Disclaimer: I do not own transformers, they are owned by Hasbro. Chestnut and Illusion are my creations. Based in G1. Implied Slash and m preg– no like, no read. No flames or harsh comments. Constructive criticisms welcome. Enjoy
The next day, Chestnut woke up in his ramshackle home, only to see that the bot he had saved was trying to stomach the recycled energon, but kept throwing it up. The larger bot groaned, as having been used to the stuff, he couldn't understand how someone couldn't stomach the stuff. But seeing no one else around, Chestnut cleaned up the bot, and accidentally opened a subspace where the bot had unknowingly stored an emergency ration of energon. Chestnut grabbed some of this energon, and before giving it to his patient, he tasted a bit – he was surprised how sweet and luxurious it tasted, as he had never tasted energon that had not been recycled, and now he could understand why the bot's tanks rebelled so bad.
"Settle down, Disaster, I don't need ya purging yur tanks everywhere. Drink this" The larger bot said, gruffly, and Illusion was quick to do as told. Once he tasted the energon he was used to, his tanks settled down and he was able to now study his "rescuer."
"T-t-t-thank you" Illusion said, his manners still intact, as they were so ingrained in him.
Chest rolled his optics, as this was the last thing he wanted to hear, though deep inside it felt good – not that he would ever admit to that. He studied the bot, now that it was day light. The light weight metal plus the expensive features told Chestnut even more about this bot he had rescued. Obviously, this bot didn't belong down here in the dumps. He looked like he was from the ritzier part of Cybertron. And while the tough bot had heard of tower mechs, he had never met one and the towers had been completely demolished – hence he would be unable to check things via that route.
One of Chestnut's few friends, who feared the bot, soon carefully approached the larger bot.
"Keeping the spoils for yourself, huh man? Can't say I blame ya, after all I could probably actually afford more high grade energon from selling him for scrap" the obnoxious bot said, which unexplainably pissed off Chestnut, to the point he threw the unwelcome bot out of his area.
"If you want to live, you will get out of my sight in 2 nanoseconds" Chestnut threatened, his optics black in anger. The other bot scrambled, not wanting to be offlined by the larger bot, as he had heard just how sadistic Chestnut could be, as Chestnut had single-handedly killed several bots merely with very minimal effort.
Once the nuisance was gone, Chest returned to his rescued bot, only to find the bot shaking and afraid. Chestnut tried to approach the scared bot, but the bot moved away, still scared from the look he had seen. The larger bot sighed, as this was going to be hard to find the bot's home if the bot was terrified of him.
Back at the Autobot base, Mirage was frantic with worry, to the point even Optimus was worried about his mate. Mirage was furious that nothing had been found out about his twin. It was like the bot had disappeared, which was absurd, but Mirage was also convinced the Autobots weren't looking hard enough for one of their own. Mirage would have gone, but being sparked, Optimus refused to let the bot go. It was all Mirage could do to hope his twin was ok. Mirage had tried using his twin link, but nothing doing, and Mirage was worried that his twin was upset at him as that was the only time Illusion never answered their twin comm., or so Mirage knew about. In reality, Illusion didn't even remember he had it nor would he have remembered how to use it had he remembered he had it. He had turned off before leaving the base, as he had been upset that Mirage had a mate and he didn't.
Back on the streets, Chestnut was watching the scared bot keep away from him. The large brown bot didn't have time for this, and lunged, grabbing the scared bot in his arms. There was only one place Chestnut figured he could find information – a really old streetwise bot who went by the name "Rage" due to his infamous anger from when he was younger. Chestnut carried the passed out bot over his shoulder to go meet Rage, in hopes of finding information.
As Chestnut approached, Rage came out and greeted the bot, as Rage was the only real friend chestnut would ever admit to actually having – especially since Rage was the only bot not afraid of him or his size.
"Rage,I need some info" Chestnut stated, before opening a subspace.
"And what will I get in return" rage asked, to which Chestnut pulled out scrap metal that he had ripped off some young punks and that could be used to cover Rage's open areas in his metallic skin.
"Alright, and I see you have some nice specimens here, what info can I tell you?" rage asked.
"tell me what you read off this bot" and with that Chestnut laid Illusion out for Rage to see.
Rage smiled, as it had been years since he had seen a bot like this. "This mech is a tower mech" rage stated as he explored the bot. "he must have been in a real scrap as he has fire and laser burns on his chassis, something no street bot has, only the cons have such a weapon." And then, after moving a bandage, rage noticed something chestnut missed. "Don't harm this bot – he is an Autobot – see there is his mark" rage pointed out. Chestnut nodded, as this gave him a place to start.
"here you are old man, some recycled energon" chestnut said, in thanks.
"Oh good" rage stated, and soon took the energon and retreated.
Chestnut transformed into his nondescript vehicle mode and drove through the streets with the passed out bot inside him. He had to make his way to the outpost he knew where Autobots were posted to watch for con activity. He only hoped that whatever poor sucker of an Autobot that had gotten stuck to work at that outpost would be able to give more information.
