Last Time:
As much as I hate to admit it, my old friend is right. I have seen many traumatized bot act just as Solarflare has today when suffering from a nightmare of the past or anything similar to it. I look up at Star, concern in my eyes as well as hers. We both know something has to be done, but neither of us want to do it.
Chapter Seven:
First off, I apologize for not posting earlier. I had to rewrite this chapter from scratch and I got caught up with school.
Second, I want to give a shout out to AllSpark Princess, Girl Supersonicboy, and STARSCREAM RULEZ. Thank you three for leaving a review. It is great feedback. I also want to thank the many readers for taking the time for reading this story. Also thank you Guest for asking if I was going to complete this story. As much as I would love to finish this story, it is not even close to being a quarter of the way finished. I have so many plans for this story, but thank you for giving me a review. Means a lot.
Ratchet: THAT'S NOT MY NAME! *sigh* Why must she insist on call me that? Anyway, the stubborn femme Katrina does not own Transformers of any, and thank goodness too. She does own her own creations such as Solarflare and that overprotected feline Fifi. What was Optimus and Star thinking naming that feline Fifi? What kind of name is Fifi anyway? Also, Katrina's friend Nicolette owns her creation Star. Now go away, I have work to do!
~Optimus~
My mate and I look at the small white seekling in my arms after our medic; Ratchet said something needs to be done. Looking up into my femme's blue optics, I suggest, "We could use the Matrix to lock those memories away that are causing Solarflare trouble."
Star looks at me in disbelief. "NO! We will not do that to her! What do you think will happen in the future if she finds out what we did? I'm afraid that Solarflare will find out and hate us for doing something like that. Those memories of hers could be important later on in life for her despite the fact they are traumatizing."
Letting what Star stated sink in, I begin to understand what she is saying. Just then, my old friend speaks, "If you aren't going to use the Matrix, the only thing left is therapy." Therapy? I have heard of it and how it helps many traumatizing soldiers as well as those who are not soldiers. Perhaps it would be best to try that. "Star, I believe we should take Solarflare to see a therapist. It might help her." She looks at me with love and approval.
~Therapist Office~
~Solarflare~
Opy and Star told me they were taking me to someone who was going to help me. I still don't understand what they mean; help me how? Right now, they left me to sit in this office with this weird mech in front of me, well not really weird I guess, but we keep staring at each other. I can tell he is nervous but come on, I'm a sparkling not some spy.
The gray mech smiles at me finally and kneels down to my height, "Hi little one. I'm Smokescreen, Prowl's twin. Optimus brought you here to see me because you are having nightmares that are hurting you." I stare at the mech annoyed, not just at him but also at my creators. I never remember my nightmares so why do I need to be here?
He chuckles at me apparently thinking my annoyed look was for something else, "I know Prowl can be annoying but he's a good mech. Do you like to draw?" Draw? What is that? I look up at the blue optic mech with a curious look begging him to show me. Smokescreen picks me up and carries me to a small table where he sits me in a chair and places a data pad with many colorful things in front of me. I think Wave called them styluses.
Smokescreen watches me as I stare at the items before looking at him helpless. He encourages me kindly, "Go ahead and draw." When I continue to stare at him, Smokescreen slowly comes to a conclusion. "You don't know how to draw do you?" I speak one word, "No." My sweet adorable high pitch voice shocks him but he snaps out of it before showing me how to draw. "You take any color stylus and draw something. It can be lines, bots, family, toys, or even buildings."
Anything? I like that idea, too bad Smokescreen has other ideas. "However, I want you to draw something for me. Can you draw me a picture of your nightmares? It will help you greatly." Scratch that, I have a better idea. I take a blue stylus and begin drawing. I use many colorful styluses to make my picture, and then I show it to him.
Smokescreen looks at the picture with interest but sighs, "That's Optimus Prime, Star, a Cybertronian feline and you. This is not a nightmare. Good job though, I like the picture. Want to save it to show Optimus and Star when they come back for you?" I nod my head happy and reach for my data pad. He smiles softly at me giving up on drawing something about a nightmare. Hey! I can't remember anything!
The mech shows me how to save the picture to the data pad and how to open another blank page to draw on. From there, I begin drawing another picture. This one takes a while but when I am done I am smiling. Smokescreen takes the data pad with a smile thinking I drew another wonderful picture; oh is he wrong. "What in Primus's name is this? Solarflare, who is this mech?" He points to the dark mech that is eating him. I reply with one word, well name, "Megsy!" He looks at me weird before it finally registers. His horrified face is hilarious and causes me to burst out giggling.
Just then, the door opens to a familiar femme walks in and catches my attention. Standing up in my chair I hold my arms up as she comes over to while calling out her name, "STAR!" The femme chuckles as she picks me up, "Have you been good for Smokescreen?" Grinning, I reply, "Yes! Flare good!"
My adopted creator turns toward the mech and looks at him funny. "What's wrong with you?" He looks up still looking a bit horrified, and shows her my picture. It is a picture of him being eaten by Megsy. "She drew this. Tell star who this mech is that is eating me." Grinning, I state, "Megsy!" Star looks at me concerned, "As in Megatron?" Tilting my helm a bit, I look at her curious and put the pieces together. I then try the name, "Meg-ah-tron?" Happy I said it right, I grin, "Megsy! Megatron!"
My creator chuckles at me as she smiles. "Good job Solarflare. Now, how does playing with Bee sound?" At the mention of my friend's name, I exclaim, "Bee! Bee!" Star chuckles and tells the mech, "Thank you for giving her therapy today Smokey. I'll bring her back tomorrow." The mech looks at me and smiles sadly, "It might be a while, but I think drawing will do her good. Let me give you this data pad and the colorful styluses for her to use." I watch as he gathers the styluses I was using earlier and puts them in a little pouch with the data pad.
He walks over to us and holds them out for me, "Whenever you want to draw Solarflare, draw." Staring unsure at the items, I ask, "Mine?" Sensing my uneasy, the mech looks at me and smiles, "Yes these are yours and only yours. No one will take them from you Solarflare." I accept the gift and stare at them with awe. I never got such a great gift as this from anyone. Smokescreen informs my creator, "Make sure she always brings these with her." I wave at the mech, "Buh-bye!" He smiles at me as I am carried out.
~No One's~
Prime's mate carries their adopted sparkling out of Prowl's brother's office and down the hall. The white sparkling chatters away in clicks and chirps with a few understandable words here and there. Her carrier smiles and lets her talk even if she does not understand half of what she is saying.
Within no time, the two femmes arrive at the med bay where an eager yellow and black sparkling awaits their arrival. Star places the white sparkling into the play pen. She watches as the yellow one tackles her. "Flare!" "Bee!" The two sparklings giggle a storm while their adopted carrier or sire watches them.
The red and white medic smiles at the two. "How did her session with Smokescreen go?" Star leans against a berth watching the two sparklings run over to a set of colorful blocks to play with. "She learned how to draw. Smokescreen taught her to draw which might have been a bad idea." Ratchet raises a brow, "And why is that?" The dark blue femme chuckles, "She drew Smokescreen being eaten by Megatron. As funny as it was, it concerns me. Solarflare must know Megatron if she drew him and called him Megsy." Ratchet looks at her shocked, "Could he be her sire? Or perhaps he was her guardian appointed by her creators. Either way Star, we can't let him have her." She nods her head, "Keep an optic on her. I have a meeting to attend." With that she leaves.
~Ratchet~
While cleaning my med bay, I make sure to keep an optic on the sparklings, especially the white one. From what Star has said, it would explain a lot such as why there have not been any decepticon attacks. If Solarflare truly is Megatron's sparkling or he is her appointed guardian, then it would explain the quietness we've had from the cons as well as their weird patterns all over Cybertron.
Sighing, I listen to the two giggle. I wonder if we could use this information to end the war. Perhaps Solarflare is all we need to end this war, but how do we end it. We can't just come straight out and state 'We have your sparkling Megatron. Surrender yourself and army in exchange for the sparklings wellbeing.' It wouldn't work nor would we ever say that. Solarflare has grown on us, especially me. I thought the seekling was a decepticon spy but it turns out she is truly a sparkling through and through.
A sound catches my attention. Looking over at the sparklings, I find a ground bridge appearing near the sparklings. Rushing over to them, I snatch Bumblebee and Solarflare up before backing up. As the purple figure walks through the ground bridge, I instantly recognize who it is and apparently so does a few others. The feline rushes over to the mech and sits waiting for a command. At the same time, the white seekling wiggles in my arms calling out, "Wave! Wave!"
At the mention of his name, Soundwave looks up towards me. "What do you want Soundwave?!" The mech slowly points a long claw at the seekling in my arms. Now I am really confused. Maybe he is her sire. After all, the feline sits obediently at his feet and Solarflare knows him. It would explain why she knows Megatron and why the cons are quiet. "Give me one reason why I should her over?!"
"Soundwave: guardian. Scarlet: decepticon sparkling."So he's not her sire rather his guardian. Either way, he's not getting her. "Too bad. Tell Megatron he's not getting his creation! She is suffering from too much and has a new family here!" The white seekling manages to jump out of my arms. "Solarflare, no!" A tentacle catches the falling sparkling and places her into Soundwave's arms. "Wave!" I watch as Solarflare gives him a hug the best she can.
The purple mech turns to me and again uses recordings of different voices to speak. "Megatron: no sire. Sire: offlined. Carrier: offlined. Trine: offlined. Family: decepticon. Autobots: kidnappers.""WHAT! We did not kidnap her! Star found her alone in the middle of nowhere-" Something hard and painful hits the back of my helm. Stumbling, I catch myself and place Bumblebee down on a medical berth as my vision begins to blur. "Bee!" calls out the high pitch voice. I pull out a dagger, "You will not take… Solarflare-" Another hit to the helm from behind does me in. I stumble to the floor and watch helplessly as the decepticon third in command picks up Bumblebee who is crying. I watch as he clings to Solarflare as they are carried through the ground bridge with Fifi following. No. Not them please…
And that's where I will be leaving you all hanging! :D Sorry if it appears short, but I had to rewrite everything from what I originally had planned for this chapter and will have to rewrite what I have for the next chapter. I'm sorry it's taken a long time to post, but I hope you all enjoyed it.
*Note: Smokescreen is what Nicolette and I consider older Smokescreen or Smokey. Transformers Prime Smokescreen is the young Smokescreen with no relations to Smokey or Prowl. Confusing right, well young Smokescreen will not be in this… for a long time that is.
Nicolette: I hate you.
Katrina: Too bad I hate you too.
Nicolette: *rolls eyes* You just had to have both sparklings kidnapped.
Katrina: *grins* All in due time.
Nicolette: *growls* Whatever. Hurry up and finish.
Katrina: Thank you again for reading. Please leave a review. Any ideas you all may have, please leave that in your review. If you have any questions, do not be afraid to PM message me. I do not bite.
Solarflare: *pops in* Buh-bye!