New day, new fanfic. Welcome back to the continuation of the Silver Sun story. Chapter four. Sorry this one is late. (I'm also working on a one-shot saga so that should be up at some point).

"There is no love without forgiveness and there is no forgiveness without love."

-Bryan H. McGill.

Chapter Four : The Apology Acceptance

I didn't know where I was.

Just...darkness all around me.

I remembered a voice speaking. Maybe it was someone I knew...someone familiar.

That's when I saw them; two Autobots. One a mech and one a femme. The mech was dark blue, like Arcee, with yellow highlights. The femme was silver, like me, with pink highlights. She wore a circular pendant around her neck.

The mech held a small youngling in his arms, who was blue and pink; Arcee. She looked so afraid and was constantly looking over the mech's shoulder to see who, or what, was coming. I knew that look. It's the same look she had after Tailgate was taken from her.

The femme carried a tiny silver and yellow sparkling, at least one third of Arcee's size; Me. I was crying so loudly, I was afraid it would shatter the memory. The femme was doing her best to calm me down, with little luck.

The four of us were running through an open plain. Scattered among the ground were piles of fatally-wounded or dead soldiers.

We finally broke through to the other side. The mech put Arcee down and the femme handed me to her.

"Hide here, quickly!" The mech ordered, lifting up a piece of what seemed like dead metal to reveal a disguised hideout.

Arcee climbed in, still holding into me. The

"Stay here," The mech said, "We'll come back for you, we promise."

The femme looked close to tears. "Look after her Arcee. You're all each other have now." She kissed Arcee's forehead, then mine. "I love you, my daughters."

Daughters...

My mother...

"Come on, Celeste. We haven't got much time," The mech ushered her to leave, although you could tell he was reluctant to go.

The femme nodded before carefully taking the metal disk necklace off of herself. She handed it to Arcee, then turning around to face the mech. He gently took her hand, giving her a reassuring look.

Then two of them turned and ran away, into the darkness. Arcee and I stayed hidden under the metal, waiting for them to come back, but they never did.

Not long after came the sound of a conversation happening in the distance.

"You didn't honestly think that we would let you live," A shadowy voice echoed from the darkness, "Tell me now, Apollo; Where is the child?"

"We ain't tellin' you scrap," The mech spat, "So you may as well shoot."

What came next was the fire of a blast, and something drop to the floor. It didn't take my powers to know what had happened.

I heard a weapon fire up.

The evil voice continued, "Do not make the same mistake as your sparkmate. We will find her sooner or later. If you tell us now, I promise no harm will come to her."

"This war has taken a life from me," The femme almost whispered, "I will not allow the same fate for my children."

The shot came almost immediately after.

The femme fell to the floor alongside the mech. Their optics were offlined. Both of them...they were gone. The footsteps died down. Whoever that voice had belonged to was getting further away, yet Arcee held into me as if I would leave her too.

"I promise I'll always protect you, sister," She whispered to me.

The memory began to dissolve into ebony black mist. It swallowed it up like a lion does it's prey. I began to stir from my sleep, hearing voices that had been blocked out before. One voice in particular.

"Silver, I don't know if you can hear me, or..." Bumblebee. It was a relief to hear again. He sighed. "Or if you'd even listen if you could. I wouldn't blame you after what I did."

He paused before continuing, "I can't talk to you after this but I just...I wanted to say sorry. I'm sorry for not being strong. I'm sorry for not fighting against Megatron. You don't have to forgive me, it's just...you helped me wake up before. It's your turn to wake up now. Please."

I could hear the remorse in his voice. Then heavy footsteps, him walking away. The last thing I wanted was for Bumblebee to think it was his fault. But I couldn't do anything while I was in stasis.

That's when I felt my breathing increase, my spark practically beating out of my chassis.

"I didn't protect you, Silver...I should've been there. I'm sorry."

My sister.

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My optics quickly came online, or maybe it just felt quicker than it actually was. Seeing the ceiling of the med-bay for the second time in the span of two days was serious deja vu.

The first thing that came to mind was whatever that dream was about. It was obviously not real. Our parents died while captured as Shockwave's prisoners and I knew that Arcee wouldn't lie to me.

I tried to sit up, only to wince at the sudden scream of aching near my spark. Glancing at the area, I could see a metal bandage covering the wound.

"Primus, let that not leave a battle scar," I whispered.

"Silver Sun?"

Turning my head, I saw who the question had came from; Ratchet was staring at me almost in disbelief. Curse his Spock-hearing. I looked at my frame before looking back to him.

"I..." my words seemed lodged in my throat, the result of not using my voice box for a while, "I think so?"

He looked over the data on the computer, "Your vitals appear to be returning to normal. Usually it takes a week before all systems are fully restored."

'Uh oh' was the first thing that came to mind.

Being telekinetic meant that my systems would just mend themselves sometimes.

"How long was I out?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

He shrugged, "You know. A day...or two."

"Two days?" I slightly exclaimed in surprise, "As in fourty-eight hours?"

Ratchet nodded, "It was the quickest way to heal your injuries. Blunt force trauma to the helm, dented abdomen. One blast burn in particular caught a vein, ultimately blocking the energon flow to the spark."

I can't say for sure, but I'm pretty sure I started talking really fast, "Did everyone make it back ok? Is Arcee alright? Does Megatron being back mean Bumblebee's back to normal now?"

"Yes, to all of the above," He replied, "Arcee is currently collecting Jack from school, along with Bumblebee and Bulkhead. I've alerted her that you're awake. In the meantime-"

He turned around and picked up a broken wireless transmitter, walking towards the hallway, "-the consequence of Miko and Bulkhead's latest 'party' must be resolved."

"Thanks, Ratchet," I spoke although he had already disappeared around the corner.

I still felt a little weird but I was strong enough to at least properly sit up. It was definitely clear that I had been out of it for a while. Have you ever ridden a rollercoaster and then after having it feel like your legs are jelly? Kind of like that.

Careful not to disturb my only-just-healed wound, I stretched out my arms.

Something with a shining silver glow caught my attention. On the table next to the bed was a small, circular, metal disk. It was essentially identical to the one I had seen in my dream, except it had a few scorch marks on it.

"What the...?" I whispered.

I started to reach out for the disk when the revving of a motorcycle engine came from the entrance of HQ. Looking up, it wasn't surprising to see my sister's alt mode skid to a halt into base. It was surprising, though, to see that Jack wasn't with her.

Arcee transformed and half-walked, half-ran towards me, an expression of worry and relief on her face. I inwardly frowned; Scrap, what I must've put her through the past few days. She embraced in a hug so tight I was finding it difficult to breathe.

"H-Hi, 'Cee," I said, not actually sure of what else I could say.

She released me from the embrace and stood back, "Are you ok? Wounds all healed? Systems rebooted?"

I nodded, "Yeah. Healing quicker than other bots, one of the only benefits that come from being a weirdo."

What came next surprised me to say the least. I felt a sudden pain in my shoulder, realising that Arcee had just punched me.

"Ow!" I exclaimed, covering the hurt area. I looked at my sister in confusion and shock, "That hurt, Arcee!"

Her expression was now serious and unforgiving, "We already agreed that you wouldn't go on missions as long as you didn't know how to fight."

"I'm pretty sure we had that conversation a few centuries back when I was a youngling. It doesn't apply now."

"Silver, as long as you don't know how to fight, 'that conversation' applies."

I could feel my ire begin to rise but tried to ignore it, "I'm sorry but it was my choice to make."

"Yeah, well it was a bad choice," Arcee folded her arms, "You're my sister. While 3we're on the same planet, you need to listen to me."

"I'm not a scared little kid anymore, Arcee. I can take care of myself."

"If that were true, you would be able to fight when you need to," she snapped, anger lacing her voice.

I drew back, like I had just been struck. But I'd rather have had that circumstance than hear my own sister say something like that.

"I...I didn't mean..." I couldn't even remember what I was saying.

"Didn't mean to what? Try to be a hero when you know nothing about battle? Scare me half to being offline when I saw you on the med-bay table? Making me think I'd lose you because you were too soft to learn how to fight?" She stopped, realising what she was saying.

That was the last straw for me.

My gaze fell to the floor. I closed my optics, which was mainly to stop myself from crying. I hated crying. In every other aspect of life, I was seen as weak. My ability to hide my emotions was the only thing I really had going for me.

But now, I see that being able to express your emotions has an evolutionary purpose. Because of it, we're able to move on, forgive each other.

Sorry, I went on rambling. What was I talking about? Oh right: insult, hurt, regret, emotions.

I couldn't even look up at Arcee.

"I-I didn't m-mean to do any o-of that," I almost whispered, my voice breaking.

Arcee's stoic glare quickly softened into a sympathetic gaze, "Silver...I wasn't thinking. It's just, our parents are gone. We're all each other have."

That sentence triggered a memory. The memory.

Look after her, Arcee. You're all each other have now.

My mother's last words before she said goodbye.

No. It was just a dream. Arcee would never lie to me, especially where are parents were concerned.

"Silver?" She said softly, placing a servo on my shoulder, "Please, say something."

I looked up at my sister, shrugging half-sparkedly, "I'm sorry, 'Cee."

A glimpse of understanding flashed across her optics before she embraced me in a second hug.

"You don't have to apologise, sis," She smiled, letting go of me.

I returned the smile but mainly out of relief that she wasn't all that mad. Arcee didn't usually get angry with me, but when she did I knew it was serious.

"Where's Jack anyway?" I asked, "Ratchet said you went to go pick him up from school."

Arcee suddenly looked guilty, "We were halfway to the school when I got the transmission so I...told Bulkhead to get him."

"Wait. You ditched your partner for me?" I said in disbelief. She nodded as a smirk came across my face, "Wow. It used to be the other way around."

She just rolled her optics at me in reply, "It wasn't all the time, just when missions were too dangerous for you to be on."

"And when I waited for hours in HQ while you and Tailgate were doing target practice."

Arcee laughed lightly, "Ok: A, I did kinda forget about you then; and B, you could've joined us if you wanted to."

"Yeah and after that I'd take down half the Decepticon Armada," I joked, a sarcastic tone in my voice.

"If you two are done?" An irritated voice came from the hallway adjacent to the main room.

Ratchet, I rolled my eyes at the doctor.

Arcee was a little more blunt, "Ruined the sister-to-sister moment, Ratchet."

"How long have you been stood there anyway?" I asked him.

"Since 'where's Jack anyway'," He walked over to the computer before turning to Arcee, "And, for the record, Silver Sun did used to complian often abot how you would go away on missions without so much as a goodbye."

I felt my face go red, "W-Well, I was a youngling."

"A youngling who was a nervous wreck every time her sister left," Ratchet added, typing in something on the keyboard.

He was really making it difficult to turn this conversation around. Luckily, I don't think Arcee was listening so much.

"Hey, Silver," My sister said, "C'mon. I have to show you something."

Without waiting for my reply, she began heading to the rooftop (or the mountaintop if you want to be technical about how it's the roof).

Since I was kind of used to the ache in my abdomen by then, I followed her. Ratchet didn't object; I think he knew what she needed to show me.

The sun was shining like a glowing ball of sandy-yellow in the sky and it was a bit bright after being in total darkness for two days. The skies were clear. I hadn't seen blue skies like that since Cybertron.

"Sil," Arcee called, bringing me out of my thoughts.

I glanced at my sister, then at what she was standing next to: A pile of stones, built up like a small hill, no taller than my waist. The way Arcee looked at the stones...it was like she was hurt by it.

"What is it, 'Cee?" I asked her.

She looked up at me. I didn't need my powers to know how she was feeling. Just from her optics I sensed regret, bitterness...grieving.

"This is Cliffjumper's gravesite," She said. For the first time, I heard sadness in her tone.

"Wait...Cliffjumper?" I stared at the grave, in disbelief that the one who had saved my sister's life was gone, "I-I didn't even know he was on Earth."

Arcee nodded, "Yeah. He was my partner. He was offlined a few months back." She paused, looking at the stones, "I didn't get there in time to save him. This is what happened."

"Arcee...don't blame yourself," I told her.

"I know," She shrugged, "I'm just saying that...Tailgate, Cliffjumper...I couldn't stop that from happening. I made a promise and I'll go to Pit and back before I let that happen to you."

"Don't worry about me, 'Cee," I half-smiled.

"That's the problem: I'm your big sister. You may be a grown femme, but no matter how old you are, I'm always going to worry about you. And that starts with you not going on missions."

"Ok."

"I know that you want to be a hero and make a change but putting yourself in danger is not-" She stopped, realising what I had said, "Wait - What?"

I shrugged, "Unless anyone else gets possessed by an evil Decepticon warlord and no one is back at base to stop them, I don't see any other reason why I'd need to go on a one-way trip to a battle-zone."

"So...do we have a deal?" My sister asked.

I nodded, "Sure. I guess you could call it that."

She slowly nodded like she didn't actually believe that we, two sisters, had just agreed on something.

"You know, it's actually nice not arguing," I said, pointing out the obvious.

"Yeah," Arcee agreed, "We should do it more often."

I smiled, looking out to the clear blue sky. Earth was no Cybertron, but it was beautiful.

Author's Note :Hey, Everyone!Thanks to those who have read his far and not given up on this story. I promise the next chapter will be more interesting.So, we got to look a bit more into Silver Sun and Arcee's background but what was that whole dream about? Arcee wouldn't tell a lie to her own sister...right?Guess you'll have to keep reading to find out.Hint for next chapter: Zombie-Cons and invisible characters.- GreyroseLegacy