Author's Note: This one XD is darker than the others ^^;;; you have been warned! XD buttttttttttt it will get better! promise! ^_____^ enjoy!
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"Is he still up there?"
"Yeah."
"Still watching?"
"Yeah."
"Same bot?"
"Yeah."
"He's hooked."
Groove and Hot Spot were leaning against the railing of one of the lower level 'balconies' of the base, their heads lifted to watch the familiar figure of Blades standing at the edge of the Observation Deck, the Mech looking out across the landscape in one particular direction of a rather powerful black SUV that was moving across the landscape just within optical range from the Deck. At this time every evening no matter the weather, Blades would be up there, watching for the flicker of the dark shape to come on the closest point of his patrol route.
"I've never seen him like that."
"I doubt we will ever see him like that again afterwards." Hot Spot sighed softly, shaking his head as he was trying to spot the black shape of Trailbreaker somewhere amongst the distant hills, but failed miserably knowing that his optics couldn't match those of the sharp-eyed Helicopter.
"The break of the Bonds was hardest on him." Groove whispered gently, resting a hand against the strong shoulder of the much taller Mech, leaning in a little closer and just dropping a light kiss against the silky armour. "He's the only one of us that hasn't got anyone special." The slender Mech was curling an arm about the strong waist, leaning in against the heavy armour, delighted in the feeling of being close to his lover like that. The two of them had always been like this, since the beginning their bond had resonated strongly, they didn't openly speak about it to even their Brothers. "I guess having something dependable is good for him right now."
"I don't even think he knows his name, or even seen his robot mode…"
"Do you think it even matters to him?" A finger was gesturing upwards, signalling to the sudden release of gentle sound that carried across the distance. "Listen to him…"
The gentle sound of Cybertronian lyrics filled the air, the surprisingly sweet and elegant melody lifting high into the night air. Like liquid sound it ebbed and flowed slowly, rising and falling gracefully in time with the beat of his Spark. It was a light tenor, perfectly pitched and filled with sorrow and so many emotions that expressed the feeling of a lost Bond. The others Blades had had faded as well, a feeling that had left the Mech stranded and drowning as the others about him moved on… and he couldn't catch up.
He didn't understand… What was love? Why did it steal everyone away from him? He hated it with a passion. Hated the emotion that stole his brothers from him, leaving him alone. It hurt… like a raw wound within his Spark, bleeding out about him, but he would not let anyone see. His singing was his only comfort, singing to the black form that appeared every night like clockwork, something stable and sure that reassured him in a way he couldn't describe.
He did wish to know who it was… but asking about any mech meant others would know of his interest…
Blades paused, listening for the faint response… a gentle whisper of gratitude that came soon and filled his Spark with warmth. It was the only moment during the day that it didn't hurt.
"Maybe we should do something about this… I know… there is nothing we can really do about the Bonds… but… still we could…" Hot Spot was shifting slightly, catching another glimpse of the Helicopter leaning against the rail, looking peaceful for the first time in his entire life.
"He won't let you."
"I… I know that… but still…"
"Call in a favour… Get Trailbreaker here for day, maybe the two of them meeting might be… beneficial."
"My clever Groove, that is a good idea."
"Thankyou."
"Now… since I have you here… maybe I should…"
It hurt.
His blades fanned down slightly against his back, trembling and twitching slightly, the horrible ache in his Spark worsening, his denta gritted together trying to keep down the wave of pain that assaulted him. He almost staggered with the weight of it, the freshly created bond to the newest member of the Protectobots Vanguard, the live bond was like a hot wire slicing through his Spark, the other bonds with his Brothers were half torn already from them pulling away from him… the balance that had existed long since gone.
Staggering slightly, he was stepping out onto the Observation Deck, his internal chrono indicating it was time… that his salvation from the pain would soon…
Droplets of Energon were smeared across the ground before him, a fine misted spray ran across the concrete, darkening it to a sickening dark pink. The taste of Mech fluid suddenly came to him, the familiar scent and odd taste of it on his glossa made him freeze for a moment. He was known for gutting 'Cons, vicious and trying to lash out the only way he knew against the pain, the almost constant agony that had always echoed through his Spark.
The feeling of being left incomplete.
But the taste was almost sickening, his tanks turning over, confusion flickering through his processors for a moment. Why would there be fresh Energon spilt like this? Had someone been attacked?
His Blades were quivering against his back, folding down like the wings of a moth against his body, fluttering slightly in worry, sensing someone was definitely still up here.
Drops became a stream as he moved, dipping around the different levels of the Observation Deck, his optics dropped to the ground, feet moving swiftly… As the stream became a pool… a sickly mix of processed Energon and grey Mech fluid.
He had seen something like this before, beneath the broken frame of a Decepticon. He had been fascinated by it, the swirls of grey against pink-purple, the taste of the fluids sprayed over his skin. But this… this was different. And the sudden overwhelming inclination to purge up everything in his tanks was a sudden horrible realisation of just how deprived… an act it was… It was acceptable to the Autobots, battle was battle, there was no holds barred in fights.
He was not meant to be a brawler, but his anger had consumed him too often…
Vicious words reflected the pain within.
A black shape sprawled within the edges of the pool, a dark almost featureless outline in the gloom of the late evening. With each pulse of a cooling Spark, a new fresh wave of liquid spilled from broken lines in each exposed wrist joint. An Energon blade sat almost innocently nearby, the edge of the razor sharp blade stained with the first drops of life.
Blades stood, frozen as he stared… the familiar black alt Mode glinted in the faint light of his own optics.
His evening companion, beautiful and dying, life draining away…
"…No…"
A tiny whisper of sound escaped him, processors stared to kick in, analysing what he saw before him. His Spark felt like someone had reached inside of it and torn out the centre as he looked at the other unfamiliar Mech.
"No."
It was like a flood, the almost lifeless expression on that face only twitching slightly with the rattling whispers of air sliding through intakes.
"NO!"
And his frame jerked into motion, diving for the black Mech, his hands curling about those wrists, drawing them upwards, his fingers becoming instantly slick as he was trying to stop the flow. The instant he touched him a jolt of recognition rushed through his Spark, which shrieked in joy, the feeling of incompletion lifting suddenly, but the horror raged in his processors replaced it.
It was clear to Blades, the Mech had slit his own lines. Determined to end a life that…
He was shifting awkwardly, the big frame being tugged upwards, the massive shoulders and helm resting against his chassis, so cold against him, that he was shivering, hugging his elbows and forearms around the frame tighter. "Wake up… Please… please wake up…" Blades was whispered frantically as all his internal comm lines were erupting with raw sound, sending up wave after wave of desperate calls for someone to help him… He didn't know what to do… The mech was so cold…
That handsome face rolling slightly against his shoulder, almost knocking him down with the dead weight of that frame, optics a lifeless grey… no response at all to his whispered pleas.
Ratchet and First Aid were responding to his calls… But they were away from base… They had not expected… They had been working on the upgrades needed for Vanguard.
"No…" Fluids were bumbling and frothing up over the tops of his fingers, his grip was not enough to keep it in, his hands barely fitting around those armoured wrists. "No… no… no… no…" Blades was trembling, Spark whirling dangerously fast within his chassis, shedding all the bonds that had half torn free from it… Pulling wildly out of the Gestalt… the thrum of other minds suddenly dying in the back of his own…
His other half was here!
The other half that had been missing for so long…
He didn't understand, but he didn't care.
All that mattered was this Mech, he had to keep him alive at all costs or he would pick up that knife too. He couldn't live after he had discovered the one thing that made life worth living. He didn't know his name… didn't know anything other than the facts that their Sparks were singing to each other like Blades had been doing for Orns.
And his head dipped in forwards, mouth pressing against those slack lips, awkward and so very uncertain quite how to kiss. He was desperate to get a response… anything…
The faintest glitter of crimson flared into life, brilliant and beautiful against those black features.
Blades's helm nuzzled in against the cool one, hugging tighter, his fingers pressing as hard as he could against those slit fuel lines awkwardly positioned beneath heavy armour wrist plating. Soft lips touched against an antenna lightly, awkward and trying to encourage that soft light. "Please… please… don't leave me. I… Please…"
Crimson optics flickered again. Blinking once beneath shutters, before slowly beginning to power up just enough to realise… someone was there with him. Dazed bewilderment touched Trailbreaker's expression, his Spark registering the presence of… it was impossible… utterly… utterly impossible… his other half. The void that had always existed since his creation was suddenly filled, inexplicably by the beautiful mech leaning over him, the soft tingle of heat rested across his lips.
A kiss…
"Thank Primus… I thought… Just hold on… please… please… Ratchet and First Aid will be here soon." Tears were forming in those optics, the warm droplets dripping down and sliding across Tranilbreaker's jaw, he had never… never thought…
He had given up.
He had given up on everything. He was of little use to the Autobots, a defense specialist… who had failed to keep Hound alive, who had failed to protect those about him… Too slow, too weak… too useless… His humour couldn't hide it, his smile had been fading since he had arrived on Earth. His good humour and cheerfulness giving way to the Spark wrenching truth that he was a useless hunch of metal that was not even complete… No matter how he had searched and scoured the universe for his other half, he had never found him.
It was better to end it.
Let him flee his frame and remove an unwanted burden on the Autobot's resources. It was the only way.
He was so… lonely… so desperately lonely.
The only comfort that distant sound… that had come to him every day, touching his Spark and telling him that maybe if he just let go… he could finally feel the other half slip back into place where it belonged.
"Who… are…?" His voice was a rough plea, his chassis shuddering as several systems were already beginning to fail without his fluids in his systems, slowly beginning to shut down. He wanted a name… a name to put to this beautiful face, to the warmth that filled his Spark until he felt it could burst, which drove away all the worries... Before he left… he needed to know…
"Blades." The Mech was drawing those wrists upwards, trying to stop the flow…
The sight of so much Mech fluid terrified him, the bloodthirsty warrior was being torn apart in face of this scene. How could he cut another down? How could he… Oh Primus… what had he done? His anger… his hatred… his desperation… He was meant to be a rescuer… a protector… but he had plunged into battle whenever he could, his hands lifting his rifle or using one of his own blades to slash through another…
Blades. The Protectobot?
"Trailbreaker." He could see the question in those optics, knowing that they hadn't recognised each other… but they had been drawn together anyway…
"Trail…breaker…" The Mech whispered softly.
And suddenly that soft mouth was covering Trailbreaker's lips again, the shy awkwardness of the contact made him smile, the warmth lingering a little longer… before it too was being stolen from him. Shivers were running up and down through the black Mech's frame, so cold… so very cold that he could barely feel the lithe frame curled against his back.
His vision was blurring again, his strength of will fading quickly, his will fading along with it. He was so tired… and that warmth felt so good, his Spark slowly beginning to pull itself free from his frame, slowly loosing its colour as it was slipping away along with him. Trailbreaker had found a moment of happiness, a second when… someone held him close and cared about him… even for a few short breems.
"You… are so… beautiful."
Blades stared, his pale blue optics staring down into the face of the Black coloured Mech that snuggled in against him, body slowly becoming limper and colder in his grasp. His Spark was wailing and he almost was too, his entire frame filled with a wave of sobs. He couldn't loose him! Not now! No… he couldn't, he wouldn't.
"Don't you dare give up on me!" Trailbreaker was being turned, Blades dropping back against a concrete block behind him, The big frame heaved upwards, so that they were chassis to chassis, Sparks trembling wildly together. "Not when I've finally found you."
"I… I'm… so… tired…So… sorry…"
"Don't you dare."
"I… can't…"
"You can't or you wont?"
"I…"
Trailbreaker was slipping, being dragged backwards towards the darkness that lurked just beyond him, he had thought it welcoming at first… but suddenly a jolt of terror screamed through him. If he went… if he allowed it to take him… the warmth… that Spark would be torn from him… He would be incompletely again!
He was clawing at the light… the faint heat… What was he doing? What had he done?
That other half of himself was here.
He wasn't alone!
There was a light… a promise of more…
He needed that light… But the cold dark hand was closing about him, dragging him away, gripping on him almost physically… So cold. He made a decision. Reaching out for another as he drowned in that blackness.
"…Save…me…"
Drowning in the cold.
His crimson optics were wide, staring upon the face that was blurred by those tears that dripped down onto his face.
"BLADES!" The cry of his name was breaking his Spark into tiny pieces, the black Mech quivering as his optics dimmed dangerously, his Stasis lock protocols couldn't engage. "Please…"
He didn't know what to do. He wasn't a medic! He didn't know!
His other half was dying and there was nothing he could…
Ratchet and First Aid.
Sparkbond.
If he couldn't hold him here physically then he would have to do it another way, the mere thought of it was like Energon to a starving bot. Bond… he needed…
"…Save… me…"
He was still shrieking for First Aid, even vocally, his voice lifting in pitch, his vocals almost hoarse. But his brother was still too far… too far away to save Trailbreaker. And he was staring down into those crimson optics as they suddenly flickered brightly just once before dying…. The body slumped in his grip, cold and heavy.
The whisper of his own name the last thing to pass those lips.
"TRAILBREAKER!!!!!!!!"
Rolling the black frame onto his back, hands were tugging at the black armour, disregarding anything and everything, soon exposing the Spark casing. He had flash welded the Energon and mech fluid lines in those wrists, a dangerous, very reckless thing to do… but it kept the rest of the fluids in for just a little while, freeing up his slick hands. Roughly feeling over the surface of the casing he was trying to find the manual override… His own frame stretched over the cold… cold body, trying to warm it frantically. His armour clattering about him, his casing already cycling open, he had never done this before.
He had never even interfaced before…
But soon enough that casing was cycling, the white-blue Spark was already translucent, flickering and fading as Primus or whatever force was tugging it away from the lifeless frame.
Blades wouldn't let anyone take Trailbreaker from him.
"Mine!" He snarled at the universe, suddenly dropping forwards, forcefully activating his connector systems for the first time. Their bodies fitting together perfectly completely each other like they had always meant to. "YOU HEAR ME! HE'S MINE! I won't let you have him. I refuse to let you have him."
And his hands reached for the Energon blade, picking it up and hacking at his exposed systems, cutting at several feeder tubes that ran from his fuelpump, the tip of the blade sliced into the connection points. Pain jolting him as he was abruptly tearing out his own cabling to suddenly jam it up against several of Trailbreaker's fading systems, forcing a connection to be made… And Blades's own fluids were suddenly pulsing from within him into the black Mech who was almost double his size, but with each pulse… heat flared out along Trailbreaker's systems, filling his back up…
His Spark was tugging itself free from his casing, and it was plunging downwards in a rush, a fine net of filaments spread out from his Spark, curling and coiling tightly about the ghostly remains of Trailbreaker's stolen Spark. He was forcing it, pushing hard, driving the Bond on, breaking through firewalls, through every barrier that the other mech had… Filling the void in-between with his desperation and unexplainable love he felt.
His love melted those barriers, which dropped suddenly about him. The threads that wove around Trailbreaker's Spark took rapidly, spreading outwards, forging a fresh Bond from the broken ashes of the others the Mech used to carry. Waves of energy were crashing through Trailbreaker's Spark, Blades willingly giving up everything to revive the other. He could here others calling from somewhere far away… the sound of feet…
'Come back to me!'
'I…'
'Come back to me Trailbreaker, come back to me and I promise. I promise you won't ever be alone again.'
A wall of love filled Trailbreaker, overflowing, an emotion Blades never knew he carried within his Spark just waiting to meet his other half. There was no room for doubt.
A hand reached out towards the other, stretching across the expanding void.
And suddenly he felt the other gripping him in return, tentatively returning the feelings along the sudden and rather abruptly formed Sparkbond.
'You… you came for me…?'
'Always.' Blades reassured, their frames shuddering together, linked together in more way sense.
First Aid and Ratchet spilled from the doorway out onto the Observation Deck, and stared for a long moment at the two entwined frames. Both of the Mechs were covered in slick fluids that glittered eerily in the bright lights as Hot Spot suddenly appeared too… Staring at the two entwined figures.
"BLADES!" And the Medics were running towards them…
Darkness curled across the edge of his vision as he held tightly to the frame beneath him, finishing his side of the uneven Sparkbond, flooding it with love and warmth. As he was slowly sliding into the cool embrace of Stasis lock as his fluids continued to be pumped into Trailbreaker, bringing the cold freezing frame to life. A soft groan escaped the black Mech as he stirred ever so slightly, fingers clutching at Blades's armour, desperate not to let go…
"I… couldn't let him go…"
Before the darkness claimed him suddenly… His body collapsing suddenly against Trailbreaker's frame, optics offlining as he dropped abruptly into shock and severe Energon depletion… just as medics reached them.
DUN DUN DUN!!!!!!! XDDDDDDDDD sorry XD can't help but have a cliffy!