:Shadow!: Bonds talking (Bondmate or twin)
"Shadow!" Normal talking
'Shadow!' Thought
[Shadow!] Comm
Nano-klik = Second
Klik = Minute
Joor = Hour
Orbital Cycle = Day
Deca-cycle = Month
Stellar cycle = Year
Vorn = 83 years
Prowl and Jazz sat side by side with Shadow resting on Prowl's lap while they waited for the others to get here. Prowl rested his helm on Jazz's shoulder and smiled lightly as Shadow shifted on his lap. The tired youngling brought his fisted servos to his optics and rubbed gently while he yawned. Letting his servos drop he looked back up at his adopted creators pleadingly. Prowl sighed and gently rubbed circles on his helm.
"I'm sorry little one." He said, "I know it's early." Leaning down he kisses Shadow on the helm, causing the little frame to smile brightly. Shifting back he glanced at his sparkmate and frowned.
"What?" He asked, glaring at Jazz's smile. Jazz held up his servos in surrender.
"Nothing! Nothing!" Jazz laughed musically. Prowl huffed slightly before shifted Shadow closer. Shadow, happy with the change of position, nuzzled happily into Prowl's grill. Feeling the calm and gentle beating of his new creator Shadow settled down as a sense of safety washed over him.
That feeling didn't last long. Just as he was about to fall back into recharge the door on the opposite wall opened and Shadow's helm jolted to the figure. Shadow shrunk back as his spark raced. Fuzzy memories dominated his processer as he cling to Prowl. He couldn't see who stood at the door.
Prime paused as he entered the room, the rest of the meeting members on his heels. He watched as Shadow seemed to short out, fear present on his face. Prowl and Jazz quickly moved to the distressed Shadow, cooing and gently rubbing his helm.
"Shhh lil' mech. It's just Prime and the guys. You know the boss mech right? You spent the day over there remember?" Jazz cooed, motioning for them to come closer, so the scared mech could see them better. Prime, Wheeljack, Ratchet, and Sunstreaker all walked closer and spread out a bit. Shadow watched closely as they moved. After a while Shadow uncurled from this guardian's lap and smiled.
He jumped down and greeted the 'bots with a hug before cling to Sunstreaker's leg. Sunstreaker sat as the other bot began the meeting.
…
"And I'm worried about Shadow's growth-"
"What's wrong with his growth?" Prowl demanded, sitting forward. Ratchet sighed and rubbed his facial plating.
"Shadow is approaching his first upgrade and we don't have enough metal to reconstruct a whole new armor."
"What about the backup metal in storage-"
"No. Younglings require a special soft metal. The metal we all have is way too hard for proper growth." Ratchet explained. "This special metal was made in one place. That place has been bombed to pit and back."
"So…" Jazz started, fearing the answer. "What do we do?"
"Well the only thing we can do is send a team and hopefully find some." Ratchet said, sitting back.
"What are our options if metal cannot be recovered?" Prime asked, threading his digits together. Ratchet paused uncomfortably and the autobots frowned.
"We would be forced to use our war grade metal… That will cause physical damage to his internal wires. That can be replaced but it will most likely cause mental damage. Replacing internal wires is a very…" Ratchet sighs, "It's something only grown 'bots can go through…"
"So we have to find some of this metal."
"Yes."
Optimus frowned behind his mask and looked at the bots in front of him. He was going to have to send a few of them into the heart of decepticon territory for this.
"Sir, I think Jazz and I should go-" Prowl started.
"No fra-…. No way. You're Shadow's new creators. You should stay here. I can go." Sunstreaker interrupted. Prowl glared at him and tensed, his doors up high.
"That is why we need to go. "
"HOW is that logical?!" Sunstreaker yelled standing up. Prowl froze, almost locking up before standing to.
"It's simple-"
"It's not simple you fragger!" Sunstreaker yelled, fuming. "We all know that Shadow has memory relapses when he recharges, horrible ones! We may not know what caused it but having his new care takers leave him will not help! He recharges with you and Jazz. He's with you 70 percent of the time. What would he think if you left for Orbital Cycles?"
"And who did he go to with that relapse?" Prowl ground out, almost enraged that Shadow went to Sunstreaker in a time of need instead of coming to Jazz or himself. Logical he knew he shouldn't feel any from it, Shadow was young, confused but emotionally, he felt Sunstreaker was taking his creation, capturing the small spark that trusted him so fully with his life.
"That's it isn't it? You're jealous. You can't handle the idea that Shadow would come to somebot over you!" Sunstreaker accused, glaring across the table. Prowl stood straighter, his door wings up in anger.
"How dare you-"
"Hey hey hey mechs!" Jazz said, intervening. "No need ta become hostile here." Shadow studied them from his perch on Jazz's lap, his wide green optics watching their every move. Ratchet smiled briefly at shadow before standing.
"Suggest you both sit now before Shadow and I break out my tools and start throwing them!" He growled, slamming a servo down. Prowl and Sunstreaker glared at each other before taking their sit. Prowl sat tensely and looked at prime. " Sir..!" Prowl and Sunstreaker started at the same time.
Prime held up his servo calmly, his optics seemingly staring into their sparks. Prowl instantly shut it, sitting up straighter, his door wigs trembling lightly. Sunstreaker on the other hand huffed and noisily sat back, crossing his arms. Prime looked at them both before looking at Shadow who was now focused on him.
"You two should not have lost your tempers in front of Shadow, because this is his health we are taking about. Not yours. Not your feelings or claims over him." He said, glaring at them. "That behavior was unacceptable." Jazz shifted shadow closer, holding the upset sparkling closer to his spark. " We need this metal, and we need it now. So the bots being sent are-"
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DUNDUNDUN.
Cliff hanger.