Sorry for the delay, It's been a hectic couple of six day weeks at work, followed by near exhaustion, an over eager kitten who likes lampshades, and the death of a good friend. Meanwhile I've been glaring at this chapter willing it to be longer with little to no success. So I give up, my muse can stop digging her heels in and just move on to the next chapter. This one is a little more serious than the others, delving into the darker parts of my head cannon, the mentioned past bits being tied to The Breaking of Us and to a remotely lesser extent The Broken Stylus.
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Chapter 14: Forget it
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"Are you feeling alright Jazz?" Prowl asked as he gingerly tested the their bond, Jazz's side closed almost so tightly that all he could feel was a trickle of angst radiating from it.
Jazz blinked away from gazing at the rain slicked country side to gaze at his love's radio, finally noticing the prodding at their bond. "Ah'm sorreh Prowler Ah didn't mean to close ya out." he said as feelings of apology and love flowed into the bond. "Ah was just kinda lost in mah thoughts."
"You're thinking about the past." Jazz said nothing as he returned his gaze back to the window. "You can't hate yourself for what he did Jazz. It isn't your fault that he kept them in the dark."
Jazz let loose a low grow as his hands clenched into fists. "They are mah sparklin's too Prowl. That glitch had no right not telling dem da truth."
"I know this, you know this, but it is illogical to keep thinking about the should haves beens. You have told me plenty of times that Meister is dead. Meister is the one that sired them, and we both know that even Soundwave has told them that Miester is offline. He made sure of that before he threw you out, leaking, your spark guttrering, your memories stripped, offlining in the gutters at the borders of Iacon all those metacycles ago. Those two, even if they are of your own energon would never believe the truth if you told them and remember you did try once."
Jazz let out a weak laugh, "Yeah and dey shot meh for it too..."
"Primus willing we will find them before Soundwave does. The last thing we need are the Decepticons coming up with their own way to turn them back to normal, I have no doubt that Megatron would see it as a way of gaining new recruits if he were given a way to cyberform the humans..."
Jazz shuddered at the thought. "And when we have one? Rumble and Frenzy are spies for a reason."
"It will be dealt with when the time comes."
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Tyson's eye twitched as he nervously eyed Starscream laughing merrily, his body stance tense as he prepared to bolt away from Jordan if need be. But with a sudden loud pop a certain purple and black seeker appeared and tossed a suspiciously greenish liquid over the laughing bot, successfully killing Starscream's merriment.
"..." a thick silence fell, as Starscream blinked at Skywarp and the two humans blinked up at them. The smell of pickles strong in the air. Where the hell did he get pickles? Tyson cocked a brow.
"What the frag is wrong with you?!" Starscream growled at his trinemate.
Skywarp crowed once before warping out of the room. Starscream face palmed as the juice steamed off of his plating, cursing in cybertronian.
"Annoying brother?" Jordan asked as Starscream pulled a towel out of his subspace and began to dry the pungent liquid off.
Starscream froze for a second before glancing down at Jordan. "How do you know that?"
"Well... seeing as you appear to be armed, I can safely assume that if anyone not related to you were to try what that guy just did, they'd get shot in the ass. Though granted if it were me I would still beat the shit out my brother."
"Don't you mean you put me through creative torture?" Tyson grumbled.
"That too. Anyways I guess we should continue on with introductions. Now your highness, my name is Jordan and this guy is my little brother Tyson."
Tyson considered telling this sister that technically Starscream was royalty... but decided that if it pleased him enough not to kill them then who was he to say anything?
"Little?" Starscream glanced at him. "He's taller than you."
Jordan raised a brow at his comment. "Fine my younger brother."
"Okay enough you were talking about an energy reading?"
Starscream's red optics lit on Tyson. "Yes about that... How did you come to get that signature?"
"Um... we were victims of a randomized singularity?"
Jordan frowned at her brother. "Singularity?"
"A black hole." Starscream said in the same nonbelieving tone.
"What it's true!"
"Then why do I smell a lie?"
"I swear to you that it's the truth."
"Your heart rate is up fleshling, an easy tell that you are in fact lying..."
"Am not!"
"Uh huh. Then why are you sweating?"
Jordan sighed as her brother continued to argue with Starscream.
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Soundwave onlined with an aching processor. The rather large dent in his helm the source of the ache, his punishment from fighting Megatron over the loss of his twins... The warlord had put a little unnecessary force behind the knock out blow... Megatron had never been fond of his creations, particularly Rumble and Frenzy.
His spark clenched at the thought of his creations... He placed a servo over his armor covered spark casing and let out a weak sob which cut off before it could completely leave his vocalizer... the two bonds which had been so woefully cut off was open again, filled with loneliness trepidation. He reached through the bond and was quickly met with love and joy, tinted with a little misery.
I'm coming to find you... he sent over the bond before he left the berth and his quarters behind.