Transforming Combaticons
"Combaticons! Merge into Bruticus!" Megatron's voice carried over the battlefield. Almost before it finished echoing, the Combaticons sprang into action, their bodies twisting and bending as they changed from their robot modes into Bruticus's component pieces.
As always there was an all-too-brief moment before the individual Combaticons' personalities fully coalesced into Bruticus's larger, slower over-mind. For that brief moment, they were six together instead of five and one separately.
Bruticus liked these moments best. For this brief time, he was awake, aware and not alone. He'd learned from the others just how horrible it was to be alone, learned the lesson well enough that he clung to these moments for when he was stuck back into five-space. These moments were his only real chances to get to know his brothers as their real selves rather than just as parts of his body.
How much they were really aware of him, he wasn't sure but sometimes he could sense them reaching back to him, reassuring him with fragments of themselves, their memories, their histories before the reawakening, drawing him into their team, making him one of the family just as he was drawing them in and making them into himself.
And then, the moment passed and, alone again, Bruticus rose over the battlefield.