Disclaimer:

This story and my oc's belong to me. That means Alphawing, Stormwing, Sigma Prime, Aura, Desiree, Spark, Fadeout (name to be change), and my baddies (to be named later) are all MINE

Transformers Animated and cast belong to...Hasbro.

Pairings: None as of yet

Summary: After being saved by a pair of mysterious transformers, the Autobots are dragged into an age old war that happened even before the Great War began. Just who are these two transformers, and what do they have to do with two unknown humans, a miniature transformer called a Minicon...and the Jet Twins?

Transformers Animated
Forgotten Past

Chapter 2
Where is my brother?

One thought flowed through his darkening mind as something wrapped around him and he slipped into stasis lock.

'Forgive me...Brother...'

His optics slowly flickered on as a groan left him.

Where was he? What happened? Is he...

His optics widened as his processor finally registered what had happened.

He sat up with a jolt only to collapse back down and grab his chest as a jolt of agonizing pain swept through his circuitry.

Looking down, he noticed some bandages wrapped around his chest.

"What-"

"I wouldn't move around too much if I were you, Youngling. Don't want you injured more than you already are, do we?"

He turned his head back and forth, trying to find the owner of the voice.

"Who is being there? Be showing yourself now." He said, worry creeping into his circuitry.

Movement to his left caught his attention.

Looking over, he spotted a shadowed figure leaning over a computer screen. The only noticeable features he could see on the figure, where two plane wings and the transformer looking form.

The bot stood back up from its perch over the screen and turned around, standing just a foot or two taller than himself.

His optics widened and he gasped as a symbol was revealed when one of the wings passed into the light. 'Decepticon?'

A strange looking Decepticon stood with his gun pointed forward, a grin on his ugly faceplate.

Floating slightly in front of him was his brother, a gaping hole in his chest dangerously close to his spark chamber.

The unknown Decepticon reached towards his seemingly offlined brother, followed by a great explosion.

"BROTHER!" Jetsfire shouted, eyes snapping open as he jolts up off the table he was laying on.

"Easy there, kid. I haven't fully repaired you just yet, so I wouldn't be moving around too much." said a friendly voice.

"Huh? Who is being there?" He asked, looking around.

A familiar figure walked the rest of the way through the door and into the room.

Jetfire tilted his head to the side curiously.

"You is being the Grumpy Docbot, right?" He asked, gaining a groan from the other.

"The name's Ratchet, Kid. Now lay back down and hold still so I can finish fixing you up." Ratchet said, coming over and grabbing some tool from a nearby table.

"Okie for dokie" He said, gently laying back down as the pain slowly began to ebb.

"Where is we being?" Jetfire asked after a few minutes.

Ratchet continued fixing him, but answered. "You're back on the Elite Guard Flag Ship. Which is now on Earth."

"Earth?" Ratchet nodded.

"Yep. And Sentinel 'asked' me to come and fix you up...Must've been one nasty battle you all were in, Kid. Kid?" Ratchet looked down at the orange jet when he became very quiet.

Jetfire had a very confused and disturbed look on his faceplate, causing him to become worried.

"What's wrong, Kid?"

Jetfire stayed silent for another moment before looking worriedly up at Ratchet, stunning him with his next words.

"What battle is you be talking about?"

Jazz walks into the med. room, talking with Prowl beside him.

"...Maybe some time I could show you how to do that rad move, dig?"

Prowl just nodded in reply.

Jazz then turned to look at Ratchet, still working on Jetfire, but with a look on his faceplate that instantly worried Jazz.

Prowl seemed to have picked up on it too as he tensed beside Jazz.

"Yo, Ratchet, how's the little guy doin?" Jazz asked.

Ratchet leaned up and looked over at the pair, Jetfire himself glancing at them before smiling, easing Jazz's worry.

"Hello Mr. Jazz sir and Mr. Prowl, how is you being this solar cycle?"

Jazz smiled as he stopped beside the table, inwardly cringing at the sight of the damaged jet. 'Poor kid...'

"I'm cool, 'Fire. You're not lookin too hot though."

Ratchet turned back to fixing up Jetfire, but answered. "The kid's gonna be fine. Just a few patch ups and bang out a few dents."

The two ninja-bots could tell there was something Ratchet was keeping from them, but didn't want to ask out in fear of worrying Jetfire.

=Yo, Ratchet...What is it you're not telling us?= Jazz spoke over a private com with Ratchet and Prowl.

=It seems that battle of yours did more damage than I had originally thought...= Ratchet said, not turning away from fixing Jetfire, who was just staring up at the ceiling boredly.

Jazz glanced over at him worriedly.

=Is he..=

=No, thank Primus. He'll live, but...=

The two cyber-ninja's tensed when Ratchet paused, also reaching over to grab a new tool from the table beside him.

=I believe Jetfire is suffering from...Amnesia...=

Jazz whipped his head around to look at Ratchet in surprise as Prowl flinched and narrowed his eyes, now deep in thought.

=How much?=

Ratchet sighed aloud, luckily Jetfire had grown weary and slipped into recharge already.

Ratchet started putting up his tools as he spoke. "That's all I can do for now. I'll return later to finish up the last of his repairs. It was lucky you found him when you did. Any longer and he would've been offlined."

Prowl looked up then, stating calmly. "And his memory?"

Ratchet sigh heavily and slightly drawn out.

"I don't know the full extent just yet...But it seems he remembers nothing of the battle he and Jetstorm were in. And from the sounds of it...I don't think he remembers Jetstorm either..."

The two cyber-ninja's snapped their heads up, horror mirrored on both of their faceplates.

"You jiving me?"

Ratchet raised an optic rim in confusion before shaking his head.

"I wish I was wrong too, but it's the truth."

He then turns to look at Jetfire as he peacefully recharged, Jazz and Prowl's gaze following.

Jazz placed a servo on Ratchet's shoulder, speaking. "Let's just hope that this time...you're wrong." Ratchet sighed. "Me too..."

Jetfire stood out on the outskirts of Detroit City, staring at all the happenings of daily life.

He was content to just sit there and watch all the organics scuttling around like Glitchmice, but something seemed off. He was unsure what, but something seemed wrong...missing.

He suddenly felt a servo on his shoulder, spotting a familiar faceplate when he turned and looked behind him. His own faceplate smiled in recognition.

"Brother! It is being you!"

He pulled back from giving Jetstorm a hug, smiling brightly.

"Where you be being brother? I has been looking everywhere for you!"

Jetstorm smiled at his brother.

"I am being fine, Brother. I be safe now."

Jetfire smiled and hugged him again.

"I was missing you, Brother. I was being afraid those badness bots had gotten you, but you be being here now."

Jetfire looked up worriedly when Jetstorm didn't respond.

'Why Brother be suddenly feeling cold?' He thought confused.

Looking up, Jetfire's optics widened as he noticed the color slowly draining out of Jetstorm.

"Brother! What be happening?"

Jetfire grabbed his shoulders and shook him, staring anxiously up into Jetstorm's dulling visor.

A sudden strong force blasted Jetfire back, sending him crashing into the ground.

He groaned as he lifted himself into a sitting position, rubbing his head as he looked around for what, or who, had hit him.

All thoughts of what hit him vanished when he spotted Jetstorm, barely any color remained and strange, black tendrils were coiling up half his body.

"Brother!"

Jetfire jumped up and bolted over towards Jetstorm, startled when he dissipated into a puff of smoke. Because of this sudden disappearance, Jetfire was unable to catch himself and tumbled to the ground.

Sitting up on his knees, Jetfire turned around and looked at the spot where Jetstorm had stood only a few nanoseconds ago.

Only the black tendrils remained, swaying back and forth as if graceful dancers.

Jetfire could only stare in confusion, and slight fear, as the tendrils came together and slowly wove into a solid mass. Color slowly materialized on the figure's armor, dark colors almost undistinguishable, a hauntingly familiar face to the figure.

A grin spread across his face as he looked down on the shaking Jet.

"We meet again, little one..."

The Decepticon…

It was the same strange Decepticon that had suddenly shown up and blind-sided him... the same one that had...

Jetfire grabbed his head in pain as visions of the battle flew across his vision, showing the Decepticon attack him. He then appeared behind Jetstorm, blowing a hole clean through him before reaching out to finish him off and being swallowed by a bright light.

Jetfire blinked as his vision returned and the pain in his processor went away.

He then looked up, the Decepticon still standing there, the same grin still on his faceplate.

Jetfire's optics narrowed, a frown forming on his faceplate.

This was the 'con who had attacked him, foiling their plan and nearly offlining him. The same bot who had also attacked his brother, possibly offlining him as well.

Jetfire's hands burst into flames as his body heated up in rage. The ground itself began to slowly sizzle as his temper reached its peak.

He had the satisfaction of seeing the 'con lose his smirk and look at him worriedly, if slightly fearful.

He offlined his optics in an attempt to keep from jumping the Decepticon now and melting him into scrap metal.

Jetfire snapped his optics online and glared menacingly at the slowly withering 'con, speaking five little words that would seal the Decepticons fate.

"Where is my brother being?"

I wanted to beam myself when I tortured poor Jetfire with Jetstorm. *is shot* And just who is this Decepticon? What's he got to do with everything? And who were the two in the beginning? It makes me soo excited, and I'M the one writing it. But to find out what happens next (and what Jetfire's gonna do to the 'con) you gotta wait for the next chappie. ^-^