Disclaimer: I do not own transformers, nor the OC being used here. Harmony and any other sparklings Prowl and Jazz have in the chapters after chapter 26, belong to Darkeyes
Family is Forever – Chapter 25 – Ghosts in the Night
Harmony was deep in recharge when her creators left the base, protectively watched over by Optimus Prime and Sunstreaker. It was with a heavy spark that Optimus let Prowl and Jazz leave with their murderous intents. He sanctified life. And he would have no energon of Megatron's on his hands. He had done enough as it was.
Although something deep within him, sealed in fate by the Matrix and all its knowledge, knew this was the right course to take.
As the little youngling slumbered on, her two creators raced across the land toward the Decepticon base. Their cloaking devices made them as silent as ghosts in the night. The retained comm. silence and bond silence. They knew this plan inside out. Had been planning it for weeks, and it was now as a part of them as their processors. They had backups…but were certain they wouldn't need them. It was the perfect time to strike.
It was a new moon, and only the stars in the ebony sky were witness to the graceful transformation of two mechs from alt form to mech mode, the sounds muffled as they tumbled into the ocean with seamless grace. Without even glancing at each other, they activated the specialized boosters Wheeljack had specially invented for this mission, sending them slicing through the murky water, down into the depths where their foes lay. It was almost 2am. The perfect time when the least amount of Decepticons would be on watch. Not only that, but the Constructicons were on Cybertron to repair Shockwave who had happened to be caught in a cross fire between Ultra Magnus and his own drones. And Jazz had received intelligence that their fake 'defeat' in today's battle was a cause for celebration, and many Decepticons had gotten drunk.
It was a series of events which meant for perfection in their plan.
At last, the dark outline of the Nemesis appeared, and both black and whites shot ahead eagerly.
They angled out of sensor reach. There was a small blind spot, only enough for one mech at a time, to go through to reach the hull. If the Decepticons had a mech like Red Alert, there wouldn't have been a blind spot at all.
Jazz went first. He knew the precise spot to break into the Nemesis. He had found it on one of his many infiltration missions, and had marked the spot with a glyph.
Soon, they were against the purple hide of the warship, and it was then that Prowl saw the glyph etched onto the hull.
'You're mine.'
The tactician would have laughed, if not for the gravity of what they were going to attempt. If the plans failed them…their daughter would have to live in a world where war waged constantly without the support and love of her creators. And he could not let that happen.
He watched as his bondmate pressed the glyph, and a panel popped out. Typing the code in, the saboteur smirked as a hidden door became visible and opened into a sealed space within a rarely occupied storeroom. He and the tactician slipped in before too much of the water came in, and once the door closed, filtering systems took away the water that had come in with them. Stowing the boosters within their frames, they went through another set of doors and slunk along the dark and dreary hallways.
Both mechs had gone over the plans of the warship again and again, as well as schedules collected over the last week, thanks to Mirage who had hacked into the Decepticon information centre to collect the information. They knew where to move to avoid being seen by the cameras, to slip out of sight when the rare mech on patrol came through, and to evade the traps set to catch intruders.
It was too easy for their determined minds, and so they were slightly arrogant as they strutted down the commanders hallway. Megatron's quarters were ahead of them. With a databurst code from Prowl, they would be in and ending the war.
Their intakes hitched simultaneously when a door on the side opened, the sleek form of Starscream casually leaning against his doorframe.
Dropping into fighting stances, the Autobots were ready to attack when the Seeker spoke in a low, pleasant tone that was full of regret they had never heard before.
"I will not stop you. Soundwave is sedated. I only ask for forgiveness that I have been so cruel."
The tactician and the saboteur looked at each other and quickly nodded their helms in decision. Starscream would live then. Until he became a threat once more.
As the flier's door closed, the Praxian databurst the code to a small mechanism in the ceiling before Megatron's quarters. This sensor would sense if a mech was there and immediately alert the Decepticon leader. Now, it was disabled.
As they stood before the door, optics staring resolutely forward, Prowl and Jazz allowed a moment where their hands clasped together to give an indulgent squeeze of reassurance.
The moment evaporated as the door opened and they stepped in, their optics blazing with justice and revenge.
Harmony woke to the sound of loud yelling.
Beeping in annoyance, she sat up, pouting when she saw none of her creators or guardians were here. Where had they gone? Grabbing her Sun-Sun, she left her room and went into the living area. Still, no one. Frowning, becoming a little worried now, she cuddled her toy closer to her and pressed her sensor for the door, and as it opened, she was caught in a roar of sound.
The glorious sound of laughing and happy mechs.
Optics were opened wide in surprise as she saw Huffer of all mechs go skipping down the hallway whistling happily.
Still…the noise seemed to be coming from the rec-room.
The white femmeling was unsure. Should she follow the noise? Why was everyone so happy? Her curiosity won out and she followed the direction Huffer was going. The sound of music began to vibrate the floors and through her pedes, and the sounds of a good party reverberated around her. Harmony had never heard them celebrate anything this loud.
She reached the rec-room, seeing the doors flung open, and she became slightly scared.
Where were her creators?
"Ah, there you are bitlet."
Harmony span around to see Ratchet, smiling at her. She quivered in relief and ran into his arms. "Papa, Daddy, where?" she asked.
"I'm looking after them. You should know…you should be so proud of them Harmony," Ratchet said quietly, and Harmony could tell his voice was different. She spent a lot of time with her Uncle Ratchet and Uncle Wheeljack. And she could tell that there was a happiness she could hear in his voice she had never heard before.
"What happened?" Harmony asked, her doorwings twitching stiffly as she was carried to the medbay.
His smile gentle and blinding with its intensity, the medic said excitedly, "The war is over. Megatron is gone, and Starscream has agreed to a treaty. We won. We won Harmony!"
Immediately perking up, the white femme asked happily, "No more hurts for Papa, Daddy and Sunny? No more crying?"
"No…no more crying," agreed Ratchet as they entered his medbay.
He had placed the two bondmates on an extra large medberth together. They were in semi-recharge with their hands intertwined, and although they looked a bit battered and slightly charred in Jazz's case, there was an aura of peace about them. Harmony wiggled happily as her Papa came online and sat up, blearily blinking in the bright lights of the medbay. Seeing her, he wordlessly reached out, and sighed in relief when Ratchet transferred her to his arms.
"Papa," cooed Harmony, burrowing into her carrier's arms.
"Hey baby girl. How did ya recharge?"
"Good. But lonely. Couldn't feel you," she replied.
Nodding with a tired smile, the visored mech nodded and murmured, "Know how ya feel sweetspark. But ya can recharge now. Yur Father and Ah are back home for good."
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