A/N: Hello, my people! Here is the next Chapter of "Two Worlds, One Family"! Yay. Now, I know some of you might be getting a bit curious about the situation with Sol, and though I'm not going to explain it in this Chapter/Author's Note, it will be explained. In the next Chapter. This Chapter is just sort of leading up to that, and we get to learn what everyone's been doing the past year or so. Sort of. Briefly. In a way. ANYWHO, here's this Chapter for you guys to read and (hopefully) enjoy!
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Delta pulls up to the building, transforming. He looks at the building, smiling slightly. He'd been able to get in touch with a few friends, and pull some strings to get Sol placed in a Veteran's Center in central Iacon.
Run by none other than Ratchet.
He steps inside, taking in the clean lobby, a few bots milling around.
He moves forward, heading over to the main desk, when someone bumps into him, the other bot stumbling. His servo shoots out, gripping Delta's arm.
"Primus, Mech. I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention—I'm waiting for a friend."
Delta finds himself smiling, holding still until the blue Mech straightens, his servo ghosting over Delta's shoulder.
Then, Breakdown pauses. Even with the visor covering his blind optics, Delta could see the second he realizes who he's talking to. The blue Mech brightens.
"Delta! Primus, Mech, how are ya?"
Delta chuckles, patting the servo on his shoulder.
"I'm doing good, Breakdown. How are you and Knockout?"
Breakdown grins, "We're doing good. Knockout's still on bedrest until the twins are born, so he's a bit cranky—definitely starting to give Ratchet a run for his money in that department, but he's as excited as I am."
Delta smiles as the Mech steers him down one of the halls, continuing to chatter happily about all that's gone on. Delta hums, taking in the other's appearance. Breakdown's armor is still the dull blue it's always been, but it seemed brighter somehow. A thin metal visor was over where his optics would be, showing that he was blind, but he didn't act like he was. He walked down the hallways as confidently as if he could still see.
"…and even though he'd never admit it out loud, Knockout is glad that you got in contact with us about you coming to visit us. Everyone is."
Delta chuckles as they enter the small room, Knockout looking up from the DataPad in his lap.
"Delta, there you are. I was wondering when you were going to get here."
He smiles, "Hey, Knockout. How are you doing?"
The cherry-red Mech sighs.
"I am tired and ready for these blasted sparklings to be here. But other than that, not much else has been happening."
Delta settles down on a chair nearby, listening to the two talk about the day-to-day events that have happened at the Center.
How Soundwave documented everything, helping with the registration for different Mechs and Femmes coming into the Center, how Arcee was working with the Enforcers but would still come to visit weekly, how Megatron was still going strong in the Council with Ultra Magnus as his right-hand Mech, even visiting the Center when the Commander did his physical therapy as a sort of moral support while still discussing issues in the Council.
After nearly an hour, he manages to get their attention.
"I was hoping you guys could help me with something."
Knockout nods, "You know you can ask us about anything, Mechling."
Delta smiles. That's what he was hoping for.
"I was wondering…you guys know where Wheeljack would be at this hour? I have a question for him."