I am going to start with ranting how grateful I am to all of you who had been patiently waiting for my updates! Thank you so much that you all keep lifting my mood up! And then, thank you for continuing the support. Overall... just thank you!

And a fair warning to all my readers... I going to be tossing chapters a little later. The updates are still a mess but I will get on with the flow. *grins* Can't wait to pull you all down in a loop.

Transformers is Hasbro's, not mine.


Chapter 39: Ignite with Recognition


Noi never did had a chance to know what happened after she screamed bloody murder when the searing pain dominated her. It was all cruel torture before her vision changed to pitch black with her body succumbing to the feeling of numbness. The void was consuming her and all she could do is fight for what was remaining from the light her memories bought. The memories with her family, her sisters, her own decisions and choices, the help, support, and strength her oldest sister gave… It gave her the feelings of retaliation to stay even as she knew that the end was inevitable. The very feeling of peace, serene, and calmness was beckoning her but she couldn't let go. She did not want to let go.

Internally, she was screaming for herself to get back up, to open her eyes, to not get drowned by the darkness, but she was drastically failing as each memory flip onto one another, suddenly seeing the present which she knew would be the end for her.

'No… No!' She cried, knowing from the tremor her voice that she was desperate and already strained when she had reached out to grasp the fading colors of the images passing by her; her sisters and their younger days, the darkest of her years as they were torn apart by the growing chaos in their family, the day everything went back into place, and lastly, the present year of her and her eldest sister in this dimension.

Maelin had made a promise to her that she will get both of them through this wild fiction-nonfictional adventure. Oh, she never had forgotten the elder's face, eyes burning with hope and determination to get her to safety while not smoldering one another's freedom. The effort her sister gave… all the sacrifices Maelin made behind her back…

'SIS! I-I'm so sorry!' Oh, she was truly. She knew of the implications when a person dies. She knew well of what will happen just from chances she took when her older sister had found out she was cutting. The pain was never a burden to both of them but she knew of the mental torture it had brought her sister as she taken the role of being the eldest seriously.

Maelin would sure be very furious and loathing with herself if the girl found out what happened to her. There was a large possibility that Maelin would mentally break, and there was a large possibility that the girl she once was would come back.

Would Miles ever endure the fall again if Maelin were ever to turn back? No, she answered herself. Miles would never recover seeing that the teen was also hanging on a thin thread. She knew that her sister would leave the other teen with a heavy mental blow before storming off to who-knows-where no matter how wrong it was to accuse the boy that it wasn't his fault she died.

Oh, God… She was dying.

She hadn't even had the chance to discover why she had a feeling of familiarity with Barricade and Soundwave or even the Ravage and the other symbiots. Why do they feel so familiar to her as if they were longtime friends bordering family? The feelings were stuck in her since the moment they met, strikingly the same as her love for her sisters but the origin was unclear. Was it possible that it was because she also had pre-knowledge of them before they got dragged here by that black screen?

Added to that puzzle was how come they were the ones to be suddenly warped into this dimension out of all the others at their home dimension. Why them? Were they that special? What do they have that other's don't? Oh, she wouldn't know now as her body felt a ton heavier than usual.

Looking around, she noticed that the light was now gone as she was met with pitch black. The atmosphere here was so cold and heavy that she fell onto her knees in an instant as if she had none. Part of the reason to her fall was that black gunk slowly making her sink to the floor, eating her up from the feet up. If she knew better, she would have compared this to the time she and her sister got taken by the black screen but as much as she would like to, this was clearly different as it expelled a more sinister feeling. It was making her weak to the point that her eyes couldn't stay open. No, she could not as she fell forward, speeding the process of her body sinking.

She was soon filled with her worst fears, loneliness and regret, as the gunk was half way through her body. It seems that a large hole had been punched into her chest that seemed to grow wider with her body feeling colder. A whimper escaped her lips as tears poured from her eyes, calling out to her mother, father, or sisters as if she was a young innocent child again. Agony of a child filled her to the brim as the glimmer in her eyes faded.

Her left hand slid to clutch her chest but she was surprised when she felt somewhat a large tube perturbing out of her. Trying to focus once again, her eyes was met with a rather gray to black tube. It was turning black…

'Sweetspark!' Someone yelled in desperation. His breathing was heavy as if he had ran a mile but it did jostle her slightly from the sleep that was taking over her. Her eyes were wide for only a minute before it started drooping again.

'Sweet one… Please…' A broken hearted tone filled with agony plucked a chord in her but her eyes shut close…

'No! No! Come back! Primus, come back!' Oh, she would have traded anything in this pit hole to make the other stop wailing so brokenly as every word pained her. Trying to fight sleep left her more tired than before, her eyes were glazed over as her half-lidded eyes stared at particular nothing, loosing focus once again when she saw nothing in front of her.

'Tired…' She mentally whispered as her brain stalled for a second.

'No…no… come on, little one… come on… come here… don't sleep there…' The other pushed something towards her, washing her with a little more awareness of what was happening around her. The line on her chest, it was slowly glowing brighter, forming a path to somewhere she doesn't know.

''m 'ired…' She insisted, focusing on the glow.

'You can rest here… Sweetspark… you can recharge here.' The voice urged as the line glowed brighter and the feelings of the other shot her awake. A little of her strength came back to her as she used it to pushed herself up… but it wasn't enough when the black glob didn't leave her. It clung onto her with pain as revenge. The only upside to her resistance was the feeling that didn't vanish while it increased in intensity.

'That is good, sweetspark… Come on… Come on…' She continued pushing herself into a crawl. Thanking the other as she was able to move even at the slowest pace, following the glow that the line from her chest was providing.

Every second, every minute, it hurt. She fell again and again but the warm presence didn't leave her, desperate for her to finish her journey to wherever she was headed to. Her sight was no help as she could only use them to recognize the glow in the dark. Coping with her other senses, she trusted the person to guide her with his voice.

Tears streamed down her cheeks once again as she was met with a very warm and homey feeling. It was the total opposite of the blackness that engulfed her but she was blinded by the brightness surrounding her.

'…sleep…?' she asked, dropping to her front, not minding anything other than the thought of asking the other if she could rest now. Noi was tired. She was super tired.

'Sleep.' The other said with his tone getting lighter and brighter than the sad, desperate, and agonized one. 'Sweetspark… Primus… Thank you…' The warm feeling spread in her body making her smile slightly but she succumbs to the sleep that was overdue, giving all her nightmares access with the use of her dreams.

All the other entity could do now is to keep her from falling back into the darkness as he was pushed back to reality. His slumped overheating frame was starting to cool down again as his scans assessed his condition. He didn't know what just had happened after he lost control over himself earlier but he knew something happened as the pain in his spark lifted. Desperate to know what happened to the organic that had caught his interest and he had been watching all this time, he darted his optics to the screen only to find out that he had not been that subtle at all.

Looking at the destruction he had made on the communication console, he knew that he wasn't going to get anything until he fixes all of it. For now, he left his creation, trusting him to bring back the news on the now identified girl while his spark burned anew from the revelation. But his anger spiked all the same for the mechs that had been the cause of all of this grief.

The little madness… turned into this war. Lives lost, full of terror and hurt… But he promised to the bond that burned and cling onto him, he would make it all better, he would shield what he can from her and help stop this insane bloodshed between them all. Or so, Primus help him… he would lose his processor once again.

"Hmm… It seems like I need to recalibrate the hold, I presume…" His intakes hitched as he heard once again the fragging voice that had been mauling his sanity for almost all of his vorns of functioning.

Turning his frame he was greeted by the one and only mech he loathed the most as he shot him a searing glare. A taunting grin spread over the other's face plates, though, a data pad in his hands, as he stood still, unaffected by the other.

Soundwave never liked the mech. He never will… but as the other presented a data pad with an image on it, his system froze.

"You always had been the loose volt in this faction… but I do not fret… Had you even wonder why?" The mech asked him, a sinister grin marred the mech's face plates as he savored the wretching, dread filled EMP the other wasn't masking.

"I am just reminding you of your place. Now… If you excuse me… I will be one my way." The mech turned and disappeared, leaving the Soundwave's spark in shock. All his symbiots asked what was wrong, but he blocked them off for now, trying to get all of his bearing in place from the confusion he was presented.

His spark burned but his mask slid into place, a stoic mech, loyal to Megatron and has duty to no one else. His emotions were drained away as his EMP stilled into nothing, without any other conduit for him, the hidden bonds were flooded with distress.


Dun dun dun! Now, a part of my plot has been revealed! What do you all think? *snickers* And a fair warning for all those readers out there that has a very very strong like for my soon going cannon characters. Whatever I will do, please do not be displeased... well, that is given but... you know. No likey, no ready... Ok?

MysticFire101: *snickers* Really? I get no more sugar...? And here, it works like a charm, making me lighten up at some point of this slagging school life or living life I have. *boredly celebrates with a little flag waving in the air* Yey me. I am still alive. Hmmm... about Maelin... You'll know that she did not really turn into one... just embodied one. If you get my drift... And the grinning afthole isn't really Primus. His identity will soon be revealed. But in due time, along with all those other mysteries. *snickers and points out* Femme... this is another universe from where you come from so Megs here is not yours to own... *grins* I have my own visions for him to fulfill as creator. I agree with Mystic... Scoot... I am in charge over my creations. Hm... how far have I been? I dread the day I would have a mental breakdown from all the stress I am trying to endure.

Dr. Sparkeater: What have who done? Me? *grins mischievously* From this point on, I am really running out of ideas on how to be surprising because really, the chapters for revealing is soon coming!

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~Dreamer