When In Doubt In Which There is Closure, a transformers/beast wars fanfic

Chapter 24

Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my OC's. :D

Night and Ratch both have to work through their issues before they can go jump in the sack. Hehe. And the bit at the beginning is a dream sequence, if you can't tell. :D

Alright. Ff, please...for the love of Primus...let this come out correctly. :O

Due to several messages I have recieved from people, I have found that some of my things have been used without permission. I honestly don't mind what you take from my stories, just drop me a line, okay? And, going along with that line, I've decided to also put credit for other people in here. I hate it when I read other stories and they take other people's stuff and don't give them credit.

Alrighty. Let's get started. First of all, a giant thank you to Okami-Chan. I borrowed the idea of dancers and femmes from her, and without her this story would totally not even be here. A second giant thank you to P.A.W.07 for letting me borrow her idea of a femme in hiding. Also, without her, this story wouldn't be here. A third thank you goes to Litahatchee, for proof-reading my smut, letting me borrow her idea of carrying, and for all the laughs (and ideas, and for proofreading my smut, and everything else you've done for me). Without Litahatchee, the smut would most definitely suck. And the story would have already ended. :O Without those three aforementioned ladies this story wouldn't be here. So everyone else, get off your aft and go read their stories. ;D If I forgot to mention someone, forgive me and be sure to drop me a line, eh?

And I promise this is the last angsty chapter. :D

Nightshade came out of recharge. Something was wrong. She peered around in the dark until her optics happened to graze over Ratchet's form. The mech was writhing slightly, his body twisted in the throes of a horrendous nightmare. His vocalizer was on and he was quietly whispering the same word, over and over. Nightshade was instantly up and kneeling beside him, trying to rouse him from the terror gripping his computing center. This wasn't normal, Nightshade thought, panic surging through her systems. Their kind wasn't supposed to be subjected to flashbacks…unless he had been through something extremely traumatizing. Nightshade continued to call his name and shook his shoulder gently, begging him to awake.

"No…no, no, no…stop it…please…"

…The skies were choked with ash, turning the sunlight blood red-scars marred the once pristine terrain, thunder rolling and the ground beneath quaking as bombs exploded in the distance… there was fire everywhere, charring the skeletal remains of the city he once called home-brothers fought and died as enemies…refusing to fight wasn't an option, it was either fight and die or be slain where he stood…rage and fear fueled both sides, spilling energon into the weeping earth…he was alone, all alone…

Ratchet gave a low shuddering gasp and shot up in his recharge berth, the familiar sensation of his tanks about to purge clawing at him. He barely made it to the waste receptacle in time before his fuel tank decided to empty itself. He clung to the counter weakly, shakily wiping the fuel from his chin. Nightshade appeared out of the darkness, holding a cool and moist towel to him. Without speaking, she wrapped her arms around him.

"Ratchet, do…do you want to talk about it?" She spoke quietly and softly, as though he were made of glass. He shook his head feebly, gripping the towel in his hand, staring down at it helplessly. Flashbacks to the night when he lost his family, coupled along with the night he had lost Nightshade, shattered his firewalls. To his eternal shame, he began shaking like a frightened sparkling once more. He had failed to protect his family and he had failed to protect his mate, what kind of mech was he? Was the same gruesome fate to befall Nightshade? Nightshade only wrapped her arms around him gently, nuzzling his chest plates softly. He finally managed to repress his memories, reality coming back to his computing center. Nightshade was terrified out of her processes but she hid it well. She peered up at him and caressed the side of his face lightly with the digits of one hand. Ratchet leaned into her touch silently, basking in her comfort.

"Ratchet, please lay down," she said, leading him from the bathroom back to their shared room. Nightshade sat down on the berth beside him, stroking his helm gently. Ratchet curled up on his side, his optics shuttered. It killed Nightshade to see her former mate, someone who had been so strong and unwavering in his bravery and dedication, so upset and vulnerable. Nightshade held back her tears as she quietly comforted him. Ratchet responded by laying his head in her lap. She held him closer, clicking softly and reassuringly.

"Ratchet, please…let me share your burdens," she said, rubbing his shoulder joint softly. He shook his head, mumbling quietly.

"Night…I couldn't ask you to do that for me."

"But Ratchet, I want to be here for you. I want to make you better," she begged quietly, her hand on his shoulder stilling. He weakly shook his head.

"Nightshade, I don't want to expose you to my past…It's not something I want you to see…the war is over…"

"Ratchet." The soft authority in her voice made him silence his protests. He peeked up at her. There was an unreadable look on her face as she gazed down at him. Ratchet paused for a moment, trying to decide whether to share with her his past or not. She spoke once more, sensing his moment of weakness.

"I…I want you to trust me, Ratchet…what kind of mate would I be if I didn't share your pain?"

"Night…"

"Ratchet…the night we bonded, I swore to be your comfort. I swore to be here at the end of every day and to ease your weariness. Why won't you let me fulfill my promise to you," she asked gently. Ratchet buckled at the statement. He had failed her yet she still wanted to honor her pledge? He didn't deserve this, he was a terrible- Nightshade gripped his hand tightly, almost as though she knew what he was thinking. Ratchet slowly nodded, going against his better judgment and shuttering his optics. Nightshade gently pulled herself from underneath him, settling beside him on the berth. She leaned her forehead on his chest as he pulled a thin black cable from his wrist.

He inserted one end into a port on his wrist and offered Nightshade the other end. She slowly took it, looking up at him.

"Thank you, Ratchet, for letting me be here for you," she whispered. He merely nodded, scooping her close before he initiated the file share program.

"Please…please don't hate me for what I have done."

- Start Flashback –

There had been reports of decepticon activity in the sector throughout the day but Ratchet paid it no mind. His family was quite safe; they were near the autobot base. If anything happened his family unit would be among the first to be whisked into the safety of the base, he thought confidently. He realized that once again, fate had betrayed him, as he approached the living quarters. The door was wide open, covered in singe marks and scratches. His mech creator valiantly tried to defend his family but it was pointless – the assassin had slashed his throat before descending on the rest of his family.

He heard a long shuddering gasp from the floor. It was his mother, lying in a pool of her own energon. The spark she carried was dead. She turned her optics to him, her once beautiful face covered in burns and scratches.

"No!" Ratchet rushed over to his dying femme creator, desperately trying to save her life. He tried staunching her wounds but it wasn't enough. The femme was already past saving. She gently clutched at his hand, smiling sadly up at him. She slipped through his fingers after whispering quietly that she loved him and his baby brother. His younger brother was sitting up against a wall, his optics wide in terror. Ratchet reached out slowly to the little one, cradling him in his arms. The youngling quietly burrowed into his arms, begging for Ratchet to make the pain go away. With ice gripping his spark, Ratchet tied off lines, pleading for his brother to hang on for him but somehow he knew it was in vain. He could sense his brother's spark fading away quickly.

"Are momma and daddy in the Matrix, Ratchet?"

"Yes, little one, yes they are."

"Ratch, I love you."

"I…I love you too," Ratchet whispered brokenly, cradling the dying youngling to his chest. A second later there was a fourth, gaping hole in his spark. He heard a soft noise and turned. The assassin femme was standing behind him, curved daggers in her hands.

"Rain, what…" He fell silent as he saw the glittering Decepticon emblem on her chassis, proudly displayed. However when he looked into her optics, he saw nothing but pain and grief.

"Don't move," she snapped, brandishing her dagger as he tried to stand. He sank back to the floor.

"Rain, why…why did you do this?"

The femme didn't answer but instead walked to the doorway.

"Please, Ratchet. Promise me something. Become a medic and save lives. Make sure that decepticons like me don't kill any more innocent people," she whispered quietly, turning her now red optics to his. She waited until he nodded. Then she left silently. Ratchet still cradled the still form of his brother, tears dripping down his face. The Autobot soldiers that came into the building had to tear him away from his dead family. Ratchet fulfilled his promise to the decepticon femme.

He was in the middle of a fight when he saw it happen. Rain was standing, fighting with an Autobot soldier. Their optics made contact and she inclined her head in his direction. He suddenly realized her intent and tried to cry out. It happened so fast. She dropped her daggers and the soldier, while confused, showed no mercy. A point-blank shot to the chest silenced her forever.

Ratchet continued working on his fallen comrade mechanically, his mind clouded and his body numb. When he'd finally managed to stabilize the mech, the mech wearily grabbed his shoulder.

"Yes, Star Wind? Are you alright?"

"Was she a friend o' yers? The femme?"

"Before the war…we..."

"Good friends?" The soldier winced as Ratchet helped him stand back up. The mech clutched at his fried internals, holding himself upright.

"We were much more than that," Ratchet said sadly, not able to meet his friend's optics. He had fully intended on asking Raincloud to become his mate – perhaps more, if they had more time. He and Rain had discussed it a few times, considering moving in together and maybe even starting a family unit.

"Ah. War does that, kid. When you've lived as long as I have, you learn not to trust so easily. I lost my entire family in one night – my creators, my siblings, my mate, and my little ones. I joined up to avenge them. There's nothing left of my spark, kid. The hate I have for them decepticons has destroyed anything that's left of me. As long as I take out some of them slaggers wit' me…I wouldn't mind being deactivated," the mech said tiredly, groaning as he lay back in a recharge berth.

"Star…don't say that, you've got friends here," Ratchet said quietly, giving the mech a few pain killers.

"It's not that I don't feel loved or whatever you think it is, but I can't do this any more. I've been fightin' too long. I've been on an operatin' table too many times. I just want to rest and be wit' my family again," Star Wind said quietly.

"But…"

"But nothin', kid. All I gotta say is to look back and think. Why did you join? Why would ya want to throw yer innocence away like that?"

"She slaughtered my entire family and…she told me to become a medic…to save lives that she destroyed," Ratchet said, sighing heavily.

"Mmm…don't let yourself hate anyone, kiddo. You're too good for that," Star Wind said, his weary frame sinking into the berth as the painkillers finally relaxed him. Ratchet smiled and began working on his shredded lower body.

"Smile more often, kid. Frownin' only makes ya old, like me. Besides, you never know who needs to see someone else smile," Star Wind said quietly, his optics dimming. His body began to shut down slowly. Then it sped up, a cascade effect, as his body realized that it no longer had a fighting chance. Processes froze. Systems failed. One by one, his friend was dying and he was powerless to stop it.

"I need help over here," Ratchet called out, starting to panic when he realized his patient was dying.

"Leave him and get over here! He's dead, anyway! We need to help these mechs!" Another medic snapped at him as the fresh wave of casualties entered the med bay. Star Wind clutched at his shoulder and gave him a weak smile.

"Go do yer job. You're one of the nicer ones…Ratchet, was it? Yes, now go. Keep those guys alive."

"Star, hang on for me," Ratchet cried out, desperately tying off bleeding wounds and replacing parts. Star Wind only chuckled.

"Go fix them, kid. I'm too old for this. At least I can be with my family again," he rumbled quietly. He released a shuddering puff of air before his optics shut down. His body turned grey and cold.

Ratchet numbly went to help repair the mechs. His thoughts raced. He was only fixing mechs to send them back out there to get shot up. It was a never ending cycle as mechs died. Younger and younger soldiers were sent out to fight as the battle grew more and more desperate. Mechs went out and were shot, brought back here, and patched back up, only to be sent out to fight once more. If they came back alive it was a miracle.

End Flashback –

Unseeing optics flashed to white and then dulled to blue as Nightshade and Ratchet came out of their file sharing session. Nightshade placed a chaste kiss on Ratchet's lips before burying her face in his chest armor. Then she soaked in the familiar warmth of his arms wrapped tightly around her. She felt her spark flutter, waking sleepily from its period of unawareness. It fluttered brightly, calling to Ratchet, and even though their bond was gone, he moved subconsciously, pressing his chest against hers.

She was surprised by his hands slowly caressing her spinal support. She looked up at him, surprise and confusion on her face.

"Nightshade, I want you to know that you're perfect in every way to me. I know you uploaded to ease my pain but I know you're still hurting…and…I just want you to know that I will always love you no matter what. I will always be here, I will never abandon you," he said softly, doing his best to put into words what was on his computing center. He had felt a brief flash of unease and doubt emanating from her when they linked systems. He felt terrible for not being there to ease her pain, even though she was selflessly putting hers aside for him. Tightly clenching his hands around her waist, he swore silently that he would not fail again.

He was then pleasantly surprised at what she said next.

"Then, in that case, would you like to be my mate once more, Ratchet?" She had a soft smile on her face. He smirked at her, his playfulness easing away the sorrow in his spark. Things were going to be okay now.

"What kind of mate would I be if I denied you your happiness," he all but purred, mischief twinkling in his azure optics.

The soft white light bathed the infinite room. It was dark and light at the same time, bathed in an ethereal light. It was heavily dotted with endless white stars, tiny pinpricks of light. There was a cacophony of harsh melodies yet completely mute, the silence sweet and golden. The traitor basked in the warm light, awaiting judgment on his deviation from his predetermined path.

"You know we told you not to tinker around with the future," said one deep voice, almost emotionlessly. The "traitor" sheepishly looked to the floor, embarrassment burning his face. He knew better than to try and hide his misdeeds, so he confessed to it, tossing in a quick explanation.

"I didn't, I just helped out a little," the "traitor" said softly, smiling up at his father. His father shook his head and smiled gently, placing a warm and heavy hand on his son's shoulder.

"You're not finished with your task, either, or have you forgotten your punishment?"

"I know, father."

"It is not your place to determine their futures."

"But father, I used my powers for good. Look at the medic – my elder sister sent the femme to kill his family and he would have given up on becoming a medic – he would have died! I stepped in and helped him with that. Now he has healed."

"I agree – he has healed. But he has committed a serious sin…he must learn forgive himself in order to earn mine."

"Yes, and the femme would have ended up as a doll had I not intervened," the son added helpfully.

"Maybe. I will decide later."

"Father, I have saved them from themselves – and their human counterparts. Had I not intervened with the shuttle, the mech Starscream would have succeeded. He would have killed every last innocent on board."

"That I can agree with you on. You saved the lives of the innocents and guarded the humans, even though they were not appointed to you."

"Father, the mech would have succeeded in bonding with the femme! His mere attempt at bonding with her is punishable by death – the medic was within his full rights to kill the mech. Besides, he would have ultimately slaughtered the humans and the rest of the Transformers. The others would not have defected had I not intervened-"

"Perhaps."

"But, father-"

"Perhaps, I said. Pleading will not help their case."

And with that, AllSpark left his father's domain and returned to his corporeal body on the planet Earth, determined to show his father that he had done right to tamper with the future. He returned only to find several curious faces peering down at him, including Prime.

Start Flashback

"You know our duties, son," said the voice.

"Yes, father. We protect the galaxy and watch over our brothers and sisters," the smaller voice replied eagerly, awaiting his first and more important task.

"Very well – you shall watch over the Cybertronians. They are a very young race, enslaved by the Quintessons."

"What does enslaved mean, father? I have never heard that term. And why are the Quintessons in this part of the galaxy?"

"They have turned against us, my son."

"Then I shall punish them-"

"No, you must watch over the Cybertronians. I will deal the punishment."

"Yes, father. I shall protect them."

"Remember our most sacred rule, my son."

"Do not meddle with the future."

"Good, good. Now, to your duties."

With a flurry of white light and blackness, the Small Voice found itself buried deep in the ground of a planet. It was full of minerals and metals, the perfect planet for a legacy to start. Scanning over the planet, he saw it: a five faced monstrosity watching over tiny bodies of metal, digging away at the earth. Suddenly one face turned in his direction and he retreated.

Days, weeks, maybe eons later he woke to light shining in his face. He wearily awoke and looked around him. The same tiny protoforms weren't the same – these were loaded with weaponry. Their innocence was gone. They had seen war and defeated their enemies.

He was dug from the ground and placed on a convoy, dragged to a small settlement. The war had taken its toll. Only eight of their kind remained living on the planet, the rest having been decimated by the war. Metal spires and smoke rose from the still hot battle grounds, giving the fallen city a ruined look.

The leader appraised the cube in front of him and nodded to his men. The cube was placed on a pedestal. The leader of the group sat and watched the cube, trying to decipher its meaning. With a flash of white the AllSpark was in the leader's mind, curiously but gently probing what the leader had seen and done.

"Do not fear me. I am here to help you."

"Who-who are you?! Why are you in my mind?"

"I am the AllSpark. I have been sent to watch over your race."

"And what does that have to do with you being in my mind?!"

"I am here to help you rebuild your world. Bring your most trusted advisors."

"I will do as you ask, AllSpark."

"You will be awakened in a few minutes, Alpha."

"How did-"

"Shh. Now rest. Tomorrow we begin."

Alpha brought his seven friends into the room, claiming that these were his most trusted advisors. AllSpark appraised the men, taking note of each mech's most prominent characteristic: intelligence, bravery, integrity, honesty, empathy, strength, and loyalty, deeming them worthy. All of the mechs had pure sparks, wanting nothing more than to rebuild their home. AllSpark looked at each mech, silently broadcasting a question.

"What would you do to save your home?"

Each one answered the same, including Alpha.

"I would lay my life down."

"Would you live for eternity if I asked you to?"

"Yes."

Then there was a flash of light and Alpha was lying on the floor. The others were gone. He sat up, his optics darting around the grey room quickly. He began calling his friend's names.

"AllSpark, what have you done?!" The mech cried out, sinking to his knees. His companions were gone…and all he had left was a talking cube.

"They are not gone. Take that object from the floor. You are now in possession of the Matrix of Leadership. Under your rule, your people will rebuild."

"But they are all dead!"

"No, they are not. Have you forgotten the outposts where the Quintessons took the miners?"

"…Oh."

"Now. Are you ready to take on the responsibilities of being the leader of your race?"

"Yes."

"Are you willing to stand alone?"

"Yes."

"If you accept the Matrix of Leadership then your responsibilities will be many and your enemies great. Would you lay your life down to protect your people?"

"Yes," he answered, without hesitating once.

"Good."

And that was that. AllSpark and Alpha Prime became the stuff of legends. Years after that fateful meeting, the planet of Cybertron was rebuilt, ushering in a golden era of peace and prosperity. New Primes came and went through the many millennia. Few accepted the role of Prime – sometimes it was inherent who the next Prime would be. Sometimes it wouldn't be and the Council would select the next leader.

Had it not been for the fear of failure and punishment, most wouldn't have thought twice about taking responsibility. However…the fear of punishment was far too great for some to think of. If the Prime had protected and served his people to the best of his ability, and retained the purity of their mind and spark, they were allowed to pass on the burden. The Prime would then move on to the Well of All Sparks, to await his family and loved ones. If he failed…he was to be doomed for an eternity to watch over their counterparts, a heavy price for failure.

AllSpark was an excellent guard for the Transformers, as he'd lovingly come to call them. They were a quiet and peaceful race, intelligent and passionate. They were capable of so much more than the other species around them. Most of the other species, who didn't have guardians of their own, had destroyed themselves by now. Most of the Transformers believed that he had been the one to stop the war, but they were wrong. Alpha Prime and his advisors had stopped the war themselves. He became known as a godlike figure, with limitless powers. AllSpark forgot his duties and began expanding his power. With the AllSpark, Cybertron grew powerful and beautiful, a respected and feared land. The AllSpark had done well, he hadn't directly interfered with the future. His power only grew more…but, as with all power, it soon corrupted him beyond recognition.

In his god-like position, he grew arrogant. AllSpark abandoned his people, leaving them to squabble amongst themselves and eventually engulf the entire planet in fire and despair. He destroyed planets and created new races, only to leave them to their own devices when he grew bored of them. These races were consumed by disease and despair. He destroyed those who dared to cross his path and showed no mercy. His punishment was dire – he was to remain in this plane for eternity until he could fix what he had done.

Now he was doomed to relive each moment in time, to embed the cries of despair of those who he had abandoned and slaughtered into his mind and very essence. He was doomed to watch for an eternity until each star in the galaxy would silently die and no more would be born from the remains. He was to be doomed to wander the dead universe, the lonely, silent grave of many billions of races until he learned the true meaning of his punishment. Only then would he earn forgiveness for his arrogance and cruelty.

Red Alert had been sitting in the medical bay when it happened. There was a sudden glow of blue light. Red Alert cautiously edged over, holding his welder-turned-weapon aloft as he drew closer. He gasped when he saw the source of the beautiful blue light. The remaining shard of the AllSpark was glowing within its clear glass case. Moon Racer and Barricade raced over, intent on seeing what was happening. With trembling hands, Red Alert gently pried back the cover on the box. Ignoring the warning from both Moon Racer and Barricade, he tentatively picked the shard up. The shard of metal, no more than a foot in length, was nestled safely in his hand. There was nothing amiss except for the fact that it glowed brightly.

Moon Racer gently touched the shard of metal, cursing when it flashed white. Red Alert yelped and dropped the now-searing hot piece of metal, cradling the singed digits to his chassis. The shard then suddenly went out, leaving the occupants of the room in stunned silence. Barricade piped up, speaking, once he saw that neither Red Alert or Moon Racer were going to move.

"I'll go and get Prime, okay?"

"Sure, go ahead," the protectobot said absently, prodding at the shard with a tool. Moon Racer ran separate scans, squealing at the spike in radiation and energy levels. She began measuring the device with a caliper, chattering excitedly in Cybertronian.

"Red Alert, I think it's starting to get bigger! Look, this part of the shard has grown by at least a millimeter! And it's grown in mass by a tenth of a gram. Is it growing back?"

"I can't answer that, Moon Racer. Be sure to record everything that you see," Red Alert responded, being swept up in the excitement that Moon Racer broadcast. Barricade then made his way out of the medical bay, sprinting past Prowl. Prowl, who still hadn't quite gotten past the fact that there were ex-decepticons living on the base, was instantly on guard, his suspicion clouding his processor.

"Where are you off too," he called amiably, smiling at the similarly painted mech. Barricade paused in mid-step.

"I need to see Prime. It's an emergency," he responded, starting to walk once more.

"Oh? You should be reporting to me, then," Prowl said, the same easy going smile on his face but with a dangerous glint in his optics.

"I know, I know. It's not a security emergency…it's…ah. In the med bay. AllSpark shard," he said quickly, taking off toward Prime's office once more. Prowl blinked in confusion, processing the broken sentence.

"Wait – what happened to the shard? Wait up, Barricade!"

Prime had just checked off the last major thing on his list. He could cry in joy and relief. His list of things to do was now halfway taken care of. The protectobots had finally come up with a way to create fuel in a noninvasive manner. The civilian half of the base (called Autobot city…go figure) was more than just beams of metal. It now looked vaguely city-like. The living quarters had finally been built with a few mechs more than interested in starting a business or two. The ex-decepticons – could they actually be called that, Prime mused – were integrating quite nicely into the base.

The president was strangely cooperative and had promoted his assistant, Artie, up to liaison for the autobots. Sam was currently working to get his degree to become a permanent liaison for the autobots as well. The whole display in New York with Nightshade's emergency broadcast? The Department of Homeland Security had "investigated" and found an "elaborate" prank from a high tech hacker. The "hacker" was now being charged with a threat to national security. All in all, there were relatively few people that didn't believe the story, although there were quite a few websites speculating on aliens.

Sunstreaker, unbelievably, had become quite close with Soundwave and his casseticons…especially Ravage and Rumble, once he had apologized profusely. Quite a few optic ridges had risen when Sunstreaker walked into the commons room, with Ravage perched precariously on his shoulder. Rumble was sitting comfortably on the other shoulder, his friendly jibes at Ravage making the mechanical cat growl loudly and glare at the spy. Sunstreaker only laughed heartily. Gears had scoffed, laughing at Sunstreaker (who he had scathingly nicknamed the Blood Thirsty Buttercup). The tall melee warrior had merely walked over, looming over the minibot. The minibot in question squeaked in fear and nearly emptied his waste tanks right then and there. Sunstreaker reached out one hand and held it over Gears's head. Ravage leapt down nimbly, making his way over to the minibot. Ravage pounced, sitting on Gear's chest and growling very quietly.

"You had better watch your vocalizer, Gears. Rumble and I both know what you do when you think you're alone," the feline snarled, his words marred by his thick accent. Gear's optics widened and he began to splutter in indignation, shoving at the mechanical cat.

"I-I have no idea what you're talking about!"

Ravage only leaned down and purred something quietly into Gears's audio, smirking as he leaned back. The minibot had fallen back limply, his optics wide in fear. Ravage then leapt back into Sunstreaker's hand, yowling when the warrior dumped him on his shoulder. The usually cool and suave casseticon scrabbled for hold on Sunstreaker's shoulder. He ended up dangling over the mech's shoulder, all four limbs splayed out. Gears then learned not to pick a fight with Sunstreaker. Sunstreaker would never pick a fight with someone that much smaller than him…but Ravage and Rumble could. They also had back up in the form of Buzzsaw and Ratbat, the both of which were expert pranksters.

Yup. The traitor was the AllSpark. (giggles).

I bet no one thought of that. :D

And…they didn't attempt to re-bond just yet. You'll have to wait til the next chapter. ;D