Several earth cycles later, back in another Decepticon mine.
Skywarp stood overseeing the mine wishing he was somewhere else, anywhere but here. He could be out patrolling like Starscream and looking for their sparkling, or even on communications duty like Thundercracker, and looking for their sparkling, but he is stuck in this fragging mine watching the pit spawned drones mine energon when he could be looking for their sparkling!
He continued his menial task of sparkling sitting the drones. Why were they created unable to take care of these task by themselves? Skywarp eventually dozed off from all the boring mining going on around him.
After a while, the ground started to shake and Skywarp came online from his unexpected recharge to see two drones fighting. Over what exactly, who cares, their blasters were out, and charged, in an energon mine! He had to stop them before they blew the whole mine, them along with it.
He quickly walked up to them ready to reprimand them for their idiocracy, only to be stopped by the mine shaking once again. He had no time to react before the ceiling caved in on them. The teleporter looked up and closed his optics preparing for the impact to come from above, only for it to come from the side and knock him down to the ground. At that moment he felt it, not the feeling of another mech chassis against his own, but a bond, one muffled as if a far distance was between them. The sparkling bond! It was there, right there. The bond was more connected than ever before, as if their sparkling, the one long lost, was finally returned to them.
The mech on top of him started to get off. No! He can't lose them again. He grabbed them tightly and pulled them closer and opened his optics to see his sparkling again. Expecting to see a femme youngling seeker, only to be shocked when the only thing he saw was a drone.
"What?" he gasped. The drone started to shake as if he was afraid and skyward felt their fear, fear for their lives, fear of him. Skywarp quickly let go of the drone only for them to fall back on their aft. Both the drone and the seeker stared at each other, both of their minds are going a mile a minute but in opposite directions.
The drone scrambled to his pedes in a rush, "I apologize sir! I laid my servos on you when I am not allowed too. I accept any punishment you give me." begged the drone, hoping for a more lenient punishment by acknowledging that they were in the wrong.
This barely registered with the seeker as he stared at the drone, no his sparkling. He needed more proof, he needed to confirm this wasn't fake. The drone felt uncomfortable at the higher up's silence, they were about to speak again before the seeker jumped to his pedes and grabbed onto their shoulders tightly. "Show me your spark!" yelled the frantic seeker.
The drone was shocked, surely his crime did not warrant that kind of punishment, anything but that. His hopes for a beating or a quick death were replaced by the horror of the incoming punishment.
Skywarp stalled in his advance from the wave of fear crashing into his spark. They shouldn't be afraid of him, a creation shouldn't be afraid of their creator. This was all wrong, but he needed proof. So he pressed again, "Open your chassis, now! Show me your spark!" he shouted again, forgetting about the crowd he was now forming.
The drone hesitantly, and shakingly, opened his chassis, trembling as they awaited their fate. They nearly screamed when they felt servos on his spark, touching their spark. It was only natural he reached the worst conclusions. He was going to offline them directly from the spark.
Skywarp gently caressed the spark, the spark that belonged to none other than his, their, sparkling. He would never forget what his sparkling looked like. The teleporter was excited, he did it, he found their long-lost sparkling, then he became angry, they were here this whole time, right under their wing, he then became enraged, their sparkling was a drone, one that could have been taken offline at any moment Autobots, in the mines, or even by their own servos!
The Drone felt every one of these emotions, not understanding what they were or where they came from. They only thought about one thing, "Please, make my punishment quick and painless." begged the terrified drone. It was then when reality crashed into Skywarp. The seeker looked around at the crowd that had formed. Too many optics watching, he needed to get away, he needed to be alone with his sparkling, and the only place that popped into mind was his own berthroom. Skywarps mind was running on instinct alone, he quickly shut the chassis of the drone closed and grabbed onto them preparing to warp right onto the nemesis.
One thing the seeker forgot, the nemesis is a moving ship, and his processor was being overworked with instinctive thoughts, so when they popped back into reality from the warp, they were right outside the nemesis, in the air. Both of the 'cons fell from the sky with Skywarp transforming into a jet and started to fly away before realizing that someone wasn't doing the same. He frantically turned back to see his sparkling still falling and not transforming. Pure terror is all that was felt through the bond coming from both sides.
Skywarp flew past the falling drone and under to catch them, only to just hit them. They continued falling and the seeker chased after them once again, he went under them again and screamed in their bond, :Grab on!:They heard this command, too panicked to think about where it came from, they grabbed onto the seeker's wings tightly, almost making Skywarp throw the drone off. With the drone held on tight and the nemesis next to them, Skywarp warped again, and this time made it into his berthroom.
They crashed into the seeker command trine's berthroom. On impact, Skywarp transformed back into his bipedal form and they both laid there. Skywarp got up to check on his sparkling only to see them curled up on the floor, shaking. Skywarp had a torrent of emotions and thoughts going through his processor, but the one thought that came to the front first was, "Why didn't you fragging transform!"
The drone on the ground slowed their shaking a bit to look up at him, "It wouldn't have made a difference sir" answered the drone throwing the seeker in a loop, it was only then that the seeker finally realized something.
"You're a vehicon." he started looking at his sparklings frame finally noticing the wheels on them, "Oh Primus, You're a grounder….a groundpounder, my dear creation is not only a drone but a grounder as well!" he exasperated as all the events started to catch up to him. He never even noticed how confused the drone became.
"I'm sorry sir, but there must be some confusion, I apologize if I have done something to upset you-" they started only to be interrupted.
"You are my creation, I am your sire!" the seeker nearly yelled. This threw the poor drone into a loop, on one hand, he is supposed to follow orders and believe anything the higher-ups tell them, on the other hand….There is no possible way for them to be the sparkling of a higher-up.
Deep in their thoughts, he didn't even notice the seeker right in front of his visor, "Why do you all look the same, there isn't a single thing to differentiate you from the others, ugh. Let me see your faceplate." said the seeker before reaching for his visor. The drone had no time to move back before his claws dug into the edged of his visor and he started pulling, it was uncomfortable as he tugged. Then he tugged harder, claws embedding into the seems, and the discomfort became pain, then the harder the seeker pulled, the more excruciating the pain became. Not long after that, the drone screamed in pain and the seeker let go quickly. The drone fell to the ground and held on their visor as they curled up again. "Why didn't you tell me that you were in pain, I couldn't feel it in the bond until it became unbearable for you, and why didn't you take your visor off?" questioned the seeker.
The Drone looked at him from the ground, "We don't have faceplates, we only have the visors, and….we are not allowed to show our pain." The drone paused as if realizing something, "I have broken too many rules, I am defective, I….I will be offlined for this..."
Skywarp didn't know what to do, he needed his trine with him, they surely felt the bond through him. It is only a matter of time before they come. He stared at the drone on the ground, his creation, his sparkling, now a full-grown mech far too soon. He had to do something, he had to help his creation. Skywarp moved to the drone, lifting him onto his lap on the ground, making sure their sparks were as close as possible, ensuring that their faded bond will heal and strengthen, "Let's just sit here, silently, we'll wait for my trine to get here, but for now, we must calm down."