Solar cycle 8 after resuce:
No.
They replied, a second too late. Her spark was barely thrumming, it's light a small spark in the darkness of her chassis.
Most of the others looked away as a spark was a personal thing, not one to be seen in such a public way. The medical team was rushing their way, and Sunstreaker wanted to hope that she would be fine; but deep inside, he knew that it wasn't. She had been shot right in her sparkling chamber. She wouldn't be able to reproduce, and that was something few femmes recovered from. It was a surprise honestly that she had lasted this long.
From her shoulder and another bullet wound in her leg, dark black lines were climbing up her chassis. The dead body of another of Shockwave's experiments shifted and Sideswipe shot it again without looking. The rest of them were helping the rescued prisoners escape. Sideswipe looked up at Bluestreak.
The blue fast talker tried to avoid his gaze, but couldn't. He walked closer, keeping a large distance between them.
"Why didn't you do anything?" They asked, their voices combined into a single tone of thunder. "Why couldn't you help her?"
Bluestreak shifted, taking a half step back. "She fought her hand to hand. If I shot, I would've hit her too and I didn't know that the 'con had posion, cause if I did I would'a shot her, but I didn't, not until Misery-"
Sunstreaker had switched her into Sideswipe's lap so quickly that Bluestreak didn't have time to dodge out of his way. However, Prowl and Jazz had predicted his move and shoved the blue praxian out of the way. Sunstreaker snarled.
"You should've fought instead of hiding like a coward."
Bluestreak did not reply. Sunstreaker continued to resist, shoving anf pulling until their grips grew too tight.
Red Alert came in with her two assistants, an emergency kit already out. She knelt down beside Misery and started to work on her.
Solar cycle 9:
Patience was not one of Sideswipe's best traits, especially when it was something this important. He paced along the floor, slowly wearing it down. They had arrived back on base soon after the medic came. Misery was immediately brought in for surgery and they hadn't seen her yet. All that they could feel was the low hum of pain that never seemed to leave her.
I still want to kill him. Sideswipe grumbled. Sunstreaker pulled him closer.
You think I don't? I just don't want to have her wake up without us because we're in the brig or in a high tech prison.
Sideswipe snorted. As if that would hold us.
Ratchet walked out of the room, walking over to another waiting Autobot. He said a few words and placed a servo on her shoulder before walking away. She started to keen, her voice filled with the pain of losing someone that she loved. She wrapped both arms around her midsection, rocking back and forth.
They looked away as Ratchet came to a stop in front of them. "She was injected with two doses of posion, had a hole in her and her arm had to be replaced. Somehow she managed to pull through, but her spark isn't growing like it's supposed to. It's shrinking."
"So she's gonna die." Sideswipe growled, claws digging into Sunstreakers shoulder.
"I didn't say that. She leaked too much and now it doesn't have enough raw material to build itself up again with. Sparkbonding would provide enough excess energy to rebuild it and strengthen it enough to make her well, but considering the current size of hers, she'll need it to happen twice."
Sideswipe stared at him blankly. Ratchet sighed. "You need to sparkbond, both of you for her to live. I've got her awake for now, so you should go see her." He started to walk away, but paused, looking back. "She's been good for you. Don't mess it up."
Sideswipe looked at his brother, who was conveying the same emotion back to him. They rose together and walked into her room.
She lay on a berth, frighteningly still. Her arm was replaced with another that was slightly the wrong color to match the rest of her. Freshly welded scars stood out on her otherwise polished body. Her optics came online.
Hey.
They winced at her pain. Hello, little femme. Sideswipe replied. She winced, a memory of the fight returning to her mind.
"I know you're here little femme~" The Con said as she began her hunt.
Sorry, sorry. We didn't know.
She shook her head. It's fine. You came in here to ask, didn't you? To talk about how to..fix it?
Sunstreaker cleared his vocal processors as he sat down on the right of her, Sideswipe on her left. "Yeah."
She nodded again. "You don't have to. I'm not going to force you into it. It's not like I'm that important, I mean, I'm already intruding."
"Stupid femme. How on Cybertron could you think that? I fraggin' love you. We fraggin love you. You know that." Though of course, they knew why she had said that. Spark bonding was permanent. It linked two bots together forever, even through death. In this case it was three. This meant that if one of them died, the other two would continue to feel that pain for the rest of their miserable existance. Very few had done so since the war began, the few exceptions including Prowl and Jazz, as well as Optimus and Elita One.
Sideswipe frowned and shook his helm. "We already thought that you died once, we're not going to let that happen again." Even if one died, they would still have a small part of them inside. That small something of a connection was worth it.
She looked at the bothe of them, taking her time to press her palm against the side of Sunstreaker's faceplate, trailing her fingers down to his spark and them to his hand. They touched fingers for a monet, and they all basked in the pleasurable heat that came from the contact. Sunstreaker couldn't remember if they had kissed like this before.
"Are you sure?" Misery asked quietly. He nodded.
"More sure of this than anything else in the world."
She turned to Sideswipe, trailing the seam on down his chest and again meeting his fingers. He blushed, energon rushing to his fingertips.
"Don't even bother to ask. You already know the answer is yes."
Let's go back to our room. She said, the sentence sounding almost like a question. Slowly she got off the berth, unsteady at first, but still able to walk. She tested her legs for a moment before following the two of them back to their room.
The hallways were full of mechs and femmes, bustling to get to their destinations. Some of them leered at them as they walked by and it annoyed Sunstreaker the most. It wasn't as if trios were untold of on Cybertron. Some even had romantic groups of four. Just because they were twins didn't mean that they couldn't have that bond too. He clenched his fists, then released them. It didn't matter. They weren't the ones going to get bonded now. They were.
Soon enough, they were back in their room. The mural was slightly faded, but still visible; Misery smiled, which made Sunstreaker even more proud of his work.
Their berth, made of an extra wide welded together with another extra wide took up most of the room. She blushed as she tried to get on it, but she was too short toget up on her own. Wordlessly, Sunstreaker helped her up.
Thanks.
No problem, Misery.
She blushed again as they sat down beside her. What were they supposed to do now? It wasn't as if they hadn't interfaced before. They just hadn't done it all together, or with a plan to bond. Misery broke the awkwardness with a small giggle as she leaned over , crawling into Sunstreaker's lap. She leaned her helm up and kissed the underside of his neck, trailing kisses up until she couldn't reach any higher. Sunstreaker fondled her chestplates as Sideswipe started to nip at her neck.
Her servo trailed lower, and they grew closer together, like a magnet was attracting them. She loved them, loved them both and this was the first time that she had done this because she wanted to. Sideswipe could feel her hesitation, as she was always giving, always selfless in these situations; it was her job to be. He kissed her softly. This time, she was of importance too.
Sunstreaker exhaled as his hands met his brothers, the other lightly massaging Misery's. She would never feel alone again. She was their third half, the last piece of the puzzle. She gasped.
Her chassis opened. A bright blue light, much dimmer and smaller than it should be thrashed weakly in her spark chamber. Sunstreaker looked at his brother, who was smiling brightly. He hadn't seen him smile like that in cycles.
With a quiet hush, they opened their own. Their sparks were almost identical in color, shape and form. Both were yellow, tinged with red that slowly lightened. They stuggled in two directions; towards each other and Misery.
Sideswipe moved over, allowing his brother to go first as he continued to kiss his femme. He could feel the exchange of memories between them, the strengthening of the bond between them. Her spark strummed a little louder as it tangled with his. Sunstreaker didn't want to pull away, his spark tangling in hers. Slowly, it released itself at the insistence of his brother's spark, pulling at Misery's open chassis.
Sideswipe leaned closer, letting his spark merge with hers. The light grew brighter, flashing until his spark drew in some of her color, tinging his own until it carried spots of green amoungst it's yellow and red.
Slowly, they separated. Her spark was bright again, thrumming softly beside their own. They laid down beside her, one on each side. Curled into each other, sparks thrumming together, they fell into recharge, satisfied that at least something went their way.