A/N: Hi, my people! Here is the next Chapter of "Two Worlds, One Family"! Yay. I know it's ben a while, but again I couldn't figure out this Chapter-and this story is already alot longer than I thought it would be, so that's making it that much more difficult to get it written. But it's written, and here for your enjoyment.

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Delta stares at the door, the number on it searing itself into his mind. He didn't know why he was hesitating. Did he feel Sol would change his mind and not want to see him anymore? Honestly, he wouldn't blame the kid.

Taking a deep vent, he opens the door, stepping inside the room. It's small, made only for one patient. But there's light streaming in from the window, making the room nice and airy—it doesn't feel suffocating, he doesn't feel claustrophobic. There's Barricade, standing at the window, looking out at the city, and Dawnstrike, sitting on a chair next to the berth. She sits up at the sight of Delta.

Sol is lying on the berth, drowsily looking at a DataPad. But he lifts his helm at his mother's motion. He perks up.

"Delta, you came!" he says, grinning.

Delta finds himself returning a small smile, only for it to fall at the sight of the younger Mech's dull plating, weld scars crisscrossing over his left leg, a brace wrapped around it, silver metal glinting slightly. He slowly moves over to the side of the berth, placing a servo on the edge.

"Hey, kid. How you feelin'?"

Sol shrugs, "It hurts, but not a lot. I'm mostly just tired. Dad says you're the one who got me out. Is that true?"

Delta nods, lowering his helm.

"Y-Yeah. I was. I…I should have been faster though."

"It's not your fault."

The soft voice brings him out of his dark corner. He lifts his helm, meeting the bright red of Solarstrike's optics. The younger Mech had managed to sit up, placing a servo on Delta's.

"It's not. I'm the one who decided to go to the ruins. I'm the one who didn't listen to Talon when he said it was getting late—that it wasn't safe after dark."

He smiles, "Besides, now I don't have to make a decision."

His optics narrow in confusion.

"Decision?"

Sol nods. "Yeah, about what I'm gonna do when I get older. I couldn't decide between being a Medic, and being an Engineer or Inventor. Now, I don't have to make that decision."

Delta could hear the sadness in the younger Mech's voice, his spark breaking at the sound. This shouldn't have happened, he should have been able to experience both things, have the support of his family no matter which decision he made. Now, because of this, he would never have the chance to choose for himself.

The decision had been made for him.

He excuses himself, leaving the room. He walks down the hall, soon finding himself on a bench. He sighs, placing his helm in his servo. He didn't understand—it was bad enough that he never had the choice to be Primus' Vessel, to have these powers he never wanted. But now not even Solarstrike could make decisions about his life. He was just a kid for crying out loud!

His vent stutter slightly as he holds back frustrated tears. His other servo curls into a fist, the metal creaking slightly.

"Delta?"

He lifts his helm, meeting the blue optics of his mother. Dawnstrike's optics soften, and she sits down next to him, pulling him into her arms. He returns the hug, shaking as he once again loses the controlled grip on his emotions. Dawn places her servos on the sides of his helm, gently asking him what was wrong.

Everything finally spills out, his vents gasping as he tries to tell everything to his mom about the things that happened, how he couldn't take keeping it together anymore, how much he hated that so many decisions had been made for him, and now the same thing was happening to Sol, the younger Mech going through practically the same things as he'd gone through.

After about an hour of just rambling, he calms enough for Dawnstrike to smile and say,

"You had to go through all of that almost alone. But Sol has his whole family here to support and help him through this. That's the biggest difference."

Delta sighs, the words bringing comfort. It's true that he did have the Decepticons to help him, but it wasn't the same as having your family there to help you through difficult things.

Then…he realizes.

Sometimes your friends became like your second family.

And they were always ready to help.