Thank you to all my readers, reviewers, to my beta's: Eowyn77 and FORD B., to my inspirations: Litahatchee, Krataegal, Hearts of Eternity, and Lady Tecuma.
Journal entry; the calm
In the center of the worst of storms there is a zone of nothing but calmness, a place where you could, should you close your eyes, believe that nothing was actually going on around you. That's where I was. To a point.
My eyes were open, and I could hear the distant concussion of weapons, but I wasn't there. I was far away and uninterested.
In the back of my mind, a part of me demanded to know how could I be uninterested?Those explosions were a blaring reminder of what I had come here for!
~Aurian Fae
Sunstreaker ducked through yet another doorway. He was relying wholly on his dampened bond to lead him to Sideswipe since any communication he might have been able to receive from his twin was still blocked somehow. "Slag that hack glitch to the Pit," he grumbled angrily as he dodged another blast from the Decepticons that were hunting him through the base.
This was the second time he had infiltrated this base now, and the 'Con's were not content to allow him as easy a success as the first time had been. Not to mention that after his first 'visit' they had made several 'repairs' to the base so, to say the very least, it had not been easy getting this far in and he suspected that getting out was not going to be a walk though the plaza either. He could only hope that Sideswipe was in fighting condition or they were both slagged.
'At least the human is safe.' The thought had meandered through his processor before he realized he was drifting back to the fact that he had left her alone, unprotected, in the timberlands a scant few miles from here. 'No one can blame me for taking her into battle,' he added to the thought, reasoning that he was merely covering his own aft by leaving her behind.
Taking stock of the room he had found refuge in, Sunstreaker soon realized that he had found himself a dead end. "Slag it!" That's what he got for allowing his processor to wonder while he was in the midst of battle.
Going back the way he had come wasn't an option. So, he had only one other choice - make a new doorway.
Finding a wall mostly devoid of anything in his way, that was also in the general direction his bond was pulling, Sunstreaker let loose a blast big enough to demolish the wall, and quite possibly anything on the other side of it. He didn't pause to see what may be awaiting him – there wasn't time for that. Or, at least, he didn't consider the consequences of that decision to be worth the time it would take to check.
As he blew through the still-falling debris he heard the snarl of yet another Decepticon and realized his mistake too late.
::Ironhide! Where are you!?::
Sunstreaker had sent him a message sometime earlier that morning that he had found Aurian and that he was intercepting some Decepticons. Ironhide had the distinct notion that Sunstreaker had planned it this way... ::En route.:: He and the other Autobots sped ahead of the human convoy, easily reaching velocities the humans just couldn't, no matter the emergency.
"Ironhide? What's going on?" Will asked anxiously, his voice drifting over an open line between the mechs and the human battalion.
Normally Will would have been riding with the weapon's specialist, but Ironhide had insisted that he might be forced to part with the group should Sunstreaker need to be subdued. He had an inkling that the young warrior mech was up to something and so had left Will with the human contingent after one of the many stops they had to make for the human vehicles to be refueled.
The thought had not come of simple regard for the mech's known temper, but moreover for his battle lust and his willingness to do anything so long as the enemy went down and Sideswipe was safe. It was a situation that the Autobots had come to compensate for and, on most occasions, had been able able to use to turn things in their favor; however, Ironhide felt that this could be one of those times it might work against them.
"It would appear," Ironhide answered over the human/Autobot communication line, "that Sunstreaker has come across a few Decepticons."
"In the vicinity of the known Decepticon base, what are the chances of that?" Jolt added rather displeased.
"No fair!" Skid's declared angrily, "He startin' th' party wit'out us!"
"Dat jus ain't right!" Mudflap agreed.
Jazz seemed to be as eager as the younger twins to join in. Just released back to duty, he was more than ready to stretch his gears on the battlefield. "How 'bout we stop bitchin' an' get our afts to the show!" His engine roared as he pulled ahead of the group. After all, he had an entrance to make.
"We are going ahead to assist him," Ironhide ordered, trying to regain control of the conversation.
"What about Aurian?"
"Sunstreaker claims she is safe."
"Claims?"
"When it comes to Sunny and Sides, you cannot always take their word for fact." Jolt advised.
"So that means...what, exactly?"
All the mechs fell silent for a moment before Ironhide answered, "That she is somewhere he thinks is out of his way."
He was close. Sideswipe knew his brother was close. The problem was that he could feel Aurian too, though not as near as Sunstreaker.
"If he brought her into battle I'm going to slag him myself," Sideswipe grumbled as he glanced around warily.
Scalpel had thoroughly enjoyed his time with Sideswipe and had left the mech feeling more like he had been running at his maximum output for orns rather than laying on a table.
The first explosion marking Sunstreaker's entrance into the Decepticon base had bought the young warrior a reprieve as Scalpel was ordered away for...something important, and Sideswipe had been able to free himself with more than a little effort. The straps restraining him were by no means 'loose' or 'weak', but his desperation lent strength to his limbs allowing him to break them with loud and disturbing snapping sounds. He was sure that more than a little of the sounds had not been the straps breaking, but he'd worry about the side effects later.
At least Sunstreaker was making a grand distraction for the Decepticons in the base, and that was benefiting him wonderfully in his current attempts to breach the barriers the hack had left in place. He needed to reactivate his weapons. After all, if Sunstreaker was here that meant battle and he was more than eager to repay some of the damages done.
Tucked away in the corner of the Decepticon lab where, should someone enter the room in a hurry he would not be easily seen, the young mech attempted for nearly the hundredth time to override the deactivation coding on his weapons system through a manual access on one of the Decepticon's many research consoles. This was one of the uncountable reasons he hated scientists. 'Devious minds bent by their insatiable curiosity is what they are.' Even worse was when they were scientists with an interest in medical study. His wiring ached horribly with the thought. He would pay back every bit of it to the Decepticons, of that he was determined.
The wall on the far side of the lab exploded, a golden colored projectile slamming into the wall opposite it before collapsing to the ground.
"Sunstreaker!" Striking out yet another counter code, the coding holding back his weapons finally broke and his swords slid into place as he disconnected from the external system, "What took you so fraggin' long?"
Gaining his feet enough to leap out of the way of an oncoming barrage of fire, Sunstreaker glared at his twin, "Sorry, I guess I forgot to pick up a map on my way to bust you out!"
"Where's Aurian?"
"The slaggin' femme is fine! You ready to get the Pit out of here or should we see if the 'Cons would like to sit and chat a while?"
An evil grin spread across Sideswipe's face, a grin his twin knew all too well and mirrored in kind, the flair of their bond as the barriers fell away only fueling the already eager thoughts, "I guess I got a few words for these fraggers."
"Then let's set up a conference." Sunstreaker turned to face the oncoming enemies, all too happy to be able to sense his brother's emotions so clearly over their bond again, even if there was a lot of pent up anger...no, especially because there was a lot of pent up anger.
Aurian blinked, trying to clear the almost haze her vision had become as she walked through the forest. Something was drawing her forward, though she couldn't say what. It almost felt as though she were only a passenger in her own body but couldn't find the state of mind to care. She just accepted it, complied, did as she was 'told'.
There was something, someone she had to find.
"Hello?" her voice came out soft, apathetic, "We are here..." 'We?' Her mind stirred slightly at the odd phrasing. Why was she calling herself 'we'
She moved on, the thing or being that she was apparently searching for was not here.
Sideswipe rolled across the hall, providing cover as Sunstreaker demolished yet another wall blocking their progress.
"Foolish Autobots!" one of the Decepticon's laughed. "You think you can escape?"
Looking around Sideswipe spotted the self-assured mech surveying the situation from a rather safe position further down the corridor. "Why don't you come out and play, Screamer? I'll show you exactly what we plan to do."
"I'm sure you would." The 'Con's eyes glimmered as he took in the condition of the twins. They were slowing down; Sideswipe's 'stay' with them had not been kind and his twin was being forced to work twice as hard to pick up his lag. "Tell me, Sunstreaker...do you also share a bond with the fleshling?" he taunted, remembering the scarcely restrained rage it had caused in the other twin previously. "Or is that a weakness solely reserved for your brother?"
"What do you know?" Sideswipe challenged. He didn't like the Decepticon leader knowing about the bond – Pit, he didn't like any 'Con knowing about it for that matter – but to be trying to use it against his brother in the midst of battle? 'Not that Sunny cares about her enough for it to affect him,' he reminded himself angrily.
"I know enough to know that if the two of you are here..." he didn't continue, and when Sideswipe leaned around to see what the devious 'Con was up to, he was gone.
"Sunny! Exit, now!"
"Working on it," Sunstreaker growled, "It's really not as easy as it looks!"
'Coward, just ran to save his aft.' Sideswipe assured himself. If Aurian was in trouble, he would know. She would call out to him...right?
Taking a klick to reach out to the human over their freshly reopened bond he found only a numbed acknowledgment, but before he could question the oddness of it he found himself bombarded by more enemy fire. Right now he had to keep Sunstreaker and himself from becoming scrap; he would have to worry about Aurian later, despite his current misgivings.
Jazz slid into the battle well ahead of the others, quickly relaying information to them as he engaged one of the Decepticons trying to surround the twin warriors.
Sunstreaker and Sideswipe had made a complete disaster of the Decepticon base, finding their way into the open by way of tearing down half the stronghold, and were currently tag teaming a rather large, fragged-off looking mech that had seen better days in battle, while trying to stay out of the way of the other Decepticons taking pot shots at them whenever they could.
Quickly glancing over the brothers, Jazz could easily see that the battle had been none too kind to them, but they showed no signs of severe damage. Most mechs probably wouldn't notice that Sideswipe was a step or three slower than normal, or that Sunstreaker was favoring his right arm. They probably wouldn't see how Sunstreaker more often left himself open to attack to divert attention from his fatigued twin, or how many of the maneuvers they were employing were more out of desperation than out of cognitive action.
To say the least, should the battle drag on much longer without some kind of reinforcements the twins would be done for, though they would take down a good number of mechs with them.
"Hey, younglin's! Hope ya saved some fun fer the rest o' us!" Jazz called out as he leaped for the closest enemy to him, wrenching the gun from the mech's hand as he used his arm as a pivot point to spin back on him. "Looks like uh lively party, mind if Ah join?"
"Who let you out?" Sideswipe announced even as he slid beneath the larger mech, blades working at sensitive joints. Despite the jeer, his tone spoke volumes of the relief he felt for the arrival of an ally.
"Let meh out? Ha! Like they could keep meh in!" Jazz leaped from his perch on his opponent's shoulder, arcing head-over-heels backwards and moving again to strike at the mech once more almost before his feet hit the ground.
"You tell Ratchet that. I dare you," Sunstreaker added, launching himself off of another Decepticon that had been trying to keep some distance from them only to fail miserably at the end of Sunstreaker's plasma rifle.
To the Decepticons, the twins appeared to be an unstoppable duo, and the arrival of yet another Autobot was not very encouraging. Many of them sought escape from the battlefield before they were forced to face any of them, while others took to desperate measures, using their own comrades as shields and firing at any mech that looked like he might be coming toward them.
It amused Jazz at how easily confidence could be broken amongst those who did not trust each other. If only the 'Con's would pay a little more attention to their enemy, perhaps they could have won this battle.
Jazz laughed, it was good to be alive.
"Where am I going?" Aurian felt herself pulling away from the daze that had ensnared her, her mind demanding answers that the invisible force driving her would not answer.
~Where we must go.~
Still, she moved forward. Just because she was starting to get her mind back didn't mean she had her body, it seemed. "Where is that?"
~To find one who will help us do what we must do.~
"...Okay, who is that?" She pushed through some low-lying branches and found herself in a small clearing. It was formed by, what she could assume to be, a spring time river but in the winter was merely a trickling stream.
~One with the ability to fathom beyond the bounds of common thought.~
"I...don't think I like where this is going." Further along the bank of the stream she found that the clearing grew larger, allowing for a small, mostly protected field. "So, what is it...we...must do?"
~Find the answer.~
"What answer?"
~The answer.~
"To WHAT?" Aurian was growing tired of this game. This non-voice, non-thought, other self, thing that was apparently in control of her would talk to her but would never answer her questions. "You're more obscure than Optimus."
~Survival.~
Something akin to an Arctic winter settled into Aurian's guts, "Survival? From what, exactly?"
~Annihilation.~
Finally her daze lifted, leaving her a little stunned and disoriented as the sounds of a loud engine consumed the peaceful hum of nature. She looked up, her heart nearly stopping as she saw the jet slowly shifting and coming to rest on two feet before her.
"All alone, fleshling?" Starscream smiled at the woman, his intentions very clear in his eyes.
"S-Starscream." She fought against the desire to run – after all, this is what she had come for, wasn't it? "I came, just like I said...now let Sideswipe go."
"Let him go?" Starscream laughed, "Foolish fleshling, I never said anything about letting that irritating Autobot go."
Aurian very nearly bristled at the denial for Sideswipe's freedom, "But you said..."
"That I would not deactivate him," the Decepticon leader smirked with self satisfaction, "and I haven't, yet." He took a step toward the stunned human. When she scrambled back several feet, he laughed. There was no possible way for her to escape him now, but the thought of a chase was tempting. "Will you go back on your word, human? The Autobot's current state can be...remedied rather quickly if you no longer wish to uphold our agreement."
"No!" She nearly choked on the word. Just thinking of Sideswipe being killed brought tears to her eyes. "No, don't. I'll go with you...but you have to let him go."
"Really? And on what grounds do you make this proposition, human?" He took another step forward, enjoying her obvious fear and desire to flee him.
"That...I have the shard."
Starscream's smirk fell, his expression turning to doubt and suspicion. "How did you obtain that?"
"Does it really matter?" Aurian stumbled in her retreat, very nearly falling over a root of a rather large tree. "If you want it, and me, you have to let him go."
Starscream studied the small human before him. She spoke boldly for someone that was so obviously terrified, for that he gave her some credit. She was brave – foolish, but brave. "If I do not?"
Just as Aurian had figured, the Decepticon would take what he wanted and give nothing in return unless she could prove that it was of more value to him to do as they had agreed. Moving as quickly as she could, she tugged a small blade that had been tucked in her back pocket, something she had promised herself never to go without after her last encounter with the Decepticons. She placed the sharp tool against her own throat, hoping that she looked more confident than she felt. "If you don't, I'll kill myself and then what do you have?"
At first look, it seemed the human meant to go through with the threat of offlining herself and Starscream knew that the usefulness of a deactivated human was minimal at best, so he paused in his advances. He was almost positive he could move faster than she could and prevent that outcome; however, it might be more entertaining to force her to relinquish willingly. "Then I suspect I will have two Autobots to torture until they offline, with nothing to get in my way." His smirk instantly returned as the human's eyes shifted instantly in the direction of the Decepticon base, the small weapon she held falling limply from her hand.
"Sunny..." Aurian's heart and mind raced, she reached out for the brothers and could feel that they were wearing down. They would not last much longer and, from the sounds of it, the battle was not prepared to end anytime soon.
"Now, our arrangements?"
"Ve have you now," the familiar voice cackled, "Ve vill have our answers."
Aurian tried to run – she knew she had because when she fell it was on her face in a direction opposite of where Starscream stood. Her body grew numb even as her heart pounded violently in her chest and her mind screamed to get up, to get away. She reached out over her bonds, searching, hoping...dreading.
The rest of the Autobots came into the scene with a shower of blasts from Ironhide's cannons preceding them, driving off several of the 'Cons that had stubbornly remained in the battle.
Surveying the field, Ironhide decided things were coming quickly to a close here. The front-liner twins were tormenting one of the remaining 'Cons while Jazz continued to baffle another with his agile movements and swift attacks.
Ironhide's second barrage took down the one Jazz was toying with and another that was just daring to join the battle from the now demolished base. Either that or the unfortunate spark had just escaped from being trapped inside only to be wiped out by the hailstorm of plasma rounds the mech had been doling out. It hardly mattered to Ironhide.
Jazz, freed from his current concern, headed for the demolished base, every intention of seeking out any survivors. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker congratulated each other over the prone form of their opponent. Though any that knew the two well enough could easily pick up how their seeming celebrations were more acts of support for one another as they staggered on their feet.
"Skids, Mudflap, recon. Go with Jazz." Ironhide was glad to see the two warrior mechs still standing, even though they'd obviously taken some punishment. "Sunstreaker, where's Aurian?" he demanded as Jolt scanned the two, though he was obviously searching for his misplaced charge at the same time.
The golden twin turned to Ironhide, a confident look on his face as he gestured vaguely toward the pine forest some distance in the opposite direction. "I left her there, she's fi..."
Cold, spark-stalling dread consumed Ironhide as he watched the brothers fall simultaneously, both clutching at their chest plates like they were on fire. Even Jazz froze in his quest for an entrance into the base, spinning back on the scene with a look of horror on his face. The younger twins were looking at a complete loss as to what was going on and Jolt was already moving toward the afflicted mechs.
Then, as though drawn by the same thread, the warrior twin's heads snapped up, optics locked on a single point somewhere near the canopy of the pine forest Sunstreaker had just revealed as Aurian's hiding place. They transformed into their respective alt modes and were gone before anyone could process what any of this really meant.
Too late Ironhide heard the sound of jet engines as a form appeared on the horizon in the direction the twins had rushed off. The jet accelerated toward them, though at an altitude that would prove nearly impossible for any of them to reach. If Ironhide's suspicions were correct they couldn't chance shooting the 'Con from the sky either.
Everyone was moving to follow the twins, not sure what they would do but unwilling to simply stand idle and watch.
A true spectacle was played out for them as the twins reached a point where the jet would pass by on his current path. Sunstreaker easily shifted back to his bipedal mode and latched onto his brother as he sped by, heaving the silver twin into the air on a perfect collision course with the jet.
Sideswipe rolled through the air, his bipedal form taking the place of his alt mode so smoothly it had been nearly impossible to catch until the silver mech was swinging off of the F-22's wing, one of his blades impaling the airfoil to provide him with a secure hold.
Starscream's engines roared with his agony and rage as he started to roll, attempting to dislodge his attacker. Sideswipe was fueled by his desperation and anger and refused to let loose now that he had a hold of the mech that had so enjoyed tormenting him. He managed to haul himself over the craft until he straddled it, wrenching the wing in an odd angle as he did, driving the mech toward the ground. He dug his hands into the seams of the jet's cockpit, reveling in the screams he elected from the Raptor.
Even as Sideswipe mauled the jet, the mech sank lower and lower to the ground until Sunstreaker reached his nosecone, driving it harshly into the ground at the very same moment Sideswipe had retrieved what he was after and leaped away, leaving the jet to his seeming demise.
The dust was just beginning to settle as the remaining Autobots rushed upon the twins, nobody hearing the sound of a weapon charging until a warning blast struck the ground near Jazz's feet.
"Whoa! Wha's goin' on 'ere?"
Ironhide's cannons rolled to life, expecting to face down a rather fragged-off Seeker, only to be greeted by cool blue optics and the end of a charged plasma rifle. "Sunstreaker? What's the meaning of this?" Just behind the seemingly-confused mech crouched Sideswipe, a limp form held protectively in his hands.
"Sides? Sunny?" Jazz questioned, daring to take another step forward only to have another blast explode near his feet.
"Hold up!" Skids warned from somewhere behind Ironhide, his own twin likewise using the larger mech as a barrier, "Don' ge' too close...d'ey ain't thinkin' wit d'eir whole head, if ya know what I sayin'."
"Yeah, like he said!" Mudflap agreed, glancing from Ironhide to the older twins and then to Jazz. "They gonna' slag us if we get too close!"
"What are you two going on about?" Ironhide could tell the warrior twins were distressed; however, this behavior was uncalled for. Firing on allies? The vorns of training the front-liners had taught him that Sunstreaker had a 'berserker-like' battle mode, as humans might call it, but this wasn't battle any more, and since when had the young mech not been able to discern allies from enemies? Not to mention this was far from his usual aggressive berserker behavior – this was wholly defensive.
"Think, Iron'man! D'ey got sum' kin'a bon' wif d'at human, right?"
"Right." Still he couldn't understand what the younger twins were seeing that his war seasoned processor was not, and he had to fight the urge to kick the smaller mechs with his frustration. What was the point?
"They protec'in 'er!" Mudflap exclaimed, though whether it was from excitement or from knowing something that the older mech apparently didn't, none would ever be fully sure of.
"We're here to help!" Jolt snapped as he attempted to get closer to Sideswipe, only to likewise be deterred. For some reason his scans wouldn't register the woman and this made him endlessly unsettled, "Let me by, Sunstreaker. I just want to help!"
"No use, Doc'bot. D'ey ain't lis'nin. D'at girly ain't all there, an d'at's affectin' dem too." Skids shuffled away from his hiding spot, taking up a position to the left of Sunstreaker and turning his back to the threatening mech, his twin doing likewise on the opposite side.
Jolt looked over the limp body in the less threatening twin's hand with awe. He had seen how the front-liner twins could affect the human over their bond, but this was the first he had witnessed the reverse beyond doubt. Before he had put it off as Sideswipe's unnatural attachment to the human, to his own moodiness, and the side effects of his long separation with his brother, but this? This was unquestionable evidence that the human's condition had obvious, and dangerous, impact on the twins as well.
"Now what are you doing?" Ironhide demanded annoyed. The downfall of siblings was their never-ending ability to baffle everyone around them with odd behaviors; it was only worse with twins. It seemed there was always some secret between them that no one else knew about and that drove the seasoned mech out of his processor.
"Guardin'." Mudflap stated rather bluntly.
"Yep." Skids agreed.
Jolt glared down at the green mech before him. "What?"
Unmoved by the medic's chilling glare, Skids explained in an even tone; "Don' wanna look like a threat an' ge' our afts slagged, so we guardin'. Lookin' like we's allies."
"We are allies!" Ironhide roared.
"So..." Jazz took up a similar stance to the right of Mudflap, crossing his arms over his chest and giving Ironhide a challenging look, "We look like it."
It seemed that the protective 'wall' of allies was working, Sunstreaker lowered his weapon slightly and eased back toward his twin.
"Just do it, Ironhide. I need to get a better look at the human, my scan's aren't registering her." Jolt took a tentative step forward and was encouraged that Sunstreaker did not shoot at him again; however, the twin did glare, daring him to continue. "I'm here to help." He tried to keep his voice calm, soothing. He really wished Ratchet were the one dealing with this. The CMO would probably know exactly what to do to get past this odd behavior...or he would just knock the stubborn mech out and do what he had to do anyway.
Ironhide grunted and turned away from the edgy mechs, promising that if he got shot in the aft, everyone would pay for it.
Sunstreaker glanced at the mechs surrounding him and his siblings, his processor spinning frantically with blind direction. He couldn't put together much of a thought aside from protect. He had to protect his siblings. They were both in danger and he had to keep them safe no matter what. The mechs surrounding them posed no threat, they looked to be watching the battle grounds and that made them allies. The mech standing in front of him didn't look like a threat, but the way he was approaching didn't sit well with him either...didn't he know who that mech was? Medic. That 'bot was a medic, clearly indicated by the identifying signature he was broadcasting.
"Sunstreaker, let me by." Jolt could almost see the processes going on, Sunstreaker was trying to override this apparently bond-created protocol to protect. "Aurian needs help, I want to help her."
'Sides?' Sunstreaker questioned his twin through their bond. He was beginning to believe what the mech was saying – Jolt, his name was Jolt – but he would not let his guard down unless his brother agreed.
'It's okay Sunny...'
As though a switch had been flipped, Sunstreaker stood down, his weapons vanishing to their resting places, and the mech looking as though he had been waiting on everyone else instead of the other way around. Sideswipe rose from his crouch and revealed the woman held in his hands. She looked for all the world like she was sleeping peacefully.
Jolt moved in without further questioning. He wasn't going to take the chance that this behavior had been completely temporary. Again his scans failed to register the woman even though he could see her with his own optics. She didn't look harmed in any way, but from what he had learned from Ratchet's report on human physiology, he knew that they could appear to be fine when they were not.
Reaching for her, Jolt quickly became aware of something else, something familiar. A genuine energy that he had thought had been destroyed...
"Is that...an Allspark shard?"
Journal entry continued;...
~We are needed.~
"For what?"
~Survival.~
"Of what?"
~All.~
"What? All who?"
~Our Creations.~
And there I leave you for the time being my readers. ^_~ I'm on spring break this week and have every intention of writing several chapters, but for now, we cannot say when the next one will be up for sure. Okay? ^_^ I love busy busy busy life.
Thank You's:
~To authors who have inspired me to write and to those who have allowed me the use of their ideas: ~DO NOT USE ANOTHER AUTHORS IDEAS AS YOUR OWN. ASK PERMISSION!~
Litahatchee: For your fic 'Night Fire' and for the use of the ideas referring to 'Carrying' and 'Carrying Holds' and for the definition of 'Sparkshock' used in this fic. Also I give her partial credit for the creation of 'Insularity'. She helped me develop the idea and I can never thank her enough for her input!
Lady Tecuma: Sparks and Plasma; a wonderful fic! And for the term 'Sparkshock'.
Hearts of Eternity: What Time We Have Left. A VERY moving and well written fic.
Karategal: Her fic Youngling is just everything you could ever want involving baby Bumblebee. Also for her permission to use upcoming ideas. ^_~ I'll note when they appear.
~To my Beta Readers, your efforts help make my work so much better. I appreciate your time and effort greatly! A simple 'thank you' really isn't enough but it's all I can do from here! ^_^;
FORD B. and Eowyn77 from Botosphere
'Insularity' is my idea, with help from Litahatchee.
