Disclaimer: I still only own Katie and the plot.
I had woken up a few times since fixing Barricade and the other mech. I had only managed to drink or a little something before slipping back into unconsciousness again. This was honestly the longest I had been up. Maybe it would be good to try to get up? I shouldn't stay lying down. Might as well try for the bathroom.
I got up from my warm cot and shuffled slowly towards the bathroom. Fortunately, due to the device that Daddy and Wheeljack had made I could walk without the usual results of being asleep for so long. Though the thought of them had my heart clenching tightly. I missed Daddy. And Papa. And the Twins. Everyone really. I missed home. I bit back a small sob and shook my head. It wasn't safe there. This was my new home. I just had to deal with it.
After finishing using the restroom and cleaning myself up a little, I wandered slowly back to my little camp, fully intent on getting more soup into me. I made it back to the shipping container with little trouble. I stifled a yawn and went to get myself something to eat before my stomach decided to get impatient and eat itself.
()()()()()()()()
A faint clamor jerked him out of stasis. He bolted up, fully intent on activating his weaponry, but found it to be offline. He tried again only to get the same message. He ran a quick diagnostic and found that his weapons systems had been disabled.
A faint shuffling, a muted 'THUD', and a muffled 'Who put that there!?', had him turning to an open sipping container not far off to his left. He ran a scan of it and found that there was a human inside, as well as some gear. He was confused. Last he knew there was a bounty on the helm of every Cybertronian on the planet, so why was a human here? As he lost himself to his thought, he didn't realize that the human had exited the container and was looking at him.
"Oh, good. You're up." It said, causing him to jerk his helm in its direction and try to activate his weapons system. He growled when he received the 'offline' message a third time. "If your worried about your weapons, I disabled them. Didn't want you killing me before I could make sure all your repairs took."
Had the human just read his mind? He stared at the human. It was a femme. Wait. He thought. Repairs? He had been seriously injured. To injured to even move. He should be dead. He ran a systems diagnostic and found that everything besides his weapons system was fine. It was as if he had never sustained damage in the first place.
"The slag. How..." The femme giggled. His gaze fell on her.
"I told you." She said, pointing a digit at him, a small smile still on her lip components. "I fixed you." His optics narrowed at the femme's words. He scanned her again, just to make sure she was human and not some pretender. His scans came back positive, she was human, but there was Cybertronian technology on her person. He scanned again. Yep it was there. An odd object to be sure. It would the length of the femme's main support rod, human's called it a spine. It rand down her hip joints and made its way down each leg, wrapping around the knew and ankle joints. Just what was it.
"You're human." He said. The femme just nodded. "Yet you have Cybertronian technology." She tilted her helm, a sign of human confusion he recalled. Her eyes got wide after a few clicks.
"Oh! You mean my prostheses! Ya. I sorta am paralyzed from the waist down. Without it I can't walk. Or move my legs at all really." She explained, the look in her optics told hm she didn't want to speak more on the subject. Perhaps he would investigate that further later, right now though, how the slag a human had completely repaired him was more important.
"Hey!" She called out. He turned his attention to her. "Does you're spark still hurt?" She asked. He about stalled. How had she known about that!? Only Shockwave had known about that, and the mech was dead! He turned his attention to his spark, finding no pain, he returned his gaze to the femme. "I'll take that as a no then. Good. I was worried it wouldn't take." What"? What wouldn't take?
He rolled onto his knee joints, making sure to loom over her. "Explain!" When she didn't start to speak, he shouted. "NOW!" The femme only sighed and looked up at him sadly.
"I will, but you are not going to believe a word I say." This femme didn't act scared or even intimidated as he had hoped. Just what was wrong with her?
"It matters not what you say, explain now!" He said, repeating his order. She shook her head and sighed again. She moved over tot he shipping container and climbed the ladder that was attached to the side. She sat down on the edge facing him, letting her legs dangle over the edge. As she looked up into his optics he felt the urge to retreat a few steps. There was something about this human femme's gaze that had him on edge. It was a look that screamed of an ancient knowledge. That spoke of untold wisdom and experience beyond the age the femme appeared. It was the look of a Prime.
"A long time ago," The femme began, her voice taking on a similar feel as her optics. "There was an invasion of Cybertron by a race known as the Quintessions." He recalled no such tale in Cybertronian history. "They wished to control Cybertron. To rule it's people, despite it being on of Cybertron's Thirteen Primes who had created them. Whether out of spite for their creator to to prove their superiority, they attacked. Cybertron was not ready. It was not prepared. It's leaders were gone, lost to the far reaches of space. Cybertron did not go quietly, but as the enemy gained the upper servo, hope was lost."
"Save me the false history lesson femme! Tell what you did!" He slammed down his fist causing the shipping container to shake with the impact. The femme though, did not seem phased. Instead she just looked up at him, her optics glowing with an intensity he knew was not possible for human optics to do.
"Warriors came forth and fought against the invaders." The femme continued, her optics still shining brightly in the dim light of the fading day. "Many fell, many more were taken. Experimented on in an attempt to create a weapon to combat the rising threat to the enemy."
"I don't care! Get to the point! What! Did! You! Do!" His engine revved as he growled out his demands. Yet the femme still did not seem phased.
()()()()()()()()
I had warned him he would not like what I had to say. He was acting like a spoiled sparkling. I mentally sighed. I had thought giving him a glimpse of my power would deter him, but I guess I will have to try harder. I reached inside of me and lightly tugged on the power that rested there. I let it ghost over my skin. I could feel it. Like a soft kiss of electricity.
"They took mechs they had captured and took from them all that they were." I continued. I watched his expression fall from anger to awe then slight fear. Good. Even Decepticons need to realize there are still surprised in the universe. "They took from them their memories and erased their personality. Rewriting the code to suit them. They took mechs and reformatted them into living drones. Living weapons. For the soul purpose of serving them loyally without question. What I did Barricade," He visibly flinched as I said his name. "What I did, was save you from the fate so many others who have been reformatted face. Death. Reformatting is dangerous and deadly. In the end, if not done right, can and will kill. In some rare cases, it can kills not only one mech but two. The host spark, and the derivative spark. That, Decepticon," Once more he recoiled. "Is what I saved you from." There was never an easy way to explain to some one that they were not supposed to exist. That they were created to be a tool from the remains of another.
I pulled my power back into me and pushed myself from where I sat. I landed in a crouch, letting the prosthetic take most of the impact. I walked over to him. He was volatile and unstable at the moment, but if I had learned something from all the times I've had to do this is it was not best to let them that they are alone. I placed my hand on his. He flinched at my touch. I looked up at him.
"It will be alright." I say to him. He pulls his servo from mine and growls.
"Alright! You just said that I, that I...!" He shouted. I nodded.
"I know what I said. But it no longer matters. You exist and from the moment I fixed you, you were meant to exist." I turned and walked over to where the host spark still lay in stasis. It didn't surprise me. His spark had been through much. It would take time to heal, even with my intervention.
"So that's him?" Barricade asked, disgust lacing every word. I nodded. Barricade took off running straight at us. I let my power spike. I felt it course through me until I could not contain it any more. It surged outward, growing in size until it formed a bright, spark version of my true form.
"You are tied together Barricade. He is your brother now. If he dies, so do you. You sparks are still one, just inhabiting two separate frames." He stopped short and stared at me. I knew it probably wasn't wise to be using so much power after only a few days, but I didn't want either of them to die.
"I know this is hard." I said taking a few steps forward. I let my power nearly consume me. I felt myself losing my organic form and gain my true form. My Cybertronian form. I walked over to him and placed my servo on his shoulder, looking at him directly in the optic. "I know it is hard, but I meant what I said. I have been granted many abilities by Primus himself. One is some dominion over the creation of sparks. I have fixed what those who sought to use you broke. I have made your spark stable, but most importantly real. It is no longer a ghost of another but yours." I pulled back and let my power fade. As soon as it was once more sealed away deep inside my spark, I clasped onto my knees and started to cough. I clutched my chest as a faint burning sensation took over and increased in strength. I closed my eyes as the pain and coughing got worse.
The moment the coughing subsided, I opened my eyes. Slag. Small droplets of blood coated the ground beneath me, obviously caused by by coughing. I hissed as the pain grew worse. Gasping out as it intensified. It felt like my very spark was burning a hole in my chest. For all I knew it was. I fell over onto my side and continued to gasp in pain as I clutched at my heart.
"Guess I over did it..." I said as tears started to fall as the edges of my vision went dark. The last thing I saw before the darkness overtook me was two ruby red optics.
()()()()()()
He stood in shock as the energy being in front of him became the human femme again. His sensors were programed to alert him if they picked up any Allspark energy. They had gone haywire. He stared at the femme. She had that much Allspark energy in side of her? Just what was she?
He watched as the power retreated. He had to admit though, she was beautiful. It was no wonder Primus had given her such gifts. She looked like one of his heralds. Solus Prime perhaps?
A gasp pulled him from his thought. He looked over to where the femme was now lying down, obviously in pain. Human life fluid was spattered next to her. What was happening? Quickly he transformed and activated his holoform. He sent it over to her and knelt down. Her skin was pale and sweaty. Life fluid clung to her lip components. Her optics, once so bright, were dull and unfocused. She looked like she was dying.
"Guess I over did it..." She choked out as her optics began to leak. Slowly they closed. Her breathing was ragged, but consistent. Barricade hesitantly reached out a hand and brushed the femme's hair away from her face. His holoforms optics widened. She was burning up. Just what did she do? What did she meant by 'over doing it'?
'I have made your spark stable, but most importantly real. It is no longer a ghost of another but yours.' Her voice rang in his helm. If what she says is true, and really had no reason not to believe her. He had always felt like something was off. He was treated like a loyal pet more then a member of the Decepticons. He had always shrugged off, but what if she was right. He had seen that the little femme possessed Allspark energy, so it not out of the realm of possibility. He needed to think.
Hesitantly, he picked up the femme and walked over to the container he had seen her walk out of. In side he found a make shift camp. Finding the cot, he set her down. Staring at her one lat time before he dropped his holoform. He really needed to think.
