(Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers; just Filly and Angel and any other OC's I've mixed into this story.)
(Authors Note: Hello dear readers, fellow writer, fangirls, fanboys and Transformers enthusiasts! I am so, so happy to finally be presenting you all with a new chapter! I apologize for not updating this story sooner, but if you take a look, you'll notice that I've been uploading new content for my movieverse Transformers FF titled: Bleu Lambos. If you love Sunstreaker and Sideswipe stories, then you'll probably enjoy reading it ;) Regardless, I've been busy with that particular story because I've had a lot of ideas for it and it's been receiving a lot of positive feedback. That, and apparently it's been gaining a lot of attention from viewers like you which has also inspired me to keep writing. But don't worry, I have no intentions of abandoning this story or my other ones. Also, I've been under a lot of stress lately because my sister is due to have her first child in a matter of days and we're all on pins and needles in anticipation. All that aside, I hope you all enjoy the new chapter and feel free to comment, for I love reading your positive feedback and draw inspiration from your kind words. Until next time, stay safe, stay sane, stay hydrated, and stay awesome!)
"English"
::Comm. link::
{Cybertronian}
[HUD notifications/scans]
::Bond conversations::
:Speaker speech:
"Intercom/Soundwave's speech"
[:Angel/Ravage speech:]
Memories/flashbacks/stasis
{:Ghost/apparition speech:}
Chapter 22
Filly awoke to find herself lying against a warm chassis and immediately recognized it as that of her Papa's. Glancing up, she was met with the familiar faces of her creators, to which she happily started to cry:
"Baba, Papa...are you really here? Is this a dream?"
Jazz shook his helm while his optics began to mist over, "This ain't no dream, baby girl. Yer Papa and I are right here and safe back home in the Ark."
As she processed the information, Prowl added, "Angel tracked you down and infiltrated the Decepticon base where she found you in the brig and sent us the coordinates so we could activate a ground bridge in your cell and bring you home."
The tiny femme glanced over to see the loyal cyberdog sitting beside the berth with her head resting on the edge as if to say, 'I'm right here for you.'
With a smile, she leaned over and lovingly hugged the K9 unit, to which she happily wagged her tail and sent her loving vibes through their family bond. As she savored the warmth of her creators and Angel, Filly's optics suddenly noticed two familiar mechs lying in adjacent operating tables across the room while the medics worked on them: "Uncle Smokey! Blue!" She practically leapt off the berth, but was caught in midair by her Baba:
"Whoa there, baby girl! You ain't in no condition to be pullin' stunts like that," he gestured towards the energon I.V. in her little arm, to which she frowned and softly cried.
"But I wanna see them...They're hurt because of me…"
"Filly," Prowl's voice sounded beside her as he gently tilted her chin up to look at him. "What happened to Smokescreen and Bluestreak isn't your fault. The Decepticons are the only ones to blame for their current status."
"...Can...Can I see them? Please?"
At the tearful look she was giving him, the SIC hugged her close and emitted a sigh, "As much as I wish I could, I'm afraid I can't let you see them at the moment. Ratchet and his fellow medics are trying to repair some of the damage that had been inflicted on them." He then gestured towards Jazz and himself, "Your Baba and I were sedated shortly after we felt your pain through the bond. We only just woke up an hour ago, but Ratchet assured us that they'll make a full recovery."
"I pray to Primus that they do," she tearfully replied while her creators (and Angel) continued to send her loving vibes through their family bond, assuring her that everything would be alright.
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-Later that night-
Filly sleepily stared at the large, glowing orb that was Jazz's spark and emitted a contented sigh as she shifted inside the protective chamber that was his sparkling hold; however, the space felt slightly cramped as it was clear that she had grown a little since her arrival on Earth. Of course, this didn't concern her as she wouldn't experience another growth spurt for at least twenty or thirty human years, which meant she'd still be able to keep her alternative form for quite some time. This thought brought a small smile to her face as she wasn't ready to grow up just yet. She wanted to be small for quite some time still because she wanted to be able to curl up on her Papa's chassis or recharge inside her Baba's sparkling hold. After her ordeal with the Decepticons, she knew Jazz also wanted to keep her as close as he could, and she couldn't blame him for wanting to do so: it was a traumatic event for everybody and would take some time to recover from.
Speaking of recovery: she wondered how Smokescreen and Bluestreak were fairing. She wanted to see them, but in her current position, that would be impossible. Jazz was in recharge alongside Prowl while she was safely curled inside the sparkling hold. She didn't want to wake him, nor did she want to be separated from her creators at this time. And yet, she really wanted to check on her Uncle Smokescreen and Bluestreak. The very thought of them in pain was enough to make her optics leak. This, of course, prompted her creators to awaken from recharge: since they all shared a family bond, they were sensitive to each other's emotions.
Both Jazz and Prowl sent loving pulses to Filly while Angel sent her a wave of comfort. She rubbed her optics to see her Baba opening his sparkling hold for her to crawl out of, to which she rolled into his awaiting servos. "What troubles you, baby girl?"
*sniff* "I wanna visit Uncle Smokey and Blue...Please? I can't recharge unless I see them."
Jazz looked over at his sparkmate and asked, "What do you think, dearspark?"
The SIC vented a sigh, but gave them a small nod, "Very well. We'll head down to the Med Bay so you can check on them, but we cannot linger for too long. Understand?"
The tiny femme nodded and hugged him, "Thank you Papa."
He gave her a smile and kissed her helm, "Anything to ease your mind, my little starlight."
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While her creators and Angel stood nearby, Filly quietly rolled a stool next to Smokescreen's berth and climbed atop of it so she could properly see her Uncle's form. He had an energon I.V. in his arm and his helm was cracked on one side while his body was littered with dents and scratches. His optics were closed and his lip plates were set in a firm line. It was then when Filly realized his doorwings were cracked, but not severed or mangled. Reaching over, she carefully climbed atop of his berth and hugged his chassis while being mindful of his injuries:
"Uncle Smokey? Can you hear me? It's Filly...I'm home now...Angel rescued me," she lightly touched his cheek and emitted a sigh of relief when he sent her a warm pulse through their family bond.
::Filly? Are you there, sweetspark?::
::Yes Uncle Smokey, I'm right here. I'm literally beside you in the Med Bay, but don't worry, I'm not hurt.::
::Thank Primus. I'm so glad you're safe.::
She sniffled, ::I'm so sorry you and Bluestreak got hurt…::
::Filly, you have nothing to apologize for,:: he assured and sent her another loving pulse. ::I don't want you blaming yourself for what happened, okay? You had nothing to do with this current outcome. The only ones to blame are the Cons.::
::That's what Papa said.::
::Well he's right,:: there was a smile in his tone which brought a sense of relief to the tiny femmling. ::Now, you go and get some recharge, alright?::
::Okay, but I wanna visit Blue for a little bit. I don't know if he'll be able to hear me, but I'm gonna try to get through to him.::
::I know he'd appreciate that.::
::Yea,:: she happily stated. ::I better let you rest for now. I love you, Uncle Smokey.::
::I love you too, Filly.::
The tiny femme kissed Smokescreen's cheek before carefully climbing off his large frame and back onto the stool where she slipped down and quietly rolled it over to the adjacent berth where Bluestreak was located. Upon climbing up the stool and onto his berth, Filly sat in shock at what she saw: Bluestreak laid before her connected to several energon tubes and a spark monitor, indicating his condition was more severe than Smokescreen. Both of his doorwings were detached from his body and were lying on another berth. Remembering her own winglet detachment, she emitted a pained shudder at the memory of having them ripped off and then later re-attached. Focusing on the young mech before her, she noticed his body was riddled in scratches and his chevron was cracked in two places. His helm was tilted to the side, his optics were closed and his mouth was slightly agape (almost in an offline sort of way).
Crawling over to his face, Filly reached out and touched his cheek, noting that he wasn't as warm as he usually was. This was obviously due to his lack of energon and his current condition, but still, she worried for the young sniper. Glancing back at her creators, Filly waved them (and Angel) over.
::What is it, sweetspark?:: Jazz asked, via Comm. link.
::Blue feels colder than usual...could one of you look for a thermal blanket? I wanna make sure he doesn't freeze.::
::Sure thing,:: he and Prowl then began searching until they found one in the nearby supply closet. Afterwards, they helped her cover the young Praxion, to which she then nestled herself against his right arm:
::Filly, we should leave him to rest,:: Prowl suggested, to which she shook her helm.
::No...He needs me. I wanna be here for him because he was there for me when I was in stasis-lock. I may not have been able to hear his voice, but I could feel his presence. So maybe if I stay here, he'll sense my presence and will get better soon.::
Both creators couldn't help but smile at her selfless statement, to which Jazz replied, ::Alright, but if Ratchet asks you to leave, you better do as he says.::
::I will.:: She then gave them a reassuring smile, ::You two can recharge back in the room and Angel can stay here with me.::
While they didn't want to be separated from her, they knew she would be safe. After all, the Med Bay was practically the safest room in the entire base. Plus, Ratchet's quarters were adjacent to the facility, so if anything were to happen, he'd be here to assist her.
::Alright sweetspark,:: Prowl replied with a curt nod, ::But don't hesitate to call out for us if you need anything.::
::I won't,:: she assured, to which they hugged and kissed her goodnight before exiting the Med Bay, to which she curled up beside the young sniper and gently squeezed his index digit, "Please get well soon Blue...I miss you."
(Another Authors Note: Aw poor Blue :( I hated writing that bit, but there needs to be some sadness in the story here and there...it adds depth. But don't worry, our favorite chatterbox/sniper will pull through in the end. Also, I kinda have this idea of making a separate FF based around (adult) Filly and Bluestreak, cause I kinda want to pair them up. I don't know, I think they'd make a cute couple :) And like I said, it would be when she's an adult, NOT while she's still a youngling...that's just wrong on so many levels. Anyways, it's just a thought, but if you'd like me to write a short story featuring the two of them, please let me know in the comments or PM me about it. Until next time, stay safe, stay sane, and stay awesome!)