Authors note:

Why are you reading this? , GO AWAY! Dun read it! It's just up here because it's a ficlet about my ocs…GO AWAY! Stop reading!

This is sad and I wrote it ON thanksgiving (For some twisted reason?) and I don't remember what's in it!

All I can say is I DO own Shrapnel, (Not the freakin' one from G1 that would be like….so awesome but I don't this is my oc WITH THE SAME NAME GET OVER IT!) Blackice, Stormcarrier, and Seven…muahaha….hahahaha…HAHAH!

HOWEVER! I DO NOT own Fox :3 Though I luv him so I don't, like….the awesomest person does tho :3 Necrolily! Go find her! NOW! It is commanded of you so your distracted and don't read this!

Ever-After-OUT]

There could be a novel written about everything that went unsaid...all the things that no one saw, no one cared to know...there really could be a novel written about them.

Many things had gone unsaid throughout the past months upon this planet. Many things had happened and had passed and if it was put under a microscope and examined one would find that the hidden things had been growing and lurking for a much longer period of time.

Festering and living out there secret lives...For secrets made up a good amount of their time here. Though no one would know...That was the problem when one had ice literally running through his veins and the other was sworn to a curse of secrecy.

The things the two didn't say however probably meant the most to the other. The first night the smaller one had found himself stuck with a group he had been taught to fear and loath. Now trapped as one of them with no way back, he had found comfort with another. And why the other felt the need to coo and hold him he would never know. Though it probably had to do with the fact that he too had suffered at a younger age.

But things of the past before they knew each other were rarely mentioned. Both knew the same pain of their creators being abusive...yet in different ways it was still the same pain. But neither of them talked about it.

Nor did they talk about the moments in secluded secrecy exchanging things they knew others would never know. It had been a childish moment of weakness...and both no matter how much denying went into it, knew the small ways to touch the others spark with memories of such nights.

Or of nights when the other would wait around in worry for the other to return, but those stopped being thought of after Seven.

Both knew it wouldn't last, the hiding the fact that there was clearly someone else. And Shrapnel deeply disapproved of the other mechs choice of partner. He hated that another mech could gain such undivided attention! It was along with Blackice and Seven that he learned he had a small dilemma with the fact it was quite obvious...he was jealous.

It can be thought back upon now...and causes the small mechs insides to squirm with self hatred and wonder at what he could have don't to help his friend...how he could have been less selfish. And how he now knew that the other felt the same pain he had been put through...

Though he didn't forgive his friend for lying multiple times to hide the relationship he had with that mech...But he wondered what had happened to Bandoleers apprentice.

Yet, he stopped after the other made the same mistake. But neither talked about those nights when the blue mech wouldn't return or how it enraged the smaller of the two would become. Moping about and finding solace in the two's other closest friend, the seeker always knew what to say. But those nights were never spoken of.

Emotions that could be bottled up were, and most of the time let out in a constructive manner. And when things would become drastic they knew when to back off the other and let them rant.

Infact Emotions the two shared were another topic contained and never to be released. Shrapnel had never thought it healthy when Blackice decided to learn from the seeker...to find a way to contain the way he felt and to be able to understand others with a sideways glance. It had been rather creepy when he got fairly good...far too good for the x-autobot to feel comfortable around.

He was relieved though when the other would act like himself. Though he had been slightly disturbed by the way the other could get when drunk. Though they didn't talk about those nights either...The "L-bomb's" Blackice had let slip more than once or the sloppy drunken kisses Shrapnel would attempt. He wasn't one to talk about the way he acted when drunk.

Those were kept under lock, key and icy gates. Never to be spoken of again...especially now. Infact now...little passed between the two at all.

One would think that the two never knew each other. And this was far from the truth. Shrapnel was almost convinced he knew the blue mech better than his own brother until he had been proven wrong. Proven wrong by learning a few cycles late of Seven and his disappearance along with his teacher. Though Shrapnel sure as hell wasn't going to be missing Bandoleer anytime soon.

It had explained why Blackice hadn't talked to him. Because Shrapnel would always become irritated when the mechs name was mentioned. It was the first break. Though it was quickly mended with words and highgrade. And the innocent wonder if the things he heard the others saying about "feeling good and relaxed" were true...this exploration of young hands had been stopped when Blackice had hopped up and announced he had to leave.

It was clear much to Shrapnel's disappointment that Blackice was still somewhere deep down loyal to someone else...Though the feelings of dislike had faded and he had honestly felt highly rejected it was explained later that the mech had not wanted something like that to happen under the circumstances of one being drunk...

Thinking now he wondered what had happened to the Blackice that drank along with his brother and had 'fun'. Though Blackice wondered where the innocent side of Shrapnel had gone. Though neither talked about where that side of them went...weather it was for the better or worse.

Infact sides had broken and things began to crumble. It deteriorated faster than one would have expected. And the two didn't know what had happened. Or...one of them did though never said. It was remaining quite in the time where words of honesty and meaning should have been spoken. Feelings should have been shared but it was too late...This planet seemed to be willing them to restart...though they didn't really want to.

The innocence was clearly gone from the youngling's eyes. A burning hate had welled up inside of his spark and he had been going to go and murderer that rabid sex craving monster of a beast that had done this.

...though...it had all melted away into a sadness and a mixture of disgust and unexplainable emotions...for learning how to control them he had thought it was slipping far to fast from his clawed digits.

And...bottling them up and storming off leaving a very confused Shrapnel behind. Who learned later from a highly worried Stormcarrier that Blackice had gone off to "clear his helm" and that something was wrong...

Shrapnel had then begrudgingly explained his 'one night stand'. That's what he had called it then...then was then and it wasn't talked about.

Neither were the fights the two would have in the MM about what was best for him...Why did this seem so familiar...why did it hurt so bad again? Why was it so confusing...the other didn't give him answers...he left...wouldn't talk to him. Was appalled his friend would defend such a creature who only wanted 'him' and not who he was...he was going to be dumped like trash and the other couldn't see this!

But it didn't work like that...he had been surprised...But could do nothing about it...his last attempt to make the other see had ended in blackness and a great amount of pain in his neck cabling.

He didn't get to know what or how the other had reacted to doing this...his brother didn't even tell him that the small mech had stumbled his way into the MM and sobbed and repeatedly told him his stasis locked body he was sorry. Though...he never told him he was sorry when he was awake to hear. This was another thing that went unsaid...unknown...maybe the smaller expected his brother to tell Blackice what he had said...Though the Medic didn't...it wasn't his place to deliver a message that would mean nothing to his now cold sparked brother...It had to be from the one who did it...

It only got worse...the seeker found himself torn and sat back to watch for the time being...Watched the Intel con become hostile and highly irreparable...he wasn't a safe mech to be around...The Blackice he had known was gone, he didn't know what would bring him back either.

And they didn't talk...it was an awkward stretch of silence if they were in the same room...if they were near each other Blackice would move...In a meeting if they ended up sitting next to each other...Which Blackice was sure Shrapnel had attempted to set up...And he wasn't to far off...He would publicly get up and move or sit the farthest away he could.

Blackice wanted nothing to do with this. Didn't want to remember it. Just wanted it to go away...it was beginning to eat away at his core...driving him to points of insanity...he didn't even know why anymore...his hate kept him running and without it he didn't know who he was...because he couldn't go back to how he had been...his personality had revolved around the smaller..

And it was same for Shrapnel. He had lost a large amount of fear in the months of his off relationship...and much of his innocence. The two didn't recognize each other anymore... they were different mechs and starting over seemed to be in place...It had been getting easier.

And then it changed...Because of his little mistake.

Who told him he wasn't sure, he just knew it drove him absolutely insane...made him this hostile thing he hadn't ever been or didn't know lurked inside. He just knew Blackice didn't even mention his existence when he would deeply have loved to have his friend back.

It got worse he got madder...the blue mech went off and was rarely seen around the base...Both knew the cause and neither liked it...

Blackice would never see the other the same again...they had never physically hurt each other...words had been tossed back and forth and things could sting...but never like this. He didn't know if the other cared...

And that was another thing they didn't talk about...they didn't talk at all.

But something was clearly different. It was after he saw the little one the first time...It was clear he was being babysat by Darkstike...He knew the sparkling name though he would never admit to finding the small life adorable...

Nothing touched his hardened spark but some how the little mech found a way...

Darkstike had said hello and was oblivious to the advance of the tall blue mech till his play mate was up in the air and being examined.

The sparkling had squealed and didn't know what was going on, Latching the tiny blue hands onto the side of his helm and looking right at him...

"Oh you're so much like him..."

He continued to look over the small frame before putting him back down and sitting cross-legged. The sparkling giggled and wobbled off to bring back his rattle...Darkstike watching curiously as his uncle acted very strange.

Jackal ran up and held out the rattle, babbling away in sparkling much the way he had known Shrapnel to when he had found a new way to save energy or make something fire a longer round.

He smiled...it felt hard on his face and like it was a foreign expression...Scooping the sparkling up and setting him in his lap he cooed and allowed the youngling to hit his middle with the rattle. Giggling happily at the attention.

It had been then that the door had opened and Blackice's helm had snapped up at a painful speed. His optics widened and he quickly set sparkling on the ground. Just before it loud out a happy squeal and outstretched its arms.

"Momma!"

Blackice hopped to his pedes and weaved his way around the rather stunned Shrapnel and left the MM, he wasn't seen the rest of the day.

Shrapnel however glanced over his shoulder and then quickly scurried over and scooped up his sparkling, giving him a once over and cooing affectionately over the tiny frame. He glanced back at the open door.

"I knew you were still there...no matter how hard you tried to hide..."