Author's Note: I know I haven't updated in ten thousand years, but I just got over the lump of this chapter. Barricade is not easy to write...anyways, thank you for the reviews of the previous chapter and I hope that you enjoy this one all the same.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers.
Chapter 14: For You
I am a vision
I am justice
Never thought that I could love
Living in shadows
Fading existance
It was never good enough
Within the darkness
You are the light that shines the way
But you're trapped in violence
I can be the man who saves the day
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The scary mech's claws were cold when they touched Starscream's tiny figure.
Already, the little seeker was shaking out of fear and contempt; he had never felt so helpless nor so angry at another mech for putting him in the position that he was. Starscream could not have been more upset, yet there was nothing that he could do and the black Decepticon's persuasion was soaken up like a sponge. Unable to hold back the tears of hate, they pooled into his optics and clouded them for a brief moment, the little one squeezing them shut as he was prepared to be taken up by the evil mech. He sniffed once; but then there was a battle cry.
"DON'T YOU TOUCH HIIIIIIIIIM!!" came the roar of rage from the left, making Starscream's orbs snap back open.
In that single instance a blur of silver collided with white and black, the special OPS agent throttling the other into the hard, unforgiving dirt. Snarling and cursing, Jazz gave a single, good kick into the other mech's face and the Decepticon was thrown back, falling on a section of rocks that swooped him off his feet and held him there. Jazz buzzed for a brief moment in spite before whirling around, hurtling the youngling into his arms, giving a quick thumbs-up to Sideswipe and then dashing out of the protected area like an overzealous Red Alert.
"J-Jazz?!" Starscream cried over the explosions and fighting, surprised that the other had come to his rescue.
"I'm here for ya, buddy! Now, let's see if we—"
The silver mech was cut off when a flail intercepted his pathway and he was thrown to the side, Starscream crying out as he was parted from his guardian, rolling a few times before his frail frame came to a halt. Two missiles seared the sky above him, accompanied by a round of four following, their sound alone making his spark quake with fear as they hit their destination: the Ark. As the explosives and defenseless orange metal collided, the combination erupted into a deafening explosion that shook the ground and made the little seeker scream. For a moment, in the midst of the wild and chaos, all he could know and feel was what his spark told him and the biggest question he asked: Was Optimus still alive?
As flames swathed the mountainside and smoked curled, Starscream weakly got to his feet and watched with horror as his home and his family burned.
His spark froze in time.
Optimus.
It couldn't be happening!
Optimus!!
A small 'eep' slipped out as the beige seeker was pulled from his spot on the ground and into arms, making him punch and cry out as he attempted to escape from his captor. The grey, thick armor repented, however, and did nothing to ease the little one's terror about his situation. As he glanced up, all Starscream could see was the fire and brooding, dark manifestation of the monster creep to life in cold, red optics.
"Target acquired, Lord Megatron. What is our next phase of the plan?" Blackout inquired, watching with smug satisfaction as Barricade shoved the limp Jazz off of him and pulled himself together.
In a last beckon of hope, the young seeker turned his gaze to the wreckage, the death, begging for but a moment that Optimus would emerge from them unscathed.
'Kill the rest of the Autobots. We're taking Starscream home.'
"Right, sir. Barricade, take the child."
The black and white mech sighed as he took the sparkling again, not wanting to deal with a sporadic occurrence if he could avoid it. But that was too much to ask for, wasn't it?
The sparkling started crying.
"Oh Primus, no…" grumbled the Decepticon.
But what came next is what stopped Barricade from trying to get the little one to silence his wails. Instead, his own spark seemed to halt in its path as he watched the tiny form of the youngling in his arm twist half-heartedly and attempt to reach a mech that his common sense knew was gone, but his tiny spark begged not to be true.
"O…opi…opi, come back!" he whimpered, energon tears streaming down his cheeks, "Don't leave me, no! Come back…!"
"Come back, opi!"
For some reason, to all of Barricade's abilities, he couldn't move or even think outside of the memory that suddenly captured his CPU, pushing against his cold, reasoning personality, brief flashes of his own brutal recollections stinging at his spark. Yes, damn it all, he was a Decepticon, but he was a mech and was once a sparkling all the same, and he couldn't help but abruptly feel like he was millions of years back in his past. Back in the Golden Age of the Cybertron, but a time, for him, that seemed darker than now.
"Come back, opiluk! Dani, don't leave me! Don't go away…"
No…
I promise…
Don't start here, not now!
I promise.
You were supposed to be nothing but a dream!
Protect him, Barricade. Do it for me…please!
"Barricade!" Blackout snapped, storming before the smaller mech. "What's wrong with you?! Let's go!"
The silver and black Transformer captured the larger one's gaze for a long, drowned moment before four, crimson optics narrowed. "No."
With that, he ran.
Then came a huge sound; it was almost like an explosion, the earth beneath the Saleen's feet rumbling for a moment as an enormous indent appeared in the ground beside him. Shocked optics stared at the mark for a moment before, in absolute shock, he realized it was an imprint of a fist. Something was here. Something really, really big.
RUN!
Barricade took the hint and made so fast into the desert, open area, that in a flash he was gone and Blackout was barely keeping up to pace with him. However, the smaller knew nothing but the means for an escape, pumping his legs, staring straight into the dull, low rise of the horizon before him. Starscream was silent, now, keeping bound to Barricade's side and folding into arm almost perfectly.
Another indenture suddenly appeared on the Saleen's right as he pivoted and turned left, nearly backtracking to the Ark again before he shifted and headed straight for the city. There was no way he would be able to escape whatever was trying to pound him into the ground, not with this amount of open space. Thus, he thanked the humans for at least having enough common sense to use their environment to their own advantage before shifting into his alt. form. Starscream was packed inside, the seats laying flat as Barricade charged through the dirt landscape.
Oh, Primus, this is going to be the end of me, he muttered to himself as yet another indent slammed into the rocky soil next to him. By the Matrix!
'What is that, Barricade?' Blackout asked over the comm. link as he soared above him in helicopter mode.
'It's…Unicron!' the Saleen returned, taking another turn to avoid another spark-trembling punch.
'Unicorn doesn't exist!'
'He does now!'
'Starscream!'
The voice surprised Barricade nearly out of his shell; a voice, all too familiar, encased in a body that was nothing but alien to him. A small, but equally powerful, yellow car was powerhousing his way through the desert, easily keeping up with Barricade on his own accord. But that voice…blasted Autobots! They tricked them all!
'Bumblebee!' Starscream returned, pressing his face against the passenger window. 'You're alive!'
'I'm alive; we all are. We took tunnels beneath the Ark that the Dinobots showed us. Optimus and the rest are going to meet us just beyond the city and we're going to get the frag off this planet before we destroy it!' the golden scout returned, dodging a strike that threatened to offline him permanently.
'Opi…opi is alive?! He is?!' the youngling exclaimed, a smile spreading across his features.
There was a gentle silence, Bumblebee probably smiling himself, before he responded quietly, 'Without a scratch.'
Barricade paused a moment, noting the sigh of relief and tears, and wishing he had shared that kind of relief in his own lifetime. But for now, there was nothing he could do. For now, he still had a job to do.
'I'm following Megatron's orders,' he began, directed at the Autobot, 'So unless he states otherwise, I'm still under direct confirmation that I'm going to return Starscream to him.'
The frustration and the eagerness to smack the Decepticon was apparent in the silence following. 'Listen, you…you…stupid Decepticon, Megatron suck-up!' the yellow scout shouted in a way that none of them had heard before, 'Unicron's trying to take Starscream away to use his singing abilities to destroy everything and you're worried about orders? Give me a break! Now hand him over or face my wrath! AND Unicron's!'
The Saleen didn't reply, giving the other a nasty glare if he could do so, before swerving away from yet another punch; it was strange in itself, the structure of the "invisible" enemy. With his precise vision, he could almost depict a slight glimmer around the outline of his form…
Jerking out of the way just in time, rocks and debris flew as a clear object came in contact with the earth's crust and Barricade took off with the best of his ability, knowing full well that there was nothing else this thing was after besides Starscream. After all…oh Primus. Oh Primus. His dream had been true! Things…things had come to be reality! Bumblebee and Blackout were right beside him and…but…this was impossible! It was supposed to be just a dream!!
'Barricade, watch out!' Bumblebee cried, just as a strike came down upon the earth and a blue shock rippled over the soil.
The two ground vehicles cried out in pain, Starscream following suit before they hurled to a stop. Blackout flipped once before transforming and landing with a hard 'thud' and then swiftly turning about, dashing up to Saleen. "Respond, Barricade."
Silence.
"Respond, dammit!"
"Well, well, well…" a smooth voice said behind the helicopter, "if it isn't Megatron's new second. I'm shocked that you'd be by Barricade when Megatron is in need right now."
The large one turned slowly, crimson optics narrowing as he shifted and saw who dared speak to him like that. Then, they widened. "Bonecrusher?"
There was a soft laughter, one that sent a shiver up the other's spinal cords, before he said, "I'm not Bonecrusher. I am something much, much worse."
The realization came hard and fast and nearly made Blackout want to hurl—he hadn't believed a single word Barricade had said, but something about Bonecrusher…those ugly green optics boring down into his spark didn't set right with him at all. "Y-you're…" he stuttered, orbs wide, "You're Unicron."
"Good job and welcome to the game," the other said with a smirk as he brought down his barrel cannon before he began circling around the helicopter. "You know what the object of the game is, and you know who's on the opposite side. The question now is which one you're going to chose."
Blackout stalled for a moment, lost in his trance before it cracked and his optics narrowed before he glanced up at the former Decepticon. Whatever he was. It was. "I bow to only one power, you fool! And that's Megatron!"
Suddenly, the two Transformers previously thought unconscious shifted into their bipedal forms, all the while firing at Bonecrusher. Caught unawares, the offending enemy screeched in outrage before the three bolted from their current positions, Starscream out cold in Barricade's arms. Bonecrusher, however, was not far behind as they made a mad dash for the city.
"We have to find cover, call Megatron to let us know of our position—" Barricade began.
"No! You saw what Bonecrusher was like; Unicron's probably listening over the comm. link!" Bumblebee cut in.
The two Decepticons glared at him. "You have a better idea?" the Saleen growled.
For a moment, the yellow 'bot said nothing before he glanced at Starscream, saying softly, "Starscream has a special bond with Optimus. They can speak to one another without anyone else knowing…"
"Well, we're at a little disadvantage there, aren't we?" Blackout scoffed.
"And so do I," Bumblebee added. "I'm…his son."
"You're Prime's son?" the two gaped, a little shock that a creator would put their own offspring in battle.
Bumblebee grinned, then fired over his shoulder and was returned with a loud and obnoxious cry.
"I'll get you, fragging pit-spawned slagger!" was added for the final touch, making the Autobot smirk.
"I'll contact Optimus and we'll get to the newly-built Ark on the opposite side of the city, and if we lose Bonecrusher in the city, it'll be all for the better," Bumblebee replied, and then suddenly gestured to Starscream, "He has very powerful singing abilities. Up 'till now, we had no idea why that was. Wheeljack thought it was for protecting the sparkling and his guardians, but after we also found out that he was next in line for the throne, we considered it to be a far…higher power. When he was an adult, it was destroyed because Starscream ripped out his own vocal cords due to the fact that Unicron kept destroying everything in Starscream's life to get that power."
"Because if it's amplified," Barricade then whispered, staring at the youngling in his arms, "it could destroy everything."
"Exactly," Bumblebee finalized. "That's why we need to get him off this planet and back to Cybertron. There is a thing there at the Autobot base in Iacon that will also amplify his singing abilities, and we can turn it against Unicron."
"Wouldn't that be defeating the purpose about not destroying everything?" Blackout asked, glaring at the smaller in spite.
"Well…only Skywarp knows how to control Starscream's power. If you want those kinds of answers, you're going to have to ask him," the golden scout responded as he rolled his optics, "and also if you want baby gibberish."
Peering over the horizon, lights poured into the dark, fathomless abyss of the desert, inviting people in and driving them out at the same time. Bumblebee, for the first time in millennia, reached out with his spark rather than his comm. link and gently touched the warm, brilliantly radiating light of Optimus' spark. It had been so long since he had felt that bloom of heat within his abdomen, the content feeling of his creator as he wrapped his very spark around the smaller. Bumblebee could live the rest of his life like this—but now was not the time.
Opi.
Bumblebee.
We're coming into the city, the scout said softly, and Unicron is still on our tails. I have Blackout and Barricade with me, who are still intent on obeying Megatron.
Well, I have Megatron with me, so they will have no choice, Optimus returned, and Bumblebee, thank you for doing this for me. Because of you, we will be able to avoid a major catastrophe.
The young scout smiled, basking in the feeling of reward that so often wasn't given and responded, Just doing my job, opi.
With that, they broke the contact before Bumblebee stated, "Megatron is with Optimus—and I'm not lying. Either way, they're both on the other side of the city and preparing for take-off."
"I can't believe that a single meager sparkling completely ruined our mission on Earth," Blackout rumbled in a disapproving air.
"I can't believe that a single lunatic necrophiliac betrayed Optimus," the other growled whilst the two Decepticon narrowed their optics at him.
"Let's thread out into the city," Barricade murmured as he calculated the rate of survival with being together and being separate. Neither was a good outcome, so he decided to improvise. "I'll remain in the middle, but you two split and come back to me so I can hand him off."
"You're not thinking of doing that with the Autobot—"
"Listen, you slag-brain! Though I know we both hate to admit it, we need all the help we can get, and it's not like Unciron's going to be joining any sides at this point! So whether you like it or not, Bee's going to have be on our side for now. That's final!" Barricade roared, using up his last ounce of patience long ago.
Blackout silence, but continued to silently boil. However much he hated to admit it, the stupid Saleen was right. They needed that damn Camero one way or another.
The moment the three mechs reached the line of the city did they break off and blast off, including Barricade, as he went straight through mainstreet in his alt. form. Sirens blared as people attempted to avoid the maniac police driver, whilst a very angry Bonecrusher ensued after the former. To avoid any series damage, Barricade took to the sidewalk where humans threw themselves out of the way just in time (thank Primus; Barricade was not looking forward to cleaning organic guts off his frame in the near future) as he barreled through and attempted to keep the evil behind him at bay.
And, though he hated the idea of it, he needed help.
Hey, Primus. I know I pulled a lot of scrap in my day—the whole Decepticon bit turned a little worse in me, but I can't help it. Long ago fire and hate took away my creators, just when I was a little spark myself, and though I'd never admit it…I wouldn't want nothing like that to happen to Starscream. I know why you chose me now…cause I knew it all. It'd been from a distance, but I'd seen it. I knew what Starscream was from the minute I saw him. Primus, dammit if you're up there, DO something!
"Barricade?" Starscream's soft voice whispered, his head lifting to see the world around him. "Am I…still…?"
"Yup," Barricade muttered as he gave a sarcastic thanks to their god above. Have the kid wake up so he can panic and have his voice rip up half of the city. Wait a second… "Can you do a favor for me, kid?"
"What is it?" the young seeker asked, obviously in looking for anything to help.
"The big, bad monster is chasing after us," he explained, a strike of fear coming across Starscream's features even as the other continued, "But I'm going to roll down my back window, and you're going to sing. Don't listen to him, ignore him completely but just sing. And don't do something depressing or angry or anything."
"What should I do?" the little one asked, sounding so innocent Barricade almost choked on it, "Most of the song I know are…"
"Well, Unicron feeds on that stuff," the Saleen replied, seeming to catch Starscream so off guard that his frame twitched in shock. "If you do something…I dunno…nice, then he won't have power over us!"
"G-got it," he murmured while turning around, still remaining on his stomach while pushing at the back side of the car to get his head out. Too bad that his upper body was so big, he probably would've been able do a bit better…no, don't think like that. You can do this, he murmured to himself, briefly shuttering his optics before opening them again. "I have no idea what song to do!" he then exclaimed, realizing it.
"Erm…just do whatever comes off the top of your head!" Barricade returned.
"But they're all sad or angry!" Starscream replied, wading through his CPU to try and find something appropriate. Why couldn't he just find the right one?
"Do…'The Kids of America' or something…"
Starscream's expression dropped as he stated, his tone dull, "That's a stupid song."
"Well then PICK something!" Barricade snapped back, feeling the urge to murder something.
"Okay, okay!" the seeker gasped, worried that he had angered the Decepticon. Clearly they weren't known for their patience… "Um…ah!"
"What?" the black and silver car questioned, hoping to Primus that something ugly didn't happen. "What, Starscream?"
"Starscream," Unicron whispered, leaping to him and holding out his hand, "Come to me."
Barricade pulled a hard left even as Bonecrusher stamped down on the concrete, taking another huge leap towards the Decepticon. Starscream seemed to have gotten lost in his own thoughts, but presumed to try and pull himself out of the back of Barricade. This, in all its strangeness, frightened Barricade to the point where he was throwing threats at the little one in order to keep him in the cab.
"You said you wanted me to sing!" the seeker reasoned, managing to get halfway through, "So that's exactly what I'm going to do!"
Unicron took another leap that Barricade suddenly realized would put him on top of his frame, and being that the Decepticon was a bit small compared to the other, knew it was going to hurt. A lot.
Please get him to sing, the Saleen whispered as his spark throbbed in despair. God, why did it hurt so much? Why was he even bothering?
Then there was a soft whisper.
Despite the lies that you're making,
Your love is mine for the taking;
My love is just waiting
To turn your tears to roses
Concrete suddenly burst around the small car, and with it a huge wave of energy as Bonecrusher was thrown from the air and far, far back away just in time. Like a blade of energon, slivers creased themselves in the pavement whilst even Unicron tried to gain back on them, was deflected and once more thrown back.
Despite the lies that you're making,
Your love is mine for the taking;
My love is just waiting
To turn your tears to roses
The song took off and Barricade switched his audio receptors to a high frequency while inverting his visuals, making it possible to see where the energy was coming from. Blue streams of the purest form of energon formed around the Saleen himself, all being pulled towards Starscream which flowed into his voice box and came back through as refined, and twice as powerful, streaks. A white light suddenly appeared from the sky, catching Barricade's optic as he realized—in all its ridiculousness—that it was that twerp Skywarp. The youngling took hold of the ribbons and did a spiral dive, right towards Unicron, before the energy thunder clapped and nearly sent Barricade off his path.
So that's how it works, he murmured to himself, his spark thudding in his audios.
The black, murky shadow that was Unicron was being pulled apart by the energon, even as Skywarp bent back and repeated the process, this time using the streaks like swords and swiping through their enemy. It was such a powerful method—doing something like this in a physical attribute would've probably seared the opponent apart already. It was…almost stunning.
No, you'll never be alone
When darkness comes I'll light the night with stars
Hear my whispers in the dark
No, you'll never be alone
When darkness comes you know I'm never far
Hear the whispers in the dark
Whispers in the dark
'He's defeating Unicron! That's amazing!' Bumblebee suddenly exclaimed, appearing right beside the police cruiser from nowhere. 'Look at all that power!'
'The Ark is just ahead! Megatron is with Optimus; we've got precisely two minutes to get in there and lift off the ground, so turn into your bipedal forms and take hold of me!' Blackout ordered, hovering above the two mechs.
They agreed silently as Bumblebee suddenly took form and captured one half while Barricade another, Starscream still singing even as he rested in his arms. The yellow scout called upon Skywarp as the smaller whipped about Blackout's form and took another stream before knocking it against Unicron once more, at last breaking him apart from Bonecrusher. The Decepticon immediately collapsed, but not before Thundercracker appeared and caught him, dragging him off the ground and towards the rising, white and gleaming ship, following after Blackout obediently.
In the open hatch, there was a combination of Decepticon and Autobot as they pulled their comrades into safety, Unicron dwindling away now that he no host to hold onto the physical world. Even as the great form of the Ark lifted up and away from the atmosphere of Earth, taking with them their war and their disputes, Starscream wriggled in Barricade's hold to be released. Eventually the black and silver one couldn't manage to hold onto him any longer and dropped him with a growl, ordering the younger to return to him.
Starscream bluntly ignored him as he dodged through the mechs thronged in the hangar bay, moving so quickly that he was gone from it within moments. Dashing through the hallways, Skywarp followed after him with small yips of his own, causing the attention of everyone around them. The beige seeker, however, seemed solely intent on finding something within that ship at that very moment—and it didn't take him long to do so.
Taking a final stretch of hallway in a matter of brief breems, the little one punctured the port button and the door at the end of the hall whooshed open, revealing two mechs in a deep (and probably more aggravated than agreeable) conversation. They both turned the moment the door opened and Starscream let out a single cry before he lit his booster and practically rammed into Optimus' chassis, making the larger stumble back in surprise.
"Starscream," he said softly, capturing the little one in his arms immediately.
"Don't do that again! Never, never ever, ever, ever again!" he growled, chaining his arms around the elder's broad shoulders, pulling his legs up tightly as he curled against the warm presence of his makeshift creator.
"I'm sorry, little one," he whispered, leaning his head towards the smaller's helm, "I promise never to again. I'm so sorry that we scared you."
Starscream jammed his optics shut as he basked in the brilliance of Optimus' spark, the warmth of his arms, the fact that he was still alive. Many filled the hallway to see what the seeker had gotten all worked up about and were relieved to find that he was safe, happy, and that they had both their younglings there without a scratch. Skywarp, however, was perfect to break the moment.
"Eeeeeeuh!" he cried, leaping as he managed to smack Starscream on the foot. "Aaaaaaaugh!"
Prime knew very well that it wasn't for gaining his attention—but Starscream's. Otherwise, of course, he would've already dug a place for himself in Optimus' hands, but rather, he attempted to get his cousin to notice him. The youngling looked away from the leader for a brief moment and glanced down, just enough for Skywarp to explain whatever was on his mind…in gibberish, of course.
"Nambeka! Swar pikanumbus ut!" he whined, shoulders sinking. "Swides and Yazz!"
At that, the words were evident enough that Skywarp was worried about Starscream's guardians and, being reminded, it appeared Starscream was the same. Though he seemed reluctant to do so, the older seeker child leapt down from Optimus' arms, took the elder's hand and pulled him from the room, taking him away and towards the medical bay. Sideswipe had just gotten out of surgery moments ago; for some reason, Ratchet seemed to be so on top of who was getting hurt and who wasn't, that both Jazz and Sideswipe probably would've offlined by now, if it wasn't for the doctor's sixth sense.
What was confusing Optimus the most, however, was how well Starscream knew his way around things. Something was guiding him, helping him through the situation, and it was apparent that the little one on his own knew exactly what to do. Pushing open the doors of the bay, he lead his creator inside, allowed his cousin entry, before shutting the door on everyone else. Megatron (the one whom he was having a conversation with earlier), surprisingly remained silent whilst the Autobots let out of a chorus of moans that even made Skywarp roll his optics.
The pair then took an immediate left and there, on a bed all wrapped up, was the jokester twin. Sunstreaker remained beside him even throughout the surgery; it seemed that he felt responsible, though there was no reason why. Even as the two younglings appeared before them, Optimus lifted them both onto the berth, their smaller forms crawling up to the sleeping twin's head.
"He's in a coma," Sunstreaker muttered as Optimus came to stand by him.
Though the leader was already aware, he nevertheless placed a hand on the golden warrior's shoulder, knowing that there wasn't much they could do. Barricade had lain such a heavy beating on the twin, so much of him lay broken, that it seemed almost impossible to put him back together again. Ratchet had managed to bring his body stable—it was his CPU that they were worried about. It might even be possible that if he did wake, he would've received so much head trauma that it wouldn't be possible to have him in the right mind again. It had scared the other twin so much that he hadn't spoken in joors.
I think we should put it mostly on his core processor, Skywarp said through his and Starscream's private spark link, it was the blow to the bottom-most part of it that cause him to go paralyzed when you were captured by Barricade.
I hate irony, the other muttered as he rested on Sideswipe's shoulder and pressed the larger's head to the other direction.
Tell me about it, the smaller returned before he aided his cousin, looking at the damage.
It's dented. Okay, so if Barricade was right about the 'Whispers In The Dark', then he has to be right about this, too, murmured Starscream as he strained to think of the appropriate song. I'm going to make a really slow one so that you can control it better, okay?
Oh! Oh! Do 'Pieces'! Do 'Pieces' or I won't help, he exclaimed, resting his chin down on Sideswipe's chassis while staring up at his cousin with large optics.
Fine, the other returned, but with Jazz we're doing…erm…
'Pieces'! Skywarp filled in as Starscream sighed and nodded.
Unless you get sick of it, which you probably will, the elder muttered before pulling the smaller seeker closer to him. Use your hands and fingers, 'kay?
'Kay, the ebony seeker whispered.
At this, Starscream concentrated briefly before he began the deep tones of the piano, and though there was none to be played, his fingers, in midair, played the correct cords. They moved gracefully so that Optimus and Sunstreaker watched in wonder at the sight; they had not suspected that the children would try to do anything, but now seeing their disposition, they knew that the two could do anything but sit around. Skywarp appeared to be ready and already bringing in the tendrils of light that moved through the small digits of Starscream's hands as the little one began singing:
I'm here again
A thousand miles away from you
A broken mess, just scattered pieces of who I am…
I tried so hard
Thought I could do this on my own;
I've lost so much along the way
Then I'll see your face
I know I'm finally yours…
I find everything I thought I lost before
You call my name—
I come to you in pieces
So you can make me whole
Skywarp reached for the small ribbons of light with expertise hands, using his warp system to catch them. Luckily his ability allowed him to take energy from a non-existent plane to one that did, allowing him to physically harm—or heal—someone else on that plane. The best part of that fight with Unicron was that he didn't need to exchange from spiritual to physical because the ugly freak was already on a non-physical level. There was always the risk of things getting out of his control when it came to using his warp system, and that's why it was so important right now that he be careful.
Very careful.
I've come undone
But you make sense of who I am
Like puzzle pieces in your eye
Then I'll see your face
I know I'm finally yours;
I find everything I thought I lost before
You call my name—
I come to you in pieces
So you can make me whole!
Blue ribbons splayed off of Starscream's small form, like a fountain as he murmured the lyrics, his little hand slipping into Sideswipe's as he laid there unconscious. The lights above them took a cerulean hue, forcing both of the mechs to switch their optics to invert from it being so dark. They were stunned to see what was happening, sitting in a surprised silence whilst Starscream folded his hand into his guardian's and the ribbons entwined around his limbs. As they rested on his battered and wounded body, they clenched once before all together disappearing.
And then he awoke.
I tried so hard! So hard!
I tried so hard!
Sunstreaker gasped as he bolted to his feet, taking Sideswipe into his arms as the bewildered other glanced around, wondering what in the pits was going on. A smile transformed on Starscream's face as he watched the healed form of the crimson twin, watched as he got a second chance.
Then I'll see your face
I know I'm finally yours;
I find everything I thought I lost before
You call my name—
I come to you in pieces
So you can make me whole
So you can make me whole…
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A/N: Sorry for the very, very long update. Hopefully the next won't be in a billion months.
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