There is a lemon at the end of this chapter! I'm sure by now you realize that this story is being rewritten from chapter 32 and up! I also plan on going back and editing everything up until that point! Have patience and an open mind for the changes I'm doing. It's not Movie-verse anymore really! It's going almost completely AU, and it's a story that previously has not been seen in any TF cartoons or movies! That being said I do think that a lot of people will enjoy it if they give it a chance! I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS!
(Clare's POV)
Well now what the frag were we supposed to do? Apparently this guy was in stasis lock, like the kind that most never wake up from, and we had come all the way here... with no way to wake him up.
What could we do? We had to get his help otherwise the cons were going to kick our afts. Well considering that this guy was a con it was highly plausible that he might try and kill us too! So obviously we still had to find a way to wake him up anyways, I just hoped that the twins, both sets, and Bee were enough to subdue him.
But first things first, how to wake him up?
"Well what would wake him up Wheelie?" I asked him quietly.
"Well Allspark energy would do the trick! It was the reason that I was sent after your friend here! But she didn't have the shard like she was supposed to!"
Allspark power? Well maybe there was something that I could do if that was the case. It was a long shot because I had never used my healing to bring a bot out of stasis, but at this point what choice did we have?
The twins and I shared a look. "It's worth a shot right?"
I walked forward, coming to a stop in front of the seeker where I looked down at my arm nervously. Hopefully he didn't just shoot me as soon as he woke up cause that would just make my day...
"What are you doing missy?"
I reached out, my marks started to glow brightly as I touched him. "Waking him up."
Energy suddenly shot from me into him like when I healed bots, arcing into the air in a bright blue sphere that gradually spread out around his entire form until it had completely encompassed him. While I was working on him, Mikeala and Sam slipped underneath whoever it was, for some freaking reason. Don't ask me why, but seconds later I heard her start yelling. "It's a Decepticon!" Well no shit! I thought we were all on the same page about that!
"A Decepticon?" Simmons gasped.
Yes. We already knew that. Well at least I thought everyone knew that, but apparently not, because Sam ran by me with Mikeala, and the twins suddenly yanked me away as the big guy's form started shuddering violently for some reason, metal creaking and groaning as the plating that made up his alt mode started shifting as he broke apart in TCOG sequence, quickly transitioning from a jet form to bi pedal form. All I could think as the twins tugged me under another jet, was that he was freaking huge!
"What sort of hideous mausoleum is this?" The Con roared, his gears sputtering and creaking with every move he made, red optics shooting around the room. "Answer me pawns and knaves! Show yourselves or face my infinite wrath!"
Really scary when his body was groaning... and he was walking using a makeshift cane. We all shared a look, like we were asking each other if this guy was serious or not, before we all crawled out from under the jet one by one. The move caught his attention, drawing it towards us, and then he turned and approached us with a snarl curling at his lips.
"You little spinal-cord-based organisms!" He accidentally knocked down a rocket that was hanging from the ceiling, and for some reason this set him off and he kicked it across the hangar. "Bugger it! Behold the eternal glory of Jetfire! Prepare for those remote systems to override!"
Wheelie turned towards us. "I tell ya this guy did not age well."
"No doubt." Sunny muttered.
"Do you think he's gonna hurt us?" Mikeala asked warily.
I looked over at where Jetfire was pointing at the doors of the hangar. "I command these doors to open! Fire!" He stood there waiting for something to happen. "I said fire!"
A rocket flew out of him finally, only it flew backwards instead of forwards. It flew through the hangar forcing us all to duck down as it went past right over our heads! "Cut it out!" I yelped.
"Bullets!" He cursed before he rammed the door open with his shoulder. "Damn these worthless parts!"
"Wait a second!" Sam called out as we chased after him.
We chased him into a field outside where several more aircrafts were sitting. "Itchy! Retched! Rusty my aft!" He cursed.
"Oh the museum is gonna be so pissed! So pissed!" Simmons yelled. "Hurry up! We gotta catch that plane!"
"No shit Sherlock!" I cursed as we sprinted across the field, the bots holoforms dispersing and returning to their alt modes, which came racing towards us with the combined roars of their engines. They all transformed once they were close enough, warily eyeing Jetfire as he continued his rampage... well his senile rampage because that's what it seemed like it was.
"Right! I'm on a mission!"
"Wait please! Just hold on a second!"
"What do you want?!"
"We just wanna talk!" Sam tried reasoning with him.
"I don't have time to talk! I'm on a mission! I'm a mercenary doom bringer!" He looked around confused for a moment. "What slagging planet am I on anyways?"
"Earth!" Sam answered him.
"Earth?" He said in disgust. "Terrible name for a planet! Might as well call it Dirt! Planet Dirt!" He spat on the ground in disgust.
"Wow he would get along great with Sunny." Sides muttered. He yelped when Sunny smacked him upside the helm. "OUCH!"
Jetfire ignored them. "Tell me is that robot civil war still going on? Who's winning?" He asked before we even had a chance to answer him.
"The Decepticons!" Sam answered him.
"Awww slag!" He cursed as he spat again. "Well I changed sides to the Autobots!"
"Changed sides? What do you mean you changed sides?" I asked as the twins gave each other a wary look, obviously not trusting this bot, but then again they had fought in this war for a long aft time so trusting was hard. Especially when a bot said that he changed to their side when he was supposed to be a Decepticon.
"It's a choice, an intensely personal decision." Jetfire explained gruffly. "So much negativity! Who wants to live a life filled with hate?"
Wheelie suddenly piped in. "Ya mean I don't gotta work for those miserable Decepticons?"
"If Decepticons had their way they'd destroy the whole Universe." Jetfire explained.
Wheelie rushed over to where Mikeala was standing near me. "I'm changing sides! I'm changing sides to Warrior Goddess!" Then he started humping her leg. "Who's your little Autobot?" He grunted.
"Aww you're cute!" Mikeala smiled at him.
Wheelie looked up at me before switching to humping my leg. "I wanna be your little bot too! Name's Wheelie! Say my name! Say my name!" He panted.
Eww I could feel his little spike poking me in the leg! Gross!
"What are you two letting him do to your feet?" Sam muttered in disgust.
Mikeala smiled at him sweetly. "At least he's faithful Sam!"
"Well he's faithful, nude, and perverted. Can you just stop that?" He said, completely grossed out as Wheelie continued to hump my leg, before he switched back to Mikeala again, then like he just couldn't decide which he liked better he switched back to me again.
At least until Sunny came over and flicked him away from me. "Back off scraplet!"
Sam turned back to Jetfire once Wheelie was taken care of. "Now what were you saying?"
"I told you my name is Jetfire!" Jetfire roared as he slammed his fist into the ground. "STOP JUDGING ME!"
"Somebot shit the bed this morning." Wheelie muttered.
"I have issues of my own!" He told us indignantly. "It all started with my carrier!" He rambled on, and absolutely none of it was making any fragging sense! "My ancestors have been here for centuries!" He told us proudly. "My creator was a wheel! The first wheel! Do you know what he turned into? Nothing! But he did so with dignity! With honor dammit!"
A strange rumbling sound suddenly went through the air around us... before Jetfire farted, which caused a parachute to fly out of his aft and knock him flat onto his back. It took him a moment to sit up and look around in bewilderment for a moment.
"My boosters are fried." Jetfire mumbled as he scratched at his helm.
"I think that we can help each other. You know things that I don't know, I know things that you don't know. I do!" Sam reasoned.
Leo looked at Jetfire doubtfully. "I don't think that he knows anything honestly. I don't."
"If he can read the symbols he knows more than us." I pointed out.
"Right!" Sam agreed. "Simmons you got something that I can carve into the dirt with?"
Simmons pulled out a large combat knife from his pocket. "Who do you think you're talking to kid?" He smirked.
"Thanks!" Sam snatched it and started carving the symbols in his head onto the dirt, minus the chicken scratches. "This happens to me all day! It comes in waves!" He muttered while he worked. "It's these vivid symbols! They're symbols! But they're in my mind you see? Megatron wants what's in my mind, him and someone called the Fallen."
"The Fallen?" Jetfire asked in surprise. "I know him! He left me here to rust! The original Decepticon! He was terrible to work for! It's always apolcalypse this, chaos that, crisis... These symbols they were part of my mission for the Fallen! I remember now! It's all coming back to me!"
I heard Sunny sigh behind me. "Get on with it scrap heap." He muttered.
"My mission was to find the daggers tip... and the key!"
"Whoa slow down a second ok! The daggers tip? The key? What are you talking about?"
"There's no time to explain! Hold on tight or you'll die!" Jetfire exclaimed as this weird energy started enveloping us.
One blink of the optics and we're there in that field, then the next I'm crashing into a pile of sand with enough force to make me cry out as my chassis slammed into the sandy ground, which still hurt like a slagging glitch! As I sat there moaning in pain, I could hear the others yelling nearby, loud bangs sounding when the bots hit the ground as well. What the frag had he done to us?
I sat up groaning in pain every part of me sore from hitting the ground. My optics panned around me trying to make sense of where I was now.
"SAM!" I heard Mikeala call out. "CLARE!"
"MIKEALA! SIMMONS! CLARE!" Sam called back.
"CLARE WHERE ARE YOU?!"
I looked towards where I heard Sunny's voice coming from. "OVER HERE!"
Both he and Sides came running over another dune, both covered in sand from helm to ped. Sides quickly knelt down beside me and looked my chassis over closely. "Are you ok sweetspark? Did the fall hurt or jostle your spark casing?"
Yes, but I wasn't going to slow us down by making a big deal about it. "No I don't think so. We should catch up to the others though."
"Yeah. Come on then." Sunny swept me up onto his shoulder. "Uck look at all this organic dirt on my finish!" He scowled down at the coat of sand covering him from helm to ped.
We made our way back to the others where Leo was screaming something about being in Vegas. But at least all of us were back together though, including Bee and the dumb twins. "We're not in Vegas Leo." Mikeala told him.
"Let's just find Jetfire ok? He'll know what's going on."
"Yeah I doubt that." Leo muttered.
Sam ignored him. "Look there he is up there!" He pointed to a rocky outcropping near us.
They walked over to it while I continued hitching a ride on Sunshine's shoulder. As soon as we got within audio range, Simmons started ribbing Jetfire for what he just did while the rest of us minus the twins sat down.
"That really, really hurt! You're just lucky that I didn't get hurt! People could've been killed! And if I would've gotten hurt you would've heard from my Mother!"
"Oh shut up!" Jetfire growled. "I told you I was opening a ground bridge! It's the fastest way to travel to Egypt."
"Technically you didn't tell us anything." I muttered.
"Yeah she's right! You didn't tell us anything!" Sam agreed. "Why are we even in Egypt?!"
"Don't you get snippy with me fleshling! You were duly informed!"
"Ok can you just stop for a second? Can you focus? Can you tell us why we're in Egypt so we can all have a little bit of some semblance of peace of mind?"
"This planet was visited by the earliest of our ancestors millenium ago!" Jetfire declared. "They were on an exploratory mission to harvest energon, the lifeblood of our race! Without it we will all oxidize and rust just like my wretched self!" He sounded bitter at the end of that little tangent. "Do you have any idea what it's like to slowly fall apart and die?"
"Not fun." I guessed.
Simmons held up a hand to stop Jetfire before he could start ranting again. "Ok old man let's not get episodic ok? Beginning, middle, end! Facts! Details! Condense! Plot! Tell it!"
"At the beginning of our race there were thirteen Primes who were created by our Creator Primus, to aid him in a great battle against his adversary Unicron, who desired to eradicate all life. Legends tell that they were given a great power that aided in the battle against him, but when he was defeated Primus reclaimed the power he gave them through use of the Matrix of Leadership."
"Why did he take it back? And what does that have to do with what's happening now? I thought this whole battle was taking place over an energon source?" I asked him.
"To the rest of the cons that may very well be the reason for their recent actions, but I have long believed that tThe Fallen has his own agenda that doesn't have anything to do with the Sun Harvester."
"Sun Harvester? What's that?"
"It's a machine that our Ancestors used to harvest energon by destroying suns." He explained.
My jaw actually dropped. "Destroying suns? Why the frag would anybot wanna do that?!"
"Because energon can be harvested from the core of a sun that has been destroyed. That was why the original Thirteen came here in the first place, but when they discovered sentient life forms on the planet, they decided not to activate it and doom the human race."
"Thank Primus for that…" I muttered. "So The Fallen… what about him? You said that you think he has a different reason for wanting the Matrix of Leadership right? Why does Megatron want it then? What does it have to do with the Sun Harvester or whatever?"
"The Matrix is a key, it always has been closely linked with any and all relics Primus left behind. It is the key that will activate the Sun Harvester, and the cons need that energon to survive. The Fallen knows this, and he has planted the seeds for this mounting rebellion by using that which Megatron and his forces need to survive. He's using them for his own personal agenda, and what better way to do so? He knows that they need the energon, and they think that he needs it as well, so he manipulates them with that which they think they know. But I have always believed that there is a different reason for his actions, as one of the original Thirteen he knows many things that the rest of us do not. I believe that he seeks the Matrix to reclaim the power that Primus took back from the original Thirteen Primes."
"I still don't understand what power you're talking about… If The Fallen is Cybertronian… he does need the energon right?"
"I don't believe so."
Well didn't that just… confuse the ever loving frag out of me? "Then why? What is this power that the Matrix took back from him? That has to be the other reason that he wants it right?"
He nodded. "That's what I believe, but I don't know what the power is. I've only heard stories, and they're all obscured by the flow of time. Nobot left alive besides The Fallen has any idea what it does, not even the current Primes. From what I understand this power was never bequeathed to one of Primus' chosen again. If our Creator never wanted to give it to any of his creations again, then he must have believed that it would do more harm than good, but Megatronous never cared for what our Creator wanted. He's long since become tainted with greed, and his desire to control and destroy all is absolute."
I looked around at everyone else, all of them staring at Jetfire with expressions of fear, in the human's cases, and a mix of that and confusion in the bot's cases. Personally, I was caught somewhere between the two, and it left me feeling more numb than anything. All of this was a lot to take in… but we still had to do something…
I knew that was true, we had to do it, and it filled me with resolve, even if I was scared. Looking up at Jetfire, I met his aged red optics with my own determined ones. "That means we have to keep The Fallen from getting the Matrix. We have to find some way to defeat him right?"
"Yes, but only a Prime can defeat The Fallen."
Optimus' face flashed across the forefront of my processor making my spark ache for different reasons this time.
"Optimus Prime?" Sam asked.
Jetfire leaned down into Sam's face. "You've met a Prime? Is he here? On this planet? Is he alive?"
"No… He sacrificed himself to save Sam and I." I bowed my head dejectedly, spark clenching in its' chamber again... He was dead… because I couldn't save him…
"So he's dead." Jetfire sighed in disappointment. "Without a Prime it's impossible. No one else could stop The Fallen."
I buried my face into Sunny's cheek with a soft whine, one of his servos cupping me in an attempt to comfort me.
"Wait a second! So this same energy that's going to be used to activate the machine... Could it be used to reactivate Optimus and bring him back to life?" Sam asked.
My head popped back up.
"It was never designed for that purpose, but it is an energy that is like very few others."
"Ok so how do we get to the Matrix before the Decepticons get to me?"
"Follow your mind! Your map! The symbols! What you carved in the sand! It's your clue!" Jetfire tapped his helm. "When dawn alights the daggers tip, the three kings will reveal the doorway! Find that doorway! Go now! It was my mission, now it's your's! Go before the Decepticons find me or you!"
"Wait!" I yelled when Sunny went to walk away. "Sam's been scratching symbols down that don't look Cybertronian!" I tapped Sunny's cheek to get him to put me down, and once he did I used my finger to draw Sam's chicken scratches on the ground. "These mean, 'Essence, Revival, and Transcendence.' Do you know why he's scratching these into the ground? They don't seem to be linked to the Cybertronian race at all, but for some reason when Sam got shocked by the Allspark shard he started seeing them too. On top of that they showed up in some pictures that had ancient Cybertronian symbols in them, and similar marks were present too, only it was an entire data log."
He leaned down to inspect the marks I'd drawn into the sand… "I've seen The Fallen make symbols like that, and he sometimes spoke in an odd guttural language. I couldn't understand what he was saying as the language itself was not made up of words like the ones we're speaking now, but more like growls and hisses. When he spoke it he sounded like a cyberanimal more than anything else."
"So you don't know what it is?" I asked despondently.
"I'm afraid not… Now you have to go! Find the Matrix before The Fallen does! Don't let whatever plans he has for this universe come to fruition, or I fear all life as we know it will cease to exist!"
Well when he put it that way he didn't have to tell us twice!
I was riding in Sunny again, but the bots kept the short range comm channel open as we drove. We were unable to use long range comms because the Government had blocked the frequency, so we had no way of getting in touch with anybot outside of our little group.
Well I had my bond but for some reason I could not get a response fom either of my creators. It felt weak, strained even, and when I asked Sunny about it he said that bonds like a creator bond, especially an adoptive one like mine, could become strained at long distances.
I could still feel their emotions vaguely, but I could not talk to them. This was really frustrating to me.
The only up-side was that I could hear Simmons speaking through the comm link about to a contact of his who might be able to help us figure out where we were supposed to go.
"Here's what my CIA contact says, Ancient Sumerians use to call the Gulf of Aqaba the Dagger's Tip…"
"So that's the Dagger's Tip." Sam replied.
"Yes. It's part of the Red Sea. It divides Egypt and Jordan like the tip of a blade. The tip of the blade is at 29.5 degrees North and 35 East. Here it is."
"Ok so the first thing we need to do it get Optimus to the Dagger's Tip then."
"How are you gonna get him half way around the world?" Leo asked.
"I'm gonna make a call." Sam responded.
Leaning back against the seat, I allowed myself to settle in for another prolonged drive. I mean I had no idea where the next city or town was so might as well relax right? Well as much as I could when those unknown symbols and their meaning was plaguing me, along with the fact that I could read them when I'd never seen them before. I didn't understand that…
All of a sudden my thoughts were interrupted when sirens started blaring from somewhere nearby! "We got cops!" Sam shouted over the comm link.
Our line of cars swerved to avoid the approaching police cars, and when they tried to whip around to chase after us they ended up sliding in the sand on the side of the road. Effectively preventing them from chasing us, for a moment at least.
I looked behind us in time to see several right themselves and give chase. "We didn't lose them! Move your afts!"
Simmons' voice came over the speakers a second later. "We're coming up onto a small market town! We can lose them there!"
They chased us all the way into the town, while Leo could be heard yelling something about not going to prison through the comm link, this making me sigh in frustration. I perked up when I saw a nice, sizable alleyway coming up on our left! "Sam have Bee go through that alleyway! Maybe we can lose a few of them in there!"
The bots all swerved around the humans carting their produce across the cobblestone street, easily dodging them by fishtailing around them. The cops chasing us were not so lucky, one hit the fruit stand sending produce flying into the other cop cars following, the rest of them swerved to try avoiding it, some of them crashing into the buildings around us.
All the bots sped up to lose them quickly after that, putting as much distance as possible between us and them, before pulling into the alleyway I'd pointed out earlier.
I got out of Sunny and walked over to Mikeala. "So what's going on now?"
"Simmons said that we need disguises to wear." She crinkled her nose at the thought. "He went to get some."
We all waited, leaning against the bots' alt modes until Simmons came back with these... cowl things. Oh right we were in Egypt where people wore these things… With a sigh, I took a dark blue one from him to wrap around my head.
Mikeala had a dark almost black colored one on her head, covering her face even. Oh that was right, women in this country had to cover their faces otherwise it was considered... impolite. I hastily corrected my own covering as well.
Noise from the sirens reached us. The bots all quickly transforming and ducking behind the buildings so that the cops wouldn't see their alt modes.
After the last of the cop cars went past I turned around... and Skids, Mudflap, and Bee were hanging from the building with Bee holding onto Skids who was upside down. "What the frag are you doing?"
"This is what's called blendin' in like a ninja." Mudflap informed me.
Mikeala turned towards Sam and Simmons. "They're gone."
"Ok! We're running out of time. I have to make the call to Lennox."
Simmons turned to him. "You are on the worldwide wanted list. If you try calling one base they'll track you here in seconds! The CIA is all over this place!"
"Then you're gonna call."
Simmons stopped dead staring at Sam like he was crazy. "Ok. That's a good idea."
"Alright." Sam agreed.
We found a phone booth nearby that he could use. It only took a moment for Simmons to dial Lennox's number and get an answer. "Hello? Lennox? I'm with the kids. You know? The one with the attitude and his know it all she devil cousin? Right? We need the truck! The truck! We've got a possible ressurection going on over here. You're not gonna believe where we are. Code Tut as in King, as in Tutankhamun. As in the guy on the back of the one dollar bill."
Sunny sighed again. "Get on with it fleshy."
Simmons ignored him. "The coordinates for the air drop are 29.5 North, 34.88 East. Write it down. Ok? We'll meet you there! I gotta go!" With that he hung up.
Leo came sprinting up to us from where he was on look out. Simmons gave him a weird look. "Who are you?" The phone suddenly jerked off of the booth with a loud clatter, we all looked back at it for a moment before turning back to Leo.
"It's me! It's me Leo! Leo!" Leo removed his cowl so that we could see. "The cops are coming!"
"Ok! Ok let's go!"
We all high tailed it out of there at the first sound of the sirens closing in. Somehow I ended up in Bee's back passenger seat this time, next to Mikeala. I heard Sides whining about it over the comm link through Bee's speakers.
Mikeala nudged me to which I just shrugged, because really who ever knew with Sides?
Besides we had more important things to worry about other than who I was riding in. "Shut it Sides."
Sometime during the ride I had fallen into recharge, and when I awoke it was daylight again. The first thing I took stock of was the familiar pain in my chassis caused by my spark. Second, was Sam and Simmons repeating the clue that Jetfire had given us.
"Whe dawn alights the Daggers Tip the Three Kings will reveal the doorway." Sam muttered.
"Right that's what he said." Simmons agreed. "So any idea what it means?"
"No what does it mean?"
"I have no idea." Simmons sighed.
They both quieted down as we pulled up into a checkpoint, where Leo promptly decided to go crazy for some reason. "Oh my God! Oh my God! Checkpoint! Checkpoint! I don't have my passport."
"Yes we see that Leo. And none of us do!" Mikeala shushed him.
"Just calm down Leo. Worse case scenario we just blaze through there in another high speed chase." I told him irritably. My eyes were roaming around the guards with guns surrounding us until they landed on a short... midget… er short person… barking something into a walkie obnoxiously?
"They've got cameras."
"Well it is a checkpoint Sam." I told him.
"Alright this is espionage time." Simmons said quietly to himself as the midget guy closed in on us. "I can handle them, these are my people. I'm one thirty sixth Arab."
I rolled my eyes and turned to look out the window with a moody huff.
Wheelie popped up on Simmons' shoulder. "Oh great a freakin munchkin! Little people are mean tell him he's tall!" He suggested helpfully.
I yanked him back onto my lap. "How about we not let him see an alien robot sitting in the front seat like a family pet?"
Wheelie just shrugged.
Midget man approached us, speaking to Simmons in Arab, therefore none of us could understand it.
Simmons responded back with a few small words before making a point with his hands. "Uhhh the Dagger's Tip? Egypt, Jordan. We wanna go there, me and my family. This is my family." He took Sam's head under his shoulder. "This is my son! My other son, and my daughters. We're tourists from New York."
"NEW YORK?!" Little man exclaimed in excitement.
"Yes. New York."
Little man pointed down the road. "Fifty kilometers."
"Thank you." Simmons said as the gate opened allowing us all through.
As we pulled past little man called out. "GO YANKEES!"
"This is so freaking weird." Leo muttered.
The sun had set leaving us shrouded in darkness. We had settled down in front of a pyramid surrounded by several small buildings one of which Simmons, Leo, and Wheelie were in. Sam and Mikeala had gone off to talk, and most of the bots were parked in one of two small storehouses.
Me? I was sitting in the sand thinking about everything, my servos were absently drawing doodles while I stared up at the stars. I was doing this to try and avoid the intense stares burning into my back.
It was the twins. When I had wandered off they had followed me, not too close but I was always within their sight.
All of us had spent hours earlier trying to make sense of the riddle we were given. But it was complicated, and not one of us could make sense of it though, and it left us all feeling a little dejected. Thus the reason that I had gone off to sulk.
Optimus' face kept flashing through my thoughts, or more specifically the way he had looked when he died, and my futile attempts to save him. Guilt was a fickle thing I realized. Sometimes it would fade into a dull hum, never completely gone just not as noticeable… and other times it was all consuming.
That's how it felt right now. I know that I had told Sam not to feel like this, but that was because there was really nothing that he could have done. Me, I could have saved him. I know that I could have. It was just... that something had gone wrong then that had prevented me from saving him.
I couldn't help but to think that it was my own inexperience. Maybe I was just worthless?
And then there was what had happened with Starscream. The physical damage had healed completely, no soreness between my legs anymore, no hole in my chassis. Yet the pain in my spark chamber prevailed, but it wasn't a constant thing, instead it came in waves.
Try as I might I just couldn't understand why the pain was like this, not sharp like from the nick to my spark casing that Starscream had given me, this was dull yet consuming when it reared up. It fluctuated, like something was pushing against the walls of my casing, then it would suddenly dissipate and go away out of nowhere…
My thoughts were just all over the place with worry over this pain, to guilt over Optimus, to disgust and anguish over what Starscream had done to me. That wasn't even mentioning the situation with Sides, which was still bothering me greatly…
He wanted to talk to me about it, I didn't need him to actually say it, his expressions said it all. Like he was begging me every time he looked at me, and my spark was in turmoil because of it, because of everything.
If we couldn't figure all of this out what would happen? With Optimus? The cons? The Autobots? Me? The twins? What would happen to all of us?
I jolted when somebot suddenly plopped down in the sand next to me. "Credit for your thoughts?"
Sides. Just having him this close to me right now made me want to cry, tears actually welling up in my optics as I tried to fight them off. Why did everything in the world have to be so messed up right now? If it hadn't been for what happened with that slut I would not have hesitated to throw myself into his arms as soon as he came over. Instead I just sat in the sand, unmoving because I was hurting over everything.
"Your EM field is all over the place." He commented quietly.
"Oh? I didn't notice."
He sighed quietly. "I'm sorry Clare."
My helm popped up in surprise, optics locking with his. "Sorry?"
"Yeah, about what happened with ShimmerNova. I mean just because you misunderstood the situation doesn't mean that it didn't hurt you. Primus knows that if our roles had been reversed it would have killed me to be in your peds."
Oh... so that's what he was talking about. "Why did you do it then? If you knew it would hurt me why did you do it?"
He sighed. "I didn't do anything."
I snorted. "Yeah sure! Laying there and letting her hump you sure was your way of doing nothing."
From the corner of my optic I saw him flinch back like I'd slapped him. "That's not what I meant!" He protested.
"What did you mean then? You said that you didn't do anything! Well from what I saw you sure as pit did do something!"
"If I start explaining will you let me get it all out without interrupting me?"
"Talk."
"Demanding..." He muttered under his breath, but when he noticed that I was not looking amused he gave me a sheepish look. "Ok! Ok! Well I should start at the beginning! So you know how you agreed to bond to us that morning?"
"Yes of course I remember. I was happy about it until I caught you with her."
He ignored my comment. "Well when Sunny left to get us some energon I found myself getting lost in thought about it. I mean all morning during patrol we were absorbed in thoughts about what bonding was going to be like... and then when Sunny left I started thinking about it again."
"And that has what to do with kissing another femme?" I growled.
"I'm getting there!" Sides frowned at me. "Just let me talk!"
"Fine."
"Anyways I got a little carried away in thinking about what exactly I was going to do to you on our bonding night." A slight dusting of blue coated his cheeks. "I mean you know that we're not shy or inexperienced so it got a little explicit."
I blinked up at him... What did his perverted mech fantasies have to do with any of this?
"And well I was so into it that I didn't notice anybot come into the room. You know how I can get sometimes."
"Lost in lust." I deadpanned. "So she came in while you were being your regular pervy self?"
"Yeah. When I finally did notice that somebot was in the room with me, I turned to see who it was and she jumped on me. It surprised me enough that I fell onto the matts with her on top of me, and I grabbed her arms to throw her off but she kissed me before I could."
"And why would that stop you, unless you liked it?"
"Sweetspark you came in literally an astrosecond after she pounced on me, I had no time to react at all."
I looked down at the sand with a huff, wanting to believe him but not being able to entirely. That story was just too convenient for any rational femme to outright believe. "You want me to believe that?"
"I want you to believe the truth."
"How do I know that it is the truth Sides? If our roles were reversed and I gave you that same explanation would you just believe it?" I challenged him.
"Yes, because I trust you."
My entire frame froze up in shock, those words ringing loudly in my helm... He would believe an excuse like that just because he trusted me? Why did that make me feel guilty that I didn't know whether or not to believe him?
"Sweetspark think about everything that happened that day. I commed you to tell you to come see me as soon as you were done in the Med bay. Why would I do that if I was planning to have her there with me? Does that really make sense?"
No. No it didn't. When he put it that way it didn't make sense at all…
"That and Sunny was with me almost the entire time! If I was planning on doing that do you think he would have been surprised to walk in on it?"
Sunny had been surprised by what we had seen. It was very rare that one of them was able to keep something a secret from the other. So unless Sunny knew about it, which would not make any sense if the way he had interacted with me just astroseconds before that was any indication... then he couldn't have known about it. None of his behaviors indicated that he was lying to me. He had been genuinely surprised.
"It was all a misunderstanding sweetspark. Well ShimmerNova knew what she was doing, but I was just as surprised by what she did as you were by what you saw."
Tears started welling up in my optics, vocalizer catching on a soft sob as large servos yanked my frame up from the ground and pulled me against a broad chassis while I cried. A soft purr starting up immediately as he rubbed at my back gently.
"I'm sorry!" I sobbed, feeling horrible for how I had treated him.
"It's ok Clare. I'm not mad at you."
"I was mean to you!" I continued blubbering into his chassis, most of what I was saying not even making any sense to me, so there was no telling how he was interpreting it. "I called you a diesel licker!"
His purrs and caresses faltered slightly. "Diesel licker? Sunny what's a diesel licker?"
Sunny, who I hadn't even realized had come closer sighed. "I have no idea Sides. None at all. I'm pretty sure that it's an insult though. Apparently you've been grouped into whatever category Sam is in."
Sides huffed. "That still doesn't tell me what it is though."
"Does it really matter what it is?"
Sides sighed one of his servos slipping around under my chin. "No I guess not."
My helm was tilted back allowing me to see both of them staring down at me, Sides stroking my cheek with feather soft touches that made me want to keen. But that didn't go well with sobbing though, which I was still doing, so I fought it back as best I could.
"Please don't cry sweetspark. I'd say that I forgive you but there's nothing to forgive." He leaned down and nuzzled our nasal passages together.
I very nearly choked on my sorrow when he did that. "You... you aren't mad enough that you want to leave me?"
Both of them jerked back, jaws clenching tight and posture stiffening. "PIT NO! WE'RE NOT GIVING YOU UP FOR ANYBOT!" They both barked simultaneously.
Sides shook his helm quickly. "Sweet I would never be angry at you for getting upset because of that. Like I said if the situations were reversed I would be just as sparkbroken as you were! In fact I doubt that I would be able to stop myself from beating the slag out of whatever mech crossed those boundaries. At least you didn't get violent."
"Which we would have loved to have seen." Sunny pointed out. "We hate that glitch. Always have, ever since she-" He stopped dead before turning away, at which point Sides gave him a worried look.
"Ever since she what?"
He turned back to me with cold angry optics. "Ever since she used both of us."
"Used you? How did she use you?" I looked down when he growled even if I knew it wasn't at me. "Sorry. If you don't want to talk about it I won't bother you again."
It was deadly silent, ambiance thick around us.
"Clare before you we never really cared much for femmes... There was only one that we wanted something real with."
"ShimmerNova?" I guessed.
"Yeah. We knew her from before the war. She, well we were all a thing you see?"
Neither one of them would look at me while Sunny spoke, both looking distinctly ashamed… or maybe embarrassed… I felt an intense need to comfort them, so I slid one of my servos over each of theirs, smiling at him as reassuringly as I could when they looked back at me. "I won't judge you Sunny. Either of you. I promise."
"Sides and I were slave bots baby... We were Gladiators in the pits for thousands of years. It was there that we met ShimmerNova. She was not a fighter, rather she was a spectator that visited often. We met her after a match one solar cycle... and well back then we didn't much care for relationships so much as a quick satifying romp you know?"
Despite already knowing that they'd been with her, or at least having suspicions of it, my spark still pulsed painfully at the thought of them with another femme. "You fragged her." I murmured quietly.
He nodded, turning his servo to twine it around my small one in his own show of comfort. "Yeah. It wasn't supposed to mean anything... I mean spectators sometimes paid extra credits to have their way with the Gladiators, and well the extra credits went towards the debt we owed to the Pit Master. Only a fool would have turned her down." He gave an aggravated huff, eyeing me with obvious longing for some reason. "She came all the time. Always to see us. She claimed to care about us. We didn't believe her at first, but it wouldn't have mattered even if she had. Neither of us cared. It was all about the credits and the frags. Nothing more nothing less. But the more she came, and the more she would lay with us murmuring those words of affection... the more we wanted to believe it. Nobot had ever cared for either of us before that, besides each other."
The words died off momentarily, and I could see him starting to quiver with anger while Sides slumped down dejectedly. My servos cupped Sunny's right cheek, and Sides' left so that I could turn their faces more towards mine. Once they were completely facing me I pressed soft kisses to each of their lips in an effort to give them as much affection and comfort as possible. "Tell me everything."
He shuddered against my lips, pressing his back briefly, and not removing them when he next spoke. "After a while we started to care for her as more than just a frag. We stopped taking other femmes. We fought even harder to get out of the pits for her. Most days we were being torn to shreds by other competitors, but she would come to see us and ease the pain."
"And then... one day she stopped coming. No words, no reason. Nothing. We didn't love her like we love you baby, but she was the only good constant that we had besides each other. So when she didn't show up we thought the worst. But thanks to her we were able to buy our way out soon after she stopped coming. The first thing that we did after getting out was look for her."
The atmosphere became even more tense, a deep burning anger building up in both of them. She had hurt them somehow.
"We found her in her home City of Iacon where she lived as a Noble. Do you know how we found her?" Sunny growled venomously. "With a Noble mech at a night club getting fragged. When we confronted her about it she just told us that she was a Noble, and that we were slave bots. She thought it was funny that we came looking for her when in her processor we had no future. She didn't even want us. She never did. It was all lies to manipulate us."
Sides interjected, optics filled with pain. "She told us that she could never disgrace her family unit by being with us, at least not as a real couple. She made no attempt to hide the fact that she would love to keep us as frag toys, even made jokes about buying us for that purpose so that we could live with her without anybot caring."
I gasped softly, my spark really going out to them. She really was a stupid bitch!
Sunny growled angrily, optics flashing red with his mounting anger. "We wanted to get back at her so badly... that we pretended to go along with it. We kept being her little frag toys. We kept pretending that we cared even after what she had done to us. Every encounter between us was recorded with vid feed, every word she uttered, every sound, every detail. Do you know why we did this?"
No, but it probably had something to do with why she was so bitter towards them.
"Because she had a mech that she was going to bond with. Another Noble that she was compatible with, a mech that didn't even know that she had little frag toys living with her." He smiled darkly. "Days before they were set to bond we showed him everything. Every vid file, some of which she had mentioned seeing him prior to coming to see us. It crushed him... I guess that he really did love her. After seeing that though he reneged on their mating. He left her alone and unwanted, and for the first time in her life she could relate to what it felt like to be us. She fragged us over, we fragged her over. Then we left her in the dust. We never spoke to her again until she showed up here."
I stroked their cheeks lovingly. "I'm sorry that happened to you. She deserved what you did to her."
They both leaned down into my touch completely. "It's always been like that baby. Femmes always use one or both of us. They never want us for real."
"I do."
"We know. Do you know what it feels like to have you as ours? It feels like we really do have something to live for now, like as long as we have you what any of them did doesn't matter. So long as you promise to stay."
It was a question if I had ever heard one. I smiled softly at them. "Of course I'll stay. We still have to bond after all of this is over right?"
Their answer was to sweep me up into their arms and kiss me senseless, then Sides pulled back panting. "Do we have to wait to bond? Can't we do it now?"
Sunny smacked him over the back of the helm. "Idiot! Something's wrong with her spark! It might not even be safe for her to bond!"
"But if it's just nicked then sparkmerging might dull the pain!" He argued. "After we're bonded we can help numb it too!"
"Sides we have to wait to do that until after this is all over."
"Besides she might not be ready to interface after what happened with-" Sunny started only to suddenly stop dead, optics shooting down towards me like he was afraid that he had hurt me somehow.
The reminder of what had happened caused my spark to feel like something was squeezing the life out of it, because the emotional pain was still there, even if the physical pain was gone. But when I thought about it I realized that it wasn't so much that I was scared of the twins, maybe if I hadn't been with them before I would be, but it was more that I felt disgusted with myself than afraid of them. I mean they were my firsts, the only ones that had touched me before. Now I couldn't say that anymore. In a way it felt like... I had cheated on them.
"Baby?"
I didn't look up.
Sunny jerked my chin up, forcing me to look at his scowling face. "You better not be thinking what I think you are." He growled.
My optics drifted down shamefully.
"You are not to blame for what he did to you!" He hissed. "The only one that is responsible for attacking another bot in this type of situation is the one who instigated the attack. Not the victim!" He shook me slightly. "Look at me!"
When I refused to listen he shot up from the ground, cradling me against his upper chassis as he stomped towards a storehouse nearby. Grumbles that I couldn't decipher were falling from his lips as he walked inside of the mostly empty building, that happened to be one that no one else was in.
I was sat down on a box near the back of the building while he stomped around grabbing tarps, and some old cloth coverings that were most likely used to cover whatever was stored in here from the climate. He sat the tarps down first, then the cloths over the top in a small makeshift berth.
Sides stood to the side until Sunny gestured him over, then he plucked me up and carried me over to lay me on the tarp that Sunny was standing next to. I looked up at both nervously. "Ummm… what are you doing?"
"Proving a point." Sunny stated as he started pulling his armor off.
"What point?" I squeaked when Sides leaned down and started stripping me.
"Well unless you can tell me that you're so reluctant because you're scared, and not because you're feeling guilty or disgusted, we're going to face you."
All of my armor was pulled away, Sunny moving in while Sides moved to strip his own. "Sunny I don't think I can."
"Why not? Are you scared of us?"
No… just disgusted with myself… "N-No... but I still can't."
"If we don't blame you why do you blame yourself? It's not like you cheated on us." He leaned in to nip at my throat cables.
I bit my lip to stifle the mewling sound that threatened to escape, resolve practically non-existent after that first love bite was delivered to my throat. "But he..."
His glossa flicked out across the cables, causing a small spark to tingle my protoform. "Forced you. You did nothing."
A soft mewl hissed between my clenched denta, my servos instinctively moving to grab onto his helm. "You..."
He nipped again, flicking his glossa over the bite marks. "Aren't mad at you."
He trailed kisses from my throat, all the way down the front of my frame, over my chassis and down my midsection, all the way down to my thighs. His servos slipped between them, swiftly spreading them wide as he looked up at me with smoldering optics that had my valve clenching as he further exacerbated my arousal by licking his lips.
"S-Sunny? Wh-what are you doing?" I stammered embarrassedly.
Instead of answering me verbally he just leaned down and started lapping at my external ports, my frame immediately arching as a startled cry escaped me when I felt his glossa wriggling against me. The sight of his helm buried between my legs, both of which he'd propped up on his audial fins, lustful optics staring up at me from over the swell of my chassis, was incredibly erotic.
The silky texture of his glossa rubbing against all my supersensitive ports had me whimpering softly, helm falling back against the makeshift berth because he was reducing my frame to a state that it didn't even feel as if I had relays or struts.
He went back and forth, lavishing attention to each, before he suddenly thrust his glossa inside me. I screeched embarrassingly loudly, and Sides quickly knelt down and slammed his lips over mine to stifle the sound so that one of the others wouldn't come to see what we were doing.
He kissed me feverishly, "Such a responsive femme…" He practically purred, before his glossa thrust itself into my mouth and started tangling with mine, further muffling the volume of my cries when Sunny started thrusting his in and out of my valve with more force and speed.
I whimpered, arching into it as much as I could, without even trying to contain the shrill cries that Sides was muffling with his lips. His servos slid down at some point and started tweaking at my chassis, which made me keen loudly as I lost control and started clawing at his shoulders, the sharp tips of my claws digging in and slightly puncturing the cables there, causing energon to leak down in thin rivulets. He gave a pleased growl, releasing me from the kiss we were locked in and smirking at me. "Try and be quiet, ok sweetspark?"
"Sides…" I whimpered, the sound cutting off into a strained shriek when Sunny started tweaking at my external node in time with each thrust of his glossa into my quivering valve. As if that wasn't enough, Sides abandoned kissing me in favor of leaning down to lick and nip at my chassis in a way that drove me wild.
My abdomen clenched with my rapidly approaching overload, ripping a strained cry from my vocalizer as my claw tipped toes latched onto Sunny's helm and dug into the metal there, hips beginning to undulate up to meet his attentions without my even needing to consent to it.
All it took for me to fall screaming into it, was a sharp nip to my right section of my uncovered chassis, and a deep, guttural growl vibrating my core with such force that the thin coil preventing me from overloading snapped, and a massive surge of pleasure caused my insides to twist and clench as lubricant gushed out from within my valve and coated my mech's face.
I keened loudly, practically shrieking so loud that Sides had to slam his lips on mine again to stifle the sounds as Sunny worked to draw my overload out for as long as possible by furiously lapping at my quivering valve. He didn't stop until I slumped against our makeshift berth, and my valve finally stopped its' frantic clenching, only then did he pull back, giving me a clear view of the specks of lubricant coating his face. Each drop was gathered up on his digit and brought to his mouth so that he could lick it off.
I felt my valve clench again while watching him do this. He smirked after sucking up the last drop, nudging Sides over so that he could move me onto my servos and knees, spike swiftly skimming over my aft as he rubbed it over the bare metal. "You taste good. I actually like doing that to you."
He grabbed onto my hips and lifted me up so that he could line his spike up with my opening and push all the way in, frame shuddering when he seated himself in to the hilt and groaned. My claws dug into the ground as I whimpered, keening quietly when he pulled back and gently snapped his hips forward and thrust his length back into me.
I moaned loudly, wriggling my hips back against his until a sharp sting broke out across the metal when he slapped my aft. "Stay still!" He growled at me, before he quickly fell into a full on series of firm yet surprisingly gentle thrusts.
His digits fluttered against my sides each time he pulled me back to meet his hips with every thrust. He was testing me to see if I was still sore, that much I realized after a few kliks of this treatment, but when I gave no sign of being in pain he started speeding up, and each time he thrusted back into me he twisted his hips so that he was hitting every node inside of me. I threw my helm back and cried out when he slid a servo down to harshly rub at my external node, the sound forcing Sides to get down on his back in front of me so that he could tug my helm down and plaster our lips together again, where he promptly shoved his glossa into my mouth and tangled it with mine.
Sunny's grunts mixed in with the loud squelching sounds coming from my valve. "Baby…" He grunted, and I could feel his spike swelling up inside me in preparation to overload. He sped up and it had me whimpering, panting and arching my back as much as he would allow, feeling his spike sliding along my inner nodes and lighting each and every one on fire. "Overload for me…"
When I didn't do that immediately Sides separated from our kiss and shoved his helm down to suck on my external node, being careful to avoid Sunny's spike but the effect was the same. I arched when he bit down on it, screaming as it caused another overload to surge through me with enough force to instantly rip Sunny's from him within an astrosecond.
I felt his frame tighten and heard him groan as his tranfluid erupted into my valve like a geyser. "Clare…" He moaned my name, giving one last twitch of his hips before stilling completely.
Sides quickly squirmed out from under me as Sunny pulled his spike out of me and sat me down on my knees, quickly delivering one last smack to my aft, though not as rough as the last one. Afterwards I was quickly grabbed and laid out on my back by his eager twin, who grabbed me by the hips and pulled them up off the floor so that I was once again suspended in mid-air. "Feeling up for a second round sweetspark? Or are you too sore now?"
I smiled at Sides reassuringly. "I'm fine. It's healed up now and if it wasn't I doubt I would've enjoyed facing Sunny that much."
He shook his helm and chuckled. "True." With that he pulled me up to line his spike up with my opening and slide in all the way. He quickly started thrusting his hips back and forth in succession, groaning as I gasped and moaned in pleasure.
His optics were locked on the point where his spike kept disappearing inside my valve, but then Sunny's helm appeared in my line of vision as he forced his lips on mine and thrusted his glossa into my mouth. His servos quickly drifted down over all my little erotic points that drove me wild, pinching at my chassis, and tweaking at my external node.
I arched with a loud cry, grabbing my intended's helm and jerking it down towards my chassis, and he quickly took the hint and moved his mouth down to lap at the protoform there. I bucked against Sides' thrusts as much as I could, biting at Sunny's throat and chassis as I whimpered and moaned in ecstasy!
Sides quickly increased the speed of his thrusts until he was ramming into me wildly, both of us quickly losing control, to the point that I had to bite down on one of Sunny's throat cables and hold on to keep from screeching bloody murder as the kliks ticked by and the sensations continued rising.
My mechs both lavishing me everywhere that I loved, tweaking my nodes, biting my chassis, and running their servos over my protoform until my valve finally clenched and I fell screaming into another overload. Sides continued thrusting into me to draw it out for another klik, then he too stiffened and spilled his transfluid into my quivering channel.
Afterwards Sunny moved back, and Sides pulled me up onto his lap without removing his spike from within me. He ran his digits up and down my back, purring down at me lovingly. "Is that a good enough way to say we're not disgusted with you sweetspark?"
I pressed my face against his lower midsection and nodded. "Yes…"
We fell into silence, Sides continuing to stroke my back, and Sunny sat behind me, gently rubbing at my hips. I sat there quietly thinking about everything, from my failure to save Optimus, to the ancient symbols that Sam was seeing, all the way to the chicken scratches that no one seemed to know anything about, but I could somehow read anyways… All of it was so confusing…
Something suddenly grasped onto my hips, then the spike seated deep inside me pulled back and thrusted itself into the bottom of my channel, causing me to gasp and throw my helm back. In doing so, I was easily able to see Sides smirking down at me mischievously. "You were thinking too hard again sweetspark… Let me give you a little distraction…"
He suddenly started rocking against me again, and I just let myself slump against him without even trying to fight it… I really did need it…
But then all of a sudden the storehouse doors were thrust open, and when I looked over in surprise, Sam came racing in with Simmons, Leo, and Mikeala trailing after him. "CLARE I FIGURED OUT-!"
All of them stopped dead, staring at us or more specifically Sides who was still locked inside of me, who didn't have the decency to stop fragging me even with them watching or maybe he hadn't noticed. Then there was Sunny who lunged up from the ground with an enraged roar, servos covering his interface array from prying eyes.
"OH MY GOD!" Sam yelped. "MY EYES! MY EYEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!"
"SAM GET OUT! GET OUTTTTTT!" I started batting at Sides to get him to stop. "SIDES CUT IT OUT!"
Sunny charged them, sending them all scattering finally. "GET THE FRAG OUT!"
Oh Primus that was mortifying! Before they were out of earshot I managed to yell out. "WE'LL BE OUT IN A MINUTE!"
"OK!" Sam yelled back.
Ok so not the best time to rekindle our relationship...
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