A/N: Here it is! The next installment of the "Strangers Like Me" series! Yay. This one is gonna be a shorter story, and it's what you've all (hopefully) been waiting for-Delta reuniting with his family!
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.
PLEASE COMMENT! I NEED CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM TO MAKE MY STORIES (PRESENT, FUTURE, OR OTHERWISE) BETTER!
He didn't know why he was here. Really, he didn't. He should be back on Earth, helping get the base established. Not here on Cybertron, in the newly rebuilt Hall of Records, sitting in a corner terminal and scrolling through a long, long list of returning refugees who had escaped during the War. He glances out of the corner of his visor, seeing Soundwave shift, rolling a shoulder, the joint still stiff from their last fight.
Oh, right. That's why.
Though their fight with Unicron had happened almost a year ago, there were still injuries that weren't fully healed. Ultra Magnus was still doing his physical therapy to get back on his feet after nearly being killed by the undead Predacons. Breakdown was still learning his way around the new headquarters after losing his sight from a lucky shot from one of Unicron's blasters when he'd tackled Bulkhead out of the way of the blast. Soundwave had badly injured his right side and arm protecting Ratchet as the Medic kept everyone alive during the battle. Arcee even, had lost some mobility in her servos from the fight, the Dark Energon taking its toll on her smaller size much quicker than the others.
And Delta…well, his wounds were healed, but his spark still hurt from what he'd had to do. He almost didn't want to come to Cybertron in the first place, but had agreed to help with the somewhat mundane job of documenting everyone coming back to the planet. He'd hoped it would help keep his mind away from the darker feelings.
And it did. The slow task of reading over the information, marking down the approvals of desired housing units to support the number of bots in the household, and sending it away to the ones in charge of archiving it all in the building was keeping his mind busy enough. After a while, he got into the motions, his optics glancing over the information before marking what he needed and sending it away.
It was so mind-numbingly boring, and it was perfect for-
Delta feels his mind screech to a halt. His servo pauses.
Was that…?
Going back to the beginning of the document, he scrolls down, slower this time. His optics rove over the names of the bots, their new addresses, and how many bots were in the household moving past his optics.
Finally, he finds it. He stares at the DataPad, the words searing themselves into his mind.
He couldn't believe it—he was almost afraid to believe it.
He takes in the information, feeling his spark constrict in…relief? Fear?
"Delta?"
His helm lifts, meeting Soundwave's dark visor. The silent Mech had stopped his documenting, turning to his companion. Though most would miss it, Delta could see the worry marking the Ex-Decepticon's frame.
"I-I…" was his servo starting to shake?
"M-My parents…they're alive." He looks down at the DataPad. "A-And according to the DataPad…they're here."
He meets the dark Mech's visor.
"My parents are alive. And they're here in Iacon."