Author's note: XD This one is set before the chapter in the first Addiction story where Astral Flare is mentioned. This has several different pairings in it and is my XD bit of fun where I get to create a ZILLION Sparklings from a number of different pairings. XD Eg Chromia and Ironhide, Megatron and Starscream... and XD well XD people can suggest pairings they want to see the Sparkling from. Just to make it clear, this is set in the Addiction and Senses universe. The Ship comes from an alternate reality XD hehehee.

Main Pairings: Astral Flare (Astrotrain) and Skydive, Wheeljack and Thundercracker (Thunderstorm), Silverbolt and Blackout, Skywarp and Fireflight, Ironlancer and Nightrave. XD and a few others along the way! XD Suggestions for who to put Bluestreak with are welcome! XD including Decepticons. XD And Decepticons you want to turn into Autobots.

Disclaimer: I own the ship and Sparklings (eg Ironlancer) XD but not the othersXD

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"Just a little more…" Wheeljack breathed out as he studied the display readouts on the small holographic display that hovered before his optics, his servos were half buried within the interactive display, fiddling with a thousand tiny variables in an attempt to perfect the Warp Space Field. "Add a touch more power…"

"That is a very unwise move, Wheeljack." Perceptor commented, his blue gaze revealing his concern as he was observing the other Mech and his manipulations, the pair had been working for Orns on this collaboration project, something that required both of them and a little hand from both Ratchet and First Aid to balance out everything. "The dampening field can only take so much stress; you are bending the limits…" His voice was tinged with worry, watching the large device that sat quiet happily in the middle of the empty field that they had been allowed to use as a testing ground far away from humans and the Autobot base.

"It will hold."

The faintest of blue shimmers was beginning to form in the air above the rather odd looking contraption, a slow disc of energy forming, rippling and whirling wildly within the shimmering barrier. Trailbreaker was managing the controls of the dampening field and the force field he had erected about the device to prevent one of Wheeljack's well known explosions from happening.

"Maybe you should listen to Perceptor…" Trailbreaker said, glancing back towards the experiment and letting out a soft sigh, wishing to return to his Bondmate who would most likely sitting back in their quarters… A smile touched his lips at that thought, knowing that there was indeed someone waiting for him to return, though the soft chirp of his comm unit made him grin brightly.

'When will you be back?' The soft whisper tickled the back of 'Breaker's processors, warming his Spark far more than he could ever say.

'Maybe half a Joor if I'm lucky.'

A soft huff echoed in his audios from somewhere far away and Trailbreaker could almost picture the little pouting slightly, hands on slender hips blades trembling slightly in repressed desire and… 'Why will it take that long? I was planning on a wash in the cleanser… and you know how I can't quite reach…'

"Blades…" Trailbreaker groaned softly with a shake of his head, hearing the laughter, but also received an image of Blades posing before the long reflector in their bedroom, pale blue optics gazing at him in a look… And there was definitely a lack of armour… 'I'll try to hurry…'

'Good.'

"Trailbreaker, please… processors on the job?" Wheeljack called with a chuckle, his dark blue optics flashing in amusement at catching the usually very dedicated and unflappable Defense Specialist caught up within his Bond.

The black Mech looked flustered at having been caught out, his entire frame shifting uncomfortably before he was returning his attention to the work at hand, his optical ridges coming together at some of the power fluctuations that were running through his generators. "Sorry…"

Perceptor let out a soft chuckle, before glancing back towards Trailbreaker with the merest hint of a smile touching his lips, showing he too was quite glad that they had not lost the Mech to the black depression that had caught him. But his gaze flickered out towards the five Flyers that were guarding the perimeter against any interference the Decepticons might send their way. Two of the Aerialbots were clearly not enjoying guard duty. Airraid and Slingshot were both clearly not enjoying it, both complaining loudly at Silverbolt who was gritting his denta and bearing with the wash of inaudible complaints and jabs been made at him.

Fireflight was already off with the fairies, or at least off with Internet… No one ever quite knew what went through the Bot's processors. Skydive was attempting to talk to his Brother, but it was clear that Fireflight was definitely not about to listen to the Aerial Tactician's words, the only one that seemed to be even remotely interested in what was going on was Silverbolt. The gentle and graceful silver Flyer was attempting to call the others to actually pay attention… but was failing quite miserably.

"You're a hard-aft, you know Bolts." Slingshot jabbed, optics narrowing upon his Commander, his lips twisting into a smirk as he watched the silvery Mech jolt slightly before icy pale blue optics swung around to regard him. "No wonder they only use you as a cargo carrier. Whoever heard of a flyer that is afraid of heights?"

"You should be focusing on your duty, not on…"

"You got more glitches then subroutines. You're a coward in battle, a coward in the air…"

Skydive was elbowing Slingshot hard in the side, the Tactician maybe the bookworm and prefer his library and reference material to actual combat, but he didn't like it when Slingshot and Airraid decided to take out their frustrations on their commander. "That is enough, 'Shot, Silverbolt does a fine job."

"Right!" He growled sharply, shoving Skydive away, a disgusted look crossing his face. "He's a coward, you're afraid of fighting and he's an Airhead."

Fireflight was blinking slightly, his helm twisting about to regard their accuser, a hurt look crossed over the young Mech's facial plates, his shoulders drooping. "I…"

"Don't take your insecurities, Slingshot out on us."

"Oh, just SHUT IT!" Slingshot went for Skydive, hand ready to catch the other Aerialbot across the jaw, when Silverbolt caught Slingshot by the edge of one wing, jerking him backwards. "That's what you always do! Talk. Endlessly! We don't want to hear your slag. SHUT UP AND SLAG OFF!"

The three Mechs were staring in surprise at the rather giant row between the Aerialbots. They had seem them bicker before, but… this was definitely not something that they had expected.

"Hey! Hey… calm down." Trailbreaker was attempting to soothe the rather ruffled feathers of the different Mechs, but it was clear that Slingshot had hit home for three of their number, Silverbolt, Fireflight and Skydive each had caught the blow against their personal faults rather hard.

Everyone suddenly turned back towards the field when a brilliant spiraling vertex formed solidly within the heart of the shimmering blue barrier, Wheeljack giving a cry of delight at seeing it form within the flickering forcefield.

When suddenly every single communication's device each of the Mech's had chirped rather loudly to life as something from the other side of the field was suddenly hailing them. For a long moment there was a crackle of static….

'This is Field Commander Ironlancer to any Cybertronian forces…'

Wheeljack and Perceptor were staring at each other. That voice?

"Ironhide?" Trailbreaker questioned, knowing that voice well or at least the deep resonance of it.

'This is Field Commander Ironlancer to anyone that is picking up this signal… We are in need of assistance… Please…' There was an abrupt rush of static. 'Please… I beg you… help us… The Decepticons have destroyed the last Autobot base… we are all… that is left… of Cybertron… Please! We need assistance…'

'Commander!' Another voice suddenly filled the comm line… 'Lancer… Its Megatron…'

'The engines can't take the strain!'

'They're coming alongside, our shields are down! They're arming main gun batteries!' A few waves of static cut into the transmission again, sending bursts of deafening sound right through their audios and making all cover their audios trying to cut out.

'What… What is that! Hard to port! Bring us about, get us clear!'

'Too late, Commander. It's pulling us in…'

'Brace for impact…!'

'Lancer… Watch out!' A shriek of fear, true Spark blowing terror that made Trailbreaker shudder at the sound, knowing the voice or at least knew the emotions that lay behind it.

Before an explosion roared through the other end of the link, cutting it off…

Wheeljack was suddenly giving a shout of worry as all his instruments were suddenly turning a brilliant and rather nasty shade of red, everything that could go wrong was. The forcefield popped like a bubble, bursting in a wave of bright blue sparks that rained down across them as the prototype Warp Field was expanding and drawing energy from the two field generators which were straining to keep up with the demands.

Trailbreaker was giving a yelp of pain as several of his processors and components fried as his entire forcefield generating systems were burnt out by the sheer power of whatever it was they were doing. His audios perked up slightly, his helm twisting at the sound of helicopter blades, the same familiar for a moment before he felt the cry of his Bondmate through their Bond and knew that it wasn't Blades... Half sprawled on his side, he was staring into the distance as Silverbolt and the other Aerialbots were reacting.

"It's Blackout." Airraid snarled, charging his weapons systems and soon enough he was taking to the air alongside his brothers, they could hear the soft scream of several Seekers.

'This is Trailbreaker to Autobot Base! We are about to have company… lots and lots of…!'

And suddenly from within the swirling vortex there the fine prow of a large rather old Space vessel, badly damaged and filling the air with smoke it was slipping through the strange gateway that Perceptor and Wheeljack had been working on.

"Holy Primus!" Wheeljack was standing right beneath it as it was sliding through the field, like soup between fingers, squeezing through gaining speed as the sickly sound of its engines was horrible to hear. "That's not… It's impossible!" And there proudly upon the charred hull plating of the vessel was a name that none had ever expected to see, the Relic slipped through the barrier. "That ship was destroyed!"

The sister ship of the Ark, the Relic was a beautiful amber-orange, her die-cast hull battered and torn along the length of her frame, but she was still driving forwards, pushing her way through from… places unknown. She was a beauty. But… She was coming down right on top of them. Her prow was rushing downwards as her engines smoked and were almost burning themselves out completely, she was heading straight down towards Wheeljack and Perceptor.

"GET CLEAR!" Trailbreaker was crying as he was attempting to activate his backups, managing to throw a fragile forcefield up about the Engineer and Scientist as he lunged at them, his black form caught them both up, pulling them down and close, attempting to protect them.

Plasma and flaming hot metal was spilling down across the landscape, frying the Warp Space Field Generator, the Ship popping free just as the blue field collapsed. For a moment, the ship hovered on its emergency thrusters before it suddenly pinwheeled, sweeping around and slamming into the nearest hill, dirt and giant clods of grass and foliage being thrust upwards into the air, raining down across the entire landscape.

'Protect the ship!' Trailbreaker cried out to Silverbolt, his systems overheating as he was attempting to protect the two Mechs, they hadn't been able to clear the edge of the ship as it was coming down…

Suddenly, the ship wasn't the only thing they had to worry about as the Generator was suddenly overloading in a violent very Wheeljack-like explosion. The sheer force of the blast slammed into not only the Aerialbots but also the battered ship that was barely managing to stay airborne, it sent it rolling over and over, sending it crashing into the side of one of the neighbouring mountains with a shrieking howl of metal…

The last thing any of the three knew was the blinding wall of flame that rushed towards them…


"Fireflight!" Silverbolt cried out, his sensors screaming as he watched the little red and white flyer catch a hard shot to the wings, clipping them and sending him spirally down towards the ground… He was too far away to make it… too far away to save his little brother.

Suddenly from nowhere, the dark black and lavender tinged flash of Skywarp unexpectedly teleported in, snatching up the little Aerialbot about the waist. The Seeker lifted his head, crimson optics flashing in amusement as a smirk flashed across his lips, sweeping the little flyer up possessively against his larger frame. 'Mine now.' The Decepticon called with a nasty gravelly chuckle, before in another second he vanished as quickly as he had come, taking the offlined little Aerialbot with him.

"FLIGHT!" Silverbolt cried, but soon enough reality was coming back to him, they had been ordered to engage the enemy, attempting to keep them out of range of the newly arrived Ship… The Autobots were on their way… but…

They had been unable to form into Superion, the earlier disagreement had upset their natural Bonds, making it impossible, driving each of the Aerialbots to fight as they were. Now there was no way that they would be forming Superion now… Why hadn't he paid more attention?

"Run little Autobot…" There was suddenly a deep sensual voice whispering close to his audio, his body twisted from the arms that had caught him sharply. Fingers were dancing across his silvery armour, jolts of unfamiliar heat were raging through his systems setting them on fire before he had any chance to react. His gun lifting to aim straight into the face of Blackout as he shoved those servo's away, the Decepticon Tracker was smiling at him in a way that made the Aerialbot Commander shudder right down to his stabilizer servos at the look he was being given. "Run, Silverbolt… maybe… you might give me a challenge."

And the Aerialbot commander was transforming sharply into his Alt mode, powerful engines roaring to life as he was firing his main guns at the nimble Blackout, feeling suddenly cornered as several other Seekers were joining in, Thrust and Ramjet were delighting in strafing him.

He had to draw their fire and their attention. It was becoming clear that Megatron hadn't ordered them to attack, they had little or no interest in the flaming ruins that covered the surrounding hillsides, the Autobots were coming, their signals bright and clear in his sensor fields.

They were close… but not close enough, the others were tiring…

And he need to get these three away from them… his entire frame twisted and swept around, heading for the ground, his rear guns peppering them in return, drawing them all after him. If he could get close to the forests and the distant mountains he would have a chance…

'Brave little Autobot…' That voice had stuck itself into his processors, his Spark lurked at the intimate touch through his private frequency, every sensor burning brightly… and his entire body felt… so hot… 'Brave Silverbolt, run as fast as you can… and maybe I won't catch you....'

'Get out!' He shouted back, hearing the steady but low pitched thumping of those powerful blades, Blackout was fast….

'Do you really want me to leave you?'

A tremor suddenly rippled through every inch of Silverbolt's frame, his Spark jolting at the question which had seemed to come out of nowhere and catch him up so swiftly that there was nothing he could say for a long moment, his entire world was falling apart around him and his Spark was betraying him.

'Silverbolt?'

'Stop saying my name…' Stop calling me… stop… please… just leave me be… I don't need you! I'm not… His Spark was whispering into the darkness of his processors, his insecurities rearing their ugly head as he attempted to go higher. Every system flared wildly, drawing him back to reality. 'Go away! Please… just leave me be…'

'You remember the rooftop…'

How could he forget? How on Cybertron could he forget? How could he forget the feeling of those arms about him? Drawing him gently upwards… soothing him… he cursed himself.

His guns caught Ramjet hard, sending him slamming into Thrust and sent the pair spiraling down towards the ground in a scream of metal and flailing wings. But every shot clear shot he had at Blackout, the Mech dodged easily.

Silverbolt was throwing caution to the wind and was driving his engines to the limit to escape the helicopter that kept on his tail. This was not going to end well or maybe…


'Where are you?' A soft question pinged in his badly damaged processors, the sound of it enough to draw Wheeljack from the black pit that sat above the edge of stasis lock. 'Wheeljack?'

His vocal components glitched badly as he tried to call out from where he was sprawled out amongst the carnage, his entire white, green and red frame was stained black and several of components had almost been completely blasted off. Blue optics flickered slightly, a muffled whisper of a groan escaped him, his frame buried beneath the weight of burning hot debris. The last thing he remembered was Trailbreaker grabbing him… the shimmering edges of a forcefield flickering away before it was dying in a burst of rushing sound… The heat…

"He…l..p…" He gasped out, optics dimming as every system he owned registered a burning hot red alerts that he was soon going to fall into stasis lock… Wheeljack was so cold.

'Where are you?! I can't see you… all this carnage…'

Attempting to move, his head twisted slightly, that voice was unfamiliar to him… but the sound of it was the most comforting thing he had ever heard. "…He…re…"

He could hear footsteps on the uneven ground to one side… His audio panels were flashing slightly, though one was half shattered and hanging to one side of his damaged face. Someone was looking for him… looking just for him… someone had come… His Spark shivered slightly, uncertain and surprised. Everything was a muddle within his damaged processors… his vision was already gone in one optic.

Suddenly there was someone beside him, the heavy weight that rested across his chassis and legs was being tugged up and away, soothing fingers touching his frame. There was a flash of bluish-silver… His blurred vision attempting to focus on who it was that was checking him over, nimble fingers checking over his major systems with skills that would have rivaled Ratchet's. "It will be okay now, Wheeljack…"

"Aid…" Silver… it had to be Aid… but… it was blue… a fine beautiful azure blue that greeted his optics. Amber-red optics gazing down at him with such a worried expression. Who was it?

"No… they won't be here quick enough…" Strong servos were thrusting away the rest of the metal that pinned him to the ground, before arms were sliding slowly beneath him, gathering him up against a warm chassis, his head dropping against a warm throat. Distant sirens were wailing across the landscape, but still distant and Wheeljack needed help… right now. 'Do you trust me?'

Confused blue optics gazed into amber-red, a colour like old wine, beautiful and swallowing all his wandering attention all in one movement. 'I…'

"Wheeljack. Please… trust in me. I won't let anything happen to you…"

But the fight was slipping out of him, not that their was any resistance in the first place to the gentle touch that surrounded him, his helm drooped slightly, bumping up against a blue chassis, hearing the solid sound of a Spark just beneath his audio. 'I… trust you…'

And there was a roar of engines, a whip crack of sound… almost deafening… but soon he felt like he was being lifted upwards… the ground suddenly feeling far away… Someone was carrying him… Someone was protecting him.

Who was it?

Suddenly there was a flash of energy surging past them, so close…

"STOP SHOOTING IRONHIDE!" Ratchet howled… voice sounding still so far away… "He's got Wheeljack!"

"One good shot…"

"And risk hitting 'Jack?" He could barely hear them, his sensitive hearing picking them up…

Why would Ironhide be firing at First Aid? How could First Aid carry him? The feeling of weightlessness was tickling his senses… How could First Aid fly?

Not… Aid…

Not one of the Aerialbots…

Seeker!

Struggling for only a moment, those arms gentled around him, protecting him… and he couldn't fight it, relaxing back into that grasp.

Wine coloured optics… worried… deeply troubled… concerned for him… the soft silvery blue and deeper richer blue armour… Only… one Mech was quite that shade of blue…

Thundercracker.

Why was…?

'Shh…' And soon enough they were soaring, the land giving way beneath them, Thundercracker flying close to the water, throwing up a powerful cloaking field, wrapping it about them and dampening Wheeljack's Autobot signature. 'Let me. Please… 'Jack… let me help you…'

But before he could say a word of protest, his systems gave one final chirp of complaint… and he was sliding into stasis lock wondering what on Cybertron was going on.


'Astral!'

Astrotrain perked up at the sudden call that tickled across his systems, his communications arrays were instantly powering up at the sound of Skydive's communication. 'Calm down, my precious 'Dive. What's the matter?'

'They took them! Skywarp and Thundercracker! Fireflight and Wheeljack!'

'Calm down…' He could feel the flicker of the smaller Mech's anxieties, trying to work out what was going on as all his systems were beginning to power up properly, his systems rising out of the darkness of recharge. 'Start at the beginning.'

'Skywarp snatched Fireflight! You have to go get him… Please! Please Astral! You can't let my Brother stay in the hands of that brute…'

'Shhh… I'll do what I can.' Astrotrain promised, his large frame shifting upwards from his berth, knowing this was not going to be easy. Skywarp was the trickiest Bot to pin down, but why would Thundercracker take Wheeljack? That was the one that didn't make sense… Both of the Seekers were known to be rather… energetic in the berth… But why would he take Wheeljack? 'I can't promise anything.'

'Please…'

'Yes, Love. I promise I will do what I can though.'

It seemed to be enough to sooth the terror that seemed to grip the usually calm Aerial Tactician. 'I… I don't know what to do… Astral… Silverbolt's still not back either…'

'Love I'm sure Silverbolt is fine, I'll check the latest reports and tell if there is anything here about them.' Though he was loath to betray the Decepticons in such a manner, his beloved little Skydive had a way of getting him right in the Spark. Any request the little Aerialbot made would definitely be done to the best of Astrotrain's ability. 'Now you better pay attention… you… you weren't injured were you?'

'No. I'm fine, Astral Flare. Thankyou.'

'I'll see you soon, my beloved Dive.'

'Soon.' Skydive promised softly.


XD So much to put in the next chapters XD OOOOOOOOH I hope you like it! If you do I will write more^^ if not. I'll let this die. (Which I seriously dont' want to do!)