:Shadow!: Bonds talking (Bondmate or twin)
"Shadow!" Normal talking
'Shadow!' Thought
[Shadow!] Comm
Nano-klik = Second
Klik = Minute
Joor = Hour
Orbital Cycle = Day
Deca-cycle = Month
Stellar cycle = Year
Vorn = 83 years
Sunstreaker frowned slightly as he held the tiny frame close. The bot, now asleep, had been so frightened… what could have caused that? Sitting down he gently bounced Shadow on his knees. He glared at the wall in front of him for kliks. Why did this tiny THING make him so soft? He hated the feeling because it was weak, like that fool Sideswipe and his foolish counterpart Ratchet. Yet…. He like it to. He could tell why others had that 'friendship' frag going on. It made you feel good.
Glancing down at Shadow he softened slightly and smiled. Little Shadow was cute (Cuter then he would admit) and was so small. So weak… Frowning again he continued to glare. What had scared Shadow? Why did he run crying? Feeling pure rage build up at the thought of someone hurting Shadow he stood. Cradling Shadow's frame close to him he laid on his berth. Resting Shadow in the crook of his arm he watched Shadow's vent cycle. Sighing he Brushed his large fingers over Shadow's helm.
Smiling when Shadow sleepily grabbed Sunstreaker's hand. Shadow curled around it as Sunstreaker Flexed it slightly. Silently watching, Sunstreaker began to wonder why he felt this way. He hasn't felt like this sense his brother almost offlined. Frowning again he looked at the door. Sunstreaker dialed Prowl's comm. range while rubbed Shadow's belly armor. 'Strange…' he thought, ' Shadows armor is thin…. To thin to be healthy…' Lost in his exam over Shadow health he failed to here Prowl's tired reply.
[What?] Prowl growled sitting up. Looking at his internal clock he groaned. 'It's to early….' Looking around the room he noticed something were in disarray.
[SUNSTREAKER!]
[ WHAT!] Sunstreaker growled back, unhappy with Prowl's tone.
[What did u-] Pausing he looked around again. He was missing one small black bot. Panicking he shot up raced around
" Shadow? Shadow!" Prowl called, waking his bondmate. Jazz sat up and rubbed his faceplates.
[I have something of your's. It's small and black.] Sunstreaker growled. Sunny was very displeased with the fact Prowl and jazz could keep a hold of him.
Now instead of being reassured by the fact Sunstreaker had his little bot he tensed farther. Now jazz, finally back to the land of the functioning, looked at his lover.
:Where is Shadow?: He asked. Prowl glanced at him but otherwise ignored him as he stomped out of his room (Slightly startled that it opened without needing to be unlocked first).
[Where are you?] He demanded. Jazz, sensing Prowl's discomfort, followed his distressed bondmate.
[Where the Pit do you think?] Sunstreaker snarled. [You need to keep a hold of Shadow. He'll get hurt.]
Prowl growled and stomped to Sunstreaker's room, followed by I increasingly worried bondmate.
:Prowler? Hey come on babe, tell me what's up!: Jazz pleaded. Prowl sighed and opened his bond. Jazz was suddenly drowned in strong upset emotions. Jazz looked at his lover and grabbed his servo.
"He's fine lover. Sunny's got 'im. Sunny isn't going to eat him." Jazz said calmly. Prowl sighed and knocked on Sunstreaker's door.
Sunstreaker looked up at the door again. He shifted Shadow and rubbed his helm again hoping to keep the sleepy thing asleep.
"Come in already!" He called, flinching slightly when Shadow wriggled around. 'Please don't wake, Please don't wake.' He thought and Prowl came in stiffly with Jazz close behind. Sunstreaker ignored them in favor of watching the young bot sleeping in his arms.
Prowl softened ever so slightly as he watched Sunstreaker interact with his new creation. Sighing he looked at Jazz who smiled back. Prowl looked at Sunstreaker and Shadow and smiled to.
" Sunstreaker….."
" What?" He growled lightly. Prowl sighed. Why did he have to be so difficult?
" Would you…. Like to take care of Shadow for us….?" He asked hesitantly. Sunstreaker looked at him startled.
"Really?"
"Don't push it. Do you?" Prowl growled, tensing up. Sunstreaker smiled slightly
" Sure." Sunstreaker rubbed Shadows helm when he shifted.
Prowl nodded and left, Jazz in tow, and walked briskly to their room. Jazz smirked.
" I'm proud of you babe." He said and Prowl glared at him. If glares could kill the Jazz would be six feet under three million years ago.
" Don't you push it either." Jazz laughed and held up his in surrender.
"Fine Fine."
