::Bond::
Thought
"Speaking"
~Comm link~
I could recall nothing of what had happened earlier, but now I felt that if I moved anything, I'd fall apart. Everything hurts, my circuits feel battered and I can't even keep my optics online completely… What did those Seekers do?
"Jetfire… Jetfirewakeup…"
"We gotta go… like now!"
I tried to respond to the voice but my stabilising servos refused to get me up, so even when I managed to heave myself up on my elbows, I instantly fell to the ground once more.
"EasyJetfire,we'regonnagetyououtofhere…" the first voice spoke again; steady servos gripped on my arm. My helm was spinning too much to figure out who'd come to our rescue, and I could only make out faint colours as my optics started functioning again. I could hear someone coughing sharply; another voice muttering coaxing words to them as I felt someone tug my arm and lead me out of the room. Three shrieks far off hit my audials, telling me we really did need to get off the Nemesis. Abruptly I stopped myself, almost skittering into the bot behind me.
"J-Jetstorm… Where's, Jetstorm?" I stammered, ending with a cry of pain as I put a servo over my neck-cables.
"Fire, I-I'm here… It's okay…" I heard my brother reply weakly, falling back into his coughing fit.
"… The sparklings?" I whimpered.
"We've got them, Jetfire; it's alright," one of the other voices admitted. "They're just in recharge."
"Idon'twantyoucollapsingonmesolet'sgo!" the first urged, pulling me down as the sound of lasers shot towards us. I've had enough of those Seekers; just leave me be… please…
We started running, but I felt supported the whole way, even if I knew I couldn't do anything. As we ran, my systems were urgently trying to work up-to-speed, but it didn't help that I could physically feel energon running down my protoform. I shouldn't be doing this…
"Almost there!"
"Wait… doesthismeanwe'regoingtohavetojump!? Areyoucrazy!?"
"Blurr, it's our only way down now that the ship's flying!"
"Wecan'twiththetwins! They'renotinanyshapetotransformeither!"
They stopped and I fell onto my knees, venting softly. Something was in my servos but I couldn't make out what; my optics clouded by the energon staining my helm. Then I heard the soft, broken clicks so familiar to my audials…
"Skystorm…" I whispered, cautiously bringing him close to my chassis as pain dwelled in my systems. My sparkling started nuzzling his helm against me; despite the energon, and that instantly made me feel better. I only listened as he 'talked' to me in whimpers, trying to block out what Blurr and Bumblebee (I had that figured out) were saying. Can we just go?
Uncomfortably I dropped onto my side and offlined my optics. Maybe the pain will all go away once I wake…
Or maybe, I'll be okay, and in no pain at all…
It felt cold when I onlined the second time; sitting up as my heaters whirred to life. Dazed I looked around at the familiar scenery and managed a small smile. Primus bless the Autobots…
"F-Fire?"
A smile crossed my faceplates and I turned to glance at my brother; Jetstorm as patched up as he could be from our Con-experience.
"Glad to see you're okay, Storm," I insisted, wincing a little as I forced myself to sit up.
"M-Me? I should be asking, i-if you're okay!"
"We can all relax in knowing you'll both be okay," Ratchet admitted as a matter-of-factly, wandering past us with his optics fixed on the data-pad in his servos. "And by the sounds of things, you're both healing fast."
Jetstorm and I exchanged a faint grin before looking back at the medic; Ratchet now busying himself with my sparklings. Hopefully Megatron hadn't done anything to them… Blitzwing would go ballistic if he had…
"I feel so useless…" Jetstorm murmured, looking down at the side of the med-berth he lay on. A shaky vent escaped me and I gave him a hopeful smile.
"I-It's not your fault, Storm. We… W-We didn't know it was going to happen," I whispered, rubbing my neck-cables painfully. It still hurts to say anything…
"Well, at least the Seekers can hide in fear knowing Blitzwing will soon be after them," Jetstorm laughed, sharply coughing after he'd spoken. Being the brother I am, I'll probably punish him later for straining himself to talk to me…
"Jetfire?"
There's the triple-changer I wanted to see…
Seeing Ratchet distracted with our sparklings, Blitzwing cautiously made his way over, setting a servo over my bandaged protoform when he reached me.
"Sorry I did nozhing…" he apologised, gently caressing my middle. I stopped him by putting my servo over his own.
"Don't blame yourself, Blitz. Things happen…" I said softly. Blitzwing placed a digit over my mouthplates; Icy's expression distraught.
"I should… No offense or anyzhing, but I could have protected jhou from zhe Seekers…" he insisted. "If I had gone instead of Jetstorm…"
"None taken…" I heard my brother scowl, shooting him a teasing glare. Jetstorm responded by poking out his glossa.
"If I may, interrupt to point something out…"
Gently I moved Blitzwing's servo away from my faceplates at Ratchet's tone, reassuringly rubbing the triple-changer's digits to get him over the fact that Ratchet was no longer a threat to our sparklings.
"Are the sparklings okay?" I asked in the end. The medic hesitated.
"You, could say they are and, are not. From what Bumblebee told us, Megatron had left a lot of scars on their protoforms," he explained, afraid to even continue at the way Blitzwing was glaring at him. "… And, as we all know, a sparkling's protoform is extremely delicate and a lot of those scars are severely deep… And I'm surprised to see Aerofire developing ears and a tail when neither of you carry those traits…"
"M-Mystery," Jetstorm insisted again. I shot him a teasing glare but, that quickly vanished when I felt my spark tighten.
"So… they're-…?" I asked; my words caught in my vocal processor. Blitzwing worryingly slipped an arm around me.
"It's undecided, Jetfire; too early for me to tell," the medic went on, turning his back on us. "I'll have to run a few more diagnostics on them to see if they'll make it…"
With that, he walked back over to the crib the held the two sparklings and wheeled it into a separate room; the door sliding shut behind him. My frame trembled and before I knew it, lubricant was running from my optics. This was all my fault…
"Oh sveetspark…" Blitzwing coaxed softly, pulling me into a tight, yet gentle hug. "Aero and Sky vill be okay; I'll make sure of it…"
His servo traced my back-strut as he comforted me; softly sobbing against his chassis. I only hoped that he was right…
… no comment… :'(
plz be ok, sparklings…
*sigh* Only time will tell…
Blitz's P.O.V next, and someone's a bit iffy about how things will turn out…