Disclaimer: We do not own Transformers Prime or its canon characters; Hasbro and the Hub do. We do however own our OCs. Blondie-moyashi owns the lovely Skye Shelsher and Plasmarift, and Dream'sRealm owns Darkstorm, Skybreak, Emusa, Drift, Shiv, Jolt, Blackout, Air Raid, Caliber, Speedway, and Jetfire.
Theme Song: Keep Holding On by Avril Lavigne
Skye's hands kept fiddling as she thought, waiting for Smokescreen to arrive and escort her to the ground bridge. Was there enough make-up to cover her scar? Would the hairspray hold her hair long enough to survive the meeting? She couldn't risk revealing her scar. Oooohhh how would they react? Well her mother would probably be furious then happy then furious again, probably mostly at Smokesc-Soren. He was Soren for this conversation. She couldn't let slip all that had happened since she left home.
She sighed as these thoughts ran through her mind, bounced off the sides, then ran the other way. One thought seemed to keep the others in line though: she still couldn't believe she was engaged. Just the . . . well, cliche as it sounded, the magic of it. Like there was something new and wonderful and exciting around every corner to come.
Smokescreen just had to survive dinner with her parents. Lord be with him, he would certainly need the help.
When the couple arrived at the house, even a blind man could see how nervous Smokescreen truly was. He had never met Skye's parents before, but he knew enough to know that they weren't exactly the most understanding of people. True, he loved her so much that he was more than willing to put up with any complications. But that did not change the fact that he was scared out of mind and constantly prayed that everything would go well.
Once they made it to the front door, Skye turned to Smokescreen before knocking and sighed. "You ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be," Smokescreen smiled reassuringly, if only for her sake.
She nodded, her own face showing she wasn't necessarily ready, then hesitantly knocked on the door. She just desperately hoped they could keep things casual and friendly until after dinner, where her mother would be less likely to go for the knife drawer.
A moment later the wooden door opened, revealing her mother in one of her "dining outfits"-she'd always found some reason to get dressed and wear all the jewelry she could find, and dinner usually seemed her excuse.
Her expression went from curious to shocked fairly quickly. "Skye?"
Okay, truth be told Skye did feel bad that she'd neither announced their plans to visit nor been able to call for some time. But considering all that had been going on of late, she thought it might be a pleasant surprise. Plus, how would she explain away planning on bringing Smokescreen without revealing their little secret?
The girl smiled, despite her worry. "Hi, mum."
The elder woman stepped through the door, wrapping Skye in a tight hug. "Oh, it's been so looong. Why didn't you call?"
Skye's voice strained. "Things got a bit crazy."
Reluctantly, as told by how slowly she released her grip, Skye's mother stepped back. Her eyes fell on Smokescreen, apparently only now recognizing his presence. "And who's this?" Her voice sounded more curious than hostile . . . for the moment.
Skye hid her left hand as inconspicuously as she could. "Oh, this is Sm-Soren. He and I . . . work together."
"It's uh… nice to meet you, ma'am," Smokescreen said politely.
"Huh." The woman's voice held a certain note of surprise. "A polite American. Well done, Skye."
Her eyes shot open. "Mum! That's a little rude, don't you think?"
Her mother shrugged innocently. "What, I said he was polite, didn't I?" She turned toward the house and nodded toward it. "Come on in, I was just about to start dinner."
When the woman's back was turned Skye looked to Smokescreen, grimacing before mouthing out "sorry." Smokescreen smiled in understanding before mouthing "It's okay." At least, Skye's carrier wasn't like Skybreak, who threatened to terminate him the first time they met.
Skye looked at the door, sighing before stepping towards it.
The house was the same as it always was. Not surprising, considering the heavy furniture and her parents' thought that you didn't mess with something that worked. The colors of the walls, the precise spacing between the sofa and the lounge chair . . . it all brought back memories.
The couple followed Skye's mother to the dining room, who motioned to the larger-than-they-ever-needed table. "Please, have a seat. I'll be back in a moment."
Skye looked at the chairs, taking one from the opposite side of where her parents usually sat. If the worst happened and any . . . violent urges arose, at least she could depend on her mother's aim with a kitchen knife to be as horrible as ever.
Once she sat Skye planted her elbows on the table, burying her face in her hands. Smokescreen frowned and sat next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "Hey, it's gonna be alright, Skye."
She dropped her arms and leaned against him. "I know." She sighed. "I just hope 'ending alright' is the same as 'nothing going wrong in the first place.'"
"What's that 'Storm always says? To have faith?" he smiled softly.
"Well, if ever there was a time to need faith, now would be it." A few seconds later she straightened up, brushing a few stray bits of hair out of her face. She paused as she realized it was on the right side. Scrap, it's already coming loose. What good is hairspray that doesn't hold for more than five minutes?
Skye's mother re-emerged from the kitchen, taking her normal seat. She put her chin on her hands like a schoolgirl ready to listen to gossip as her expectant eyes darted between Skye and Smokescreen. "Soooo?"
Skye shrugged, looking to Smokescreen then back to the elder woman. "Sooo what?"
Her eyes stopped on Skye's date. "Tell me about yourself, Soren."
Smokescreen's eyes widened before he hesitantly answered, trying to say things that wouldn't give away his true identity but wouldn't be lies either. "Well… there's not much to tell. I grew up in the… inner city with my parents and two older brothers. Then, when I was old enough, I joined the military."
The woman's face showed a new-found interest. "Military, huh?" She looked to Skye, a bemused smile on her features, before looking back to Smokescreen. "How long were you in?"
"I'm actually still in," Smokescreen half smiled.
The woman's focus shifted back to Skye. "So your lab works for the military?"
Skye leaned forward on her elbows, her mind trying to figure out how to explain their . . . situation. "Er, actually no. We have something of a military detail protecting the lab. W-we're not in danger or anything."
Her mother quirked an eyebrow. Her face showed she wasn't totally buying it but, much to Skye's relief, she didn't push it.
"R-Right," Smokescreen added, trying to reassure the woman. "Your daughter is… well protected."
Her eyes again shifted between the two as she seemed to come to some sort of realization. "In more way than one, it would seem." A beeping sound came from the kitchen, drawing her attention. "Oh, dinner's calling." Her tone took on a sudden light tone as she all but leapt from her seat and went back to the kitchen.
Skye groaned as she facepalmed. She knew exactly what her mother meant by that, and didn't know if she was more frustrated by her mother's words or that her face was getting warm. "Ugh, I'm sorry."
"Hey, it's fine," Smokescreen grinned. "It actually wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be."
"Just wait until after dinner. She's going to push, I just know it."
"Well, if she does, I'll be right here," Smokescreen smiled softly as one of his hands enveloped hers.
She turned her head, returning the smile as she turned her hand over in his to interlace their fingers. "Thank you."
"Anytime." His smile brightened.
Several moments later dinner was brought to the table, a mercifully bland one that wouldn't wage war on Skye and Smokescreens' already nervous stomachs. Conversation had also been relatively light, with questions like "are you enjoying your work" and "do you have a lot of friends". Skye's father wasn't present-her mother swore he'd "be here any minute" but she had a sneaking suspicion he'd be eating leftovers when he did eventually arrive-but at least Skye wouldn't have to worry about him getting in Smokescreen's face. While he hadn't ever gone to great lengths to fill the average duties of a father, something told her he would all too gladly harass Skye's fiance. Scrap, it still felt so unnatural to refer to him in such a way.
Of course, the calm and easy night had to be shattered with one seemingly-innocent question: "so, are you seeing anyone?"
Skye didn't have to look to know both she and Smokescreen were turning a brilliant shade of red, the smile creeping across her mother's features gave that away easy enough. Silverware clambered to the table as the couple exchanged an "oh scrap" look.
Skye nervously laughed as she turned her head back to her mother, though she couldn't look her in the eye. "Well, actually . . . that's why we wanted to see you tonight. See, we're . . . we're kind of-"
Her mother seemed to jump to her own conclusions as her hands came together and her smile widened. "Don't tell me, you're pregnant?!"
Skye's eyes widened, horrified. "What?! No! Nonono! We-we're not . . ." she couldn't even say it. H-how could she even suggest . . . they weren't even-
Smokescreen blushed heavily as he frantically waved his hands in front of him. "No, of course not! W-We…. I'd never-"
Skye's mother waved her hand as though it was fine. It wasn't fine! "Oh, it's alright, dear. All the couples are doing it nowadays."
"W-we're not 'all couples,' mum! It's not supposed to work that way. The Bible says you get married then . . . later! Not before. We're just together . . . not like that!" The girl's hands covered her face, which felt about ready to burst into flames. Scrap, this was not what she was expecting. Maybe yelling, maybe getting in his face about "taking advantage" of her, but not . . . not this.
The elder woman looked between the two before her eyes came to her plate, only one bite of food left. The other two had more on their plates, but there was no way they could focus on it now.
She pushed said bite around with her fork. "Good to hear. Because otherwise-" she stabbed the food, meriting a jump from Skye and even more of one from Smokescreen. "I'd have to get upset about you taking advantage of a young girl."
"M-Mum! I'm not a little girl anymore." She fought to hide all the clashing emotions in her voice, but failed. Miserably. "B-besides, you didn't seem so opposed a second ago."
"Just making sure . . . Soren, is it? Just making sure Soren stays in his place."
Skye groaned, running her hand down her face. This was what she was expecting.
"I-I can assure you, ma'am, I'd… never take advantage of your daughter," Smokescreen stammered out nervously.
"Oh, I know." Her tone and face suggested that he wouldn't specifically because of this little . . . chat.
"It's fine, mum. He's good to me. R-remarkably so. If anything I'm the impossible one." Her warm face was getting really annoying, and her mother's attitude wasn't doing much to ease her emotions.
"I w-wouldn't say that," Smokescreen looked towards her with a smile, blushing lightly. "You've known from experience how impossible I can be. What was it you said… that I have foot in mouth disease?"
"You two are adorable." Skye looked back to her mother, who again had her hands under her chin. Sh-she was enjoying this!
Now Skye's concentration was absolutely shattered. Between her mother . . . and Smokescreen . . . together they just completely cancelled out clear thought. She had to look away just to form a sentence. "Um, l-look mum, we should probably be going soon. We have th-things to prepare before work." She looked up and saw her mother's suggestive face. "Not those kinds of things!"
The woman's face fell, though it was neither completely in a joking spirit or serious. "Are you sure? I can stop-"
"No, no. We really do need to be getting back. Early flight and all that."
Her mother donned her "I call BS" face but quickly shrugged it off and stood from her seat. She walked to their side of the table as they followed suit and wrapped Skye in a tight embrace.
"Well, it was good to see you, honey. And I'm glad you're happy." She held on for a little bit longer than was comfortable, but eventually did release her. The elder woman's eyes shifted to Smokescreen. "I'll know if you try anything, mister." How could a woman so much shorter than him be so . . . menacing?
"I promise I… won't try anything," Smokescreen gulped as he nervously nodded.
She smiled innocently. "That's a good lad."
Skye turned to Smokescreen, motioning to the door with a nod before making her way towards it, trying not to be so obvious in her desire to leave. She just wanted to make it out before her father showed up. Or before her mother got any more wild ideas.
Smokescreen smiled. "Thank you for the dinner, ma'am," he nodded before following Skye slowly, he too trying to be inconspicuous.
"It was my pleasure." Her voice sounded . . . too sweet, especially considering their conversation just moments ago.
Smokescreen tried to hide his shudder. She was so… creepy. Like a femme Skybreak. He quickened his pace slightly.
Skye made it to the door first, holding it open for him once she made it through. Her mother stopped in the doorway.
"I guess I'll call you later, then." Skye waved to her mom as she continued walking away from the house, already starting to feel better being away from the hounding conversation. She could only imagine how Smokescreen felt.
When they were out of earshot from the house and deep enough into the woods where Skye's carrier could no longer see them, Smokescreen freely vented. "She's Unicron incarnate." He immediately paused. "Er… no offense."
She nervously laughed. "Oh, that was nothing. You should see her when she's angry."
"I'd… prefer not to," Smokescreen shuddered.
"Probably smart." She stopped, turning to Smokescreen. "Okay, I'm so sorry about that. I didn't know she'd react that way."
"Hey, it's not your fault," Smokescreen smiled softly as he wrapped her in a tight hug. "And if it means spending the rest of my life with you, I'd gladly endure entire voors of dealing with her."
"Ugh, I'd never ask you to go through that. In-laws are bad enough, I'd rather just . . . not. I don't even know what just happened in there."
"Neither did I but it could've always been worse, right?" Smokescreen asked, trying to lift Skye's spirits.
"Yeah . . ." Skye bit her lip, her voice showing she wasn't so sure. Then a smile broke through. "She could have used you as a dart board."
"Or slammed my door wings," Smokescreen smiled, glad at seeing Skye's happy demeanor. "Multiple times."
"What can I say, I surround myself with ehh . . . protective entities. One might even say violently so."
"I was going to say psychotic," Smokescreen muttered, rubbing the top of his back as if they were still sore. "But violent and protective works too."
She giggled. "All the more reason to keep you around. I need someone sane in my life, especially with all the crazy things that happen on a daily basis."
Smokescreen grinned. "Aw, and here I thought you only liked me for my looks."
"Oh don't get me wrong, there's still plenty to see. But I guess your winning personality grew on me over time."
Smokescreen chuckled and kissed her cheek. "You're not so bad yourself." He smiled. "You… you believed in me even when no one else did. And supported me even when I was a total screw up. Pit, maybe I still am… but you love me anyway. And I can't thank you enough."
She lightly shrugged as a new wave of red spread across her face "Oh, 'total screw up' may be a bit rough. I just always saw a guy struggling to fit in whilst battling a bad bout of lack-of-tact. I think I'm the one who owes you thanks, for making me happier than I thought possible."
"I'd say the same. About making me happier than I thought possible, that is," Smokescreen smiled. "Now, why don't we head back to base? It's getting late and I don't know about you but I'd like to keep all my limbs."
She laughed. "Guess so. We'd hate to have the others think my mother beat Skybreak to the punch."
"I think I'd take your mother," Smokescreen muttered under his breath as he commed the base on Cybertron for a ground bridge.
Before they could go through however, Darkstorm emerged with Skye's space suit. She handed it to her with a smile. "Oh, look. Smokescreen's still online. I take it everything went well then?"
"Ha ha," Smokescreen rolled his eyes before deactivating his holoform.
Skye smiled as she worked herself into the suit. "Well, no potentially-harming items went airborne, so I'd say it went pretty well." She looked to her guardian. "All's well on the homefront, I take it?"
"All's well," Darkstorm chuckled. "I have to be the peace marshall as usual, but other than that…"
"Sounds fun." Skye turned the helmet to her suit in her gloved hands before slipping it on. "What do you say we get out of here? I can't wait to get home."
Darkstorm's smile widened at Skye's reference to her home world. "Well, then. Let's not keep the others waiting."
All three of them reentered the ground bridge, towards their home.
A familiar scarlet silhouette met them. "Well, well, well, Skye. I see the visit went well?" Emusa smirked.
Skye's smile lost its cocky edge but retained the genuine quality. "We made it out in once piece, so I think it went well."
"Good thing, too," Emusa's smirk slowly melted in a smile. "Besides, I was starting to like you."
Skye nodded in thanks, turning her neck slightly to show more of the left side of her face than the right. It was a habit she'd picked up after the incident with Knock Out, Fowler, and Jack's mom, but it was a bit more . . . exaggerated around Emusa and Doc Knock. "I do believe the feeling is mutual."
The expression didn't fool the two-wheeler. She admitted she was always curious why a tinge of sorrow appeared on Knock Out's facial plating whenever he was around the human femme. She seemed pleasant with such a wonderful, engaging sense of humor. Not at all as boring as she thought an organic would be. But, nothing can be hidden between a mech and a femme when their sparks merge. Knock Out saw all of her memories and she, in turn, saw his.
Including a certain kidnapping. That would explain the scar the organic femme tried to hide. Of course, she held no ill will towards her sparkmate. How could she? Even when he harmed her and drove her away, she loved him. And prayed that she would see him again. But it saddened her to see what he became, what the war turned him into.
Skye frowned, seeing the massive change in the two wheeler's countenance. "You okay?"
Just as quickly as it came, the sorrow Skye saw left. "Just fine, girlie," she smirked. "Just admiring how stunning you look today. I can understand why Smokescreen is helm over peddes."
Smokescreen choked as his cooling fans activated. Emusa grinned mischievously. "Aw, look. His cooling fans are running. How cute."
Skye's face turned red as she brushed her fingers through her hair, a portion on the right falling over her scar. The hand then fell to cover her ever-reddening nose and cheeks. "Th-thank you."
Emusa smirked again. "And what a lovely shade of red you're turning."
"Come now, Emusa," Darkstorm chuckled. "There's no need to look for more victims."
"Yes, but where would the fun be in that? Anywaaay, I just came by to thank you for fixing up slick…. again. And Flare and Moon told me to come by. Something about a "chick flick" movie night with Elita One." Emusa raised an optic ridge before shrugging. "She said Miko suggested it."
Darkstorm chuckled, thinking of the sparked femme. "Care to join us, Skye?"
The girl paused in her efforts to extract herself from the space suit. "Are you kidding? You couldn't keep me away with an electric fence and 50 kilogram guard dog."
Smokescreen laughed lightly. "Hey, as long as I'm not forced to go. Hormonal femmes scare me." He grinned down at Skye. "Tell me how it goes, will you?"
"Will do," Skye smiled.
"So, what are these chick flicks again?" Flareup asked her best friend in her usual stance, with arms crossed over her chassis and an optic ridge raised.
"Films for earth femmes. I've researched that they usually watch them during special occasions and since Elita's sparked and all's quiet, I figured what the hay?" Moonracer grinned. "That and it's an awesome time for bonding."
"Eh, bonding's not really my thing but… I guess I'll give it a try," Flareup shrugged before a wry smirk pulled on her lip components. "Let's just hope the boys don't trash the place."
"I am certain Predaking can handle them," Elita One smiled. "Besides, from what I have seen, he is an excellent sire to your sparklings."
"I… guess you could say that." In truth, it surprised Flareup how gentle the fierce Predaking could become where his two sons were concerned and where Flareup herself was. She tried to distance herself from him, but the way he cared… It grew on her.
"Sparklings?" Emusa mused, she too raising an optic ridge. "I wasn't aware you and the Predacon were sparkmates, Flareup."
"We aren't, but that's a long story," Flareup stretched before sitting on the large Cybertronian-like coach. "I wouldn't want to bore you with the juicy details."
Emusa shared a look with Darkstorm who gave her a hesitant smile, silently telling her with her optics that it would be best to let it lie. Emusa slowly nodded before she too sat down. "So, any…. film you had in mind?"
"Moonracer was telling me about… What was it called?"
Moonracer turned to Elita with a grin. "Titanic. Miko told me there isn't a more chick-flicky movie than that. And I hear it's amazing! Tons of romance and action and adventure and-"
Flareup leaned over towards Darkstorm and Skye as Moonracer continued to rant about how "amazing" the film was. "Should I be scared?"
Skye shrugged. "Oh, not scared, per se. Just be prepared to cry your eyes out."
"If that's all I have to be worried about, then that's nothing. I don't do crying," Flareup brusquely replied.
"Could've fooled me," another brusque feminine voice interrupted. Everyone turned to see Arcee in the doorway.
"Arcee," Elita smiled. "So glad to see you could make it."
"Don't see why I wouldn't. I was only training with Wheeljack and besides, things have been pretty hectic since we arrived, haven't they? It'll be nice to relax for a change."
Emusa smirked. "You said… training with Wheeljack?"
"Yes, training," Arcee crossed her arms and matched her expression. "Not like anything you would do with Doc Knock."
Emusa seemed taken aback for a few moments before she laughed. "Oh, I could get used to this. You all are far more engaging company than what I'm used to. And it's rare I can find someone who can match me in the fine art of word play, so bravo."
Arcee chuckled and rolled her optics at one of the newer additions to the Autobot family before she too sat down. "So, please tell me Miko didn't pick this out. She'd give all of us nightmares about zombies or serial killers or something along those lines."
Darkstorm shuddered, remembering the first time Miko forced her to watch a truly terrifying movie with them. Saw.
Moonracer, meanwhile grinned, practically squealing as she exclaimed, "Like Silence of the Lambs?! Or Nightmare on Elm Street?! We can watch those-"
"Actually, Moonracer, I believe we should stick to these chick flicks. It seems it would provide a more… suitable atmosphere to our celebration," Darkstorm softly interrupted. She would never understand how a femme like Moonracer could adore such films.
"And I don't know about you," Emusa grumbled. "But I've had enough of "zombies" to last my lifetime."
"Well," Elita One frowned slightly. "Praise God that you all returned safely."
"For the most part," Emusa answered, her spark starting to alight with anger again. It was bad enough Darkstorm and Bumblebee returned and looked like they went through the pit and back but her sparkmate, Knock Out? If Plasmarift said one more word to her, she would have wrung her neck cables. To think they all went on a rescue mission for her and she didn't even offer them a simple thank you!
Stop that, Knock Out said through their bond. You're getting me all agitated whilst performing a medical procedure.
Emusa seemed thoroughly surprised before she vented softly, massaging her temple with a servo. Sorry, slick… Go on with your procedure thing. I should be fine.
If you say so. Enjoy your . . . whatever you femmes do at a "girls' night".
I'll… try. I love you. Emusa smiled softly. And, try not to work yourself too hard, hmm?
The old timer and I have everything under control, you needn't worry. His mood seemed teasingly annoyed, but oddly endearing. And I love you too.
A grin slowly graced her facial features. Until later then, my dear doctor. She paused, seeing that the others were staring at her intently, most likely telling from her rapid change in expression that she was communicating with Knock Out through their bond.
"Aw, come on, Em. That's breaking the rules! You can talk to him later! It's a femme's only night, remember?" Moonracer said.
She rolled her optics saucily but with a joking air, waving her servo as she did so. "Fine, fine. But he contacted me, mind you. It seems I… well, my emotions were impeding him while he was doing a medical procedure."
Darkstorm seemed to hesitate before asking, "Emotions towards Plasmarift?"
Emusa vented. "You've seen right through me, as always, girlie. But… yes." She shook her helm. "The fact that you all placed yourselves in danger to save her hide and she barely even appreciated it, let alone properly thanked you, angers me to no end. That and… my sparkmate's arm was nigh unrepairable."
"If you ask me, she needs to get her aft handed to her," Flareup muttered under her breath.
"Flare!" Moonracer yelled.
"What?" Flareup nonchalantly shrugged. "If you or Fido or even my boys were on that mission, I wouldn't have been so kind. Sniper from Tyger Pax, huh? I'd like to see her fight without hiding behind that rifle and then see if she thinks twice about doing something like that."
"Hate to say this, but I agree," Arcee added. "Whenever my loved ones are in danger, then that becomes a problem."
"While I do believe her actions were brash, she is clearly battling with past demons. She simply needs time… and support, that's all," Darkstorm tried to soothe the femmes.
"Don't you think we've all been hurt? I mean, frag, I acted like a total aft too but what she's doing… Doesn't it make your energon boil?" Flareup asked.
"I was mildly upset," Darkstorm vented. "but you have to remember that we are not perfect and God loves us anyway. He helped us, everyone of us… I have faith that He can do the same for Plasmarift."
"Well, let's have faith that He does it soon because I can't stand to be in the same vicinity as Miss Masochist anymore. She really peels my paint," Emusa said.
Flareup snorted before turning to Emusa with a smirk. "Miss Masochist?"
"I have a way with words," Emusa smirked.
"Emusa, Flareup, please." Both red femmes stopped short as they saw Elita One staring at them sternly, her voice tense. "I won't stand for this kind of talk and about a fellow Autobot no less." Emusa opened her mouth, about to protest that she was still technically neutral but decided against it. Even she didn't want to tussle with a hormonal, sparked femme. And one that was bonded with Optimus Prime to boot.
"Whatever you say," Emusa conceded.
"Sorry, Elita," Flareup said, seemingly more apologetic than Emusa.
"Thank you." Elita glared at the two before turning to Moonracer with a warm smile, her mood shifting again. "Now, Moon darling, care to put on the film for us?"
"Er… sure thing, Elita," Moonracer inwardly sweatdropped. God, let me never get sparked.
The movie began to play as Elita felt a familiar soft comfort envelop her spark. Dearest Orion. Oh, dear… She didn't mean to worry him.
Ariel, is everything alright? I can abandon my post, if you wish.
No… Simply another episode, but I am well. Truly. Elita sent her love to him in return. Try to enjoy yourself. You shouldn't have to worry about me night and day.
I would do so, even if you weren't carrying our son…. Do tell me if you need me to return.
That is a promise, dearest Orion.
In the early scene where they were exploring the remains of the ship, Skye was torn between explaining to the others the legacy of the Titanic or just leaving well enough alone and letting the movie tell the whole story. More drama and suspense that way . . .
She sufficed to lean towards her guardian, explain that the Titanic was real and that it really did sink in the early 1900's, that it was the most famous shipwreck in human history, and then turned her attention back to the movie.
Darkstorm thought the movie to be interesting, at first. The plot seemed to be well-developed as was the romance in it. The fact that the young penniless artist saved this young woman, Rose, seemed to fascinate her. It reminded her almost of how Bumblebee saved her from her old life… He too gave her a new will to live. But, this human idea of arranged marriage? Ridiculous. She of course heard that it was common among the higher castes but it was unheard of in Kaon. She was glad. She could never imagine being forced to marry someone she did not love.
Emusa, Moonracer, and Elita One too seemed to be touched by this. Emusa, especially. Her sire was so controlling… She would have been in Rose's place if she had never met Knock Out. Just to think of it… Treated like a prize or a puppet and being married off for currency all because of her sire's wishes.
And Knock Out. After all that had happened, after she lost him, she had him back in her life… And was his sparkmate like she had always dreamed. It was a miracle. Surely a miracle from this God she had heard so much about. Words couldn't even describe her thanks.
"Emusa, are you alright?" Darkstorm whispered.
Emusa inwardly cursed herself when she realized a few stray drips of coolant had escaped from her optics. "Yes… I'm fine. No need to worry."
Darkstorm frowned slightly but accepted this. The femmes watched as the movie and the main characters' relationship progressed. Everything seemed perfect until the boy was framed for stealing a string of jewels from Rose and placed in the brig. And then… the ship began to sink.
"No!" Moonracer yelled. "You've gotta be kiddin' me."
"Those poor humans," Elita One whispered as tears traced lines across her buccal plates.
"Skye, surely everyone gets to safety… don't they?" Darkstorm asked her charge, her own optics welling with coolant. Even Arcee and Flareup seemed to be a little concerned.
Even though she'd seen it a time or two, tears were streaming down Skye's face. She slowly shook her head, eyes glued to the TV.
Darkstorm gasped softly, coolant freely streaming out of her optics now. "It can't be… How will Rose and the human mech survive?"
She paused, feeling her scout's concern. 'Storm, are you okay? I… I can tell you're upset. What's wrong? Did something happen?
N-No… It's just the human film, that is all.
The scout didn't seem convinced. Okaaay… But if something was bothering you, you would tell me wouldn't you?
This caused more coolant to stream out of her optics. She didn't deserve a mech like Bumblebee. He showed her such love and devotion… She never thought she would ever experience something like that, ever.
What do you mean? You're the one that's too good to me, 'Storm.
Perhaps… Darkstorm weakly smiled. Thank you, for everything, my scout.
Anytime. Darkstorm could feel his concern reemerge. But, are you sure you're alright?
Yes, I… I should be fine.
Alright. Bumblebee didn't sound convinced but he decided to let it slide. Comm me when you're finished.
Alright, my beloved scout. I love you.
And I love you.
Darkstorm couldn't help but smile through her tears.
But, that was before the finale came about. Everyone was forced to evacuate the boat… and Rose's love, Jack, gave his life to save hers. He died of a condition Darkstorm knew to be hypothermia before Rose was rescued.
Darkstorm, Elita One, Emusa, and Skye were freely weeping now. Flareup and Arcee seemed a tad bit teary-eyed but for the most part, kept their emotions at bay. And Moonracer, screamed in anguish.
"Are you serious? What kind of movie is this?! They're supposed to be together!" she yelled.
Emusa buried her helm in her servos, her shoulders shaking. They were so perfect together and the human mech showed such devotion… Perhaps it was because the movie reopened still healing wounds. While she'd never admit it to the others, she was terrified of losing Knock Out and hid that behind her anger at the femme.
Oh, she wouldn't know what to do if she lost him…
Emusa, what's wrong?
Hearing his voice furthered her sorrow and gave her comfort all at the same note. She loved him like she'd never loved anyone else…. And with the events of the past cycle. And her own insecurities. And this film… This slagging film. Why in the pits of Kaon did she agree to watch this?
It's nothing, slick. She tried to sound convincing. I'm just fine.
Mmmmm . . . you're not very convincing.
I… She vented. You have work to do. You shouldn't have to be bothered by me.
And yet I feel like bawling my optics out. Are you sure nothing's amiss?
Emusa couldn't quite put why her situation was amiss into mere words and so she simply sent it through the bond that they shared. The same old problems that I never wanted you to help me bear.
I'm . . . so sorry, Em.
Don't be, Knock. I've dealt with them ever since I was born but I guess that and the moon fiasco and… this slagging film. She vented once more. I'm sorry. Please tell me I'm not still distracting you.
She could sense a certain . . . amusement from him. My dear, you occupy my thoughts all cycle, every cycle. I'm just not used to the effects of this 'slagging film.' The humans are that proficient at vid-making, are they?
Emusa chuckled through her tears. You have no idea. Remind me never to go to another chick flick marathon, will you? She paused, her facial plating becoming uncharacteristically soft. You… think about me that often?
She could all but see his smirk. How can I not? You're only about the best thing that's happened to me.
A small smirk pulled on her own lip components as she wiped traces of coolant away from her buccal plates. Flattery will get you nowhere, slick.
Oh I don't know, it's worked for me in the past.
Pfft, I'll say. It… stole my spark. But then again, from the moment I first saw you, it always belonged to you.
And your lovely wit and strong spark won mine.
Emusa smiled this time, a true, genuine smile. It seem this God Darkstorm talks about had a hand in giving me you. I… I don't know what I'd do without you, slick. She chuckled, dabbing her optics again. Look at me. This human film is turning me into an emotional wreck.
I know, I'm a wreck now too. But, for your earlier point, I suppose . . . I suppose her faith in Him is well-placed.
Well, He did bring you back to me, didn't He? Emusa replied before frowning slightly. And… sorry about that. I mean, I knew we would be closer what with this bond and all but… I doubt you'll enjoy being this close to me for very long.
Hardly. I may just be tempted to join you next time you watch one of these human 'films.' At least then I'll know why I feel so emotional.
Once more, my condolences. But something tells me I won't be watching another one of these for a while. That'd be giving into to the stereotype that all fragile upper-class femmes are weak and emotional. Her last words carried a playful tilt. I can't have that, now can I? I do have a reputation to uphold.
My dear, you are anything but fragile. Scrap, I tremble in my peddes for if you should ever be sparked . . . the potential for unbridled rage is terrifying. Said with love, of course. As for that reputation, I think here we have a new start. My own reputation for being the terrifying mad doctor has all but shattered.
Oh, come now. As if I'd ever harm you. Emusa's teasing grin faltered slightly however as she pondered his last words. New start… Well, my beloved mad doctor, I suppose that doesn't sound too bad.
It isn't too bad in practice, either.
She smiled, her spark fluttering. Oh, what would she do without him? I can tell. Now, please, tell me I'm not distracting you from a patient.
Just a bit of personal detailing, nothing to worry about. Despite the supposed lack of ability for mechs, I excel at multi-tasking.
I suppose you can disprove that rumor that all mechs are dull, too? Emusa grinned.
Well, there are quite a few dull ones, but I like to think I'm not.
Exactly why I love you, slick. Knock Out could only feel love through their bond at this point. It nearly overwhelmed him. Well, I'll try not to distract you. Even though you do think of me 'all cycle, every cycle', I understand that you do have a job. And what kind of a sparkmate would I be if I didn't let you do it? She joked.
She felt his amusement, appreciation, love. Well, you know I could never speak ill of you. But yes, get back to enjoying your film. I'll see you soon.
Emusa smiled before she noticed heavy footfall approach the room. Optimus Prime and Bumblebee stopped in front of the doorway. They probably felt from their bonds that their sparkmates were in distress. They immediately ran towards them.
"Storm! Are you okay?"
"Ariel, what's troubling you?"
"Orion," Her brow furrowed. "What are you doing here?"
He seemed confused. "I… felt that you were upset and I-"
"Orion," she crossed her arms over her chassis. "The movie was sorrowful, that's all. There was no need to come gallivanting back here."
Optimus attempted to protest but decided against it. Ariel was naturally stubborn and when she was sparked and had emotional episodes… It was even worse. "Forgive me… I simply-"
"I appreciate that you were worried about me though," Elita One smiled before she leaned over and kissed him. "But, we are fine. Go back to your outing."
"But, 'Storm, are you sure-?" Bumblebee asked his sparkmate.
"I'm sure," Darkstorm smiled softly. "Forgive me for worrying you. But this film seems to have… had some negative effects." Oh, she was most certainly making a mental note on choosing the next film. Because that was beautifully terrible.
Bumblebee inwardly sweatdropped. Negative effects his sine function. He felt like bursting into tears a few moments ago. "Alright…" He turned towards Darkstorm's charge. "And are you sure you're okay, Skye?"
The girl was wiping away tears, though more quickly replaced them. "All's well. I guess I should be glad I'm not in your guys' position. Smokescreen would run in here guns a-blazing."
"Tell me about it," Bumblebee chuckled before smirking. "Just wait though. You're engaged, right? You'll bond soon enough."
"True . . . but I've been wondering something." She turned to her guardian. "The bond you all share with each other . . . do you think it'll be the same between he and I? I mean, humans don't necessarily 'bond' in the same fashion as Cybertronians."
Overhearing this, Flareup threw up her servos. "That's it," she muttered as she got up from the couch and walked towards the door. "All this mush is threatening to make me purge. I'm leaving!"
Moonracer followed her. "Flare! You'll miss the next movie!"
Emusa, meanwhile, smirked. "Do tell, 'Storm." Arcee rolled her optics and chuckled.
"Well… true, you are human and so you do not necessarily have a spark. But, from what little knowledge I have gained about techno-organics, it should be the same. But," Darkstorm half smiled. "I am afraid I'm not an expert. Ratchet or Knock Out are probably more well versed on the subject than I."
Skye's face dropped slightly as she averted her eyes. A distinct shade of red crossed her face, remembering their last chat about 'techno-organics.' "Yeahhhh I'd rather not bring it up with them. It seems a bit . . . personal. I mean, I'm fine with asking you, you're like a sister to me. But the cranky uncle and . . . whatever family position Doc Knock is?" She turned to said medic's sparkmate. "No offense, Emusa," she looked back to Darkstorm. "But I just feel better asking you."
"None taken, girlie," Emusa chuckled.
"Well… if it helps, I can ask them and do research of my own and then inform you," Darkstorm smiled.
The human scratched her eyebrow. "Thank you, Dar'sain."
"You're most welcome, Ski'ri."
"Speaking of Smokes, I'd better get back and tell him you guys are okay," Bumblebee smiled before leaning over and kissing his sparkmate's buccal plating. "See you later, 'Storm." Bumblebee left the room, Optimus soon following after he said his goodbyes to his own sparkmate.
Emusa grinned a bit evilly, hearing Darkstorm's cooling fans subtly activate. "Aw, how adorable."
"Emusa, do be quiet," Darkstorm glared.
Emusa laughed before turning to Skye. "And look, there's that lovely shade of red again." She smirked and winked. "It really is your color."
The girl's hands flew up to cover said redness with a glare. "Just wait, I'll get you yet."
Emusa smirked triumphantly before crossing her arms over her chassis. "You'll have to try very hard because I don't embarrass easily, sweetspark."
"Careful picking on someone smaller than you. Everyone knows it's the little ones you have to watch out for."
"Hmm, I always that it was the quiet ones. Oh, well. Still, you know I only do it out of love, girlie."
"Uh-huh."
Elita One observed the exchange before an mischievous smirk pulled on her lip components, a slight remnant of her former life as Ariel shining through. She winked at Darkstorm's charge before turning towards Emusa. "Speaking of love, what did Knock Out wish to discuss with you?"
Emusa raised an optic ridge, slightly taken aback that Elita One would ask something along those lines. Teasing from Flareup, Skye, Moonracer, and Arcee… even Darkstorm, was expected. But this? "Well, he-"
"Oh, yes," Elita continued. "I know full well how much he cares about you. Why, you're all he ever seems to talk about. When I last went into the med bay, he went on and on about how beautiful and wonderful you were. I've never seen him so infatuated."
Emusa inwardly cursed the violet and rose coloured femme as she felt her cooling fans subtly activate. "Oh, really?" she asked, though her voice no longer held its playfully sarcastic edge.
"Truly. He's truly and deeply in love, I'm afraid. I've never seen any mech's optics so aglow as his." Elita's mischievous countenance never changed. "And while we're on the topic of optics, have you ever noticed how dark his are? Why, in direct light the red irises are barely visible. Eerie but handsome, I suppose."
Emusa glared at the eldest femme as her cooling fans increased in volume. Great, just great. "Look, I don't know what you're trying to do here but-"
"And did you see his paint job this cycle? Recently buffed and waxed, I see. And such a deep red, nearly your color."
Emusa inwardly scoffed. Did the femme honestly not know the difference between crimson and scarlet? But… she did admit, he did look especially dashing today. Though, she supposed he always did.
Pit. Was she honestly letting the femme get her this flustered?
"And I've never noticed, is his voice naturally that deep? Why, I'm sure you could hear him speak for voors on end without tiring of it," Elita's smirk widened.
Emusa's felt her spark begin to hammer within her chassis as her cooling fans further increased in volume. Ooooh, so this was how it was going to be? "Ha ha ha," she glared as she crossed her arms over her chassis. "Is this a declaration of war?"
"Hmm… I am uncertain," Elita turned towards Skye with a grin. "Do you believe I should surrender?"
The girl had to suppress her laughs long enough to answer. "Oh, but you're doing so well."
"Oh, come now, Ski'ri. If we continue, she'll overheat," Darkstorm said jokingly.
Skye considered Emusa. "Well then I suppose we should take it easy on her . . . if she can't stand the heat. But I mean, considering her frequent proximity to the good doctor, I'd think she could handle it just fine. I mean, whew!"
The two wheeler femme's cooling fans were nearly deafening to her own audial receptors now. She turned her fierce gaze to the human. "I would watch my step if I were you."
Skye shrugged. "I have two Seekers-one of whom is a medic-and an Elite Guardsman on my side, I'm not worried."
Emusa glared at the two femmes once more before a smirk played on her lip components. "Fine. You win. But as I said before, I'd watch my step. My wrath will be swift and unexpected." She chuckled. "And I mean it with love, of course."
"Oh, but I thought you would appreciate the teasing," Arcee smirked and decided to add in another quip for good measure. "Knock Out might feel it through your bond and come running over here to check on you just like Optimus and 'Bee did to their sparkmates."
This time Elita One and Darkstorm's cooling fans joined that of Emusa's.
Arcee chuckled and leaned back onto the seat. "Arcee: 1. Others: 0."
"Watch it, Arcee," Emusa smirked and waggled a finger. "I was just beginning to like you."
"Oh, but I couldn't help it. It was the perfect opportunity." Arcee's smirk widened. "And I would say a comment about Skye and Smokescreen. But, there was something said about the little ones being the ones to watch out for."
Skye turned her attention to the two-wheeler. "Normally I might fight that statement, but right now I feel I need all the allies I can get. Though, I do have to point out that it's nice to see our two lone wolves . . . not so lone." Her voice still held its teasing tone.
Arcee snorted. "As if I'm drooling over Wheeljack."
"That's not what a little birdie told me," Emusa smirked.
"Watch it, Em. I was just beginning to like you."
Emusa freely laughed. "Oh, this is such fun. You all are not like my former… 'friends', not at all. They couldn't keep up with me and never dared to talk back." She rolled her optics. "Afraid of my sire making them bankrupt, I suppose."
"Your sire?" Arcee raised an optic ridge.
Emusa casually waved one of her servos. "A wealthy businessmech. Needless to say, my life was dreadfully dull before I went to the Academy. Dreadfully…." She shuddered. "I stiiiiill have nightmares."
"If it's any consolation, my sire was of the higher castes, as well. Alpha Trion. Though, I wouldn't say that my younglinghood was particularly dull. Sheltered, of course. But not dull," Elita added.
"Hmm… well you haven't met my sire," Emusa's countenance faltered slightly. "It makes me wish I was born in Kaon like Knock."
"I don't know, I heard life was rough in Kaon." Everyone turned as Plasmarift emerged from the shadowed corridor. "I actually quite enjoyed life growing up in Iacon. Granted, that was before I learned just how bad a lot of other bots had it." Once she was fully in the light, she seemed to see some less-than-amused glances at her apparent eavesdropping. She raised her servos defensively. "I wasn't snooping or scoping anyone out, I promise. I was headed to get some energon when I heard laughing."
"No one ever said you were," Elita One smiled softly. "We were simply… talking after watching an Earth film. Care to join us?"
Emusa turned her helm aside so the femme couldn't see the anger that was slowly building her spark again. She fought to keep it under control. She didn't want to do something she regretted again no matter how much the femme peeled her paint and she certainly didn't want to interrupt slick's work again.
Plasma shook her helm as she crossed her arms and leaned against the closest wall. "It's alright, I'll only be here for a few. I have a project going in my quarters."
Darkstorm smiled knowingly. "The one that scans for energon?"
"Basically. I end up changing the parameters often, looking for readings other than what the systems here would automatically pick up." She paused, looking between Darkstorm and Emusa. "Speaking of which, I suppose I never properly thanked you for your assistance on the moon. I may not have been able to make it off without you all."
Emusa fought to withhold from rolling her optics. Oh, so now she thanks them…
Darkstorm meanwhile, smiled more brightly. "Anything for a friend."
Plasma seemed flustered as she averted her gaze momentarily. Friend . . . "I, umm, suppose I owe you an explanation too."
Darkstorm shook her helm softly. "None is needed."
"Considering I almost got you scrapped, I think it is." She vented, turning her helm to the side before looking back at the others. "I'm not looking for your pity, but . . . a long time ago I lost someone, though I think he may . . . still function. I started investigating energon readings shortly after, hoping to find him somewhere off the battlefield. Then when we had to leave Cybertron, I started searching refugee worlds. But still, I haven't found him." She looked directly at Darkstorm. "I believe you know who I'm talking about?"
Darkstorm slowly nodded. "If what you told me before is any indication…" She smiled softly. "And I understand why you willingly placed yourself in danger. I would do the same if in your position. We all would… And my only wish is that you know you do not have to carry this burden alone."
The femme shrugged. "Old habits died hard, I guess. I've been doing this on my own since it happened. But I guess I should start learning to . . . appreciate present company."
"Some of us may be acquired tastes," Arcee said with a slight smile. "But… we'll try to help if we can."
Plasma offered a somewhat sad, maybe fatigued smile of her own. "Can't be much worse than I." She vented. "Well, I suppose I should be getting back to my quarters before I get all emotional on you. If you'll excuse me." She bowed slightly, much like an upper-class bot of Iacon could be seen doing before the war, and turned.
"Wait." Plasma turned and saw with surprise that Emusa had spoken. "I… guess… I should be apologizing for my words earlier." Emusa vented. "I was upset that my sparkmate and friends were harmed and let it get the best of me…. So, sorry about that."
Plasma's seemingly strong expression faltered, if only slightly. "We can chalk it up to a worried sparkmate experiencing secondary pain." She offered a small, genuine smile before carrying on her way.
Emusa vented once more before she felt Darkstorm's servo on her shoulder plating. "I know that took a lot of strength but… I'm proud of you," she whispered.
"Don't get me wrong. Miss Masochist and I still don't see optic to optic. But…" Emusa smiled slightly. "Doesn't God teach to forgive?"
"But, of course," Darkstorm smiled slightly in return.
Elita One withheld a yawn with a delicate servo. "Well, I suggest we all follow Plasma's lead and retire to our quarters. It is getting late. And I am hoping to at least get some rest before Orion returns."
"And I'd better assure slick that I'm not still crying my optics out," Emusa stretched before turning to Skye with a smirk. "And take it easy tonight, girlie. You need your rest."
The human's wide smirk resumed. "Oh I don't think I'll be the one worried about overnight excursions. I still have yet to be wed, so I don't have to worry about my bunkmate keeping me up all night talking or something."
"Ah, yes. Humans have weddings. I had forgotten." Emusa chuckled before her smirk resumed. "But still… Do try to get some rest, my dear little human." She performed a bow that an upper-class Iaconian femme would be seen doing before the war perfectly, much like Plasmarift, but with a joking air. "I bid you all goodnight."
"And you try to keep the over-night excursions to a minimum," Arcee said pointedly.
"No promises," Emusa grinned before heading towards the medical bay.
When she returned to the building, she smiled to herself when she saw her sparkmate slumped over his deck asleep, a pile of datapads surrounding him. She hated that he worked himself so hard but she did admit, seeing him recharge was just too adorable.
She chuckled to herself before going over and softly kissing his buccal plating. Wakey wakey, slick. You need to lay down or else your back struts are going to kill you in the morning.
His optics slowly flickered to life before lazily shifting to look at Emusa. "Mmm. Enjoy your evening?"
"Oh, I suppose. The usual sappy human vids, teasing, and emotional bonding. I couldn't complain. And it was amusing seeing Optimus and Bumblebee rush into the room to check on their sparkmates," Emusa grinned.
Knock Out sat up and stretched, a tired smile spreading across his features. "You don't say. What, because of that vid?"
"The Titanic," Emusa nodded before rolling her optics. "What goes on in an organic's mind to conceive that, I have no idea. Though it was based on a real event, or so I've heard."
"They may look small and harmless, but they can be really messed up in their processors. As I suppose you saw in that vid."
"Killing off the main protagonist's lover and having him selflessly give his life for her. Oh, the angst," Emusa chuckled.
Knock Out yawned as he nodded. "Oh believe me, I know. I felt it. You owe me for that, it was the most unnatural feeling."
"Don't tell me. You began to weep uncontrollably in front of your patients?" Emusa joked.
"Ha ha. I can hold back such emotions when in public. Besides, I've never been one to fully experience your emotions. Pain, yes. Tear-inducing romance vids? Not so much."
"A bond will take some getting used to," Emusa smiled wryly. "Though I still say you'll tire of it. I can be rather taxing, after all."
The medic shook his helm. "Not a chance. Now that rookie, on the other servo, he may very well have it worse. Organic-bonds can be unpredictable. I fully expect him to start rusting at the joints early or bursting into tears on a dime."
"Hmm, I suppose I should pass that along to 'Storm. Her charge was asking about it but was too embarrassed to ask you or the old timer. Something like that, anyway." Emusa paused before smirking. "But, that may very well be amusing."
"Mm, makes sense she would be curious. She's surrounded by sparkmates, and from what I understand of human culture they don't experience it in the same way as bots." A borderline-evil smile appeared on his face. "Oohhhh, painfully amusing."
Emusa matched his expression but with a grin that nearly stretched from one audial receptor to another. "I should film that. Might make for a good laugh or two on a rainy day, hmm?"
"Or if they ever have sparklings, or whatever humans call them, we can show them just how pathetic their sire is."
"I love this plan already. And it is wonderful, I must say, to have an accomplice," Emusa chuckled before kissing his buccal plating. "What would I do without you?"
He vented. "Be horribly alone and lacking in partners in crime and mischief."
Emusa too vented. "That would be terrible. And then I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to find another bot to put up with the likes of me." She smiled slightly before grasping one of his servos in hers. "But, don't be getting depressed, slick. It never did suit you."
He returned the grip. "You needn't worry; I'm far too tired to get depressed."
"Then let's get you off to bed, hmm?" Emusa smiled before gently and playfully pushing him towards their quarters. "Go on. And I don't want to see you doing any more work. The old timer can handle the paperwork for a change."
"I'll only go if you're next to me." His tone and countenance changed to one reminiscent of a youngling. "I get so lonely now."
Aw, pit…. Emusa thought as her cooling fans activated. She normally inwardly melted at his every word but this? This… was too much. "Well, we can't have that, now can we?"
He blinked his optics several times, creating what the humans called a puppy dog effect. She wasn't sure what a puppy dog was, but this was undeniably cute. Adorable, even.
Her cooling fans increased in volume. Did Arcee put him up to this? Or better yet, Skye or Darkstorm?
Perish the thought, my dear.
Emusa glared at him. You know this is absolutely no fair, don't you? I'm far too flustered to come up with anything intelligible.
A smile crossed his features. Mission accomplished. He pulled her close, draping one arm across her shoulders as he kissed her forehelm. Now let's get some recharge. Your activities for the evening have left me absolutely drained.
Emusa grinned slightly, her spark rate increasing. But make you sure you stay close. We can't have you being alone, now can we? She held onto one of his servos as they both walked towards their quarters. And know that I'll always be next to you, love.
And I to you.
D/N: And here we have our lovely chapter 6~ And I must say, a true joy to write. So many feels and gah, blondie totally got me with the Knock Out scene at the end. DX Darn it, woman! I'll never be cured when I'm with you!
Also, on the new development side, we've officially made an ask blog titled: ask-dreamy-and-blondie. tumblr. com so feel free to check it out :3
"But now, thus says the Lord, who created you, O Jacob,
And He who formed you, O Israel:
"Fear not, for I have redeemed you;
I have called you by your name;
You are Mine.
When you pass through the waters, I will be with you;
And through the rivers, they shall not overflow you.
When you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned,
Nor shall the flame scorch you.
For I am the Lord your God,
The Holy One of Israel, your Savior;
I gave Egypt for your ransom,
Ethiopia and Seba in your place" Isaiah 43:1-3
"Fear not, for I am with you;
Be not dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you,
Yes, I will help you,
I will uphold you with My righteous right hand" Isaiah 41:10
To Savvy Orion: We're so glad you enjoyed the chapter and all the feels therein :D Elita One will indeed have a little mech and I'm glad Em didn't scare you off. She can be an acquired taste, that one. As for the femme who'll shape up Skybreak… she'll be in our next series. So you'll have to be patient.
To Super Shadic: ^^ You should look forward to the action. It will be epic.
Thank you for all the supports my darlings and may God bless you and your day!
Until next time, Dream'srealm
B/N: Okay so there were a few bits of this chap that may seem a bit . . . iffy, but I think that's kinda in nature with girl-talks. Unless the girls where I live are just all odd :'D hope you enjoy nonetheless. I mean, as of late we've had a bit of angst and drama and kinda heavy stuffs, so hopefully having a couple chaps of peace is a nice break
Savvy Orion: Oh gosh, thank you so much x3 thrice aha. Honestly I think some of her wisdom comes from cheesy lines in movies, but thanks anywho xD oh gosh theme? I haven't even thought about a theme . . . guess I'll have to get back to you on that :'D
