Disclaimer: I do not own transformers…only after I have taken over the world…but I do own little Sparks ^_^


Memories and Nightmares


"Theres my Sparky, all finished with your breakfast and ready to come out and play." A pair of silver hands plucked the small sparkling out of Elita's arms before there could be any protests from either Ratchet or Elita and made for the exit.

"Bye bye Eweeta, Jazzy an I are gonna go pway wit Wittle Wavage." Sparks tiny red hand could be seen waving from around Jazz's shoulder as the pair walked out the bay door and into the sunshine.

Ratchet growled as the two playmates turned and were out of site as they followed the familiar cries of Skids that were mingled in with snarls from a certain sentient. "Slagger."

"Who's the slagger? If you don't mind me asking." Elita watched as the medic continued to glare at the open door with that special 'aft welding' sparkle in his optics.

"Jazz, he's got his aft between a rock and a hard place; pardon the human cliché."

"Aaaaand."

Ratchet looked over at the femme who was patiently for an answer. "I'm afraid that's something I cant divulge until I've talked to Prime."

"What cant you di…divug…what cant you tell us?" Ironhide questioned as he entered the room.

"None of your business ya tin can and the word is divulge." Ratchet snapped at the dark mech as he began to march back to his desk hoping that the pair would take the hint and leave. "Now if you don't mind I…"

The medic found himself cut off by a gasp from behind his back. Whirling around he found the source was Elita One who had both of her hands clasped over spark as a look of fear swept across her face. Ironhide was quick to balance her as she swayed on her peds. "Whoa there Elita, whats wrong?"

"Here move your hands so I can run a scan." Ratchet tried to pry the femmes hands away from her spark chamber but found the task to be quite difficult. "Elita, let me see whats wrong."

With a shake of her helm, Elita seemed to snap out of the trance like state and pulled away from the two mechs. "Im sorry….I have to…..oh Primus." She whispered before running from the bay leaving the two mechs looking puzzled.

"What was that all about?" The dark weapons specialist looked at the empty doorway.

"I don't know, but I plan on finding out."


Flames raged all around him. He could hear the screams singing with the fire while smoke billowed into the sky. No matter how hard he looked he couldn't find anyone even though he could hear their voices crying for help. Explosion after explosion rocked the building, causing beams to collaps and floors to fall to the next level. As he searched the halls he could only hope that everyone had gotten to the lower levels or to another safe place.

Reaching the large double doors all his hopes were dashed as opened them to find small bodies strewn all over the floor. The energon was still pooling beneath the tiny bodies before merging with pools of the body next to them.

"Where are the femmes…." There was no way that the femmes would leave these little sparklings alone even if a battle was raging around them.

Taking in the room that was quickly beginning to be taken over by the fire he found one of the large desks where a lead care taker would sit, turned over so that the top was on its edge. Running to the desk he found the reason as to why no one was here…..there on the other side of the desk was two femmes…offlined.

This discovery threw him into a panic. "If they were gone….then….no…..she couldn't be…..Elita."

"Optimus."

"Elita!...Sparks! Where are you!...Elita!"

"Optimus."

"Sparks! Elita! Answer me!"

"Optimus wake up…your having a nightmare."

"Primus no! Elita!"

"Wake up Optimus…please come back to me."

"Elita, whats wrong?"

He could hear voices through the chaos that surrounded him, voices that he knew. "Elita…"

"Yes love, im right here….you need to online your optics."

Fighting the flames and smoke that contained screams, Optimus found his way to the surface by means of his mates spark and voice. "Elita."

"There you are."

"Where's Sparks…is she ok…is…"

"Shhhh…its ok, Sparks is fine, she's out playing with Jazz."

"I couldn't find either of you, there was too much smoke and the fire was eating away at all the floors….the sparklings….they…they were…' Optimus couldn't say anymore as memories from the past continued to surface. Feeling his mates gentle hands on his face caused the dam that he had erected over the years to finally break. Streams of energon escaped his glowing optics as his frame began to shake.

Gathering the blanket that had fallen to the floor, Elita carefully placed it on the berth and proceeded to gather her mate in her arms, cradling him as sobs added to the tremors that were already running through him.

"Its ok Prime, we are all safe." Elita rocked from side to side as she held onto her love with all the strength she had.

"Elita, whats going on?" Ratchets voice reached the berth and Elita turned her head to see the medic standing in the doorway.

"He's remembering what happened in one of the first battles back on Cybertron."

"But Primes never had these nightmares before."

"He has had them for years, he just never told anyone. The only reason I know about it is because I can feel them and the pain that they cause him."


Sorry for making this one a little short, I did have plans on it being longer but…yeah my only excuse is that im tired hahahaha…..oh look theres my bed…..thank you my little gum drops for all the awesome reviews and support. I'll try and get the next chapter out soon. Cheers ^_^