Hey y'all! Sorry it's been so long, but I have some coolio news!
I have created a WIKI for this story. I'm a nerd, I know. But if you want to check it out, here's the address!
inremembrancefanfic(dot)wikia(dot)com/wiki/In_Remembrance_-_Fanfic_Wiki
Just replace the (dot) parts with an actual period. There's not much yet, but there is a cool banner and I started a page for Blair/Blare! Feel free to add to it, if you keep up on the chapters! I'd love for people to add to it and leave their mark and/or interpretations of the story!
Oh yeah, and I made a video preview trailer thingy. It'll be up on YouTube soon, next time I update I'll give the link. :D
Ah yes, and one more thing. So far I've got a few songs for the pairings. YOU MUST GO LISTEN TO THEM OR I WILL TELL OPTIMUS HE CAN HAVE YOUR FACE. (I seem to use this threat a lot...)
The theme of the whole story is "Memories" by Within Temptation. Kind of self explanatory, BUT IT'S AN AWESOME SONG.
Optimus x Blair/Blare = I only have one so far for these two. It's called "Vanilla Twilight" and it's by Owl City. IT'S SO SCHWEET, IT GIVES ME CAVITIES WHEN I LISTEN TO IT.
Megatron x Blair/Blare = For some weird reason, I have THREE for them. First one is "I Thought I Lost You" by Miley Cyrus and John Travolta. (Don't yell at me for this one, I like it!) Second is "Decoy" by Paramore, and even though it's a girl singer I imagine it's Megs singing to Blare. And the last one is my favorite for them, it's called "Gravity" by Sara Bareilles. The first verse is Blare singing, then the second is Megs, and then Blare again, and I guess the last chorus would be both of them...
Starscream x Moonfall = I also have three for them! First one is "Dance Dance" by Fall Out Boy. Don't ask me why, it just fits them. Listen to it and you'll know what I mean, LOL. The other two are my favorites. One is "How Can I Live?" by Ill Nino, it's from the Freddy vs. Jason movie. (Horror lovers, unite!) And the last one is my absolute fave for them, it's called "Super Psycho Love" by Simon Curtis. If you listen to no other, LISTEN TO THAT ONE OH MY PRIMUS IT'S SO AWESOME.
Barricade x Moonfall = Is this a real pairing or not? Ah well, people see things differently, and I could see them together, kinda. So their song is "Sugar We're Goin' Down", it's also by Fall Out Boy.
More to come soon, hopefully! (And maybe I'll have more than ONE for Optimus and Blare soon...)
Well, this chapter is like super long so I hope you enjoy it! ^^
Blare knocked on the door of the medical bay. "R-Ratchet... is it okay if I come in? Or are you busy? I can come back later, it's just that Bumblebee wanted me to talk to you... m-maybe I should just come back..."
"No, no, come in," she heard Ratchet's voice grumble from behind the door. "Just be careful, don't touch anything. Just come in and sit down, Blare."
She pushed the door open and walked inside. Ratchet was examining something over at a table, and she looked around. She spotted the berth she'd been lying on before, and decided to hop up on it. It was a bit of a long way, but she was used to it. Once she got there, she craned her neck to see what Ratchet was working on that was so important. "What're you doing?"
"Don't concern yourself with my work." He turned around, blocking the table so she couldn't see. Damn, the jerk. "What are you here for?"
"I've been remembering things, Ratchet." She fidgeted and tapped the edge of the berth. "There was a memory, when I was with Sideswipe... and another when I was playing a game with Bee and the twins... just now."
"Oh, you did?" Ratchet nodded, crossing his arms. He was trying to stay gruff, but she could tell that he was pleased. "What about, Blare? Can you describe the one with Sideswipe?"
"I was with Sideswipe... and when we went outside, it just hit me. In the memory, we were talking... and he was upset because there was someone he couldn't find."
"Ah. Do you happen to know, Blare, who he couldn't find? Do you know their name?"
She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to concentrate on thinking of the name. "I find out he's alive... and I can't even do anything." The warm feeling of bright sun on her skin, on her bare arms and shoulders and legs. Sun. The warm rays and streaks of the sun. She snapped her eyes open, taking a deep breath as she did so. She looked at Ratchet, blinking. "His name... his name has 'sun' in it. I don't know if there's more, but... 'sun'. I know it was... someone very close to him... I-I'm sorry..."
"That's fine, Blare. Whatever you remember, no matter how small, that's wonderful. Don't forget, it is only your first day here. Don't pressure yourself to remember more than you can."
"So I was here before." She pushed some hair from her face. "I did know all of you, didn't I?"
Ratchet's mouth quirked up a bit, and there was a knowing sparkle in his optics. "I can't tell you that, Blare."
She sighed, slumping down. "Yeah. I figured you'd say that. Can you tell me anything I don't already know?"
He chuckled. "Well, I can tell you that you're making good progress, Blare."
She smiled, then there was a flash against her eyes. Not just in front of them, but right up against the optic nerves, pressing on them. It hurt. "Oh God!" She doubled over, covering her eyes. Oh God, it hurt. "R-Ratchet, it's... it's happening again, oh God, oh God..."
"A memory? If it's coming now, just let it take over, don't try to suppress it. I won't be offended. Let yourself get lost in it."
This time she actually got an image. It was blurry, fuzzy, and barely visible, but it was something.
She could feel herself crying, and she could see herself. She was slumped against a berth, much lower than the mech on top, bent over. Her knees hugged to her chest, her face buried in her arms. She was crying extremely hard, harder than she was sure she'd ever cried in her life.
"Blare? Blare, calm down. You can't-"
"Don't tell me what the slag I can and can't DO, Ratchet!" She looked up, through her stinging eyes, at the older doctor. "I deserve to be upset! He almost DIED! I couldn't do anything! I just froze up! How am I supposed to be acting, huh? It was MY FAULT!"
"It was not completely your fault." Ratchet reached down and carefully tilted her face upward. "Not even one of us could have reached him before the damage had been done."
"When is he going to wake up?" She got to her feet, wiping her eyes on her sleeve.
"Blare, don't worry. He's doing much better than I would have expected. It shouldn't be long before he's up and at it again." He scooped her up and placed her on the edge of the berth. "A little support from his sparkmate couldn't hurt, however."
She scoffed, still rubbing at her eyes. "We're not sparkmates, Ratchet. We barely know each other."
Ratchet chuckled. "Whatever you say, Blare. Still, you can only help him."
She knelt down beside the mech's servo, and though she couldn't tell who it was, she took one of his fingers. The pattern on him looked somewhat like Optimus's pattern - but with the blur and the red-and-or-silver colors she thought she could see, it could have also easily been Mudflap or Sideswipe.
"Please," she murmured, laying her head down next to his servo and sobbing, trying to keep it all together. "Please wake up. You can't stay in stasis forever. I need you to wake up, sweet..." She swallowed before saying it, and she got the sense that Ratchet wasn't going to tell anyone about what she was going to say, but he also wasn't going to ever let her live it down. "Sweetspark... I need you to wake up... can you hear me?"
A few seconds later, that one finger she was wrapped around gave a twitch. As if saying yes, he could hear her.
She looked up at Ratchet. "That probably doesn't mean he's awake, does it?"
"Not yet." The old medic's lips were upward slightly on one side. "But it's good progress. Yes, it won't be long now. Oh, yes, and I'm telling him you called him that, by the way."
She giggled through her tears and looked back down at the servo. "As long as he wakes up, I don't care."
Blare fell to her side on the berth. She curled up and then suddenly relaxed, taking in breaths so deep that she probably looked like a dying fish flopping around on a deck. "R-Ratchet!"
He was still over her, though she hadn't been able to tell because of the memory assaulting her every sense. "Yes, Blare? I'm here. Is it over?"
She managed to nod weakly. "Y-Yeah..."
"What was it about? You could see things in it?"
She struggled to push herself up a little. "It was... hard to see. Like I was in a cloud of fog and I was watching, but I could... still feel everything that was happening to me, and everything I was doing."
"Did you know what was going on?"
She shook her head, narrowing her eyes. "Ratchet, what... what does 'sweetspark' mean?"
There was a fleeting look of surprise on Ratchet's face, but it was quickly replaced by a look of him knowing something she didn't. "Ah, I see. I think I know what memory you experienced." He leaned back a little. "'Sweetspark' is a term of affection used by Cybertronians. It is akin to your human 'sweetheart'."
"Oh. That, uh... makes sense. Any reason I might be calling any of you that?"
"If they were your sparkmate, yes. That's the Cybertronian standard."
She nodded weakly, lying back down. "Ratchet, could I just lie down in here for a while? I'm dizzy, and my stomach hurts."
"Is it pain or nausea?"
"Both."
Ratchet nodded, patting her head with one finger. "Yes, perhaps you should rest for a bit, if you're not feeling well. Would you like me to inform Optimus and the others where you are?"
"Oh - would you? I don't want anybody to worry about me."
"Very well. As soon as I take your temperature, I shall tell them."
She closed her eyes, trying to relax her body a little from the memory. "Thanks, Ratchet. You're the greatest."
"Moonfall, you're not restraining him well enough!"
"Well, if you turned the light on and shined it in his face, maybe he'd be scared enough not to squirm like a one-orn-old hatchling!"
"Are you guys a couple? 'Cause you fight like one-"
"SHUT UP, SILVERPITCH!" both of the Decepticons yelled at the rogue, their processors steaming. "IT'S NONE OF YOUR FRAGGING BUSINESS!"
Moonfall slammed the chrome mech's body onto the floor, and Starscream decided to heed her advice by flicking one light on. It shone on Silverpitch like a spotlight, which was exactly what she'd been referring to. (Apparently she'd used his media card to get way too many old human detective movies from that store.)
The femme's lip components quirked up into a devious, obviously sadistic smirk towards the defected Decepticon. "Well well. What do we have here, Screamer? Looks like a traitor to me."
Starscream snorted. "It reeks of one as well. Smells like treachery... and fear."
Moonfall chuckled darkly. "Extra fear. You do know why, don't you? He knows he's come face to face with the two most powerful Decepticons in the universe. Care to demonstrate, Screamer?"
"Of course." He grinned and stuck out one Seeker wing that doubled as a sword, displaying the sharp edge and turning so the light glinted off the metal. "Now, I wouldn't assume you'd like this anywhere in your body for any amount of time."
Silverpitch looked scared shitless, as the human expression went. It didn't even seem like he could activate his vocal processor, as wide as his optics were.
"Good, that's the correct response." Moonfall placed one finger on the edge of Starscream's wing, managing not to cut herself and get Energon all over the place. She glanced in Starscream's optics before looking back at Silverpitch. "So then, you pathetic excuse for a soldier, we have one question for you, if you don't want to get a check-up from Scalpel and his assistant Screamer."
Starscream got closer, extending his wing even more toward Silverpitch's helm, looking to sever the bond between it and the rest of his body. "Where is the girl?" he hissed.
Silverpitch attempted to lean back, but since Moonfall had him in a tight grip, it didn't work out quite as expected. "Wh-What?"
"Are your audio receptors full of rust!" Moonfall shrieked. "He asked you a question, glitchhead! Answer it before I tear you to pieces!"
Silverpitch tried to wriggle out of her grasp, but it didn't work. She was holding him too tightly, in a way that he could barely move. "I-I don't know who you're talking about!"
"BLARE!" Starscream was living up to the last part of his name; by now he was getting irritated and upset. "WHERE IS BLARE?"
Silverpitch was quivering by now. He was trying frantically to escape Moonfall's vise grip, but it wasn't working as well as he hoped. "I-I don't even know who that is! I don't know any femmes with that name! I swear to Primus!"
"She's not a femme!" Starscream roared, slicing his wing-sword across the former Decepticon's face. He took great delight in the tortured cry that followed his action. "She's a girl! She's a little human girl and she's this tall!" He held his servo about 5 feet from the floor of the interrogation chamber. "She's got blonde hair and her eyes are this weird color somewhere in the median of green and brown! She has this annoying vocal expression that grates on your nerves and grows on your spark, and she's slow as slag! And if you don't tell me where she is right now, I swear to Primus I'm going to send you to the Pit so fast your sensors won't have time to process what happened!"
The room was quiet for a moment, then Moonfall spoke up. "I'd do what he says if I were you, fragger."
When Silverpitch spoke, his vocal expression was full of cracks and static. "I-I don't know who you're talking about. I've never seen the fleshling, and I've never heard of her. I-I swear..."
Starscream snarled, and pushed Moonfall aside, taking hold of the traitor himself. "You listen to me!" He slammed the mech's body against the wall, much like Moonfall had done to him when they'd first met. "You tune your audio receptors in damn well, because we need that girl back. Where. Is. She?"
Silverpitch tried to edge away. "I-I told you-"
"And if you say 'I don't know' one more fragging time, I'll call Scalpel in and personally help him tear you bolt from bolt!"
"B-But I really don't know-"
Moonfall snorted out a laugh, reached up for the cord. "Allow me, Screamer."
She yanked the cord, and the room went pitch black. All that could be heard after that was the sound of metal scraping against metal, punctuated by terrified wails.
Megatron had left Silverpitch in the care of Starscream and Moonfall ("care" being a very loose word, obviously) some time ago. He couldn't be bothered to deal with the defect now. He was busy trying to find Blare's heat signature.
He'd finally decided to get off his aft and do something to get her back. She wasn't in the forested area, clearly, so where might she be? In the city, perhaps. So, much as he despised humans, he phased into his holoform and began a search.
He had a picture of her with him, and as he tried to track her signature, he showed the picture to random humans, asking if they'd seen her. So far, all he'd gotten was "no". Nobody had seen anyone who looked like her, and nobody knew her. He probably seemed like some pathetic human looking for his girlfriend or something...
Uh, no. He shook his head, leaning against a building. Blare wasn't his lover, or his sparkmate, or anything of the sort. At the least, she was a pawn... at the most, she was a friend. She was pretty much the only one in his faction that had any common sense, and who didn't make him want to bash his helm against the wall every time he talked to them.
He needed her around; besides himself, she was the only sane person in his current team - including Moonfall. Every time she got Starscream going, he'd get her going right back, and then he had a helm-ache for the rest of the night. There was no way he could deal with those two if Blare wasn't around to act... mentally sound.
He opened his eyes and looked down at the picture in his hand. It was from a time when she, Starscream, and Barricade (in their holoforms) had gone into town together. Apparently it had been quite late, and Barricade was waiting for them to stop fooling around because they'd already been out an hour. The sun had been setting in the distance, and the wind was high; Blare asked Starscream to take a picture of her with her camera, with the sunset as a backdrop.
She was smiling - grinning, more like it. The wind had whipped her blonde hair around her face, causing several flyaway sections across her cheeks and in the air. Her lips had been painted a light rosy shade (he vaguely remembered Barricade complaining about having to stop at that "store that sucked the very male essence out of a mech" where she'd bought the cosmetics) and her eyes weren't pointed at the camera. It looked as if the instant Starscream had taken the picture, Barricade had done something funny and she'd been looking at him.
He put the picture back into the pocket of the jeans he was currently wearing, and sighed heavily. He closed his eyes again, and shook his head. "Blare... I will bring you back to me, no holds barred. And that's to say nothing of what I'm going to do to the rust-bucket who took you away from me..."
Well, I enjoyed writing more Starscream and Moonfall, teehee. Seems like they hate each other, but when they REALLY wanna slice someone up, they work together wonderfully. They're both insanely scary. Moonfall's MY character, and she scares me. Screamer, on the other servo, well, uh, he scares the scrap out of everybody. But he's hot, you know, so... we'll forgive him. XD
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Hope you guys liked, and reviews are welcome! Thanks for reading! ^^
