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The Stories

August 17, 2016, 2 AM

I'm woken up by someone moving beside me. "Fix, please…" I sit up when I remember that I have the carrying minicon in my bed. "Fix, you okay?" He shakes his head slightly. "What's wrong? Tanks upset again?" He shakes his head again. "Did you have a nightmare?" Another slight shake. I sigh softly and lay a hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong, Little One?" He turns to look at me, revealing his coolant-streaked faceplates. "Oh, Little One… What's wrong?" He whimpers, and rolls over before scooting closer to me. "Easy… I'm right here…" I sigh softly. "Want to tell me about it?"

"N-not r-really…"

I run a hand over his head gently. "It might help, Little One…"

He sits up with a soft sigh, still snuggled into me. "I-I was j-just thinking about th-their s-sire…"

"Oh, Little One…" I sigh softly and pull him in for a hug, letting him cry on my shoulder as long as he wants. Once he finally calms down, I lean him back, keeping my hands on his shoulders. "It's going to be okay. Trust me. We'll all get through this. We just have to stick together."

"C-can you hold me?"

I nod, and pull him into my lap without a second thought. "Now, try to get back to recharge, Little One. I'll be right here."

"I'm sorry I woke you up…"

I shake my head and smile gently. "Don't be, Sweets. You needed me."

"But I wasn't sick…"

"No, but you're obviously sparkbroken right now, and you needed me." I run a hand over his head gently. "I'm here for you, no matter what you need, Sweetspark—whether the cause is illness, nightmares, or just because you're upset about something—it doesn't matter to me, because I'll still be right here if you need me."

"Th-thank you."

"You're welcome, Little One." I shift to where we're cuddled together, so I can lay back down, but keep my arms wrapped around the minicon. "Try to recharge now, Sweets. I'll be right here."


8:00 AM

I groan when I feel someone moving against my back. "Ow…"

"I'm sorry!"

I roll over and sigh softly when I see my minicon, giving me a tearful and apologetic look. "It's fine, Little One. Just a sensitive spot." I sit up and rub my back with one hand as I turn to Fixit. "How you feeling?"

"A little queasy…"

"Oh, Sweets… Want me to get you anything?"

He shakes his head before leaning over to fasten his wheels on. "I'll just get to work. It should ease up before long."

He starts for the door, only for me to grab his hand. "Hold up." He turns back to me, confused. "What had you so upset last night?"

"I-it was nothing, Mari."

"Fix…"

He rubs the back of his neck before sighing heavily. "One of my old friends is the sire. We were working on the Alchemor together. I don't know what happened to him, but the last time I saw him, he pretended I wasn't even there. That was right after we—"

I reach up and wipe the tears out of his optics with my thumbs. "Go on, Little One… It's okay…"

"Right after we interfaced. Then the ship crashed, and I haven't seen him. He probably w-went offline, in the crash…"

I sigh softly as I pull the now-sobbing minicon in for a hug. "It's all right, Little One. I'm right here… Just let it out…"

"Everything okay?"

I jerk my head up when I hear the voice, only to find a familiar holoform. "Hey, Sides… What did you need?"

"At first, I was looking for you."

"What's wrong?"

He shakes his head. "Denny's got something for you at the diner."

I nod. "Probably breakfast."

The holoform nods toward the sobbing minicon. "What's wrong with Fixit?"

I sigh softly. "Mech trouble."

"As in…"

"As in, the sire, a former friend of his, pretty much talked him into a one-night stand, then walked off without saying anything to him. Then the ship crashed, and he's scared the monster of a mini-mech is offline."

"C-Camsh-shaft's not a m-monster."

I sigh softly and look down at Fixit. "He pretended to be your friend until he could get you in bed with him, then turned his back. Last I checked, that kind of mech doesn't deserve to be called a mech." I sigh softly. "I've been there too, in a less-sexual way, so I do understand, Little One. You'll get through this. He's not worth the time, Sweets, and he's definitely not worth the tears." I pull a worn-but-clean wrag out of the pocket on the scrubs I've been wearing as pajamas and wipe the coolant off his face. "You're getting yourself all worked up, Sweets, and you're already feeling like slag, so you need to calm down before you purge. You can go lay down if you want, I'll let Bee know."

"I-I'll be o-okay…" He sighs, and turns toward the command center.

"Hold up."

"Wh-what n-now?"

I give him a gentle hug before letting him go, and crouching in front of him. "If Cam's going to abandon you after doing something like that, then he's not a real friend. He was using you, and I've had friends like that. It's best to forget about friends like those. It won't be easy—especially with your emotions so keyed up because you're carrying—but I'll be right here if you need a shoulder, and Bee's gonna be here for you too. We'll never leave you, Sweets—no matter what kind of slag comes up."

"R-really?"

"Really." I run a gentle hand over his head before letting him get to work, and turn to Sideswipe. "Have Denny bring whatever he cooked out here. I need to stay with Fixit. He's really having a hard time with the Camshaft thing."

"I'll do that." He glances over to Fixit with a sigh. "Let me know, how he's doing?"

"Of course, Sides." I smile. "So long as you don't start teasing him over this. I used to hate it when people would tease me over emotional things."

"I won't." He scoffs. "I've been there, Mari…sort of."

I nod, mentally scoffing at myself for forgetting. "Sunstreaker."

"He's still missing…"

"I know." I lay a hand on his shoulder. "We'll find him, Sides. Trust me." I nod toward the diner. "Now, you have a message to deliver, and I have a minicon to watch."

"Right." He starts down the ramp before shifting back to his normal form and starting for the diner.

"Y-you don't ha-have to w-watch me."

I sigh softly as I crouch to where the minicon is working on one of the holo-screens. "Baby, I'm just making sure you don't fall apart like that again. It's heartbreaking, having to watch you break down like that over a mech…and it's not good for you to be exhausting yourself like that, either. The sparklings are taking a lot of energy from you right now, and you need all you can spare just to function." I look up and smile when I see Denny. "Thanks, Denny. Sorry you had to bring that all the way out here."

"No problem." He waves to Fixit. "How you doing, Fixit?"

"I'm okay, Denny Clay." I giggle in spite of myself causing him to turn to me. "What did I say?"

I shrug, still giggling. "Unplanned rhyme. Do that myself. Laugh then too, cause it sounds funny to me."


It's about half an hour later when Russell runs into the command center. "Morning, Mari. Mind if I talk with Fixit about something?"

I shrug. "Nah. Just be careful not to upset him, Russ. He's had a hard morning."

"Is he sick?"

I facepalm. I guess I'd expected Denny to tell his son about Fixit's condition. "Sort of, Bud…" I pat the floor beside where I'm lounging with my computer against the back wall. Once he settles beside me, I set my computer aside with a sigh. "He's sparked, Russ." The preteen gives me a confused look, causing me to smirk, and use the human term. "Pregnant."

"Isn't he—"

"He's a carrier mech, so not entirely." I sigh softly. "It's kind of hard for humans to understand, so don't feel bad if you don't get it."

"Is there just one baby, or—"

"Sparkling, and no, there's ten." I watch his eyes widen. "I know it's a lot, that's partly why I'm staying close to him right now."

"What's the other reason?"

"Like I said, he had a hard morning."

"But I can still talk to him, right?"

I nod. "Just try not to upset him, Russ."

"I'll try…"

I watch the preteen walk over to Fixit, and groan inwardly. "This will not end well…" I glance over to my laptop sadly before heading into our room. Best to be prepared before the little fellow needs me for something.

"Good morning, Russell."

"Morning, Fixit." Russell sighs. "C-can I ask you something?"

"Sure." Fixit turns to the preteen. "What's wrong?"

"I-I was looking at the pods… A-are all minicons…bad?"

I freeze in the doorway as I hear his words, a bucket in one hand and Fixit's red blanket in the other, my pockets stuffed with rags from Denny. "Oh, no…" Russell could have—should have—asked anything but that.

Fixit freezes in surprise, and barely glances at me before turning to Russell nervously. "No, we are cot—bot—" I toss the bucket off to the side and knock his head, not wanting this to go on like some of those autocorrects I've read. "NOT!" He blinks quickly. "Why do you think that? Did I say something wrong? I didn't hurt you, did I? Mari always tells me if I messed up somehow…"

"No, no, no, no, no. You didn't! I was just…I just…" Russell sighs before motioning to the stasis pods. "Why were so many minicons on the Alchemor? Even Slipstream and Jetstorm were criminals before they met Drift, and everyone except for Mari always treats you like you're…not good enough…like you were evil too…like being on the ship was your punishment…"

My soon-to-be symbiote turns away and moves a single hand to rest on his chest plates, and I know what he's thinking. As much as I want to run to him, and hold him, and make all the anguish go away, I know I can't protect him from everything, so I force myself to stay back for now, and make a mental note to call the team—minus the minicons—together for a little talk about what abuse and neglect really is.

"I-I'm sorry, Fixit… I take it back. I didn't mean it!"

Fixit's frame shudders, and I know without having to look any closer that he's crying his little spark out for the third time since midnight. "I-it's…t-true… Y-you sh-shouldn't…t-take it back…"

Russell's hand stops inches from his arm. "What?"

I shake my head before running in. I can't watch this anymore. "Russ…" I shake my head, and turn to focus on the sobbing mech before worrying about the human. I kneel and pull him into my arms gently, just letting him cry. "It's okay, Little One… I'm right here…" I turn to Russell, barely managing to not glare at him for ignoring the one thing I had asked him to do. "When I first got to Cybertron, everything was starting to go downhill. Warbuilds…animalformers like Steeljaw and Grimlock…and yes, minicons too, were falling out of favor. They weren't evil, mind you, but they fell into an obsolete class in the caste system—a system mine and Bee's sire eliminated during the war. They were considered outdated, glitched, a sympathizer, too vocal about the system, or had skills that were too small compared to their fuel requirements." I shake my head. "Not to mention most people thought minicons were just drones, and therefore not living—meaning it didn't matter if they were treated like property instead of people." I glance to the small orange mech. "Fixit… he's got a glitch; he's a medical assistant, so he needs a lot of energon; he's not the newest model out there; and…because of his job, he's been considered a sympathizer. Not to mention he was put on the Alchemor as the council's slave, and set up for failure because the weapons weren't even in the same place as the crew!"

Fixit looks up. "I-it w-was e-either st-starve, or b-become a c-con t-too…"

"Glitches? Caste systems? Fuel requirements?" Russell looks horrified. "I'm not the best at history, but that sounds like prejudice, not to mention a corrupt government. Does that mean the cons aren't bad?"

Fixit whimpers, and simply looks up at me. "M-M-Mari—" His voice slips into static for a moment. "D-don't—d-d-don't l-l-let th-them th-throw m-m-m-me a-a-a-away!"

"Calm down, Little One… I won't let them throw you away… You're gonna have a Prowl moment if you're not careful…" I look back to Russell. "The Autobots had the right goals in mind, Russ, but you're right about the council. They were pretty corrupt by the time Sire was chosen as Prime. Carrier and Sire were in the middle caste—data clerks—before we were sparked—first in millenia, by the way—and I was sent to another dimension so I'd be able to grow up outside the system—" I hold out my wrist so I can show him the Mark of the Primes. "First prime to ever be carried and sparked, and half of a combiner to boot." I shake my head. "I grew up in the high caste, for the short time it existed after I got home, but I made it a point to fight for the little guy, because I'd once been the little guy myself. My goal was to protect the minicons, and seeing this many on the Alchemor makes me feel like I was a failure…"

"E-e-each m-m-m-mech in th-those p-p-p-pods m-m-made th-their ch-ch-choice."

"Fix…" I shake my head, and resign myself to the fact that the little guy's beyond help.

"The Al-Al-Al-Alchemor w-was fr-from early in the w-w-w-war, s-s-s-so th-they ar-aren't as b-b-bad a-a-a-a-a-as M-M-M-M-Megatron a-a-and St-St-St-Starsc-sc-scream, b-b-b-but th-they st-st-still m-m-m-m-made th-their ch-ch-ch-choice."

"W-were the Autobots at fault?"

"Th-th-the c-c-c-c-council w-w-w-was."

I scowl. "The council made Megatron into the monster he is when they chose Sire as Prime—not that I wanted Uncle Megs to be Prime, but still…" I shake my head. "Now it's time for them to reap what they sowed." I growl. "They deserve it, if you ask me! The last of a combiner team—one of my best friends, and bond-brothers—is in Griffin Rock, all by himself with PTSD and Ghost Drifts, not to mention seperation anxiety when it comes to his new team. Fixit's here, having a complete breakdown, because they thought the only place for him was slavery." I start and barely catch Fixit as he falls to the floor of the command center. "Fixit!" I blink back tears as I ease his head onto my lap. "Rusty, go get your Dad, now, and tell him to bring me a toolbox! Fixit just fraggin' crashed!" I watch Russell run down the ramp before moving the bucket closer—just in case he needs it when he wakes up—take off the wheels—he'd shown me how just in case I had to—and pull the red plush blanket over his tiny-looking frame.

I then reach into my bonds—something I've struggled with in this stupid pretender form since the day I learned about it—for Bumblebee. I can sense the emptyness from Sire's death front and center—I always had been the Daddy's girl, after all; Carrier's bond stretched to the max, so I can barely feel her; and finally, my combiner brother's. "BUMBEE!"

"Holy Primus, Flutterby! I can hear you just fine! You don't have to yell!"

"Bumbee—Fix—Prowl—can't—HELP!"

"What? Mari, calm down. What happened to Fixit?"

"Fixit crashed like Prowl! Rusty had a question, and Fix tried to answer it, but he kept getting himself worked up, and then he crashed just like Prowlie always did!"

"Mari. Mari, calm down. You're about to meltdown, and Fixit needs you right now."

"I know, Bumbee, but I needs him!" I blink, and feel tears rolling down my face.

"And now she's regressing… Primus, I wish Sire was here right n—MARI!"

"W-what?"

"Can you reach Sire through the matrix connection?"

"I cans twy…" I reach down and wipe my tears off Fixit's head before stroking it gently. "I'm sorry you got so worked up, Sweetspark… It's okay now… Everything's okay… You're safe now… Safe and sound… No one's gonna throw you 'ways…"

"Then do it. I'm on my way back now. Just hang in there, Flutterby. We don't need you crashing too."

I remember tears streaming down your face
When I said, "I'll never let you go."
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone,"
But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight

I pause to wipe tears out of my eyes before returning to the song at the second verse.

Don't you dare look out your window, darling.
Everything's on fire
The war outside our door keeps raging on
Hold onto this lullaby
Even when the music's gone

Just close your eyes
You'll be alright
Come morning light,
You and I'll be safe and sound…

"Mari? What happened?"

"I'm back! I got the toolbox!"

I blink up at the two, knowing my usually azure blue or blue-gray eyes are a stormy gray right now—as they usually are when I get upset like this—but I don't give a flying frag right now. "Fix crashed, Denny. I may need to fix him…"

"M-M-Mari?"

I look down at the dim optics with a gentle smile. "Come on, Little One… Come on back to me…"

"I thought it was just a simple question…" I notice a tear drip off Russell's chin, onto Fixit's cheek.

"I'm not mad at you, Russ. You needed to know." I turn back to Fixit, smiling when I find his optics a bit brighter. "That's it, Sweets. Focus on my voice."

"I'm sorry, Mari! I didn't mean to break Fixit!"

I smile slightly as Fixit's optics return to normal, and the little guy looks up at me in confusion. "Oh, Russ…" I reach over with my free hand to rest it on Russell's. "You didn't break Fixit, Buddy… He's got a glitch… We all know that…" I help Fixit sit up slowly, hoping I won't upset his tanks any more than they were earlier. I'm surprised when he starts sobbing harshly, and move to where he can lean against me, and pull him in for a gentle, compassionate hug. "It's okay, Little One… Just let it out… You're safe now… No one's going to hurt you with me here…"

"B-b-but I-I-I'm j-j-junk… N-no one w-wants a b-br-broken m-m-m-mini-minicon."

"One, you're not junk. Two, you're not broken. You just have a disability, and you've been abused because of it. Three, even if you were both, I'd want you, and I'm sure Den and Russ feel the same way."

"Of course we do, Fixit."

"Yeah…" Russell wipes the tears off his face before smiling at Fixit. "You're like family to us."

The little guy starts crying even harder at that. I motion for Denny and Russell to give us some time, and watch them leave before turning to the little minicon right as he gags. I quickly grab the bucket, and hold it in front of him as he purges everything he'd had the night before. "There… That's it, Little One… Feel better now?"

"A-a-a L-l-lit-t-ttle."

"Easy, Sweets… Don't try to talk…" I sigh softly. "I wish I could have found you before the war, Little One. You wouldn't have gone through any of that…"

"B-b-but y-you w-w-were a t-t-t-towers f-f-femmeling…h-h-high c-c-c-caste…"

I nod. "With a soft spot for minicons and anyone who felt small because of the life I had before I got to Cybertron. I was abused back then, Little One. That's why I fought so hard for the minicons—because the council was abusing them—abusing you. I felt smaller than you must feel right now… Like any human could come by and just—" I trail off when I find an ant crawling across the floor, and step on it as an example. "Squish me… I cried myself to sleep most nights because I felt like I wasn't doing enough for you guys…because I felt like a failure all over again…because I'd been looking for you from day one, and having to be the universe's youngest medic, and being too small to reach the slagged medical berths…" I smile down at him slightly. "And having to fight—and failing—to save my bond-brothers' lives. I know what it's like to be a minicon because I was a medic while I was still a sparkling." He gives me a confused look. "I insisted on it. I'd already started training before we went home, and I didn't want to stop. Medicine was more fun to me than playing with other sparklings was, and, when I started school, I still met with Ratchet every chance I got." I sigh softly and pick Fixit up gently before carrying him toward our room, planning to return for his wheels. "Come on, Little One."

"B-b-but the c-c-comms!"

"You crashed, and I came damn close to crashing. I already know Bumbee's gonna take us off duty for the rest of the day, so we're gonna go lay down."

"Y-y-you alm-m-most c-c-crashed?"

I shrug. "My pretender form has autism, which means my normal form has a logic glitch AND a paranoia glitch. I panicked when you crashed, and I almost got as worked up as you did…" I help the little guy into my bed.

"M-my wh-wh-wheels?"

"I'm going to get them, okay?" I run out after them, set them by the bed, and finally climb in myself, lying down with my arms wrapped around the sparked minicon. "Sire…" Nothing, as I had expected. "Dada…"

"Mariposa… it has been a long time, Sweetspark…"

"Dada…" I let go and turn away from Fixit as tears start rolling from my eyes. "Fixit's… He's having a really hard time, and he crashed, and I don't know how to handle this. I wanna be his symbiote carrier, but I don't know what to do… How am I supposed to be the Prime for Bee and his team, and Cybertron, if I don't know how to be one for one minicon…"

"You will learn as you go, Sweetspark, as I did." He sighs heavily. "Micronus will not allow us to speak for long, Mariposa. I need to get back to training."

"Training? What for?"

"I am still unsure myself, but I sent you and Bumblebee to prepare for whatever is to come on Earth."

"Understood. Love you."

"I love you too, Sweetspark."

"M-M-Mari?"

I wipe the tears out of my eyes before turning to Fixit. "What's wrong, Sweets?"

"Y-y-you're c-c-crying."

I blink, causing another tear to roll down my cheek. I swipe it away, annoyed, before smiling down at Fixit. "I managed to reach Sire through the Matrix. I haven't heard his voice since we caught Underbite…" I sigh heavily. "Damned Micronus…" I shake my head. "First minicon or not, I don't give a flying frag. I still needs my Dada, Mr. Meany Minicon!"

"D-d-dada?"

"I-I called him that, back before we met. He liked it, when I was still a sparkling, and with my disabilities—glitches—I still regress from time to time. Bumbee was my sparkling name for Bee, after all… He used to call me Flutterby, and he still does when I'm upset…or regressed…"

"M-m-mr. M-m-meany M-m-min-n-nic-c-con?"

"Micronus Prime was the first minicon, so he's only like… four or five feet tall. He's also a colossal jerk, and he's training Sire for something that's coming to this planet. That means he won't let me talk with my Sire when I need to!" I cross my arms, not caring that I look like a pouting sparkling. After a moment, I huff and pull the blankets up before cuddling back into my soon-to-be symbiote and wrapping my arms around him like he's a human-sized teddy bear before nuzzling into his chest.

"Y-you're n-not a sparkling."

I smile slightly, noticing that it's getting easier for him to speak again. "'Gressed. Needs feels."

He smiles slightly. "G-guess it's my t-turn to take c-care of y-you." He sighs softly. "I was starting t-to think you'd d-do everything for m-me, and I'd never g-get to help y-you."

"I wanna helps you 'cause yous been hurted by council, but you needs to helps me too when I 'gress. I no needs mini to helps fight, 'cause I no fights lots, and when I does I haves Bumbee. No wants mini gets hurt anyways. Wuvs mini." I give him a gentle hug before drifting off. He follows suit rather quickly, having exhausted himself during the emotional breakdown and crash.