A/N: Hello, humans! So sorry for not posting yesterday-the husband and I went down to visit family again and so I never got around to it. But I am doing it now! So, this Chapter is some bonding time with mom, as well as something I thought of doing somewhat last minute. So...yeah...enjoy!

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.

"Blah" = Hungarian (see end of Chapter for translation)

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Dawnstrike hums to herself as her servos dig into the soft metal ground, shifting it around the base of the crystals in the corner of the yard. To think, it didn't even take that long for the Praxian Crystals to take root, soon reaching to almost Barricade's chin in the short time they've been back on Cybertron.

She smiles, lifting her servo and watching the lights reflect through the crystals and onto her armor in a myriad of colors. Only one little sliver of crystal from the Crystal Gardens turned into the many crystals planted in the corners of their small plot of land.

The creak of a door and pedsteps interrupts her thoughts, and she pauses, sitting up and turning.

"Well good morning, Sleepy-head."

Delta returns a quiet greeting, moving over and sitting down with a grunt.

"What are you doing?"

Dawn smiles. "Well, I'm basically pruning the crystals, shifting the dirt so there's more nutrients for them, things like that."

"I remember you doing that."

She looks at him, resting her servos on her knees. Barricade had pulled her aside the night before and told her about his conversation with their older son. So, she simply waits, patient. She wasn't going to push him.

He leans back, pressing against the crystals. He lifts his servo, cupping the multi-colored lights in his palm.

"When I was younger—I remember you having a small garden where we lived in Praxus, and when we did that family trip to the Crystal Gardens. We took so long walking through the park because I wanted to look at every nook and cranny. When we had breaks at the Academy, Lance and I would spend hours in the Gardens, just talking about life, getting to know one another, stuff like that."

Dawn nods, "I remember. The two of you were like brothers—you would fight anyone who said differently, saying that just because you didn't have the same frame-type, didn't mean you couldn't be brothers."

Delta hums.

"Have…have you been able to get in contact with him? You know…since coming back to Cybertron?"

Dawnstrike smiles.

"We have. We haven't told SkyLancer that you were alive, and have been staying with us the past couple of weeks. But he'll be relieved to know you are okay after everything." Her doorwings lower slightly. "Are you going to go see him? He would love to see you."

Delta's helm hits the crystal with a quiet thump.

"I…I don't know. It would be great to see him, but…I don't think I'm ready."

"You're going to have to see him eventually."

Delta sighs, "I know. I just guess I'm afraid of how he's gonna react—if he's even gonna remember me."

A servo on his shoulder makes him lift his helm. He meets his mother's optics, kindness and understanding shining in the blue orbs.

Dawnstrike smiles.

"He will."


Delta stares up at the building in front of him, feeling a strange sense of Déjà vu. He would be lying if he said he wasn't more terrified of seeing Lance than he was of reuniting with his parents. He knew that after reuniting the AllSpark with the Core, all the memories Primus erased were returned, and his friends and family now remembered him.

But still, it's been so long…

Taking a deep vent, he walks up to the door of the large house, pausing before knocking on the door. He can hear the sound echo throughout the inside of the house, pedsteps soon greeting his audios as someone comes to the door. It swings open, bright blue optics meeting his.

"Lance-"

Suddenly, a fist is slamming into his jaw, pain erupting from the old scars on his face.

"SkyLancer!"

Delta sits up, rubbing his jaw with a wince. He barely glances at the lithe Femme next to him, trying to inspect the dent in his faceplate.

"Okay, I…I probably deserved that."

"Frag yes, you did."

He manages to get to his peds, meeting the bright blue optics once more. No longer is SkyLancer a thin, skittish Mech, but a large—almost hulking—figure, his massive wings fanned out behind him, armor shining in silver, black, and maroon as his blue optics spark with unknown emotions.

Delta smirks.

"You still hit like a Femme though—you'd think you would've grown out of that by now."

Silence, and then, a face-splitting grin appears on SkyLancer's face. He moves forward, enveloping Delta in a bone-crushing bear hug.

"It was enough to lay you on the ground, fiú testvér."

Chuckling, Delta returns the hug. He doesn't have to say anything else, all the years they were apart no longer mattering in that one moment.

Finally, they break apart, SkyLancer clapping his servos on Delta's shoulders.

"C'mon, Mech. Time for us to catch up on all the years, and for you to meet the Clan."

When the two of them are greeted by a trio of rambunctious sparklings all chattering excitedly, Delta knew he could finally relax, and consider himself finally with his family.

His whole family.


Google Translate:

fiú testvér: "Brother"