Title: File Made Void
Author: Red Wasabi
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Notes: Thanks to Emilo for the idea! Thundercracker/Bumblebee; possible multi-chapter. But only i receptions is good!
Rated: PG-13
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Thundercracker's digits delicately grazed the side plating of the off-lined mech in his berth. It was the first time Thundercracker had stopped to look at the beautiful peace of machinery since he had first stared working on erasing his core memory files. Primus even after all these vorns—Bumblebee was still the most dazzling mech he'd ever known. Thundercracker's digits lightly traced the cool mouth plates below him; it had been far to long since he had felt those wonderful plates up against his own.
Thundercracker's optics flickered coldly as his digits traced over the red emblem painted onto the cheery yellow chassis. That emblem—Thundercracker's optics closed in sorrow—he hated what that emblem had done to him—to them.
' "I went to Kaon."
Bumblebee's optics widened in shock, and anger. "You did what?! Haven't you been listening to the announcements, Kaon is a slagging time bomb, it's not safe to go there anymore."
Thundercracker shook his head and sat down next tot he irate mech glaring up at him. "How can you be fine with just sitting back an allowing a handful of elders decide everything for you Bee? They tell you Kaon is a lost zone, and you believe them; it's just not right. I only wanted to see it for myself."
Bumblebee growled angrily at the blue mech next to him, "The elder have taken care of all of us for longer than either of us have even been online! You can't just decided that their an obsolete model now, and try and replace them!"
Trembling, Thundercracker took Bumblebee's digits in his own, " But that's where you're wrong Bee, I can decide. I can decide all on my own. I don't need elders to tell me whats good and whats bad. None of us do. The system of government we are using, it's outdated. The power should belong to the mechs like you and me, not a handful of old rust buckets who never leave the chamber of the ancients. Megatron, he has some good ideas-- " Bumblebee's mouth plates opened to respond but he shut them when Thundercracker shook his head with a frown and continued. "--granted not all of them are good; but he wants to put the power back into the ordinary mechs digits. He wants us to decide."
Bumblebee shook his head and drew the somber mech into a tight embrace, "Come on TC, can we not talk about that right now. Everyday I go into Iacon and have to hear how it's getting worse; how there might be a civil war if the elder aren't careful. Every single day I have to listen to those 'Autobots' preach to us neutrals... I don't want to fight, and I don't want war."
Thundercracker tensed in Bumblebee's arms, "I joined the Decepticon Army."
Bumblebee's core processors froze. "You what?" he hissed his blue optics flashing brightly.
"Come with me please Bee. We could be together!" Thundercracker winced at the desperate whine in his vocalizer. " And when all this is over we can come back here to Uraya, it'll be just like we never left; except we'll be able to choose our own fates."
Thundercracker wanted to scream in frustration as Bumblebee wrenched himself away from his embrace and slowly backed away. "Bee, think about it, we could--" Thundercracker's plea was cut short when Bumblebee's face plates pulled into a sour snarl.
"No. Don't you dare try and talk to me now, Thundercracker," Bumblebee viciously spat out. Bumble walked swiftly to the door their living complex. "If you'll excuse me, I have to go go and talk to an Autobot about a a job in their army." Then he was was out the door and gone. '
That red mark on Bumblebee's chassis symbolized everything that had gone wrong in life. Everything that had separated them. The mark had to go.
Thundercracker's digits trembled giddily as he scrapped the red insignia away from the chassis of the off-line mech beneath him. He was almost done; all he had left to do was re-paint the unconscious bot in more 'appropriate' colors. Thundercracker's chisel scratched away the remaining red paint. Carefully he reached for the can of purple paint that would cover up the last few remnants of yellow paint stuck to the mech's frame. After all those were Autobot colors; and this mech was a Decepticon—now.
Thundercracker looked up, his red optics flashing curiously at the re-charging form of the purple and red mech on his berth. Without waking up the mech snorted sleepily and rolled over to face the wall; his arms covering his face instinctually trying to block out the light from Thundercracker's work bench.
Thundercracker sighed in annoyance. Starscream had warned him that when a major procedure like wiping the core memory takes places, the mech in question usually takes much longer to re-charge then normal. Thundercracker hated depending on Starscream for anything, but when he had heard who the prisoner captured in the last raid was—he had to swallow his pride and ask the insane scientist for his expertise. He couldn't let Bumblebee slip through his digits—again.
Thundercracker smoothly stood up, and walked silently to the berth. Slowly he sat down, careful to not disturb the purple mech snoring next to him. It still seemed like a sim. it him, a wonderful, amazing sim. One that he was terrified would end at any breem. Hesitantly Thundercracker reached out and stroked the gleaming purple head plates. His mouth plates curled up into a satisfied grin. Finally, Bumblebee looked just as he had pictured him in his simulations for the last three hundred vorns. He'd always known that Bumblebee would wear his—their armies crest much better then that blasted red one.
It had been hard convincing Megatron to allow him to fiddle with Bumblebee's core processors instead of taking the bot straight to Soundwave for interrogation; but Thundercracker had finally been able to appeal to the tyrants sense of cruelty. It would be far crueler to make Prime and his crew fight against a brainwashed comrade then it would ever be to simply torture the 'bot to death. Fortunately for Thundercracker that idea had pleased the dictator immensely.
Thundercracker's audios perked as the mech beside him began to mumble quietly and roll towards him. A pair of sleepy red optics flickered hazily at Thundercracker's face.
The mech's mouth plates opened in confusion, "Where am I?" Thundercracker couldn't keep an ecstatic grin from growing across his face. Bumblebee hadn't looked at him with anything other then revulsion for vorns—not since he'd—made that first mistake.
Timidly, Thundercracker pulled the addled mech into a desperate embrace. The tension in the purple mech's frame slowly dwindled as Thundercracker moved his digits gently across his frame, making him shudder in pleasure.
"Where am I? The mech repeated his question, trying desperately not to pant as he spoke.
Thundercracker nuzzled the frazzled mech in his arms. He'd been so glad that Megatron had approved of his idea, because he really hadn't wanted t do it in secret, but he had been prepared to if necessary. This was his last chance to fix the mistakes of the past. The yellow chassis and bubbly attitude of the 'bot who had betrayed him was gone. All that was left of that long, lost ghost was what was here in his arms now—in the form of this new 'con. And Thundercracker was never letting this mech get away.
Thundercracker's digits dug deeply into the back seams of the mech a top him. A loud moan ripped from the purpled mech's vocalizer as he tried to concentrate on the low mumbling voice of the mech who was pawing at him.
"There was an accident, you sustained a lot of damage to your core processors. I was so afraid that you wouldn't on-line again—Ghoststar."
The purple mech paused, and looked into Thundercracker's optics appraisingly. "Ghoststar? Is that my name?"
Thundercracker ignored the stab of guilt in his chassis, "Yes it is, do you remember anything?" Thundercracker could feel his fuel pumps slow, and his air compressor halt painfully as he watched the thoughtful red optics flicked in concentration above him.
Finally the purple mech replied, "No, I don't remember anything at all."
Thundercracker smiled broadly up at the perplexed mech. "That's ok, I can tell you everything you need to know. Would you like to hear about yourself now?" The purple mech slid off Thundercracker and nodded excitedly. "Well, to be begin with you are a member of the Decepticon Army; and you're my lover..." Thundercracker continued explaining, his smirk of triumph growing with every nod of acceptance form the purple mech. They'd never be apart again—he'd make sure of it.
AN: Does TC come off as a little obsessed/crazy to you? Cause that's what I was going for!