-part 10
"You were? But you said they took them away." Starscream asked blearily, rousing from recharge slowly. He stroked his mate's waist and the side of his chest, moving to prop himself on his elbow.
"The twins' protoforms were orange and blue. The exact same colors of Jetfire and Jetstorm. They grew up in an orphanage and then went into to construction... The Elite Guard must have realized their potential and faked an accident to get them to be reformatted beck to their original flyer mode..." Perceptor shook his helm. "After all the lies they were fed, they might not believe the truth..."
Starscream sat up and looked at Perceptor firmly.
"Do you think that they'll believe you?" He asked, taking his mate's hand.
Perceptor shook his helm. "I don't know... I just don't know." Snuggling close to Starscream, he sighed. "If they feel a connection, it would be so faint by now... There might not be a chance to revive it."
"We have to try..." Starscream sighed, just as a loud explosion sounded from down the hall. There was a howl of wind and a roar of fire and Starscream rolled onto the berth, covering Perceptor's more lightly armored body with his own body, tucking his limbs in so that the scorching fire that suddenly filled the room wouldn't harm his smaller mate.
"Mr. Perceptor!" Jetstorm shouted as he flew into the room. Perceptor was tightly holding onto Starscream. Jetfire flew in after his twin and saw the Seeker covering Perceptor. "You be unhanding Mr. Perceptor!"
Starscream resisted the well-trained urge to snarl and blast the two Autobots into oblivion, sitting up and pushing his mate behind him as he sat on the berth. Jetstorm sent a gust of wind towards the seeker, the wind catching on his wings and sending jolts of pain through his back as he raised his null ray in a self-defensive gesture, his arm stiff as he aimed at the two young mechs.
"Now boys, calm down, I just want to talk, I don't want to hurt you." He tried to keep the pain from his free hand found Perceptor's, squeezing gently behind his back.
Perceptor tried to stay calm himself. While it felt good to have his emotions back, it was also weird. He was trying not to give in to the urge to yell at the twins.
"Why you want to be talking? You be hurting Mr. Perceptor!" Jetstorm shouted, his brother nodding. Reaching for Starscream's hand Perceptor squeezed back, his action unnoticed by the twins, who had gotten the condensed Autobot version of what had happened over twenty vorns ago.
"I would never hurt Perceptor." Starscream stated as calmly as he could. "He is more precious to me than anything else in all the cosmos." Starscream felt his hand shaking as he held Perceptor's. "I never hurt Perceptor and I never will." His gaze darkened. "Unlike some Autobots I know." He growled, thinking of Sentinel Prime.
The twins both blinked and looked at each other. "Mr. Perceptor... Is what he say being true?" Jetstorm asked.
Perceptor took a deep breath. "Yes. Starscream is my mate." He decided to take a quick risk. "And your father."
Before the twins could protest Starscream was speaking again, quickly and carefully.
"Perceptor became a Decepticon long ago, but the Autobots wouldn't let him simply remain." Starscream stood slowly, putting his hands in the air in a gesture of surrender. "They kidnapped him and Sentinel Prime raped him... I've tried to get him back for the past twenty Vorns, tried to rescue him... You..."
"After you two were born, the Elite Guard sent you both to an orphanage. They never expected that you latent flyer programming would eventually show..." Perceptor turned to face the twins. "Please... Try to understand..."
Jetfire and Jetstorm were staring at them silently before Jetfire looked at the two.
"Our parents... They were not being destroyed by the Decepticons?" He asked with wide eyes, trying to absorb everything.
Starscream reached over to Perceptor, his optics flickering to Perceptor's optics before he carefully, gently peeled the paint off of Perceptor's chest plate, revealing part of the black burned Decepticon brand.
"No... No they weren't." Perceptor whispered, oil tears running down his cheeks. "You were lied to your whole lifecycles."
Jetfire stepped forward, his brother stiffening as his twin touched Perceptor's chest, tracing the Decepticon insignia.
"We being... Decepticons?" Jetfire asked, looking at Perceptor then Starscream. He looked lost and upset, his world having been pulled out from under his pedes.
"No! We are not being Decepticons, Decepticons hurt other bots!" Jetstorm glared at Starscream and Perceptor, grabbing his brother and pulling him back firmly
"Decepticons aren't the ones who rape their prisoners... Decepticons aren't the ones who reprogram free mechs and make them slaves... Decepticons aren't the ones who steal sparklings from their creators... Decepticons haven't lied to you your entire lifecycles..." Starscream whispered softly.
Perceptor whimpered and held tightly to Starscream's arm. His own sparklings didn't want to be near him... That fact hurt him more than any other. His optics filled up with oil tears as he began to cry.
Starscream turned and hugged his mate, watching his sparklings carefully.
"Brother... Maybe..." Jetfire looked unsure as he looked from his brother to his newly discovered creators. "Maybe Mr. Sentinel, Mr. Jazz and Mr. Wheeljack can be telling us the truth?"
Perceptor shook his helm. "They wouldn't. You would both be putting yourselves at risk for a memory wipe, and there's no telling what would happen to me and Starscream..." He broke down again, the tears fresh with a different pain.
Jetfire looked up at his brother carefully.
"Mr. Perceptor never would be lying to us before..."
Jetstorm was glaring at the two Decepticons, still holding his brother's arm firmly. Starscream slowly turned to his mate, looking down at the smaller mech's servos. He still clutched the small trinket that Perceptor had built all those years ago. He looked at his mate for permission, reaching for the toy slowly.
Perceptor handed him the unfinished toy, trying his best to control the pain he felt. Was there no way he could gain their trust?
Starscream stood and held the toy in his palm, carefully touching the top. The small sphere-like object whirred and clicked open and a small model of Cybertron's solar system appeared, rotating slowly in tune with a soft recorded song.
"This is yours..." He whispered to the twins, handing the gift to them carefully. "If you want to leave... You can... I won't force you to stay."
Jetstorm glared at the seeker before turning to leave, Jetfire sheepishly accepting the gift before following his brother quickly, the two taking off outside of the room.
Perceptor cried as his mate sat down next to him. "Why couldn't we have been left in peace..?" He asked as he sobbed into Starscream's chest. The sobbing noise had caught another's attention, and a purple and black Seeker was soon walking to the room.