Prowl didn't quite hear what Rix said. The pair were sitting on the roof of the warehouse, stargazing while the rest of the base was in recharge. It had been almost a week since Starscream's attack, and this was one of the few moments of downtime the ninjabot had had since.

"What was that?" Rix shook her helm, burrowing more into his hold. She had been quiet as of late, her exuberant personality relaxed to something more tired than calm. It had led to many disagreements, and Prowl knew that had she not been as tired as she was it would have led to many tantrums.

"Rix?" He kept his tone calm and even. It was the easiest way to approach her when she was like this.

"We missed the meteor shower." He frowned. That couldn't be all it was, could it?

"I know we did. And I promise that as soon as the next one happens; we'll watch it together."

That seemed to not be the right thing to say, as she started to cry.

"Rix. Rix! It's okay!" He started to panic, trying to sit her up so that she wasn't burrowing her face into his chestplates.

"It's not okay! You got hurt and so did Bumblebee and Sari had to use her key and Optimus deactivated and I knew that Starscream was going to attack I should have thrown a fit and I was looking forward to that meteor shower and I'm so-" She sobbed harshly, optic fluid streaming down her cheekplates.

This was not something Prowl could deal with on his own. He had dealt with the few tears she had while throwing her tantrums, but this was beyond him. He needed help.

::Ratchet::

It took a moment, but the medic responded.

::Prowl, I swear there had better be a good reaso-::

::Rix is crying::

A pause.

::A tantrum or-

::No, it's like a breakdown. She started by saying she missed the meteor shower and then she just went off on a tangent about what happened to me, Bumblebee and Optimus and the attack by Starscream::

Another pause.

::Bring her here::

The ninjabot had a firm grip as she sobbed into his neck cabling, frame shuddering, and he gently swung them into his room, and carried her down the halls towards the medbay.

When they arrived it was obvious that Ratchet was unhappy about his interrupted recharge, but was doing a good job of hiding it as he pointed towards the med berth. Her sobs weren't as loud as before, but her wings were sagging and they knew it was because of how tired she must be. She tried to keep her hold on Prowl, but eventually let him lay her down. Ratchet hand him the blanket, and he tucked it up under her chin. She chirped softly, audio receptors twitching.

"Alright bitlet, let's get a few things straight. What happened with Starscream was not your fault, neither what happened with Prowl and Optimus."

"But-"

"No but's. You tried to tell us that he was going to attack, and we should have listened. And in none of your episodes did you know what was going to happen with Prowl." His tone was gentle yet firm, having sat in a chair near the berth. Her optics were watering with unushed tears, but they weren't falling yet.

"It's been a kick in the aftplates for everyone, and all we want you to do is to tell us immediately if you have an episode. It doesn't matter if it's in the middle of a conversation, or the middle of recharge. Let us know." He kept optic contact with the sparkling, and with a gentleness he hadn't truly used before the war, gently brushed away her tears. She sniffled, and pulled the blanket around herself.

For a moment it seemed she was about to cry again, but she shuttered her optics and nodded.

"Good. Now-" He groaned as he stood, placing a servo against his back, "its a good idea for all of us to get some recharge." The ninjabot picked up both sparkling and blanket, nodding his goodbye to the medic. The door slid open for them and closed behind them.

Ratchet rested against the berth, listening to Prowl's pedefalls to make sure they were out of hearing range before letting out a sigh, and sat in one of the medbay chairs. After a moment for certainty, he reactivated his comm.

::You still there?::

::Always for you Ratchet::

Frigid exchanged glances with Devious.

Devious exchanged glances with Frigid.

They both looked at Razorwing, and then back at each other.

He was acting strange to say the least. While their trine leader was usually a confident, slightly somber mech, lately he had been almost blissful. At first, they had thought it was just him dealing with their crash landing on this planet, but that had been almost a year ago and he was still acting like this.

It seemed familiar.

It seemed like home.

But Vos was gone, now a ruin of a city that once was a haven to seekers, to flyers. So why did it seem like home?

Why was it so familiar?

Megatron was angry.

No,no, he wasn't angry.

He was livid.

The Allspark was so close, and here he was, trapped inside the lab of a disgusting organic. He couldn't recall how he had gotten here.

Oh, he remembered the battle, his fall from the ship and landing on this planet. But he could remember nothing after that.

But his reactivation had given him access to information about how what had happened, and of the Autobot repair crew that now resided on the planet.

And then there the sparkling was. A mere clip, a mere moment but it left no doubt as to who one of her creators were.

And it answered everything.

She was close.

So very close.

His siblings agreed.

Their seer…

So close.

But not yet.

They had to wait.

Their Divinity made them wait.

He shifted his plates, before letting them relax.

Almost.