Author's Note: This has a lot of revelations over plot XD hehe and also a few little surprises for some Mechs. *wink*
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Autobot Brig, Autobot Base
"Why Baby?" Blaster stood on the outside of the force shield, his blue optics dimming as he gazed in at the prisoner that knelt silently on the floor of the brig. The crimson Communications Officer attempting to work out exactly why Soundwave would be so foolish as to attack the likes of Ironhide… Even though Soundwave had nearly killed the black Weapons Specialist and had ended up at the wrong end of Shatterstrike's mace.
Crimson optics lifted upwards after a long moment, his expression still stony and completely silent, before he looked up at Blaster for a long moment, staring straight at him.
"'Wave. Why?"
"It seemed most logical."
"Baby, you ain't exactly always the logical type. Yah never do anythin' without good reason." Blaster was leaning forwards, his expression almost Spark-broken as he stared in at his Bondmate. That fact had never been revealed to anyone, the fact that Blaster and Soundwave had been together since well before this war had ever started… And with the information that had been provided, Blaster finally knew that his precious Mate had been gassed… like so many others who had been turned against their principles and into almost mindless zombies under the control of Megatron and the Decepticons.
"It seemed the most logical method of being brought to the Autobot base and no longer being a threat to you."
"But yah almost killed Ironhide…"
"It was necessary."
"Was it? 'Wave… Primus… Baby…"
A hand lifted, fingers touching against several trigger points around the heavy helm that rested over Soundwave's features, the twitching mandibles stilled, the edges of it popping open with the release of pressure. Tugging upwards, the heavy helm slipped off, revealing a strikingly handsome Mech with deep blue optics, the gaze flickering for a moment, before revealing the confusion and battle being waged within Soundwave. "I am unable to fight it, Beloved."
"Yeah ya can! If anyone can… its yah! Yah the strongest Mech… I know…" He couldn't stand it, his Spark ached from the terrible separation from his other half… the Mech that made him feel whole. "Sunny's better! Primus… we can fix it… we can fix it!" He was stabbing at the keypad and suddenly the shield dropped, the crimson frame of Blaster bolting across the space and pouncing Soundwave, hands catching the strong jaw, kissing him deeply. All those emotions of longing flooding outwards in a wave as the helm dropped to the floor and rolled away, Soundwave wrapping his arms tightly about his Bondmate.
"How?"
"Yah and me… Baby…" Straddling the Decepticon's lap, he was hugging him tightly, desperate not to let go. "Okay? This time I'm not goin' to loose yah. Not ever, yah hear me?"
"What is going on here?" A voice suddenly made Blaster freeze.
"Prowl…" The Communications Officer's bravado suddenly evaporated in a rush, leaving the Mech swallowing hard and wondering what he could do. There was no way out.
"You wish for an exchange of information." Soundwave spoke up, catching the look in the black and white Mech's expression, knowing that maybe they did have a chance of staying together.
"You… you want his location…" Blaster knew what Prowl wanted in exchange… "But what do… what happens after?"
"He will be released into your custody, Blaster, I assume from your position that he is your significant other?" An optical ridge lifted at that, a touch surprised at it, but clearly not able to let the chance of gaining a new information source in the form of Soundwave slip through his fingers. The Mech had not talked a single word during the previous integration… but with Blaster present there was a significant change in the Decepticon's behaviour.
"He… he is." Blaster held Soundwave protectively, their chasses touching softly, their Sparks pulsing in time. "He… he was gassed, like Sunstreaker."
"He will be ensured to remain in your care if he agrees to provide any information I request."
"Baby?"
"Agreed." Soundwave knew… the moment that Blaster had touched him that he could no longer exist without his Bondmate, their Sparks were singing to each other in a way that nothing could replace. The unshakable loyalty that Soundwave had to Megatron was suddenly losing parts of its foundation, parts of the base crumbling as something was eroding it… attempting to reach the true personality within. Blaster was there… bright and glowing in his processors, strengthening his resolve.
"Where is Taciturn?"
"Skywarp's laboratory…"
"You had best get him to your quarters before anyone else decides to question the fact you are in quite a compromising position with a Decepticon prisoner of war."
"Yes Sir!"
"This is unlike you." The Decepticon rumbled, gazing at Prowl and attempting to work out exactly why Prowl would go against his nature and release a very hostile Decepticon into the care of a compromised Autobot… and almost certainly give him the possibility of free reign over the entire facility if he turned back to Megatron.
"Well, just slag it this once!" Prowl growled, pointing towards the door. "I am not about to lose the only family Jazz and I have to Decepticons. I owe Taciturn my life and that of my Bondmate's, I will not fail him."
"Understood."
Landing Field, Autobot Base
The massive frame of Omega Supreme settled over the land field and well into the next field, the Autobot Guardian's massive bulk dwarfing any of the Earth structures by several times. A crowd of Autobots was gathering just beyond the edge of the cloud of hissing fumes and gasses of the massive engines as they were slowly powering down as the Transformer seemed to unfold outwards… becoming its own miniature city much to the shock of the humans present.
"Holy crap!" Miles swore as he was cradled in Jolt's hands, staring at the massive Autobot that had arrived. "I knew you came in 'big' and 'extremely big' AKA Primo… but you didn't say anything about a whole freaking city falling from the sky."
"I do not fall." A voice suddenly rumbled, making Miles jerk back sharply and bumped against Jolt's chassis, feeling the warm pulse of the Mech's Spark against his back through the thick armour plating.
"SHIT!"
There was a soft rumble of laughter that made all the Autobots shiver ever so slightly at the power of that voice, the massive presence that seemed to dominant the landscape both in the physical and metaphysical sense of the word.
The landing ramp was finally lowering, revealing two Mechs standing in the bright lights of the interior, a massive blue Autobot that made even Prime look small and a slender grey and orange Mech with bright green optics and a smile as wide as Cybertron.
"Come on, Big Blue!" A hand was tugging at Ultra Magnus, literally dragging him down the ramp, that same warm laughter escaping the smaller Mech, making several of the Autobots blink as they were crowding around the ramp, clearly not sure it they were allowed to disembark quite yet. Slender hands were pressing against the larger Mech's back, pushing him until he was in front of Optimus Prime, bright green eyes peeking around one side of Magnus. "Hows this? I do home deliveries!"
"Omega Supreme…" Bumblebee chirped slightly, glancing up at the massive frame then back at the Autobot that was barely the size of Bee, who winked and almost giggled. "Has a sense of humour?"
"Sure I do! Just easier to tell the jokes when you can do it face to face without frightening people." He glanced back towards Miles with a small apologetic smile.
"Magnus…"
"Optimus." The big Mech bowed his head in respect, vivid blue optics regarding his brother.
Sky was surprising both Magnus and Omega when he appeared from the crowd, wrapping an arm around Optimus and pushing the larger Mech forwards.
"You…"
"It's a long story…" Sky gave them both a shrug.
"You're alive." Optimus whispered as he reached out a hand to lightly touch his fingers against the powerful chassis of his younger Brother, feeling the powerful pulse of that Spark within.
"That too is a long story, but let us leave it at Omega Supreme rescued myself and many others during the last two Vorns. We have been attempting to send you a reply transmission, however, the Decepticons have been recently jamming the subspace frequencies."
"Brother."
"It is very good to see you well, Optimus."
Crossing his arms, Omega seemed to regard both the brothers for a long moment and shook his head. "Its call a hug."
Bright blue optics blinked down at his lover, attempting to make sense of the odd little remark, his optic ridges lifting slightly in confusion. Before Magnus suddenly let out a soft yelp, backing up a step as a red faced Judy Witwicky stood at Ultra Magnus's pedes, holding a baseball bat that she had used to give Magnus's foot a good solid thump.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?!" The woman demanded, hands on hips, everyone around her taking one giant step backwards. Sky burying his facial plates in his hands in embarrassment, wishing he could vanish off somewhere and not feel a few pairs of optics gazing at him.
However, gentle hands were suddenly reaching down to lift the woman upwards, taking great care with her, green optics levelling with her face, before a fingertip lightly stroked her back, even when the bat waved menacingly for her being picked up. "I apologise, my Lady… I didn't mean to cause you so much distress with my landing. As you can see, even we… don't quite know what to make of this situation. I am very sorry for causing you trouble."
Her jaw dropped slightly, before she was being ever so gently set back down again beside her husband, the magically appearing bat (which left some Mechs wondering if she had her own subspace pockets for that particular weapon) was carefully removed from her grip and tucked away into subspace where she couldn't reach it.
"How'd you do that?" Bee whistled softly at the fact that somehow Judy had been disarmed.
"That, oh Yellow One, is a secret."
"Prime… we need to talk."
Ruins of Skywarp's Laboratory
"SLAG!" Jazz swore, his visor glowing with his frustration, his fingers curling tightly as he gazed at the smoking ruins of what had once been a Decepticon Base, one that Omega Supreme had decidedly trashed. Blaster had finally given up the location after Prowl had once again cornered the Autobot Communications Officer and demanded it. His pede lashed out and kicked a pebble of what passed as the Cybertronian equivalent of cement, shoulders trembling with anger. This was not his day! His little Brother was somewhere out there… somewhere beyond Jazz's reach and he couldn't protect him...
Strong arms wrapped around Jazz's waist, a warm helm dipped downwards and nuzzled against the side of the silver Mech's throat, dropping several warm kisses just there. A hand spread out across the warm chassis, feeling the beat of both his Bondmate's Spark, but also that of their Sparkling. "We will find him."
"Ah worry for him, Prowler…" Jazz whispered, leaning back into those arms, feeling the pulse of emotion flowing through their connection, reminding him that he was never alone… "Primus… he was always savin' mah aft…"
"We will find him." Prowl said firmly against Jazz's audio, dropping a few warm kisses just there, watching the Mech shiver slightly at the contact. Black and white doorwings twitched slightly, determination steeling his Spark, he would do this, he owed the young Mech for the life of his Bondmate and for the fact that Ratchet's examination had revealed that it was the replacement parts Jazz had received from his brother allowed him to become a Carrier.
Many of the other Autobots on Earth took the fact that Jazz had Sparked as a sign that their race would not end with them as many had worried about. The entire situation on Earth seemed to have the ability to get weirder and weirder with each passing day… not only did a Human become a fully functional and well adjusted Mech… but Samuel was revealed to have the Spark of an Autobot and had been given a new life in his old frame.
"Do yah think…?"
"Hmm?"
"Since… Ah'm carryin'… that… he is too…?"
Prowl considered it for a moment, it was a reasonable assumption. "It is if Bluestreak and Taciturn have…"
Jazz felt his lips twitch slightly, optics brightening and feeling a bubble of mirth rise up from within his tanks. "Say it, Prowler…"
Clearing his vocal components, the Mech glanced down at Jazz.
"It is inappropriate…"
"They're 'facin' each other something fierce. That's what! Screwing in the nut… putting the wrench to good use…"
"Jazz." The security officer growled low in his throat, nuzzling the silvery bot's sensitive Energon lines. "You are quite dirty."
"Oh just yah wait, Prowler Mine, until Ah get you on your belly and stroke those doorwings…" His voice was muffled by the other's hand covering his lips, Prowl leaning forwards slightly to purr low.
"I don't think I will be the one cuffed to the berth…"
Prime's Office, Autobot Base
"Optimus…" Magnus was glancing towards Skyspike, uncertain exactly what to say on the fact that the dead Mech was standing before him rather alive and well… "I… Its Megatron."
"What about…"
"He's returned to Cybertron… and he's abandoned a significant portion of his Decepticons. We picked up the transmissions between him and Shockwave. Cybertron is moving… Our spy network has picked up on Cybertron passing through solar systems under is own power."
"That's quite impossible Magnus, unless…"
"He got them working." Skyspike added softly. "Flame got them working. I remember…" His optical ridges pressed together sharply, his expression showing that he was rather concerned over the fact that he had missed so much. "The construction… the schematics…" Before he suddenly cursed, his optics wide as he suddenly felt a burst of worry… "Why did you originally find my body, Magnus?"
"You had the location of the gas production facilities… One of our scientists was working on a cure for the Shell Program that has affected…"
Ultra Magnus suddenly swallowed hard at the sight of a blackened Punch in the doorway, the Spy barely able to stand looking like he had been rather badly slagged.
"Magnus?" Punch gasped out softly… Staring at his commander, his expression showing his surprise over the fact that the large Field Commander was rather alive and well. "Omega Supreme… just came out of nowhere and…"
"Oh Slag…" Magnus whispered, his expression going from surprise to horror. "Skywarp's laboratory."
"Yeah, we just managed to get Taciturn settled enough to work on his cure and then BOOM!" Hands waved sharply to show exactly what had happened. "Omega Supreme comes out of nowhere and bombs us… I lost track of Taciturn and Bluestreak in the chaos afterwards, barely managed to get my aft back here to warn you… about Megatron…"
"We know about Mega…"
"He shot Starscream. He found out about the rebellion. Barricade and Skywarp managed to drag Starscream to safety before Megs could finish him. But now the Decepticons… the good ones… Primus help me… GOOD Decepticons… are gone!"
"Slag." Optimus added softly. Everything just seemed to go from 'bad' to 'worse', but at least the Decepticons seemed no longer interested in Earth… or at least he hoped so.
"Do you have any idea…?"
"Cybertron." Sky whispered, his hazel optics brightening for a moment. "They are all going to Cybertron. I need to go there. I need to tell them where the facilities are…"
"No."
"Optimus, please…"
"No, I will not let you go into danger again!"
"Orion, I need to go."
"Brother, I will watch over Earth. I have your back." A large hand squeezed Optimus's shoulder gently, reassuring him that he was quite capable of protecting Earth, he would not fail his brother, he would be there as they fought against the last member of their family. "Take Iacon's Spire." The ship that was stowed in one of Omega's cargo bays…. As much as Magnus wished he could be by his brother's side… he was needed here.
"We're comin' too," Jazz and Prowl stood in the doorway, both looking deadly serious over the situation.
"You are needed…"
"Slag it, Prime! He's my brother!"
"I request that Blaster as well as Soundwave are both brought along as well." Prowl added, his expression almost completely emotionless.
"Do I even want to know how either of you know about any of this?"
"Let's just say… Prime… All space lanes lead back to Cybertron."
"Primus…" Optimus rubbed at his brow slightly, before a warm kiss was pressed against his jaw.
"Just go along with it, Orion. You know as well as I do, you would have requested them anyway…"
"We leave in the morning. I would suggest you get yourselves ready…"
"Cybertron, here we come!"
Jolt's Quarters, Autobot Base
"Miles?" Blue-grey eyes peered down at the slender human, warm fingers caressing against the soft cheek, shifting slightly in uncertainty, his expression filled with conflicting emotions, so many that it almost made Jolt's processors seize up. "Please…" His thumb stroked over the familiar lips, attempting to rouse his companion from the sleep he had dropped into, the Autobot needing the reassurance only his beloved could provide.
"Huh?" Sleepy blue eyes blinked sharply, his head turning slightly to regard the handsome youth kneeling over him. "What's… the matter?" He questioned ever so softly, a hand reaching out to tenderly stroke over the warm cheek tenderly, drawing the other's head down to kiss him warmly, nuzzling him gently in an attempt to sooth him a little more. His eyes drifted shut again, his hand sliding down away from Jolt's cheek, but the hologram hurried to catch it, drawing it back up, nuzzling the warm palm and dropping soft little kisses to each fingertip lightly. A soft rather happy sound escaped Miles before he was already drifting back to sleep, his expression relaxing.
"No… no… please… Miles."
Trying to rouse himself at the whispered plea, he was reaching out with both arms to pull the hologram down against him, his fingers sliding down over the sleek body. "Jolt?"
The Autobot's normal frame was sitting against the wall, knees tucked up against his chassis as he watched Miles, his Spark shivering with the thousands of thoughts that plagued him. All the worries that came along with the simple fact that within a single Vorn… the one who made his Spark sing with happiness was… would be… The thought was unbearable!
Gaining no answer, Miles was already half away, fingers sliding through the raven blue locks, sweeping them back away from the tanned features and kissed those soft lips deeply, attempting to provide even more comfort. "God… Jolt you're shivering!" Before his eyes lifted to the sight of the Mech curled against the wall, those pretty blue optics blurred with the first sigh of tears… "What's the matter? Come on… you can tell me…"
"You… I'm going to lose you!" The hologram was clinging desperately to Miles, entire body trembling with the force of his emotions, the human surprised by the tears sliding down over the hologram's cheeks, the beautiful face staring up at him with droplets clinging to the dark lashes.
"Lose me? Jolt, I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here with you." Fingertips were stroking down over the surprisingly damp skin, lifting the pretty jaw upwards and kissing him again, deepening the contact and hoping that it would provide the other with the reassurance he needed. However, it was clearly not enough, making the hologram sob even harder, face burying itself against Miles's shoulder.
"But… you'll leave me…"
"I'm never going to leave you."
"You are… Miles… You are human… humans…" His voice was cut off by a scorching hot mouth that claimed his again, devouring him and stealing every sound that attempted to slip out from between those soft lips.
"I won't leave you, Jolt." Though Miles hoped… that maybe the gift that William Lennox and Samuel Witwicky would also come to him, he would make sure that no matter what, that within this precious Mech's Spark would exist something that would never leave Jolt. Even if he might die… the feelings would remain. He had felt envy over it… knowing that William had been protecting Ironhide and Sam… well Sam was originally a Cybertronian to start with.
"But…"
"No buts."
"But…"
"No buts, Jolt. Okay? I'm here with you, right here… right now." Strong arms suddenly swept Jolt up, surprising the hologram who squirmed ever so slightly, flustered when they were managing to get from the berth to the floor via the sheets at the end, sliding down them in a crazy rush. "We are going to get you warmed up…"
"I'm a hologram…"
"And I'm a carbon-based, bipedal Hominid. It doesn't matter…"
Heading towards the bathroom, blue optics were watching them, the tears fading, too caught up in the unpredictable nature of his beloved human. Soon enough the heated water was being turned on in a fine misted spray that would work for beings their size, hands were sliding over Jolt's body, gently stripping him out of his clothes, which flickered and faded into nothingness when they drifted to the floor.
"I thought…"
"Sometimes you do a little too much thinking, Jolt." Soft lips brushed against the side of the slender neck, nuzzling the tender spot just beneath his ear softly, sucking on the warm earlobe for a moment before sliding a hand down over the warm belly as Miles pressed up against the hologram's back. "Someday… someday we'll find a solution. But right now… we're together and that is all that matters. How about I make you forget? Would you like that?"
They hadn't actually shared physical relations… though they had teased and tormented each other playfully since they had first met… they hadn't shared this. At the beginning, Miles had been the shy one, attempting to work out how to relate to the handsome blue Warrior, until Miles had discovered quite by accident the sensitive, uncertain side of the Mech. Miles learned that day that Jolt truly did need him… that his childish antics weren't everything. That there was something real right there and he made a decision to do all he could to become a partner the blue Mech could rely on.
A soft gasp escaped Jolt as fingers were slowly stroking down over his back and pressing intimately against his entrance, his hips arched backwards, shivering ever so slightly when warm lips touched down across his back softly. The warm spray drifted down over their bodies, making them both rather slick, their flesh brushing up against each other, Miles wrapping his arms around the slender waist, before a hand caught the other's half hard length in his palm. Jolt jerked sharply, his head arching backwards against the strong shoulder, whimpering as he was beginning to be stroked like that.
"Miles…" The slender hologram was trembling with need, feeling that hot length rubbing against his entrance, tormenting him with the knowledge that soon enough he would feel that within him, feel the stretch… the completion of their bodies for the first time. The feeling of that hand against his length was addictive and his hands were attempting to reach behind him, before they were pinned down to his sides, the pace of the strokes was increasing and tightening. "AH! What… what… AH! MILES!" Squirming wildly, his hips wiggling and swaying something fierce. He was utterly adorable like that, features flushed and panting hard, attempting to keep up with the way he was being touched and rubbed against.
But he couldn't survive it when his nipples were pinched skillfully between fingers, twirled and rubbed until they were throbbing with heat. Though Jolt's own hand was being guided down to his own throbbing length, fingers guiding him in hot strong motions, allowing Miles to press two fingers against that tight entrance, making Jolt gasp and almost stop jerking himself off.
"If you stop… I'll stop." It was a rather sexy little threat and Jolt couldn't resist.
Both hands were soon stroking over his hard, twitching length, his hips arching into his own fingers, as those fingers scissored within his rear, letting the hot water trickle in and make him wiggle wildly within his lover's grip. A third finger was soon within him, Jolt abruptly arched, crying out as fluids dripped down over his fingers, fading into nothing just like his clothes when they left his body, but there was a sudden 'thump', from outside of the bathroom which made Miles smirk.
"I see… you like this…"
"Miles!"
"That's my name… scream it for me, Jolt. Let everyone hear you… I want them to know just how much us humans can pleasure our lovers."
"MILES!!!!!" He was trembling already, on the edge of coming again as those fingers were rubbing against his sweetspot within, tormenting him, before… "Primus… AH!"
The hot length slipped inside Jolt, filling him up and stretching him out wide, his body shuddered, barely able to keep himself up as he was penetrated deeply, their bodies shifting forwards and Jolt's hands came up against the wall. A foot caught around the edge of Jolt's ankle, pushing outwards and exposing that warm rear completely, before Miles was pushing more force behind each movement, drawing a whimpering cry of pleasure from his lover.
Bodies grinded together, Miles's hand reaching around those slender hips, curling about the warm length, beginning to jerk Jolt off hard and fast, speeding up the rhythm, not about to let his lover's body call. With each thrust, there was a metallic shriek and wobbly chirps from the next room, Jolt's real body sprawled out on the berth, unable to do anything but overload from the sensory input from his holographic form.
Everything was blurring together in a wave of movements… Jolt overloading again, unable to hold in all the little sounds that came spilling out of him, his Spark felt Miles… felt the love that seemed to seep out of the human's skin like some kind of biological aura. Lips trembling as he was whispering a thousand different words, most Miles didn't quite understand, but he caught the emotions behind them, the pleading tone… begging for the reassurance only Miles could offer.
"I love you…" He nipped hard at the other's ear softly, licking around the shell of it as his voice purred sweet nothings into it, until both of them lost the capacity for words. Together, sliding against one another and feeling the heat surging through them in waves, it was beautiful and sacred all for a moment.
A wave of liquid heat suddenly filled Jolt, that length so deep within his lover that they felt as if they were one and the same, a single being who had a single beating Spark between them. Before the heat swallowed them whole… consuming them with the flames of ardent passion that were urging them on…
The Void
"Sam?" Miles blinked slightly as he glanced at his friend who sat down beside them at their favourite vantage point just outside their hometown.
"Despite the fact you might never get the opportunity to share his life with him, you remain with Jolt." Samuel tipped his head slightly as he lightly rested his hand against his friend's shoulder softly.
"I can't say I'm all pure on that note. I was angry… envious even of that you and the Major have." The blonde haired youth glanced at his friend, before offering a small smile and a shrug. "But I knew that if I was worthy of such a thing, it would come, maybe not in the hocus-pocus method of the Major… or the 'I've always been a transformer at heart' stuff you divulged to us all."
"It was strange, wasn't it?" The dark haired young man laughed softly, his eyes sparkling with something that was not quite Sam or even Skyspike for that matter.
"You…" Blonde brows pressed together, gazing at the being before him, attempting to work out who exactly it was. The young man's features blurred slightly, becoming indistinct to blue eyes. "Who are you?"
"A friend."
"Well you're just as cryptic as Sam…" The human grumbled softly before his shoulders sagged ever so slightly, before looking again and suddenly realised they were longer on that hill top, but he was standing face to face with a powerful Mech, tall and impressive. A handsome face rather reminiscent of Optimus's filled his vision, before a slender Femme appeared to one side, her hand resting lightly against the Prime's shoulder.
"You shouldn't tease him like that, Commodus." The Seeker chuckled softly, a finger reaching down to lightly touch the humans' hair softly, brushing back and forth lightly.
"What… exactly is going on?" Miles wondered if he would ever get any straight answers for any of them.
"Cybertron's rebirth."
"What… what do you mean? I know it was pretty much trashed during the war and stuff…"
"Cybertron is coming here." A finger gestured towards the night sky that seemed to appear out of nowhere again, the moon over Earth glimmering brightly. "Cybertron is coming home and when it comes, it shall be reborn with the return of the AllSpark."
"But the AllSpark was…"
"It was not."
"Sam." Miles concluded, trying to piece together everything he had managed to find out from a number of different sources. "Sam had it all this time. In his head and then… in his heart… then…" Images swirled, forming around them, giving Miles a glimpse at the truth. "In his hands. But who…"
"A willing sacrifice will be given in return for Cybertron's rebirth and our Children's freedom from the poisons of Unicron and the Fallen."
"Not Sam! GOD NO! Hasn't he suffered enough?"
"The future is unclear, the Sacrifice has not yet been identified."
"Great… more mysteries…" But maybe he would get a chance to ask the one question he wished to understand. "How could a Spark be inside a human? I mean… Humans and Cybertronians aren't exactly even remotely similar physically…"
"But at the centre they are. Humans are children of Primus as well, children of the All Spark. You are our other halves. The future is limitless when we are together…" Green optics dimmed ever so slightly, before a slight smile came to his lips for a moment. "It is a Symbiosis, Miles. Cybertron and Earth are linked. Their futures joined together, Organic and Mechanical. Sparks to Souls, Souls to Sparks. They are… as one within the Matrix."
"You mean Heaven is… the Matrix?"
"In a way, yes."
"So you're Primus right?"
"Not quite." Those green optics softened, warm and gently as Miles was held softly. "We are all a part of Primus, all bound within the will and way of the Universe, which is under his guidance."
"Okay…" Miles scrubbed at his face with his hands, trying to work out why it was him they were talking to and not Sam or Will… or someone who was more important. "You sound like a priest."
"I was the Matrix-Bearer before my Son. I was Prime during the Golden Age of Cybertron, I remained behind when the others brought our brother to justice. I attempted to bring peace to my other children… but Megatron would not accept that he would not follow after…"
"Okay… okay… okay! This is nutty."
"You're telling me." Commodus Prime chuckled, before a thumb pressed lightly against the boy's chest softly. "Remember this talk of ours and speak of it to those who need to know. Everything happens for a reason."
"WAIT!" He called as everything began to fade…
"You have not been forgotten, Miles. I assure you."
And everything faded to black.
Jolt's Quarters, Autobot Base
Jerking upwards, Miles was panting hard, his hands coming up to his face, his fingers rubbing against it lightly, shuddering with the rush of emotions and images that stormed through him. When something warm brushed up across his shoulder, something warm and solid curled up against his side, blue optics flickering slightly from within a beautiful face.
"What's… wrong…?" Jolt whispered softly, attempting to sooth his lover… neither of them quite realising…
"I just had the weirdest dream ever…" Before he stared down at his hands, turning them over in the faint light of his pale blue optics, "What the fuck…?"
"Hmm?" Pretty blue optics flickered again, unshuttered as he was rolling onto his side and stared up at the tall white and pale yellow Mech who was sprawled on the berth beside him. "WHAT! Who… who are you?" Jolt was jerking backwards, electricity sparkling from his fingertips as he was shivering in sudden fear that someone had invaded his quarters… and Miles… Miles?
"Jolt."
The voice… that expression… the same smirk that sometimes teased him. "MILES!!!!!!" And the Mech was pounced back onto the sheets, being completely overwhelmed by the vivid blue Mech that suddenly filled his arms, pressing a thousand kisses across every inch of his facial plates. "You're…! You… Wow…"
"Jolt… calm… down before you… OUCH!"
Big blue optics blinked slightly, though he was wiggling where he sat in Miles's lap, clearly wanting nothing more than to be able to literally express his love for the other. His servos pulled away slightly, before one reached out to slide beneath warm armour, finding the other's Spark casing and… Oh… That sound… The vibrations of a Spark beneath his palm rose through the metal.
"Oh… slag… Don't look at me like that…" Miles sighed, fingertips brushing against the warm cheekplates, unable to resist the adorable expression of utter wonder on his lover's features. "You know I can't resist you…"
"Mine?"
"Of course. Though I have a feeling… that right now I really need to speak with Prime…" There was a long pause, a soft gasp… "Or maybe in a hour…"
Jolt's grin widened.
Autobot Gunship Praxus, Cybertronian Orbit
"Cybertron."
Bluestreak and Taciturn watched the grey husk of their homeworld slowly move across the view port before them, powerful engines leaving an ion trail in the planet's wake. Cybertron was literally moving under its own power, the entire planet journeying surprisingly swiftly between stars, living in both intense shadows and intense light as it crossed through solar systems heading towards Earth. Taciturn had known about Flame's little pet project, but he couldn't believe that it was actually working right before his optics.
"So… you knew about this?" Bluestreak asked softly.
"I knew Megatron had commissioned the scientist Flame to build world engines… but I had no idea that fractured processor of Flame's would actually get it to work…"
"Where do we go now?"
"Without Skyspike's map, we'll just have to go to the place they originally started the gassing." Taciturn was gesturing to one area on Cybertron, allowing Bluestreak to input the commands as the small ship was soon heading towards Cybertron. The small Mech was soon working over the control panel, hacking his way into the planet's defence system grid and making the computer system think they were nothing more than a hunk of space debris. "Hopefully there might be an uncontaminated sample there…" Before he swallowed hard and glanced back towards his lover, his hand lightly touching against the warm shoulder for a moment.
"Its in Praxus… isn't it?" The Mech whispered softly, his beautiful blue optics dimming at the thought, but feeling the bubble of reassurance and warmth surge along the Bond that bound their Sparks together.
"I'm so sorry, Love." His cheekplate rested against the broad shoulder of the Sniper, his fingers rubbing up and down softly over the metal. Before he nuzzled him tenderly, lifting his head and dropping a soft kiss against the corner of those lips. "I know…"
Blue was sitting silently in his chair, his optics flickering slightly, not even answering, memory files were bubbling to the surface so fast it left his processors spinning wildly, a sound of pain echoed from the Mech as the ship was slowly arcing down towards that familiar landscape. It was the first time since his rescue that he had returned to those streets. His lips pressed together tightly, trying to keep himself together, when his lover was straddling his lap, helm blocking out the view of Cybertron and catching his face in both hands.
Their chassis were brushing together, an intimate gesture as the Mech's visor slipped upwards, green optics gazing at his Bondmate, reaching out a hand to draw that head down. A deep kiss was devouring Bluestreak's mouth, Taciturn holding him close and reassuring him that everything would be all right. Pulling back enough that their helms were touching softly together, he was lapping over the soft lower lip for a moment. "I need you, Blue. You know Praxus better then anyone… Love, I know… I understand the pain. My beautiful Love, you don't need to hold it in…"
And tears were slowly streaking down over the Mech's cheekplates, cleanser fluid dripping down against Taciturn's helm, tears that needed to fall. "I…"
"I know… I know. I'm glad I saw you that day…"
"You saved me. I would have permanently offlined in that cell. Tacit…"
"Blue. Just let go."
And for the first time, the Mech did, wrapping his arms around the slender golden frame in his lap, allowing Vorns of grief to spill out and over, his entire body sagging into the pilot's chair, finally able to release all the anguish that surged around within his systems. And in that moment, Bluestreak promised himself he would never let any harm come to his Bondmate, swore he would protect him until the very end.
Blaster's Quarters, Autobot Base
Blaster lay on his belly, his head resting against the warm pillow, his optics were shuttered and he was indulging in a rather deep recharge cycle, knowing finally that his Bondmate was finally by his side. A little sound escaped him when two warm servos were slowly sliding down across his spinal plating, they rubbed in slow circles and headed downwards, soon lingering over his aft softly, a thumb stroking against his plating lightly. Soft lips touched against the nape of his neck, a deep rumble of sound tickled his audio and a sleepy smile rose to Blaster's lips as he was slowly being drawn out of recharge.
"Baby…?" He groaned as his armour was slowly removed, those hands working their magic over his body, leaving him intoxicated by the feeling of finally having his other half returned to him.
"Just relax." Came the purring reply, warm lips tickling across an audio for a moment, a glossa flickering out and tracing the sensitive outline, making Blaster shudder at the contact. "Let me do this…" Those hands were working their way up and down his back, massaging him slowly, easing every stress from within his frame, leaving him arching a little restlessly up into it. Leaving every inch of his body tingling with anticipation, knowing that soon enough…
Rolled onto his back, dark blue optics glowed warmly in the darkness above him, brightening for a moment as his mouth was being devoured heatedly, fingertips stroking against his cheekplates lightly. Ghosting down across his chassis, Soundwave teased his Spark casing, tracing the outline softly. Hands were seemingly everywhere, Blaster reaching out for his Bondmate, but his hands were pressed back down onto the berth. A large frame soon straddled his hips, grinding against him in the most seductive manner, leaving him panting softly with the sudden contact between them.
"Baby… I never…"
"I know." Lips teased the underside of Blaster's throat, nipping and nuzzling the sensitive wires and Energon lines just there, sucking on one and getting a whimpering gasp of pleasure from Blaster. "You were always the loyal type, I love that about you. That despite all that has happened… you would still wish to have me."
"'Cause I know… it weren't you. I know the Mech I Bonded with… I know he's still very much in you… though…" Blaster's optics sparkled with amusement, his hands finally escaping his lover's grip, sliding them down over the warm body above him, pulling him even closer, and loving the way he arched into the touches. "You don't impress me with your heavy breathing, you nutcase!"
Suddenly Soundwave was nuzzling his face against his lover's throat, laughter escaping him as Blaster played back that particular sound clip of Judy Witwicky's conversation with this particular Decepticon. "I do not impress you?"
"I didn't say that… AH!"
Two fingers had slipped into Blaster's valve swiftly, slowly beginning to thrust in and out slowly, tormenting the Mech beneath him and stretching him out slowly, his tight passage rippling around the intrusion. "Now, no more jokes."
"Primus…" Blaster whimpered softly, before another hand closed around his spike, a thumb sliding down around the underside as it was slowly drawing upwards, rubbing across the sensitive metal, a thumb pad caressing the tip, fingers squeezing before repeating the motion. "Baby!"
But soon enough those fingers were pulling away and being replaced by something much larger, stretching Blaster out and making his fingers curl into the bedding beneath him, crying out with the penetration. Shuddering as that length was slowly pushing into his body, he was gasping, trying to keep from squirming, his hips lifting as his knees were being pushed upwards, exposing Blaster more to the slow thrust of that length into him.
"Nooooo… so slow!" He squirmed, hips wiggling until a breath was forced out of him when Soundwave thrust hard and sharply into him, "AH!"
The pace was suddenly fierce, thrusting deep and hard into the warm passage, creating a hot friction between them, their bodies sliding together in the most seductive of manners. It was so deep that Blaster felt as if he was going to be split in two by the force of it. His Spark was quivering within its casing, calling out of his lover… his beloved Bondmate. They needed…
And then the warm casing opened against his own, fingers were rubbing against his ports, leaving him senseless with all the pleasure that was burning through his entire frame, he could do nothing but be taken like that. Every inch of frame feeling the love the other still held for him. Soon he was pressing downwards, their casings fitting together perfectly, cabling snapping into place, linking them together, their Sparks brushing up…
Those hips were still arching and thrusting hard and firmly into his body, continuing to rub a sweet friction against his sweetspot. Their Sparks were merging, joining together and Blaster kissed his Bondmate deeply, his arms wrapping tightly about the warm frame, holding him close and not wanting to let go.
"Baby?" He whispered softly, warm dark blue optics flickered online at the gentle call.
"Blaster." The voice was slightly different, softer… warmer…
And tears were sliding down Blaster's cheeks at the sound of his own name whispered like that, his arms wrapped tightly around the warm frame, keeping Soundwave against him. "Its you… Primus… its you!"
A warm glossa licked at the tears, rubbing cheekplates with his Bondmate, feeling the darkness lift from within his Spark, their Bond giving them clarity for the few moments they were fully merged together. "I love you, my Beloved." He whispered a moment before the heat was far too intense for either of them to ignore.
Both overloaded with a cry of the other's name, the love and delight of being together again overflowing into their Bond, flooding every inch of it and as the heat rose to consume them, Soundwave knew that he would fight to the end to be able to be with his lover once more… He would do everything he could to help the Autobots and be free of the darkness that clouded his very Spark… Without Blaster he was nothing…
"And I will be with you to the end."
Helix Gardens, Praxus, Cybertron
The camouflage netting was pulled over the hull of the small ship, dust and debris being scattered over its surface as it shimmered once and finally blended in with the background, the heat of its engines finally cooling enough that it would no longer register on scanners.
Bluestreak stood silently, gazing around at what had once been the Helix Gardens, one of the most beautiful areas of Praxus. Shattered crystals littered the ground, faint traces of methane hovering in the air around them, speaking of what had once been here… but no longer was. "This…"
"I know." His hand was lightly stroking over his lover's arm, before gently tugging at him, his optics dimming behind his visor as he was scanning their surroundings, only to freeze when a blaster levelled at him.
"Going somewhere?"
HEHE ^^ please review XD also suggestions for the name of Miles as an Autobot are VERY welcome ^___^