Warrior Star had charged on, long through the day and deep into the night before she finally stopped, warnings and alerts blaring through her processor as she found a place to hide and shakily transformed.

Primus…I'm tired, and hungry. She thought, curling into a loose ball before slowly fading into recharge. Just before she fully went into recharge, she felt a light tug on her spark, something she hadn't felt in so long that she was instantly alert again. She raised her huge head, her cobalt blue optics brightening marginally when she felt it again.

Shadowfang.

Shadowfang, Keystone, and Swiftpaw had all been on different planets when they had taken flight for Earth. Each was going a different speed so that they would all arrive in the planet's atmosphere at roughly the same time.

Shadowfang was still restless, remembering the light touch on his spark, a fleeting image of a huge bronze armored face and cobalt blue optics looking down at him as they played, and all the emotions that went along with it.

Warrior Star…I wonder how much you have changed. He thought, his spark spinning rapidly in his chest as he remembered how her optics would change when she was happy and when she was sad, how they'd brighten when she sensed a challenge…and how they dulled with grief when she came back to her senses from Shockwave's virus and discovered that she had killed a mech, one that had been dearly loved by so many, and she realized that she had left part of Cybertron in utter ruin.

Shockwave took so much from us…him and those slagging Decepticons…they stole your spark, destroyed our family, and sent our creators to an early grave. Primus, I can't even put into worlds how badly your exile hurt me, and our brothers…dear sister, I hope that we find you well.

Without thinking, Shadowfang reached out to Warrior Star through their bond, trying to touch her spark as she had his. However, his inattention didn't last long. She felt him, and she reached back. Immediately his crimson optics brightened, his spark spinning so fast that he thought it might burn out when he realized that she was right there, after so long of not being able to feel her spark or hear her voice.

Sister? He asked, trembling slightly with barely suppressed joy, and then he deflated when he didn't receive a response after a little bit. He was just about to retreat when he froze suddenly as her voice whispered in his audios for the first time in several millennia.

Hello, Shadowfang. It has been much too long, brother…are Keystone and Swiftpaw well? Her voice had changed, he realized. It was much deeper, a little rougher, but he could hear the warmth in her tone, the love and the happiness buried within that she had finally found him again after so long apart.

Indeed, sister, they are well…we are heading to you as we speak. When you reached out to me…I couldn't believe it. I thought you were offline. He had spoken rapidly at first, his tone high and excited, then he had stumbled at the end and his voice had darkened. He couldn't believe how silly he sounded, like a love struck youngling or a little sparkling. His sister's deep chuckle put his processor at ease, and as she spoke again, he realized how wise she sounded, and it pained him when it hit him just how much her exile had changed her, as well.

How little you have changed, Shadowfang. Still with that youngling spunk at spark…how did you find out where I am, brother? I couldn't reach any of the three of you when I tried before… He felt a twinge in his spark, realizing that it must have hurt her to not be able to reach them, no matter how hard they tried. Then he remembered that she had asked him a question, so he answered swiftly.

We received a data burst…from Optimus Prime. Considering how close the timing was between the receipt of that message and when I felt you reach out…we all believed that Earth was our best bet to try and find you. Were we wrong, sister? His question brought a moment of silence, and he sensed a whisper of rage from his sister's spark at the mention of Prime's name. He wondered at this, remembering how much she had admired Optimus in the past, then she spoke again.

No, brother. You were not wrong. How soon will the three of you arrive? Any questions he may have had about her anger faded as he did a quick calculation.

We should be in Earth's orbit within three human days, sister. But we can speed up if need be. He added on the second sentence as an afterthought, sensing some tension in his sister before she replied.

Please do. But don't damage yourselves…I don't want to lose you, not after I just found you again. He sent a wave of love her way, realizing how much he had missed her somewhat overprotective nature. Then the proverbial lightbulb went off in his processor, and he swiftly asked another question.

Something wrong, sister? Shadowfang prayed to Primus that she wasn't hurt, or in imminent danger…he didn't want to lose her either. Her reply made his spark go cold, and both Keystone and Swiftpaw felt it, growing alarmed at what they were feeling from him.

Everything, Shadowfang. Everything.

A/N: A little more of the brothers for you...well, one of them at least. That and I poked a stick at Warrior Star's history with Optimus, in a very non explanatory type way. I think I'll work on that a little more later in the story...but I'll work on the brothers and Warrior Star first. :)

To my dear reviewers, favoriters, and followers, thank you so very very much for your readership! Ya'll rock! And as always, love if you will, hate if you must. I will take anything that you care to dispense.

Until we meet again...

Kani