A/N: 'Tis Here! The next Chapter of "Strangers Like Me" by yours truly! So sorry I haven't been as on top of posting these most recent Chapters, life has been crazy right now.I won't bore you with all of the gory details, but yeah. Anyways, this Chapter takes almost a week after the Chapter...2 before? yeah. The Chapter two before this one. So it's like...4 days after the last Chapter? Once again, I'm terrible with timeline stuff, so I'm just guesstimating.
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers in any shape or form. I only own the story and any and all OCs in said story. If there's someone you're not familiar with, it's probably an OC.
Blah = Hungarian/Vosnian
Blah = Flashback
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His digits still, the wires from the device sparking as they brush together. Cursing, he drops them, shaking his servo to get rid of the stinging sensation. The sparks fade, the device emitting a dying whine.
Dreadwing sighs, leaning back in his chair and rubbing at his optics. He hasn't been able to concentrate once since the events nearly a week ago. To discover the secret Delta had been keeping, and then for him to pull a weapon on him and Lord Megatron…
Megatron had left without a word, and had said nothing once they returned back to the Nemesis. Dreadwing had watched the silver Mech simply walk to the Command Center, and not leave. To say he had been surprised would be an understatement. Yes, there were aspects of Delta's life that they still didn't know about or understand, but he'd been under the belief that the younger Mech trusted them. But to witness that…it…it hurt.
Knowing he wouldn't be able to concentrate anymore, the blue Seeker gets up, walking out of his workshop. Perhaps there was a patrol he could do to take his mind off of things? He heads down the hall to the Bridge. Passing the MedBay, he stops in his tracks as the door opens, two troopers stumbling out as a wrench, a laser scalpel, and…was that a handheld scanner? all fly out of the door after them, Knockout roaring at them to get out of his domain.
It would seem he wasn't the only one being affected by Delta's absence. The good doctor was not someone you'd really mess with anyways—especially if you scratched his paint—but he'd been better since Delta came into their lives. Guess the youngling's absence caused him to revert back to his normal, ornery ways.
Actually, now that he thought about it, every living thing in the ship seemed to be affected by Delta's absence. He knew that the turquoise Mechling would spend time with the troopers, joking around with them while he assisted in maintaining the flying vessel. They no longer joked, no longer seemed to want to do anything. There were times where he would hear arguing from the troopers, the Insecticons needing to be called in to counter any hostility—though they seemed to fuel the fire instead of putting it out.
Finally, he makes it to the Bridge. There were only a few troopers, all giving Soundwave a wide berth. You could feel the anger and hostility rolling off of the normally stoic Mech's body. Even the most silent of them all was voicing his opinion about Delta being gone. And there, at the large window, was Megatron. The silver Mech is quiet. His back is to everyone and thing, servos resting behind him.
Suddenly, Megatron turns, meeting Dreadwing's optics. He observes the blue-and-gold Seeker in front of him.
The red orbs narrow.
Delta yawns, rubbing his optics. For the past five days he'd been keeping watch over the small house from his spot under the oak. He was exhausted, but knew that if something happened to his humans while he was asleep, he'd never forgive himself. He stretches, rolling his helm and feeling his neck cables pop. It didn't help that nightmares had started up again, scaring him awake and into alertness if he managed to fall into a doze. He would go to the house, peek through the window. Only the sight of the two humans under his protection resting peacefully would calm his spark.
Shifting, he stares up at the sky, the millions of stars. His optics find one in particular…
"…and that one there?" he asks, pointing to a tiny pinprick.
Dreadwing hums as he looks at the tiny dot of light.
"That one is Velocitron, one of Cybertron's colony worlds."
"Velocitron? Isn't that where Knockout's from?"
A nod is his answer.
"Are you ready to go back inside, Kistestvér?"
Delta shakes his helm, snuggling down into his guardian's side, his thick blanket wrapped around his shoulders.
"Not yet. You're comfy—and I'm not tired."
A chuckle at the somewhat childish remark, "Very well. Any more stars you are curious about?"
Delta's visor dims, before brightening. He perks.
"Can you show me where Cybertron is?"
Sitting up, he follows Dreadwing's digit to a familiar star.
"The North Star? That's Cybertron?...Really?"
Another chuckle.
"Indeed, it is. Humans did not realize that for hundreds of years, they were using Cybertron to guide them on their travels."
"Whoa…"
Dreadwing looks down at him, his red optics soft.
"Remember, Delta. If you are ever by yourself, as long as you can see Cybertron, I will be able to find you."
"Promise?"
He doesn't notice the optics that soften at the mumbled remark, nor hear the gentle voice as the lights turn off, plunging his room into darkness.
"Promise."
A/N 2: So, Delta's back with the Cons now. The next Chapter hasn't exactly been written yet, but I will get it done. Also,
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Kistestvér = Hungarian (Little Brother)