It's a pretty short chapter, this chapter is whats going on before Disconnect wakes up. The song in here is called One More Day by Diamond Ria. I do not own it. Please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own transformers. I do not own Magma-Blast or Starstriker, I do own Disconnect and Twitch ( only partly owned because they were created by Autobot-Fangirl0203 I own how they interact and what they look like) I do own the storyline, and my own OC that will be making an appearance later on within the story.

Times table.

Astrosecond: 1 Second

Breem: 1 Minute

Joor: 1 Hour

Orn: 1 Day

Deca-Cycle: 1 Week

Orbital Cycle: 1 Month

Vorn: 1 Year

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'Blah' =private com.

meep= lyric

Meep=memory

Chapter seven. With you.

Magma Blast.

Magma Blast nodded a thanks to his sister as she put the finishing touches on his servo, she had managed to reconnect it to his arm, but he still had trouble controlling it, but it was as good as he could get for now.

Standing, Magma made his way over to Twitch, his wings were perked up with happiness as he continued to poke the nine year old girl, -much to Magmas disapproval- and asking if she could feel it.

Magma picked up Ally and set her softly into his sisters awaiting servo as he knelt before his brother, Magma placed a digit under his brothers chin plate and pushed upwards lightly as he inspected his shattered optic. Magma moved his brothers head from side to side, Twitch was grumbling at the contact but made no move to pull away from his protective brother.

Magma Blast sighed as he looked over the wound, he would have to seal it up and conceal the optic, again, he was no medic but he knew if exposed it could get an infection or a virus. Sighing Magma prepared himself to tell his fidgeting brother.

Instead of using words, he used actions. The black and orange mech laid his brother onto his back, Twitch protest, Magma saw the fear in his optic but it had to be done, so when Twitch tried to pull himself up, Magma only pushed him back down.

"Request: Starstriker, take human sparking: Ally and Flesh-Dog: Manson on a walk for proper items of use."

Nodding, the femme lifted the dog from the ground and took off, once they were out if earshot Magma Blast opened his subspace and searched for his brothers spare Medical Weilder. Twitch no longer protested but laid down stiffly, his one purple optic bright with fear.

He didn't want to do this, believe him, he never wanted to cause his brother harm. But like he said before it had to be done. He just hoped his brothers screams wouldn't forever haunt his dreams...

Four joors seemed like Deca Cycles

To Magma blast. He had been only slightly relieved when Twitch passed out, so to speak, from pain, because that seeker put up one pit of a fight.

Now Twitches optic had been completely removed and sealed up, they would still have to find some sort of metal patch to completely close off the missing optic, but for now that could wait.

Magma ran a digit over the seekers faceplate, he had wiped away the Energon from the poor mechs face, but the image would forever haunt his processor, the image of his young brother, struggling and screaming in pain as he forced himself to keep the seeker from running, he absolutely hated himself now. But he loved his brothers and his sister, he would go to the pit and back for them, he would do anything to ensure their well being.

Even if it meant removing an optic with no pain relievers.

While Twitch was out Magma set to work on his wings, it was an easy thing to do. They had all had small first aid classes so to speak, although none on how to repair a seekers wings, he still had a pretty good idea on how to, of course, Disconnect would be scoffing at him right now.

He paused, Disconnect...

He truly wished his brother was okay, he hadn't seen him, and it had been one orn since the group split, he thought the worse, he felt even worse then he thought, it was his fault that Disconnect...

No, he wasn't gone, he couldn't be. He would definitely be able to feel it if his brother had moved on to the well of all sparks.

Sighing again Magma Blast stood up and began to walk away from his brother, searching the houses for something metallic that matched his brothers paint job.

After a few breems he managed to find a totaled car that was a deep blue, although the seeker was blue and gold, it didnt matter, it would have to do for now.

He took the long way back, his mind kept falling back to his brother... He couldn't put how scared he was for him in words, they had never been apart for more then two joors, and because of his foolishness, he had... He... Was he crying?

He swiped the purple coolant from his orange optics quickly, he had never cried before, but why was he now? Surly he was okay, he might have been an unskilled fighter, but his brother was strong.

He needed to be alone for a bit.

Backtracking, Magma Blast sat behind the safety of a brown home, he thought back to that day, the day his creators had went missing...

NightWave had been, wary when she woke up, but Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were how they always had been, and when the thunder hit, they locked him and his siblings away, in a room that he didnt know existed.

The sounds of screams and yells came from above them, Magmas protective instincts caught on as he held his crying siblings, even Starstriker was crying.

When everything settled down, they still made no move, they spent joors in that room, they only left when Disconnect had been running low on Energon.

Everybot, every single last bot, every last autobot, his friends. They were all offline, Energon pooled like a lake at he and his siblings pedes, he felt the terror and agony from their bond, they spent the rest of the orn searching for their parents. And they couldn't find them, they held into the last sliver of hope that they had escaped, or had been take. Hostage.

Come to think of it... One bot besides his parents were missing, that happened to be Jazz, could he be out there? With his creators? Oh how he missed them... He missed them more then anything, he needed each and every one of his family because if one left... It just wasn't complete anymore.

Magma did something he had never done before, he transformed into his ford truck, and turned on the radio, he switched through the stations until he found what he was looking for, he didn't know why he had suddenly a desire to listen to a song, he never really liked music. Magma offlined his optics, soft country music flooded his audios as he played back memories of his family from his memory banks.

Three year old Disconnect ran happily down the hall as his carrier knelt down, she had just returned form a mission that had her gone for days, the little sparkling dashed as fast as he could, he leaped into his carriers arms, both their optics shown a feeling known as love.

Last night I had a crazy dream

A wish was granted just for me

It could be for anything

I didn't ask for money

Or a mansion in Malibu

I simply wished, for one more day with you. . .

Five year old Twitch had a bad flux, his wings shook with fright as he walked his way down the dark corridor, his purple optics dim within the dark. He took a left, he walked into the room of his eldest brother. Shakily the seeker tapped onto Magmas armor, and the mech woke, upon seeing his leaking optics Magma lifted his brother, he spoke soft words of love and comfort into his audios as he slowly rocked his baby brother in to recharge.

One more day

One more time

One more sunset, maybe I'd be satisfied

But then again

I know what it would do

Leave me wishing still, for one more day with you . . .

Eight year old Magma watched from a distance as NightWave sat next to his sires, each one had an arm hooked around their mate, the sound of three sparks beating as one as all three watched the sun set, a picture perfect scene, yellows splashed with oranges as they spread far across the sky, the rays of the earth sun trying desperately to warm the earth before the moon takes its place.

Sunstreaker placed a loving kiss on NightWaves left cheek while Sideswipe claimed the right, she leaned into their touch, the moment never to be ruined.

First thing I'd do, is pray for time to crawl

Then I'd unplug the telephone

And keep the TV off

I'd hold you every second

Say a million I love you's

That's what I'd do, with one more day with you. . .

Ten year old Magma Blast watched as Starstriker and Twitch cuddled against Jazz. The saboteur hung an arm around each shoulder as he told them stories of Cybertrons Golden Age. Jazz's smile never left as he spoke, he took turns watching each of the sparklings reactions, sometimes acting things out with his hands, once the story was finished, Jazz placed a loving kiss on each of their helms.

One more day

One more time

One more sunset, maybe I'd be satisfied

But then again

I know what it would do

Leave me wishing still, for one more day with you,

Nineteen year old Magma watched his siblings as they recharged. Disconnect was holding onto Twitch as if his life depended on it, the nights air assaulted them. Magma rubbed a servo over his sisters helm as she recharged, he looked up to the stars, his spark threatening to break. He looked back upon his three siblings who looked anything but peaceful as they slept. The only things to keep them from the edge was one another, the only hope to keep them together, reuniting with their family.

Leave me wishing still, for one more day. . .

He onlined his optics, ignoring the tears that rolled into his battle mask, Magma looked down at his servos and blinked away the fog, his lips parted before he could think, his non monotoned voice coming out briskly and hoarse, each word cracked and shattered as it came from his vocalizer,

"Leave me wishing still, for one more day...

And he would still be wishing, through the hurt and the crimes, the pain of losing one another, and the fight to hold on to the only things he holds dear, oh how he wished for one more day.

"With you"

His head dropped, his servos clashed to his sides and stuck to the metal like glue, His optics offlined, purple coolant tears dripped off of them and splashed on to his lap, he felt his body limp, his processor forced him into recharge.

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