He was cold

So cold.

No one would think that his kind would be able to feel such a thing.

But here he was.

Curled up in a corner.

Trying to preserve the heat that seemed to slowly be sucked away from him by something evil.

Something hungry.

It seemed to be seeping into his frame, freezing wires, clawing eagerly at his spark chamber.

To top it off, he couldn't see anything.

Why was everything so dark?

Why was he so cold?

Some sort of Decepticon tactic, no doubt.

A manipulation of the environment, designed to cause the occupant to go insane.

What could be worse than being completely isolated and trapped in the dark in a small cell? The fact that his one comfort was gone.

He couldn't even feel his twin, and his spark fluttered painfully.

My twin.

My brother.

Why couldn't he feel him?

Why were they torturing him so?

He understood the beatings.

He understood being locked away in a cell, in the dark, and by himself.

But with his spark bond, he was never truly alone.

How were they blocking it?

It seemed an impossible endeavor.

But the Decepticons were always full of surprises.

He shifted slightly, drawing his legs closer to his chassis.

He didn't know how much longer he could keep on like this.

His navy blue optics scanned the inky blackness of the room in vain.

In search of some source of light.

As if the light itself could provide him the hope that he seemed to severely lacking.

The light from his optics did nothing to penetrate the gloom, and he shivered.

Cold.

Devoid of light.

Cut off from his twin.

What kind of pit was this?

He needed his brother.

He needed to get out of here.

How much longer can I last?

Was this their goal?

Keep him isolated, and see how long it would take for him to break?

To spill the secrets that he had sworn on his spark to protect?

He would never give them any information.

But he did not know how long he would be able to hold on.

It seemed so easy to just...let go.

To slip away.

Join the allspark.

Enter a reprieve from this hellish state.

Sideswipe needs me.

How many times had he told himself that?

Too many times.

Far too many.

He had lost count of the exact number.

It seemed to have lost its affect on him as well.

He loved his brother, but he didn't know how…

How could he hold on?

Did he even really want to?

There was that feeling again.

Despair.

It seemed to be all he could feel as of late.

Trapped someplace, where the Autobots would never find him.

Were they even looking anymore?

Did they even care?

Did his brother even care?

So cold…

A shudder, forcing himself further into the corner.

An odd feeling slowly bloomed in his spark chamber, and a mix of dread and peace took over.

An odd combination.

Was this it?

Finally?

Sunny?

His spark practically exploded from happiness as his brother showered him with affection.

He didn't even reprimand his brother for uttering a name he pretended to loathe.

Sideswipe?

It seemed to good to be true.

Sunstreaker where are you?!

I...I don't know.

What? Nevermind that for right now. How...How are you doing? What's going on?

Sides…

He needn't say anything, his feelings over the bond were clear.

Sunny, what's going on?

He could hear the fear in his brother's voice. The concern.

His brother pushed more warmth over the bond, and Sunstreaker could feel the cold feeling in his spark chamber seeping away, over the bond, towards his brother.

Sideswipe was trying to counteract it, by taking on Sunstreaker's burden and giving warmth in exchange.

Sunstreaker's spirits lifted slightly.

I'll find you. I'm looking for you. I won't let you stay wherever the pit you are.

Sunstreaker shook his helm. You won't be able to. I have no idea where the 'Cons are holding me.

Do I look like I give a frag? A particular painful pulse of the spark, and Sunstreaker felt his brother's misery. I'll find your dumb aft, even if it kills me.

It was obvious that the distance was affecting Sideswipe as much as it was him.

Perhaps even more so.

I will find you Sunny. I haven't met up with Prime or the others but I promise you that they're still looking, they haven't given up.

If only it felt like that…

Hey...

You don't need to say anything. Sunstreaker's voice was barely a whisper through the bond.

Eh, well, you know me. Can't keep my mouth shut. He could practically feel Sideswipe's cheeky grin. I love you, bro. I'm coming for ya, don't give up.

Sunstreaker shuttered his optics briefly, reveling in the love and warmth emanating from his brother over the bond. Something told him that their time was growing short.

Don't get killed. It was his only reply. Gruff, seemingly cold shouldered, but both brothers knew it meant far more than that.

Of course I'm not gonna get killed. Who else would be around to annoy your vain aft? A smile, one last pulse of love, and the feelings faded away.

The cold surged forward, hungry; as if ready to devour his newfound hope.

"No," he said quietly to no one in particular, glaring into the gloom.

The cold seemed to shrink away from him, as if deciding that perhaps to engage him now wasn't the wisest course of action.

Sunstreaker sat there, his mental state far more improved than it had been given that he had finally been able to speak with his twin.

He didn't know how Sideswipe had finally been able to penetrate the Decepticon prison, but he was immensely thankful.

A small hope twinged, and he was unable to squash it.

Maybe this unfortunate circumstance wouldn't last as long as he feared after all.


Ayo, so how'd you all like this one? Sunny seem on point for the most part?