I'm going to be honest with you guys, I have up to 76 chapters written for this story. But I don't know what I'm doing with it anymore. There are four more-ish chapters planned for the finish but I don't know if I can do it. Thankfully, school has finished. I love this trio but unfortunately lost the motivation and passion to write for it. I'll try my best to post the rest of what I have written. By then, hopefully I'll have this story finished. Thank you all for being there and being patient as well.
Sore muscles refused to move. Everything ached down to the bone, leaving every molecule to throb in pain. A groan rumbled deep in my chest. My eyes peeled open with great effort, taking in a secluded area of the Med. Bay. Huh? How? Wha…? The headache that had already formed made it hard to remember how I got here. It was quiet in here, little to no noise inside the hangar. Where was Ratchet? And the twins? And Ironhide and Jazz? Crap! What about Sarah and Anna?! Are they okay?!
Wires and tubes were hooked up to me which monitored my vitals. Thankfully there wasn't that obnoxious beeping sound always in the movies. I glanced around the closed off area, nothing too out of place. Until I got a look at my arms.
The burns were healed. Completely. The only sign of horrible damage were the fresh scars, pink and easily seen. Oh no… how long was I out for? My brain circled around for an answer both internally and externally but nothing could be seen.
My breath quickened, fear and frustration crawling up in the back of my throat. How long was I out for? A massive part of me hated being in a coma-like state for so long. It made me vulnerable and open for attack; and I couldn't protect those I care about. They were left defenseless to danger.
Close by, the bond told me where the twins were, in a general direction and distance. They were near, only a hangar or two away. Why weren't they here? Ratchet wouldn't deny them to stay at my side, at least one of them, right?
Come on, I was over thinking this. There's nothing to worry about. Nothing… Or maybe there was? The question, 'why weren't they here with me', swirled in my brain?
After a short time of lying there, the memories filtered into their rightful place, filling up the void. The Cons… right, they attacked and I took Anna and Sarah away… It failed though. The stupid Cybertronians getting in my way while our protectors were too far away.
Wait, no. That's not right. They got there. At the end. Yeah! I remember seeing a Con fall then… nothing. That's where I must have blacked out. Half of me blamed myself for doing that. I was supposed to be their protectors, with or without Ironhide and Jazz; and I had failed. No, wait, I couldn't have. Sarah and Anna had to be okay. Even in a weakened state, I would never let them be taken by those over-grown toasters.
After an unknown short amount of time, my body started to shut down again. Too much energy wasted just to stay awake. I shakily raised an arm to my face in an attempt to rub away the exhaustion but it was too late. Everything went limp.
Voices filtered through what felt like cotton in my ears. None of the words understandable, too far away by the sounds of it. I groaned instead and tried to move a muscle, but they all felt heavy though not impossible to move.
The noises stopped for only a moment before the familiar touch of one of the twins gently laid a hand on my arm. Sunstreaker, it was Sunstreaker. A mech who relied on actions than words to express his feelings. My arm trembled as I turned it around to brush my finger tips against anything in reach. He and his twin called out to me, their words jumbled.
It took great effort to peel open my eyes for the second time that day. Was it the same day? Who cares? The twins were here and that's all that matters.
Both brothers stared down at me. Their blue eyes glowing softly in the light of what seemed to be midday. Worry in the orbs as they crowded the cot I still was on from earlier. Behind them, only a few feet, stood Ratchet, the same expression on his face but at a less degree.
"-had us worried to our sparks! Primus, Azar, you're going to make us crash one of these days worrying," Sides's voice slowly became clear. I scoffed with a roll of my eyes. "Azar, I'm serious, you make us worry."
"I-" my throat was dry from the lack of water for how many days. Thankfully, Ratchet produced a glass of water for me. I thanked him and took it before continuing. "I-I'm fine. There's nothing to worry about. A little sleep and food and I'll be back in tip top shape."
Now it was their turn to roll their eyes, including Ratchet. "I think the two weeks of sleep you got wasn't enough." I'm sorry what?! My mouth dropped to the floor. "Oh yeah. You pushed yourself way too far and I… I somehow didn't see it. Your frame was barely functional when you got here. You have been pushing yourself too far lately and that's been piling up. If it wasn't that, I would guess you would have dropped nearly dead two days when you were suppose to leave," Ratchet explained and scrolled through the tablet in his hand.
Sunstreaker's eyes narrowed on my frame as if he was silently punishing me like a child. His brother in red though gave me puppy dog eyes, concerned to his spark about my well being. "Two weeks of sleep. Then I'm definitely fine." That was the wrong thing to say. Both yellow colored mechs glared at me with no heat behind the action.
Since the twin had his hand on me, the limb grasped tighter. "Why do you just push it off?! For frag sake, you nearly just died from over exertion and that's all you have to say," Sunstreaker spat, his grip tightening even more to the point it hurt. I hissed, upper lips drawn up to show off my long canines, and pulled at the limb, weakly.
"Yeah, I do because I know my limits. I know when I'm going to drop but we were in the heat of battle. You seriously think I can say to the Decepticons 'hey, wait, let me take a five minute nap before you try to kill us'. No, no I can't. Because that's now how that works and you know that," I returned fire with the same amount of heat he used.
His grasp held me even tighter to the point I yelped in pain. Then he realized what he was doing and released my arm. I cradled the limb to my chest and glared up at the mech. Sunstreaker looked embarrassed and frustrated before storming off. Ratchet tried to stop him but got shoved away as the mech skated out of the hangar.
A piece of me twisted painfully with guilt, even though the major part of me knew it wasn't my fault. It just felt that way.
Sides sighed deeply and glanced between me and where his brother went. "Go after him, I'll be fine here," I brushed off the encounter. But the twin that stayed behind wasn't having it.
"It's better to let him blow off some steam before trying to talk with him," he countered and gently placed a hand on my leg, as if he was fearful of hurting me. "He cares though. I know he doesn't say it but he does. He just really worked up about you."
That twist tripled at his words, the guilt building. This is the exact thing why I didn't get close to people. They become attached to me and I to them. In the end, it seems to never to work out, never.
"I promise you two, she's okay though. Her vital signs are back up to normal, seeming even better after her rest," Ratchet promised the red twin. "But-" he turned to me- "you will be taking it easy. I don't give a frag. You will be taking it easy. You are free to leave and go fly if you want to but, head my words. If I find you doing something stupid, I swear to Primus…" he trailed off, unable to find words to finish his sentence.
The twin snorted at the CMO's predicament. In return, the medic suddenly wielded a wrench out of nowhere and smacked him upside the head. If I was in a better mood, I would've made a joke. Instead, I picked it was better to take the attention away from me. "Hey, Ratchet, how's Anna and Sarah? Are they okay?"
Named mech sighed and gave me a deadpanned look. "You should worry about yourself first…" Sides whispered under his breath something about him saying the same thing. "But to answer your question. Yes, both are okay. Sarah has a sprained ankle. Both do have a few scrapes and bruises, nothing new about facing Cons though. They actually on base if you want to go see them."
I perked up at that, wings twitching at the thought go visiting them. Sides removed his hand from my leg and held it out to me. "Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go and stretch your wings on the way there."
"Aye, wait. I have to take everything off first," Ratchet stopped Sides and moved to the other side of the cot, the side Sunstreaker opened up. I sighed at the thought. The bond ached slightly from the conflict between us, bringing my mood down even more.
Sides bounced on his wheels as he waited for Ratchet to peel off the wires and needles attached me. It got to the point that Sides was temporally banned to the outside. "Fragging sparkling…" he trailed off for a few moments before picking back up again. "I'm very glad you're awake. We all are. You had all of us worried, we were about to call Zayden to ask for help." My heart dropped at the mention of him.
"Thank you, I mean it. I'm very glad you didn't call him though," I sighed and carefully sat up with the help of Ratchet.
Said mech gave me a questioning look for only a quick moment before nodding, understanding where I came from. "I can see where you're coming from. He cares though and he worries, especially when you aren't around him." My eyes narrowed at his words. The two must have talked then.
We made our way out of the hangar, with me taking my sweet time getting used to walking again. My poor legs were sore and ached from the lack of movement. In general, everything ached down to the bone. It was going to take some time to stretch out the muscles.
Sides stood right at the door, less than a foot away from it. Ratchet gave the mech a deadpanned look that got him moving immediately out of the way. To which I don't blame him, the CMO is scary when he's angry; and I've have had to deal with him when he's in that mood. The twins probably dealt with it a lot more than me though.
"Let's go! Come on. Bee and Smoke are with them right now and I want to scare them," Sides pressured and motioned for me to get going. I raised an unamused brow at him.
"Sideswipe, give her a second to steady herself. She just woke up from a two week statis," Ratchet scolded the young mech. Who in return realized what he said and calmed down, an apologetic look washing over his face. An apology spilling from his lips.
A smile graced my own. "It's alright. I'm excited as well." Ratchet did one last scan before giving me the go ahead and warning me one last time. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Leisure flying and nothing extreme, I understand. Now, can we go?"
He scoffed, more in playful way though, and tried to hide the smallest of twitches from his lips. "Yes, yes, go and have fun. But I want you here before the sun sets! You need to eat and have a few extra checks before I deem you battle ready."
I dipped my head before unsteadily taking off in a sprint and opened up my wings. Two, only two of them. Thankfully. Dealing with four is hard and can be uncoordinated. The two limbs gave me resistance on the way up and left a dull throb within the muscles. But that didn't stop me. They needed to be used to get over this slight bump in the road.
The red twin skated after me. I dove down to glide above him, less than an arm length away. The somewhat calm moment was ruined by the conflict over the bond increasing. It forced me to pull away from Sides, feeling a need to put space between us.
Confused washed over the twin as he reached out to me both physically and over the bond. With the distance physically between us, he couldn't brush his fingers against me. His touch felt strange over our bond, though; he's only done it once before, same with Sunstreaker. He realized what I felt and hovered nearby, letting me know he was there for me.
Fighting with these two felt horrible. The guilt eating away at me. It was completely different to when Zayden and I bicker and bite at each other. The bond ached at the conflict that Sunstreaker and I caused.
Our little bicker had turned heated quickly. If it was anyone else, not including Sides, I would've been able to brush it off but this… him. It was, of course, different. This relationship was different. They were different. I was different. This had to be a first in history; both human and theirs.
His emotions must have been building up and spilt over then. No way did I blame him though. Like Ratchet said, he was worried. I couldn't blame him.
When my thoughts dispersed, it took me a moment to realize I hovering in the middle of the base; a good hundred or so feet off of the ground. Sides stood far below, brows furrowed with returning concern. Over the bond, I could feel just trickles of it.
With a shake of my head to clear any lingering thoughts, I dove down to his leave and landed. He came up to me and gently tipped my chin up to look up at him in the eyes. "He's okay, I promise. We'll go talk to him afterwards," Sides reassured then brushed the tip of thumb down my cheek. A sweet and caring gesture for the moment.
"I know, I feel bad though. I know he's worried about me, you too. But I can handle a lot, I want you two to realize that." The mech sighed then kneeled down and gently pressing his forehead against mine. I subconsciously leaned into it with my eyes closed.
"We'll talk about this later. But know, we understand, we also worry as well." With that, he pulls away. A high pitch whined escaped by accident as I leaned forward to chase after him. Sides laughed and stroked the area between my horns before standing up. I opened my eyes with pout and allowed smoke to curl from my nostrils.
He booped my noses and motioned with his head to follow him. I took to the air once more and ignored the horrible feeling over bond the best I could. Sunstreaker was blocking me out, actually both of us out as he tried to harness his pent up anger… I know where he can release it… I'm going to shut up now. That would be for the best.
We came up to the Rec. room, more like hangar. The red twin motioned for me to stop; I did so and landed at his feet. "Okay, I want you to sneak in there with your invisibly-"
"-Camouflage," I corrected and used the same level and quietness in his voice.
"Camouflage and make some hisses and scary growls. Both Bee and Smoke watched a scary movie yesterday night and they are still on edge because of it," Sides explained with a cheeky smirk on his face. I raised an eyebrow at him in question.
"I don't know how well that's going to work with it being daytime. I can camo but I can't bend light."
"At least try? For me please," he begged with the infamous puppy dog look. I caved nearly immediately and agreed to do it. A bright happy smile made its way to his face. "Thank you, thank you, thank you. I promise I'll make it up to you." Now it was my turn to smirk, an evil one plastered on my face. Oh, Sideswipe, I'm going to keep that in mind.
Sides was put off by the smirk and tried to bring light to it but I camouflaged before he could. My shadow could be seen on the concrete pad outside of the hangar. It was little, somewhat noticeable due to the little light during the late January, early February day.
The hangar door was open enough to allow a human to slip through, which I did. I plastered myself against the wall to tried and hide my shadow.
Off in the middle of the hangar, Bumblebee and Smokescreen sat on the large couch. Anna was cuddled up with blankets in the yellow mech's lap, her head the only thing poking out. Her mother had taken roost on the Cybertronian sized coffee table in a bean bag. My smirk only widening.
I snuck over to the couch, avoiding any quick movements. Everyone in the hangar was oblivious to the draconian sneaking up to them. After two weeks of being in a coma, here I was, about to play a prank on these four right off of the bat. Sides has corrupted me!
A normal looking show played on the T.V, seeming for the younger audience; Anna was here after all. No one caught sight of me as I hid myself in the corner.
Through our bond, Sides moved his position to be slight to my right, right behind the couch. It clicked in my mind what his plan was. He sent me in to rile up the group before he performs his part of the plan.
The long talons on my feet tapped against the ground like the raptors in that dinosaur movie. Neither human heard it but both bots did. Their frames froze, tense as they slowly looked at each other. I scraped the claws against the floor once to see their reaction.
It took all of my self-control not to laugh their eyes widen. Smokescreen whipped his head back and forth, looking for anything. Yet, no one said a thing.
Then, I hissed, lowly and dangerously and ended with a quiet snarl. The humans still oblivious to the noise, either too engrossed in the show or they couldn't hear me. Nonetheless, it was funny watching the two Autobots scramble discretely for the noise. I made clicking sounds with my tongue, the same noise a Predator could make.
That surely freaked them out. Smokescreen was on his feet and whirled around the corner of the couch to face me. Expect, he couldn't see me. The corner gave me some shade and darkness to use to my advantage. His eyes were wide and filled with terror as he searched but he came up empty handed.
His movement easily caught both of the humans' attention. "Smoke? What's wrong? Are you still freaked out about the movie from last night?" Sarah questioned and twisted her torso to face the fearful bot.
At first, Smokescreen tried to play it off but it was my time to shine once more. This time, I growled, the sound rumbling deep in my chest. The young mech yelped and scrambled backwards after falling on his butt. He pointed with a shaky finger towards my general direction. "Th-there's something, something there!" he screamed and crawled backwards until his back met the wall.
Poor Sarah sighed and gave him a look. "I promise you there isn't. It's just your imagination playing tricks on you. You watched a scary movie and it's just not helping your imagination," Sarah explained to sooth the bot like he was five years old. In this sense, he was acting like on.
Bumblebee got up as well, whirling and chirping while holding the kid close to his chest. "Bee, please. There's nothing there. I don't hear anything." Oh Sarah how I was going to make you eat your words.
For the first time in awhile, I bellowed like an alligator. The action my throat scratchy and hurt. It's been a while since I've done that, especially that loud.
Everyone froze in their spot. Now Sarah was worried but tried to hide it. "There's no alligators in Washington, right?" she question, voice quiet. I made the same noise again, quieter this time and ended in a hiss. "I take that back. There are alligators!"
"Impossible! It's a Xenomorph! I know that sound from those movies," Smokescreen screeched and got to his feet. So that's the movie they watched… Only watched it once. To say in the least, it was interesting and well done for an older movie.
The other mech started to chirp and click even quicker. "I don't know, Bee! There's been no records so how am I suppose to know!" I nearly snorted and used that moment to snarl.
There was a tap on the hangar wall which caused everyone to freeze once more. "What was that?! They're here! Run for your lives. Don't let the face huggers touch you," Smokescreen screamed and ran blind towards the door. There was a slight problem with that. The doors have hydraulics and take an extra couple of seconds to open.
Smokescreen shouldered into the half open door, bending it and knocking it completely off of its tracks. The poor door came slamming down on Smokescreen since he fell backwards; seeming now knocked out and down for the count. It was at this time Sides decided to bang his fists loudly against the outside hangar wall. This scared the remaining occupants out of their breeches.
Sarah somewhat climbed down the coffee table and dashed towards the exit, only to realize a problem: Smokescreen blocked the exit. That didn't stop Bumblebee from leaning down and scooping up the older human. Said bot leaped over his fallen partner and continued his path away from the place.
I couldn't hold it in any longer and collapsed to my knees, crying and cackling. Tears from laughing too hard were streaming down my face. My focus lost and allowed me to be revealed to the world once more. Their reactions hilarious to me.
Sides came around, his red body appearing in the now broken door frame and staring down at the K.O-ed Autobot. He, too, was laughing hysterically, barely able to stay on his own to wheeled feet. "Okay, that was good! I suggest we, we run for it, it before Prowl figures out it was us," Sides prompted and motioned for me to rush out.
My eyes widened at the realization of possibly pissing off Prowl. That wasn't good or something I wanted to deal with on my first day back with the land of the living. I immediately listened by taking off and flying swiftly after the skating bot. Him leading me towards their berthroom. Where Sunstreaker could be felt. Was it too early to deal with him? Was he still mad at me? Sides didn't want us to talk so now better than later… I guess.
We came upon the hangar, I more nervous and tense about entering than him. Sides pushed open the door and left it open for me. With timid movements, I followed at him and landed next to him. My tail pulling out of the way just before he slammed the door shut. "Okay, now we hide out here and act like nothing happened," Sides brushed off the encounter and looked around the room. His eyes landing on Sunstreaker who sat at his desk, ignoring us. A light bulb appeared over Sides's head with a smirk gracing his face.
"Now is the perfect time, Azar!" It took me a few long seconds to realize what he was talking abou. Oh no, not the discussion. I grumbled under my breath it wasn't needed, feeling the instinct to mentally curl up and throw up my walls for protection. "Yuh, huh, we need to talk… all of us." At his words, Sunstreaker paused but didn't turn around.
The internal conflict raged on inside of me with being this close to Sunstreaker. My expression hardened, eyes finding the floor a lot more interesting. "Azar, Sunny, please. We need to talk. My spark is aching from you two and I know it's hurting you, Sunny." Sides's words made me realize the dull ache in my chest wasn't from overexertion but from the bond.
Sunstreaker scoffed and stood up from his chair. The legs scraping painfully against the concrete floor. His movements showed his discomfort and frustration. "I don't think she wants to. Since she thinks she so high and might and nothing can kill her," he spat out, his eyes only flickered to me from Sides for only a second. But the raw emotion swirling inside of them pierced my heart.
Heated anger flared to life within the snap of fingers. Did he seriously just say that?!
Sides's brows furrowed as he turned to fully face Sunstreaker, his back now to me. "Hey, you know that's not true," the red mech defended me.
It was my turn to enter the ring. "Ohoh, I know that I can die but I also know what I can survive from. I've have limbs ripped off, organs torn out and was expect to fight. For your knowledge, I did! I continued on with blood pouring from my wounds and missing limbs! I know my limits and know when I can push past them," I returned fire with a heated glare sent towards the offending mech.
"You do realize you're human. You're fragile, and for that, you're careless about that fact." Smoke now curled from my nostrils due to his words. I stomped up to him, power in each step but Sides stepped in my way, holding me back.
"I'm not human. No longer human. Fully at least. Yeah, I'm partially fragile but did you not hear that fact I can survive with missing limbs or organs. And guess what, I can grow them back too! You act like I'm going to drop dead due to my 'human-ness'!" It was Sunstreaker's turn to skate forward aggressively only for Sides to place a hand on his shoulder to stop him.
The red twin tried to get a word in but his brother interrupted him. Rude. "Because for the love of Primus, you nearly did! Did you not hear what Ratchet said?! Sometimes I think you're deaf, for fragging sake. You always disrespect our concern and worry about your wellbeing and run off head first into danger!" His insult didn't strike deep but I still felt it. It added fuel to the fire.
"Okay and? So what if I nearly died! I didn't, clearly but I'm right here. How in the world do I disrespect your 'concern and worry'? You knew what you were getting into when you first met me. You saw the dangerous creature that easily wiped out a small team of trained humans and Decepticons. You should know by now that I do that. I protected everyone at the last battle without a care to me because my main goal was to protect you and everyone else."
His upper lip curled up words in a snarl as he pointed an accusing finger at me. "Right there! Right there is where you disrespect us! You need to think about yourself first before others before it gets you killed."
I growled at him, the colors of my scales shifting to red, orange, and black. "If I did, everyone that I cared and love would be dead. Including Zayden and you two. You seriously don't understand, do you? You should for being such an advance alien race compared to the human race." It wasn't my intent to insult him but it accidently came out.
This egged him on and he pushed forward, shoving Sides away. Sunstreaker appeared in front of me. His hand wrapped around my jaw, leaving me no room besides to stare him straight in the eyes. An authoritative action. "We can take care of ourselves. You on the other hand, can't. You are always getting hurt." Sides came up behind him to pull him away but a blade in his face stop him. "Don't."
"If you haven't realized, I'm made of flesh which is less durable. So yes, I'm going to get hurt more often than not. But guess what, I always heal, I always get up." The grip on my jaw made it slightly hard to talk and it only got worse as he tightened it.
"What happens if you don't? Because of a stupid mistake you made. What happens if you don't get back up?" His words quieted me. He didn't like this and pulled me closer, out faces now mere inches away from each other. "Huh? You haven't thought about that, have you? About the people that love and care for you to their sparks. How it would destroy us if you didn't survive. How it would destroy Ratchet if you didn't. How it would destroy Zayden." Him mentioning Zayden nearly broke me.
He scoffed, his voice now rougher from our argument. "See? You didn't." My mind raked for anything to stand on, only coming up with weak counters instead. It took a lot of effort to try and pull away from Sunstreaker but he wasn't having it.
The position of his hand changed to grasp the back of my head. His thumb pressing nearly dangerously against the junction of where my throat meets my chin. "I suggest greatly you think about that the next time you go out into battle. Look around you and count the people that care for you. And remind yourself you need to survive to be able to see them again." As much as it hurt my pride, he was right. It was a screwed up selfish way of thinking in a sense. Mixed up between being selfish and selfless, not one being picked over the other.
Sunstreaker didn't release me though, even if the conversation had ended; him as the winner. He took a knee, his tired eyes boring into mine. With a tired mind, my emotions were able to run wild and free, making me do to stupid things.
I latched onto the plating of his shoulder and heaved him towards me; my muscles aching at the reminder to take it easy. Our lips pressed against each other in a rough kiss. He seemed surprised at first but melted into it. The grasp on my neck stayed as his other hand rested on the small of my back. He only pulled away for a moment to speak, "with that attitude, I would think you're into angry interfacing." My face flushed with crimson but the thought of me releasing my pent up energy on the either of them or vice versa had me riled up. So naughty and dirty.
"I have to agree," Sides spoke up from behind the kneeing twin. "But that leaves a question: are you?" For the love everything unholy, we were just fighting about my well being and now they wanted to ask about angry sex… and I was into it, weirdly enough.
No amount of strength could help me pull away from Sunstreaker as he forced me to look at the both of them. I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Ye-yeah, maybe, I think so."
A purr-like noise came from Sunstreaker, his grasp tightening just hair, testing. Sides smirked evilly behind him but it washed away. "We'll have to wait though, there's not enough time for us to do what we want to you before Ratchet needs you," Sides put off the offer for next time. Huh?
By the looks outside, it was a little after midday or so. My cheeks burned when it came to me they wanted to do that for hours. Well fuck me sideways. "We can do that," Sides teased and skated to sit on his haunches next to Sunstreaker. Did I say that out loud?!
"But back to the serious manner at servo," Sunstreaker brought the attention back to the situation. "We are serious, Azar. We care and love you deeply. We would be forever broken and devastated if you offlined, even if it was to save us or someone else." I solemnly nodded my head, understanding.
"Okay, I'll be more cautious… I promise." I cringed partially at the use of a promise but knew they understood how important this was to me.
They smiled. Sunstreaker kissed me one more time before releasing me. Sides stole a quick peck and happily skated away to sprawl on the extra wide bed. His twin gave me one more look then returned to his desk. I decided to join the red twin and snuggled up to him while he read on a tablet.