn't think of the war, or enemies, or anything else but each other.
In the femme's hands was a device that allowed her to feel the night sky with her fingers, even though her optics couldn't see it as she sat below it. Her mate loved the stars, without him there she couldn't see the stars so the device would have to do. Feeling the stars with her fingers, sitting under them, made it seem like her sparkmate was right there beside her that night. It was as close as she could get to him. And it was good enough for now… it had to be.
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