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(1st Part of a writing rampage I went on last night when I couldn't access the internet T_T Enjoy!)
===Cybertron= Vorns before the Great War===
"Come and fly with us Carrier!" Wing chirred in ecstatic joy, dropping from the sky into Axe's arms as he folded away his ornately designed wings that sprouted blue fire as Dai Atlas helped him to fly out of the specially designed balcony in the Towers of Altihex. The fledgling jet purred as Axe chuckled happily, rubbing his sparkling's helm affectionately as Dai Atlas descended onto the platform, greeting his mate with a simple content sigh of his vents. "Sire, why can't Carrier fly with us?"
Axe gave his ruby opticked mate a warm glance as he offered his creation an answer, "I don't have beautiful wings like you do Wing. So I need to stay on the ground."
"That's not fair." The youngling pouted, his rare golden optics flaring at the seeming injustice as both of his parents chuckled upon the balcony in the rare sight of a real sunset on the surface of Cybertron as it went on its orbit, a rare travelling star crossing its path. "Carrier should come flying too!" Wing declared, reaching up to grab his Carrier's faceplate and nuzzle an audio flare against Axe's yellow helm crest. "I think you'd have really nice wings!"
Axe chuckled softly kissing his adored creation on his audio flare, the mainly white mini jet giggling as his giant dark purple creator set him down onto his dainty pedes on the tiled floor of the balcony, before trotting off into the extravagant apartment, his attention captured by his scores of toys scattered over the sofa within, leaving his creators bathed in the light of the fading star that was close enough to Cybertron to act like a sun.
Smiling Dai Atlas pulled his startled bonded into an embrace sharing his frame heat that had jumped up several degrees flying around after an excitable Wing, "So how did Wing do?"
"He'll be a very good flier." Dai Atlas said leaning forward to steal a kiss from his bondmate, who looked back into the apartment as he heard their sparkling tumble some building blocks from his imaginary fort, bouncing from the sofa with an excited squeal, his servos clutching his favourite turbo-eagle toy trying to make it fly. "He's already very fast."
Axe laughed, tucking his helm into Dai Atlas' shoulder strut with a content sigh, "Sorry Dai, it just means you're getting old."
The large blue jet snorted in denial, "Not likely. Let's go in before the star's light disappears, I heard it'll get cold."
Axe smiled entering the apartment, joining Wing on the sofa, the youngling bouncing into the dark purple mech's lap with a data-pad, his golden optics wide and pleading for Axe to play with him, leaving Dai atlas to lock up the balcony. "You're getting a bit big for this Wing." Axe chuckled, enveloping his growing sparkling in his arms as the young jet snuggled into him and held the data-pad along with his carrier. "So what story would you like this orn?"
"I want to design some wings for you Carrier!" the red splashed jet chirped innocently, whipping out the stylus from the holder on the pad and crudely beginning to draw Axe's imaginary wings.
===New Crystal City= Decacycles before Drift Arrives===
"Come on Carrier!" Wing chirred with a teasing grin, hovering beside his Sire as they tried some sparring in the air, the ground based Axe watching them from the middle of the training pitch with a fond smile, "Come flying with us."
"Not on your spark." The dark plated mech snorted as even Dai Atlas smiled at the old inside joke between the three of them, "I don't want to get dropped by your Sire again."
"I said I was sorry." Dai Atlas rumbled pushing Wing back with a chuckle as the younger mech rushed in for a quick strike before the large Triple Changer went on the offensive, forcing Wing towards the ground where Axe grabbed his ankle strut and tossed him to the floor, making their sparkling yelp in surprise.
"Besides," Axe grinned down at his sparkling that grumbled something about 'Cheating Carriers' as he rose up onto his elbows, his blue plasma blades off to one side from where Wing had let them go by accident. "Why do I need to be in the air when I can kick your aft on the ground?"