Broken Mirrors
By: MyNameIsJag
Disclaimer: I don't own TFA, if I did…it would have been a lot more darker…and you wouldn't be here at the moment… This is the world where Soundwave succeeded in reprogramming the Autobot's, here Sari failed to save them…here, they failed to save us…
Warning: Mild sexual themes and cussing.
Chapter 5
Soulless
"A mirror is the self reflection of this world, where things are flipped over to another direction…is it possible there is another world where decisions are reversed and time changes the course of the universe…if those worlds were to shatter, to break…would we as well with it and the possibilities of what should have been or what could have been…"
He hate waiting…usually he was good at keeping anxiousness down…but this situation was to much to take in… He couldn't help it, what would she be like now, perhaps she will be more acceptable to the truth…he could let the questions wonder on through out his proccessor for as long as she stayed asleep… He smiled as he continued to look over her, the small femme's body was even more dwarfed compared to his berth, like a broken doll laying upon the designer's desk, she was to be fixed by the new ideals and truths that laid in his servos. If she awoken anew and ready to take in what he had to show her without fight…he reached down and stroked the side of her face gently as he could with the tips of on of his digits…she felt so cold…not the warmth he was used to feeling from her…
His servo instantly went back as he felt her begin to move, excitement finally building up inside of him as her optics open up to reveal a faded maroon instead of bright aqua. He watched her sit up slowly, moving much like a dead being brought back to life, sluggish and unsteady. Finally she stood up, almost falling back down before catching herself, she stared at the ground, he called out her name…she didn't even bother looking up at him but instead stared at the floor near her feet. He blinked as she fell over, going completely limp, he caught her before she could hurt herself from the fall. He couldn't feel the beat of her spark like he use to, much like a beat of a pounding drum to the sound of joyful music, filled with life and spirit…now it slowly thumped…like a dying creatures last breathes…
Her optics were still open as he pushed her gently over so she could face him, he expected recognition or her to burst into laughter from the little stunt she pulled on him…instead it was completely blank…nothing went through the hazy maroon color and nothing came out of it… Her stare was much like a porcelain dolls, cold and unfeeling, he frowned, "Sari, what's wrong with you?" She didn't even blink at his question or the sound of her name, he shifted and looked around as though there was an unseen force causing the problem… His optics landed back on her, no movement and if he didn't know better she was getting colder and beating of her spark was slowly fading into nothing. Panic was starting to set in, something was definitely wrong with her, this wasn't how it was supposed to be when she woke up…she was supposed to be like she was before they were separated…not fucking fading in his servos like a dying animal!
Growling he finally takes off with her, not trusting BlackArchnia enough…he was a bit suspicious that she had something to do with it, he decided to take her to Ratchet, surely the elder mech would know something about what was happening to his femme. It was amazing how short the halls were when one was in rush to find out the answers that may concern their own spark, cause soon he was at the medics room and bursting through the doors. The old medic gave him a look before the younger trunk plopped his problem right into his servos, Ratchet nearly had dropped her, not knowing exactly what was being tossed at him like a bomb. He reconqnized the coloring instantly, but no movement was coming from her…a definitely difference in how she was just cycles ago. "Whatcha do, break her or something?" Optimus growled at him, "No, she was like that when she came to!"
The medic huffed at him, then laid the fragile body down on his desk, her optics still opened and glazed over and if Optimus didn't know better…fading into a lighter shade… Ratchet examined her, then picked her up again this time setting her up on her feet, she stood there for a second before falling to her knees…he picked her up before she could completely fall. The truck watched him carefully, the expressions on the elders face was not a good sign as he laid on her back in the middle of his palm. The younger jerked back as Ratchet opened her chest cavity, two panels sliding away to reveal what she really was inside. Optimus stared opened mouth as he watched her mechanical parts, they were much like his…just smaller…and slowing… "What's causing this?" No response from the medic as he carefully exposed her spark compartment, the glow still much blue…but it's light faded in and out like heart beats…each time fading a little more…
The medic sighed before closing her back up and hand her back to him, "Sorry, kid, she's physically fine," "But?" "But, it's kinda hard to explain, I've only seen another cases like that in the first war to captured soldiers." Optimus stared down at her, still no response from her, "What is it, what's wrong with her?" Ratchet looked at him before looking back down at what he was working on before, "It's more or less, she's offline, but her body will still move and she may respond to somethings after time…" The truck stared at him like he was crazy, "Are you trying to tell me, she's a fucking zombie, cause I will kick-" Ratchet snapped his head toward him before he could finish, "No, she's alive somewhat but she's not Sari, all those memeries you were counting on are gone, her little quirks and what made her who she was is all gone," he turned back to the computer, "Think of her as a movable puppet without strings, she'll move and she'll listen to commands…but there is nothing left of the girl you once knew but an empty shell." Optimus looked back down at her, she was just laying there in his servos…empty…emotionless…she wasn't his Sari…this was an imposter in her shell. "What caused it."
Ratchet looked over at him, "Possibly all that electrical flow going through her body, basically short circuiting her but because she was released, she didn't fully die…or it could be a mental thing…instead of waking up to be one of her own fears, her soul slipped away leaving a shell…there could be hundreds of reasons really." The once Prime glanced back over at him, "How do you fix it?" The elder stared at him, as though sizing him up for the answer, to see if he should give it to him, "There's no real cure…but there was a theory that they could be brought out of it from a sudden shock, like a realization of something they once knew. Something from their past being brought back up that would cause a surge of memories. If you could do that you might be able to pull her out of this shut down…but it's very unlikely…especially with how her past was, she might not want to remember."
Faded optics stared back at him, yet he could see something…something was there of her, there just had to be something there…he couldn't lose her now! He had fought so hard to get her, everything was supposed to go perfect once she was in his servos…not this…not this nightmare! Ratchet looked at uncaringly, "Maybe you shouldn't be so upset about the whole situation, it could be a good thing." He glared at the elder, "How the slag is this a good thing?" A shrug came from the red and white mech, "It'll be easier to give her intructions…like a droid of some kind." Optimus growled, he didn't want a mindless doll, he glanced back down at her…he had to find a way to bring back the laughter he missed so much…the smile that lit up his darken world… What ever force controlled the universe…must really hate him…why couldn't things ever be simple…
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