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Bluestreak

We step back into the medical bay with Silverwing, and I hand her over to Ratchet before leaning against the wall. I trust my guardian explicitly.

"Mommy threatened Gipsy's shoulders for it!"

Ratchet glares at me. "What?"

"She plays dirty. She hit Striker's angel wings in the past, and she hit Silva's doorwings just now. Her shoulder plates are sensitive too." I shrug. "I figure she won't learn unless someone gives her a taste of her own medicine."

"Well…" Ratchet sighs. "I've repaired her doorwings, but…"

"Ratch? What's wrong with Silva?"

He sighs heavier. "She needs spark bonds, soon. Her spark is already starting to fade without them."

I sigh heavily. "I can form one with her now, but Graham can't, and neither can Mako. If it's not someone who's drifted, with her being a jaeger…"

Ratchet's optics widen in shock. "A bond with any other Cybertronian could cause more harm than good."

"Just my point, Ratch."

"I'll do it."

"But Blue—"

He sighs heavily. "I'm willing to drift with you to save her, just like I was willing to wait forever for you, when you mentioned being too young to bond when we met."

"And I'm grateful for that, but…" I look down. "Blue, you think Praxus or Chicago was bad? These monsters cause more damage than any Cybertronian I've met, and they're known to eat humans. I've seen it before, when I was here storing Cybertronium."

Ratchet gasps before turning to me, horrified. "YOU WHAT!?"

I sigh heavily. "I was gathering Cybertronium when the alarms went off, and I wasn't close enough to a shelter, so I shifted forms and hid behind a silo. I watched it munch a couple workers, before Crim showed. That's how I found out that kaiju were real, and found the Shatterdome."

Bluestreak's still adamant. "I'm not letting her go off-line just because I could be traumatized."

I cross my arms. "Again."

Ratchet sighs heavily. "You're not going to sway him on this one, Star."

I sigh heavily before turning to my now-Cybertronian jaeger. "How do you feel about that, Star?"

"Huh?"

Ratchet sighs. "Spark bonds are based on compatibility, just like the drift. Trust me, it's going to be your best option."

"Ratch—"

"Your sparkling is going to need it's Sire, and be able to feel that bond, just like Silverwing."

I nod. I hate giving in, but Ratch has a point. "But what about Graham?"

"You are still part-human, my Starlight, as is Silverwing. I am certain Silverwing will want a human father, too."

"But a Cybertronian spouse, and a human one? That's against everything I've ever known!"

"And it is perfectly normal for our kind."

"My final decision has to depend on Silva." I turn to her. "How would you feel about Bluestreak drifting with us, then becoming your Cybertronian father?"

She looks up at me from the berth. "What about Graham?"

I sigh softly. "We may still get married someday, and you'd have step-siblings then, but this is a lot more urgent."

"And Blue would be my Daddy?"

I smile slightly. "The Cybertronian term is Sire, but yes."

"I've never had a Daddy before!" She turns to him nervously. "You're not gonna hurt me like Mommy's Daddy did, right?"

Blue and I share a look, then he sighs heavily. "No, Sweetspark. And once this kaiju war is over, no one will ever hurt you again."

She turns to me. "Promise?"

I nod. "We promise."

"Then I'm okay." She hops off the table before going into her halfway form and running out the door. "Come on, let's go!"

Bluestreak and I share a look before laughing. "She's got my energy, and Mako's hair."

"Would my holoform change her appearance?"

I shrug. "Maybe. No clue. Gips' did when Mako drifted, though."


Jaeger Bays

Herc walks over to Bluestreak and I. "What are you doing?"

I sigh heavily. This, is one thing, I wanted to avoid. I take a deep breath before blurting it out as fast as I can. "Ratchet-said-Silverwing-needed-to-have-spark-bonds-but-she-has-to-drift-with-the-creators. Since-Mako-doesn't-have-a-spark-Blue-decided-to-drift-with-me."

"What?"

Bluestreak sighs. "I'm drifting with her, in holoform, and I dare any of you to stop me." His doorwings twitch before moving to Prowl's usually stoic V.

"Blue…"

He turns to me before sighing. "Sorry."

I shake my head before patting his shoulder. "It's all right. I'd have gone off worse than you did." I shift down to my human form. "Now, let's get you into a jaeger!"

He shifts into holoform before we turn to watch Silverwing shift into her jaeger form—complete with doorwings. "Right behind you."

I glance up at Silverwing as Herc and I lead him to get a circuitry suit, as well as change into my own light blue one.


We step into the conn pod together. "Test drift, or—"

"Test to start with. We are dealing with the last survivor of Praxus, after all, and he was killed in Chicago, which was a memory I had to block off because I couldn't stand losing him." I sigh heavily. "Just be grateful we hadn't bonded."

"Wouldn't that be good?"

I sigh heavily, mentally kicking myself. "While good in theory, I probably wouldn't be able to drift with Mako, or even have a jaeger, let alone a daughter, because of spark break."

Bluestreak sighs heavily. "She'd be dead."

I turn to the comms once we're secure. "So don't bring it up to the mech I believe may have loved me since I was fourteen. Praxus will be bad enough for him, and Chicago will be worse here than Ratch ever was for me with Mako."

"I'll make sure weapons are disabled for this test."

"Thanks, Herc."

I turn to Bluestreak. "You ready?"

He nods. "As I'll ever be."

I nod back. "We're ready."

Initiating…neural handshake.

"Remember, don't chase the RABIT. Stay in the drift. The drift is silence."

Neural interface Drift initiated.

I see our pasts in my mind. It's all I can do not to gasp when I see Praxus, and Prowl pulling him free. It wouldn't do for me to latch onto one of his memories, even though I can sense him starting to.

"BLUESTREAK!" A single shot, and he's as down as Que is, minus the decapitation. "NOOOOOOOOOO!" I fall to my knees, then crumple to the floor.

I have to fight to stay in the drift.


CONTROL ROOM

Tendo turns from a machine. "They're out of alignment."

"Both of them?"

Tendo shakes his head. "It's just the bot."

Herc sighs heavily. "Not again." He steps forward and grabs the mic. "Star, Star! Blue's out of alignment!"


STAR WARRIOR

Herc's voice comes over the comms. "Blue is out of alignment."

I sigh heavily. I'm glad I learned to control my drift, because now Bluestreak needs me. "It's all right, Blue."

"Out of alignment. Code red."

Tendo takes over the mic. "He's starting to chase the rabbit!"

I turn in my harness. Like Mako, I'm starting to understand Raleigh's position more than ever. "Don't get stuck in a memory. Stay with me. Stay in the now. Don't engage in a memory. Blue! Listen to me!" I sigh heavily. "Blue?" I blink when I turn to the sparklings and reach through them to him.


We're in Praxus, during the attack—that much I can tell from what images I've seen in datapads. Blue's just a youngling, huddled inside a destroyed building much like I had been in Chicago. I can hear seekers flying overhead, and bombs exploding. I know the place is practically leveled, unlike Chicago was. "Blue."

"They're—"

"Easy, Mech. It's all right." I sigh heavily. "Mako lost her family—frag it, so many people did—when Onibaba attacked." I sigh heavily. "When she and Raleigh first drifted, she chased the RABIT too—badly. But because she did, Raleigh learned what Stacker was to her. Later on, she and Raleigh were the only ones that could go against Otachi and Leatherback because Gips was analog. She handled that drift perfectly." I smile weakly. "The same thing happened the first time I got into a jaeger. I got locked on the memory of when I lost Ratch. He was surprised—hell, I was surprised—when my memory wasn't Chicago." I smile when he starts to calm. "Trust me, first drifts are the hardest, especially when you've suffered trauma. The veterans—the ones who are more used to keeping themselves in control during a drift—won't be as likely to get caught up in one, but the newbies usually do—especially if they've been through as much trauma as you and Mako have."

"A-and you have?"

"Yes, I have." I smile. "I've even seen Mako's memory. Blue, she was eight—same age as Silverwing. Silva's got her memories, and yours, and mine."

Bluestreak looks down. "I—I—"

"Don't. Don't. It's all right. It was gonna happen anyway." I glance over him once. "You were her age too."

"I—I was…" He sighs. "How do we get out of this?"

"With Mako and I, they had to shut the test down."

"I don't want to…"

"Try to focus on my voice, just like we used to do when you had a flashback."

"O-okay."

"We're not in Praxus anymore. We're on Earth now. Chicago may have been similar, but we stopped it from being too similar."

"Even though we didn't save everyone."

I scoff. "Now that's on my spark, not yours." I sigh heavily, then return to a mantra I use when Bluestreak's PTSD acts up. It's changed a lot since the last time I used it, of course, but this is the first time he's panicked like this since we revived him. "The kaiju may do similar damage, as I mentioned with Mako, but we won once, and we will again. We've got a plan."


"Your plan, right?"

I nod as I look around. We're back in the conn pod. "My plan. I learned more than just how to play chess from Prowl, after all." I smirk. "Though, I was able to beat Chase more than once on Griffin Rock."

"How did you manage that?"

"Mech with PTSD, who was my guardian. I learned how to help him at the same time he learned how to help me." I sigh heavily. "Did you have to pull the plug?"

He sighs. "We were about to when he stabilized."

I look up at an alarm. "Don't tell me!"

Bluestreak shrugs. "You realize there hasn't been one in two weeks, right?"

"That much is understood. This is the second time where I was running some kind of test, and the alarms went off!"

"Is Blue stable enough to run this with you, or do we need Mako?"

Bluestreak and I share a look. "He's good."

"And your drift is stable." I hear a soft chuckle. "Stronger than anything I've seen—even with you and Mako."

I smirk. "Consider this test, passed." I turn to him. "Now, this is combat. Don't. Chase. The RABIT."

Bluestreak nods before repeating the mantra. "We're not in Praxus anymore. We're on Earth now." He smiles. "I'll be okay." He sighs. "But you'll—"

'Mind-link. Just pay attention to me. Mako would tell you I never shut up in here, and so would Silva, but I never speak a word…until the fight's over, at least.'

'Cool. It's like a spark bond.'

'A temporary one, as long as you stay in the drift.' I shrug. 'If you drift with someone long enough, it can seem like one—a real one, that is.'


Two Hours Later, Our Suite

Bluestreak and I return to the suite we share with Graham in our Cybertronian forms, swinging an eager 8-year-old jaeger between us. It's time for us to form the bonds she so desperately needs.

We sit in a row on Bluestreak's berth, being far too large for my own personal bed. I turn to her and sigh softly. This had been explained to me when I was sixteen, by Ratchet, as one of my lessons about carriers and sparklings. "It's well-practiced when one takes in a sparkling from the well. We're not going to hurt you." I sigh softly. "Now, I'm going to open my chest plates. You can touch my spark if you want to—it's expected of the sparkling, because they're naturally drawn to it."

Bluestreak sighs. "Just don't get rough. You need to be careful. Shey is carrying." I nod before Bluestreak continues from earlier. "Once the carrier bond is formed, I'll do the same thing."

She smiles. "So… It's your way of adopting someone."

I smile. "Yes." I turn to her and open my chest plates. The bright azure glow pours from my chest and fills the dim room with light.

She gasps softly. "Beautiful." She turns to me. "It's like nothing I've seen before."

She reaches toward it, but pulls her hand back quickly when she sees my optics watching her intently. "Go ahead, Silva. You won't hurt any of us just by touching it."

She reaches forward and brushes her fingertips against my spark chamber. She moves closer and puts her hands around my spark, still staring into the glow. It's like she can't turn away from it, and I can feel the carrier bond forming. She's so focused on my spark she doesn't even notice when I pull her into my lap. After another minute, she pulls her hands away from it and curls up against me.

I move her back slightly. "Silva?"

"'m fine, Mommy."

Content with her sleepy-sounding answer, I turn to the mech beside us. "Blue?"

Bluestreak nods and opens his plating. Silverwing crawls into his lap and brushes a hand against his spark. After a minute she cups her hands around it as she had mine.

Once Bluestreak closes his plating, she turns to him. "Why wasn't it as strong?"

I sigh as I take her from him. "Sire bonds aren't as strong right away. They form slowly, over time. It'll get there."

She nods. "Thanks, Carrier—right?"

I nod. "Yes. Carrier for me, Sire for Blue." I shift forms, causing her to do the same. "Now, let's get you to bed, sleepyhead."

Bluestreak smiles behind us as she giggles. "You rhymed, Mommy!"

I smile down at her. "Did I?"