A/N: OH MY GOD! WHY DID I WRITE THIS? I just finished it, and I'm bawling. I'm literally sobbing right now! I don't know if it's just because I'm a weakling, or this is actually really sad, or maybe it's because I'm so sad about starting my senior year tomorrow. I don't know.
This is the oneshot I was talking about the last chapter, just a break from the original story, you don't have to read it.
What the hell is this about Ninja? : Well, this is the oneshot I wrote about Unicronia from TF:P Universe. That's all...
REVIEWS!
Luna Prime- Awsomeness: Me and my brother have been on Minecraft, Hatventures server and we like to put sea puns on the chat XD That's what made me think to put the puns in there! Wheeljack should take Knockout's advice! The new oneshot is right here Silly! XD
Autobotschic: It wasn't my favorite either. I never actually finished it. I stopped watching after =SPOILER= they killed Blurr. I was sad. So very sad.
Autobot-Maday- Hee Hee! Wait. You don't have Sunstreaker? Slag. Where did that sociopath run off to! Thank you for the compliment! It means a lot, especially to my ego!
Anonymous BW FG: XD I sea what you did there! Yes it was, and who said I was done with the inter dimensionary travels!?
Ratchet walked down the streets of Iacon slowly. The city was unusually silent for this time of night, but Ratchet knew better than to think something was wrong. Today was a holiday; The date of a huge festival to celebrate the alignment of Cybertron's moons. An occasion that only happened every thirty vorns.
The festival took place a little outside of Iacon, on the festival grounds. Ratchet would have been there, but his bonded was carrying, and didn't want to risk an accident happening when the Sparklings were supposed to be separated soon.
So, instead of going to the festival Ratchet was stuck in Iacon looking for a confectioner's shop that was open so he could get his bonded some rust sticks and other delicious treats.
Perhaps "Stuck" was the wrong word to use. Ratchet was happy to be helping his bonded, who insisted he not go out looking, and that her craving wasn't such a big deal. His bonded was kind, sweet, and caring. He didn't mind missing the festival, or even being in the middle of an almost empty Iacon for her. What he minded was how every fragging confectioner's shop in Iacon was closed! The only choice he had left was to go to one of the few general stores open, and see if they had any Rust sticks.
Ratchet sighed and walked back down the street and took a left. There on the corner of the road stood a huge sign. "Venture's general store" In smaller glyphs underneath it read. "Venture a glance"
Ratchet snorted. This was probably going to be the classiest place open. Ratchet made his way down to the store. The doors slid open, and a bored mech glanced to Ratchet from his place behind the counter. "Welcome to Venture's general store. Thanks for venturing a glance." He mumbled lamely.
Ratchet raised an optic ridge. "They don't pay you enough to say that."
The mech sighed. "You have no idea."
Ratchet smirked, and slowly made his way down the aisles, looking for what he needed. He occasionally stopped, and looked at a miscellaneous item, but got right back on track after setting the item back down.
He finally stopped in front of all the treats. The unhealthiest objects for Cybertronian consumption. The items his bonded had been craving and consuming since orn one of the carrying process.
Ratchet sighed. These weren't gourmet, but they were the best he could get for his bonded until the confectioner's shops reopened. He reached out and grabbed Rust sticks, energon cookies, sweet energon, taffied energon, copper energon bars, mini energon cakes, and the worst thing he, as a medic, could grab, a giant container of gold flavored frozen sweet energon.
Ratchet struggled down the aisles, and up to the counter. He dropped all the items onto the counter, and stared at the mech behind the counter. The mech stared back and smirked. "Dude, if you just got dumped, there are better ways to deal than drowning yourself in sweets."
"I don't need to explain myself to you." Ratchet stated, motioning with his servos for the mech to hurry up, and tell him how much he owed.
"Thirty-five credits." Ratchet nodded, and passed over his I.D card. The mech scanned it and gave it back. "Your remaining balance is one thousand seven hundred sixty-two credits. Thanks for venturing a glance, and a buy."
Ratchet subspaced the items and snorted. "They seriously don't pay you enough to say that."
The mech sighed. "Thanks."
Ratchet waved as he left the store. He slowly walked down the street and glanced up to one of the tall buildings. A smile graced his lip components. His bonded was on the top floor of that building. Probably sitting on the couch reading a data pad.
Ratchet opened up a comm. link. ::Sweetspark, I'm on my way home::
::Ratchet, I told you that you didn't have to go::
::I had to check on a patient anyways. Besides, for you, it was worth the venture::
Ratchet caught a hint of curiosity from his bond. ::Thank you, Ratchet. It means a lot::
:Anything for you::
::Ratchet, be careful on your way home. I'll be here waiting::
Ratchet smiled as the comm. ended. The venturing was definitely worth it for her. Murdering the Prime would be worth it for!
Ratchet typed in the code for his unit. It had a perfect view of Iacon from the top floor of a huge building. The door slid open, and Ratchet shuffled through. He walked through the small foyer, and went straight to the kitchen. He unloaded the goods from his subspace. The container of frozen energon was placed in the freezer, but soon forgotten.
"Ratchet, wh-what is all this stuff?"
Ratchet turned and smiled at the femme that stood in the kitchen's doorway. The cerulean that accented her silver frame sparkled under the kitchen's lighting. Her curved audio receptors twitched with curiosity.
"It's treats. I had to go to a general store instead of a confectioner's shop, and I didn't know what you'd like, so I bought the most expensive of your favorite treats. If you don't like them, it's fine. We can just throw them out." Ratchet shrugged.
The femme gave Ratchet a concerned look, and walked over to the pile of treats, and examined a package. "That would be a waste. Besides, you know I'm not picky. Anything sweet would have been fine."
Ratchet shook his helm. "It didn't cost half as much as I usually spend. If you're not happy with throwing them out, I can always pass them out to my patients."
The femme frowned. "There you go again. Assuming I won't enjoy what you got me." The femme turned with a package of energon cookies, and walked to the doorway.
"They were cheap. I wouldn't expect you to enjoy them."
The femme leaned against the doorway, and opened the package. She took out a cookie, and took a bite. A huge smile came across her face. "You spoil me."
"You need to be spoiled."
"I don't. You just enjoy spoiling me. You need to stop."
Ratchet frowned. "Who are you to take away the things I enjoy?"
The femme laughed. "I worry about how the twins will turn out if you spoil them as much as you spoil me."
Ratchet smirked as he began putting the treats in a cabinet. "They will cause trouble everywhere they go, and I'll regret it for the rest of my life."
The femme giggled as she pulled another cookie out of the package. "Ratchet, you may just be spot on with that."
"Unicronia, I know I am." Ratchet smiled as he walked up to the femme, and kissed her. He pulled away, and licked his lips. "The cookies are good."
"They are." Unicronia took another bite of the cookie. "Twins. Can you believe it?"
Ratchet smiled and led the femme through the huge apartment, and into a sitting area. He helped her onto the couch, and sat down next to her. "How do you feel?"
The femme swallowed the bite of cookie she had in her mouth and smiled. "They are fluttering around right now. Sometimes it feels like they're fighting, but after they're done they continue on like nothing happened." Unicronia took another bite of her cookie.
Ratchet smiled. "They're becoming more active. It's almost time for separation." Unicronia nodded in agreement. "Percy said the protoforms were complete, and if we wanted to have a last minute look over, we could."
Unicronia licked her fingers, and Ratchet took the package of cookies away. She frowned at his action. "Did you tell Percy that we trust him fully with the protoforms?"
Ratchet nodded, and placed the package of cookies on the ground next to him. "I did."
Unicronia peeked over to the cookies, and repositioned herself to get a better view. "What else did you tell him?"
Ratchet gave a sheepish smile. "I told him I would be there tomorrow to correct any errors."
Unicronia sighed in defeat from the cookies. She turned to face Ratchet. "I will not be part of that."
Ratchet smiled, and picked up the package of cookies. "I'm sure you won't. Come. It's time for recharge." Ratchet stood up, and placed the cookies on the in table. He turned Unicronia and helped her up off the couch. He laced his digits with hers, and led her up to the stairs, though the hall,and into their room. "Do you want any energon beside the berth?"
"Ratchet, I'll be fine." Unicronia pulled herself up onto her side of the berth, and laid down. "Are you coming to recharge, or are you going to your office?"
"I have a couple of medical records to update, then I'll come to recharge." Ratchet bent down and kissed Unicronia's forehelm. "Have a good recharge."
"Good recharge, Ratchet."
Ratchet sent a smile to his bonded as the berthroom door shut. He slowly walked down the hall, and into his study. He glanced around silently. All of the data pads he had out the night before were neatly stacked; opposed to the messy pile he left them in. His styluses were put back in the small energon cube he was supposed to keep them in. His desk chair was neatly pushed in , and a cerulean data pad sat on the center of the desk.
Ratchet frowned. He picked up the data, turned it on, and read the neat, scripted lines of glyph.
Ratchet,
Try not to work so hard, and try to keep everything neat.
Unicronia
Ratchet wanted to smile at the note, but it was a stressful job to clean his office, and a job a carrying bot shouldn't do. Ratchet sighed as he slid the data pad into his subspace. He pulled out his chair from under his desk, and pulled three data pads out from his subspace. He looked them over before placing them on the desk, and walking over to his shelves to pull out three more.
Ratchet had to update some of the patients files. They were coming in faster than he could treat them. The council was pushing the miner class bots harder than the bots frames could take. He lost seven patients yesterday. The six files he had were of the bots that were still online; Barely anyways.
The miner class didn't make enough credits to afford energon, and those who did make enough were fighting in the gladiator pits. Ratchet provided miner class bots, who called him to their homes, free medical care. He also worked for the Iacon hospital where he treated higher class castes who had enough money to pay.
Ratchet sighed, and signed off on the changes to one of his patients medical grade. He was hoping that by adding extra nanites to the mech's system it would boost the activity level of the other nanites, but it wasn't an absolute fix.
Ratchet pushed away from his desk, and threw the last data pad down. He stood up, and didn't bother pushing the chair back in. He walked through the door, and switched the lights out. He continued down the hall, and into his room.
Unicronia laid silently on her side of the berth. Her knees were bent towards her body, and her servos wrapped protectively around her chassis. Ratchet smiled, and walked to the small storage closet. He pulled out a thermo blanket, and draped it over the femme. His smile fell as he spotted an empty package of energon cookies on the berthside table.
"Ratchet… Ratchet."
Ratchet rolled over, and groaned.
"Ratchet."
Ratchet finally onlined his optics. "Unicronia?"
A rust stick hung from the femmes mouth, and her servos were wrapped around her chassis. She pulled the rust stick out of her mouth, and gave Ratchet a smile. "It's time."
Ratchet slowly sat up and smacked his mouth plates. "That's nice."
Uncronia smiled lightly at the living offlined mech on her berth. "Yes, it is. I've already contacted Percy to send the protoforms to the clinic, and I've called Skyrider and told him to be ready to transfer the sparks, so are you ready to go?"
"Hmm." Ratchet's optics offlined, and he slowly fell to back down to the berth. For a moment Unicronia thought he passed out, but a couple of kliks later Ratchet shot up, and his optics flashed online. "It's time?"
"Yes."
"It's time! It's time!" Ratchet jumped up, and ran out the door. Unicronia stood in place for a moment before giggling. She had enough time to pop the rust stick back into her mouth before Ratchet sprinted back into the room, and threw her over his shoulder. He then continued running to the clinic yelling, "It's time! It's time!"
Unicronia laid on the medical berth waiting to see her new sparklings. Ratchet sat on a chair next to her, and smiled. "Designations?"
"You'll see." Unicronia smiled.
Ratchet nodded. He leaned back and released a content sight. The medics were scanning the new sparklings, ad taking energon samples. The energon samples would be analyzed for the correct amount of nanites, and to see if any cosmic rust particles were present.
A mech walked into the room smiling. "You two are one lucky couple. The sparklings are healthy, and everything's is good. A nurse should bring them in for naming, and as soon as the proper forms are filled out, you may take them home."
Unicronia smiled. "I can't wait."
Ratchet smiled at his bonded. The medic nodded. "Any questions?"
Unicronia's optics dimmed in thought. "You can contact me exactly like you did today, if you remember them."
Unicronia smiled, and nodded. Ratchet stood up to shake the mech's servo. "Thanks Skyrider."
Skyrider nodded, and smiled. A nurse walked in with two sparklings in his servos. A red one with black accents, a black helm and audio horns; And a yellow one with a black helm, black lined finnials with a yellow center, and black accents.
The sparkling were holding each other's servos, and pushing in an ultimate power struggle. Unicronia smiled, and held out her servos for the sparklings. The nurse passed them over, and Unicronia's smile widened. "Ratchet, they're so adorable."
Ratchet scooted closer. "Can we keep them?"
Unicronia laughed at the joke. "Yeah, but if they lubricate on my floor, they are out on the streets!"
Ratchet laughed. "What's their names?"
Unicronia glanced at the red one, who was cheering and yelling for his victory. "This one is Sideswipe. I can already tell he's going to be a reckless one." Ratchet smiled as Unicronia turned the yellow one who had his arms crossed over his chest, and huge frown on his faceplates. "Sunstreaker. He seems sunny already."
Ratchet smiled. "Beautiful names." He complimented as Unicronia passed the sparklings to him. She accepted a data pad from the nurse, and began filling in the information on the two sparklings.
Ratchet stared down into the sparklings' optics. He smiled and looked over to Unicronia for a long enough period of time that Sideswipe had a chance to spit at his helm, and giggle manically. Ratchet's helm twisted to Sideswipe. Sunstreaker's faceplates scrunched up in disgust. "You're telling me." Ratchet mumbled to the sparkling as Unicronia laughed.
Ratchet frowned. "Will somebody wipe this stuff off my face. My servos are tied!"
Unicronia laughed harder.
Ratchet sighed as he walked into his unit. It was a long day. He got stuck with tall the idiot patients. One was an artist who was working on a statue and sliced his digit off with a sculpting laser. Another was a youngling who jumped off a the top of a huge jungle gym in some park as part of a fragging dare! The youngling injured part of his protoform, and had to have a minor surgery.
Ratchet shook his helm, and walked through the small foyer and into the living room. In a crib to the far right of the room two sparklings sat leaned up against each other in recharge. A little ways away Ratchet's most important bot sat in a chair with a sketching data pad out and her back facing him.
Ratchet stepped closer, and smiled at the picture the femme was now coloring in. Sunstreaker's arms were crossed over his chest, and his usual scowl was smeared across his face, while an eager Sideswipe had one of Sunstreaker's finials in his mouth, and his arms wrapped around Sunstreaker's neck.
Ratchet chuckled; breaking the femme's concentration. "Ratchet! You're home!" The femme stood up and kissed Ratchet. "How was your day?"
Ratchet smiled. "Not as fun as yours. I just had a bunch of idiot patients. How was your day, Unicronia?"
Unicronia smiled. "Allow me to talk to you all about it." Unicronia sat down on the couch and patted the space next to her for Ratchet. As soon as Ratchet's aft hit the couch Unicronia was talking. "Skyrider said it was safe to begin feeding the sparklings things besides low grade, so I have Sides and energon cookie, and sunny got a rust stick."
Ratchet smiled and Unicronia continued. "You should have seen the sparklings go! Sides was crawling so fast I didn't think I'd be able to catch him, and Sunny was right behind him!"
"Were they a servo full?"
"No, but I have a feeling Sides is going to be a troublemaker."
"Why do you say that?" Ratchet asked.
Unicronia laughed at the skepticism. "The little mech loves picking on his brother, and any bot with in servo's grasp."
Ratchet smiled remember the sketch. "The sketch?"
"The sketch!" Unicronia confirmed. "Sunny doesn't take too lightly to bots on his paint. Oh! Sides said his first word!"
"Oh? And what was it?"
"Sire! Well, you know, in his own special way."
Ratchet sat there staring into space. "Sire?"
"Yeah!" Unicronia nodded. Her smile slowly faded. "I'm kinda worried about Sunny though. He hasn't even tried to speak coherently. All he does is sit and grump."
Ratchet frowned. "It's normal for sparklings to develop at their own pace. Some are slower than ohers."
"I know." Unicronia nodded. "It's almost time to enroll them into sparkling day care. I have to get back to work at the university."
"I don't think your students miss you that much."
Unicronia giggled. "I doubt they do as well, but we agreed. Six megacycles. It's been five and a half."
Ratchet nodded. "We did agree."
Crying came from the crib followed by another set of wails. Unicronia walked over to the crib and began cooing. Sideswipe began giggling and clapping, while Sunstreaker smacked him. Sideswipe stared at Sunstreaker for a moment before breaking out into wails again.
Unicronia bend down and tapped Sunstreaker's arm. "No hitting." Sunstreaker sent a glare to the femme as she looked over to Sideswipe. "That didn't hurt, and you know it. It surprised you more than anything."
Ratchet smiled and walked up to the crib. He picked up Sideswipe and began bouncing him and rubbing his back. "You're carrier doesn't know what she's saying, right?"
"Siwer!" Sideswipe yelled as his wails abruptly stopped, and his giggles began.
Unicronia crossed her servos. "Playing favorites are we, Ratchet?"
Ratchet raised an optic ridge. "You have your own sparkling over there." Ratchet nudged his helm over to Sunstreaker who sat in the crib pouting.
Unicronia sighed and walked over to the closet on the far side of the room. "That's fine." She pulled out a paint kit, a small canvas made of white sheet metal, and an easel. She set up all of the stuff, and walked over to the crib. She picked up the yellow sparkling and sat him up with some pillows. "Sunny is going to watch me transcribe my sketch to canvas!"
Ratchet smiled. "Sides will help me clear a section of the wall."
Sideswipe looked between the smashed crystal tree, and his brother, Sunstreaker. "You did it." He pointed his digit.
They just got home from the youngling center, and Sideswipe got bored. They weren't allowed back outside until their Carrier or Sire got home. Sure, Sunstreaker could draw, but Sideswipe was more of a sporty mechling.
Sunstreaker crossed his servos. "Nu-uh! You were the one who threw the ball when you know we aren't supposed to play with it in the house!"
"That's a lie!" It was true. He didn't throw the ball. His homemade catapult did. What? He was bored. "You know it's a filthy lie! You filthy liar!"
"I'm not filthy or a liar!" Sunstreaker growled, and got ready to pounce on his brother.
Sideswipe looked at the clock, and then directly at his brother. "Stop!" His brother stopped and stared at the clock as well. "Carrier is going to be back any klik. Help me hide this!"
Sunstreaker put his nose in the air, and climbed onto the couch. "You broke it, you hide it. That's always been our rule."
"Come on! Sire got that crystal tree for Carrier on her spark orn while we were still Sparklings!"
Sunstreaker turned his back to his twin. Sideswipe gasped. "You- We promised to always help each other when we were in trouble!" The sound of the unit's door opening filled Sideswipe with dread and fear.
"Sunny, Sides! Are you here?"
Energon tears began running down Sideswipes face. "Sunny." Sideswipe pleaded.
"Sideswipe! Sunstreaker!"
Sunny stood up and walked over to Sideswipe. He slowly began picking up the shattered pieces. Sideswipe hiccupped as the living room door opened.
"Sunny, Sides, Why didn't you answer me?" Their carrier frowned when she spotted the tiny pieces of the crystal tree. "What happened?"
Sideswipe froze as Sunstreaker stood up. He began shaking his helm at Sunstreaker; Almost pleading Primus for Sunstreaker not to tattle on him. Sideswipe offlined his optics, readying his audios for the crushing words to come out of Sunstreaker vocal processor.
"I did it."
Sideswipes optics onlined suddenly as he stood gaping at Sunstreaker. "I was playing with the ball, and it flew into your tree." Sunstreaker lied.
Their Carrier's frown deepened. She took a deep breath. "Go to your room!' She yelled pointing up the stairs.
Sideswipe cringed. Sunstreaker stood there shocked. He knew his carrier would be upset, but she never raised her voice to shouting. Never.
"Are your audios not working?"
Sunstreaker glared at Sideswipe and stomped off. Sideswipe watched as his carrier calmly picked up the small bits of crystal. "You would never do something like this, would you, Sides?" Sideswipe sniffed and shook his helm robotically. His carrier frowned. "Sunny won't be having dessert, and I bought his favorite treats, too."
Sideswipe felt his guilt rise up. "Carrier I-"
"No, it's alright, Sides. Sunny has to take his own punishment."
"But-"
"Sides, he won't be mad at you."
Sideswipe didn't understand. His carrier was usually ready to listen to Sideswipe and Sunstreaker whether they were bad mouthing some youngling, (which they got lectured about after they were done.) or telling a complete bogus story. But this time, when Sideswipe needed her to listen to what really happened, she completely ignored him.
His carrier silently picked up the shattered crystal, occasionally glancing up to Sideswipe or checking on Sunstreaker with their bond. She sighed, and picked up the pot and base of the crystal tree. "Ratchet won't be happy. Sunny might even have to buy a new tree with his allowance."
Sunstreaker was going to spend those credits on art supplies! Sideswipe directed his attention to Sunstreaker's side of the bond. ~Sunny, I'm telling carrier I broke it!~
~Idiot! If you tell her I'll beat you!~
Sideswiepe whined. He didn't want Sunstreaker to have to waste his credits because of him! On the other servo, he didn't want to get beat by Sunstreaker either. ~But Sunny!~
~Mute it! You heard what I said!~
As soon as Ratchet walked into the unit Unicronia called Sunstreaker to the living room. She and Ratchet sat on the couch with Sideswipe right between them. Sunstreaker stood in front of them.
The twins had been in this situation a lot, under the beaming gaze of their creators. They were required to say what they did wrong, and then Ratchet and Unicronia would dish out the punishments. This was the first time Sunstreaker stood in front of them without his twin by his side.
"Tell Ratchet what you did." Unicronia orchestrated the whole event.
Sunstreaker glared at Sideswipe who squirmed and held in the urge to scream that he broke the tree. "I played with the ball in the house, and broke the crystal tree you got carrier."
Ratchet frowned and looked to Unicronia. "The one I got you for your spark orn?"
Unicronia nodded. The room went silent as their creators started discussing the punishment through their comm. links. If Sideswipe were to shout it out now, Sunstreaker couldn't do anything without getting in trouble. He could do it! He just had to open his mouth , and-
"Sunstreaker, you aren't having dessert tonight, and after you are released from the youngling center you are to come to my office in the University for the Next Decaorn, do you understand?" Sunstreaker nodded. Sideswipe flinched as if it was his own punishment. The University was the most boring place on Cybertron! The twins usually came straight home and played. "Sides, you are free to come home and play after youngling school."
Sideswipe narrowed his optics in determination. He broke the crystal tree, and he would take the punishment! "Carrier I-"
"Mute it, Sides!" Sunstreaker yelled, stopping Sideswipe from going through with his plan.
Sideswipe frowned. Unicronia stood up. "Your energon is ready. I'll meet you three in the dining room."
"You went too far, Sunstreaker." Ratchet muttered standing up, and following their carrier out of the room.
Sideswipe frowned. "I want to tell them!"
Sunstreaker growled. "If you tell them, I'll offline you!" Sunstreaker stomped out of the room.
A couple of orns went by slowly. Sideswipe had stopped talking to anyone. He sat in the living room staring at where the small crystal tree used to sit. He lost his appetite, and didn't really feel like doing anything. If Sunstreaker was going to have a horrible time, he would have to have a worse time.
Unicronia had received a call from the youngling center. One of the twins' instructors were worried about Sideswipe. Unicronia agreed that he was acting unusually, and that she was planning on confronting him about it today. She looked down at Sunstreaker who sat grumping in his little area inside her office. Her doo hissed open and one of her students walked through.
"Sorry, I was just having issues with this question." The femme looked over to the corner. "Aww! He's cute! Is this one of your younglings?"
Unicronia smiled. "This is Sunstreaker. He's upset because he is being punished."
The femme giggled. "What did he do?"
"He lied."
Sunstreaker looked up to his carrier. "I did not! I broke a crystal tree!"
Unicronia leaned back in her chair. "Sideswipe broke the crystal tree."
Sunstreaker looked surprised. He frowned, and looked down at the ground. "I broke the crystal tree."
The femme looked between her professor, and the youngling. "Sunstreaker, let me give you some advice. Your carrier, she's not stupid. All carriers know when their younglings are lying."
Unicronia smirked at her student. "Know by expirence?"
"I do."
Sunstreaker scowled. "Why isn't Sideswipe getting in trouble then?"
"He is. He's tried to tell me Primus knows how many times that he broke the tree, but I won't let him. His guilt is eating him alive, and I was going to end that today."
"What about your tree?"
Unicronia shook her helm. "That's not important." She turned her helm back to her student. "Now, which problem did you need help on?"
Unicronia walked into the unit with Sunstreaker in tow. She stepped into the living room, and spotted Sideswipe. "Sides." She called gently. She frowned when he ignored her, and his helm angled downward to stare at the ground instead of the wall.
Unicronia tried to get his attention through the bond, but she was ignored once again. She walked up to the youngling, and tapped his shoulder. "Sideswipe." Sideswipe turned his helm towards her. His optics were dull, and a distinct frown was on his faceplates. "Are you okay?" Sideswipe just turned his helm back to the floor.
Unicronia pressed her forehelm to his, and reeled back. "Sides, you're burning up!
Sunstreaker stepped closer. "Is he okay?"
Unicronia glanced down at him, and picked up Sides. "I don't know. I'm going to take him to Ratchet. Do you want to go?" Sunstreaker nodded his helm furiously. "I thought so."
Unicronia walked into Ratchet's clinic. Ratchet stood behind the counter talking to one of his patients. "Remember, only drink it once an orn."
The mech nodded and walked off. Ratchet turned to Unicronia. "Bring him back." Unicronia stepped through the halls, Sunstreaker hot on her heels. Ratchet pointed to a room, and Unicronia turned into it.
Sunstreaker sat in the corner of the room with his face tucked into his knees as his sire examined his brother. "It's just a stress induced flux in temperature. Put him to recharge, and keep him home tomorrow."
"Sunny," Sunstreaker looked up to Ratchet. "Stay home with him tomorrow, and help take care of your brother, okay?" Ratchet smirked at Sunstreaker nodded.
Unicronia picked up a gloomy Sideswipe. "I'll see you when you get home, Ratchet." Ratchet nodded and waved as his bonded left the room, and then the building.
Unicronia sat on a chair next to Sideswipe's berth. Sunstreaker sat next to her playing with a new paint set. Sideswipe rolled over onto his side, but didn't wake up. Sunstreaker frowned. Unicronia glanced down at Sunstreaker. "His temperature is back to normal. He's just sleeping, Sunny."
"He's on my side of the berth now." Sunstreaker frowned.
Unicronia chuckled. "It's fine, you aren't using it." Sunstreaker grunted. "Don't start grunting like Uncle Ironhide!"
Sunstreaker scrunched his face up in disgust. Ironhide was a friend of his sire's. He belonged to a military family. Sunstreaker didn't like Ironhide. The mech was grumpy, messy, and didn't know how to touch a paint job without screwing it up. He refused to call mech "Uncle". It was stupid.
Unicronia sighed at her grumpy youngling. "How about we paint?"
Sunstreaker looked down at his painting kit. "Can we paint Sides? I want proof of him on MY side of the berth."
Unicronia smiled. "Sure. Set up your stuff while I go get mine. How about we skip sketching today?"
Sunstreaker frowned. He didn't like not sketching. Sketching was important to a novice like him. He could get all the kinks out of his drawing, and then transfer it over to a canvas to paint. That way his painting would look decent at least. If he didn't sketch there would be all kinds of mistakes!
Unicronia stood up. "Don't worry. You'll do fine." She kissed his helm, and glided out of the room.
Sunstreaker stood up and walked over to his storage closet. He grabbed an easel, and a middle sized canvas. He chose the angle he wanted, and then pulled a chair up. He set up his paints, and paint brushes.
A couple of kliks later his carrier walked in with all of her supplies. She opened a beautiful crystal chest, and took out all the different sizes of brushes. "You may use my paint. I have more shades than you do."
Sunstreaker looked down at his twenty tubes, then over to his carriers hundreds. "For a hobbyist, you have a lot of paint."
Unicronia shrugged and smiled. "I like painting."
"Why don't you do it professionally?"
Unicronia smiled. "Sunny, do you like painting?"
"Yeah."
"Then promise me you'll never do it for credits."
Sunstreaker stared at his carrier. "Why not?"'
"It stops being fun, and becomes a chore."
Sunstreaker though about his carrier's words as she began placing paints between them. She stood up and smiled. "I forgot the cleaning solution. I'll be right back." Sunstreaker nodded as his carrier ran out of the room.
Sunstreaker grabbed the thinnest brush he could find, and began making the black outline of Sideswipe's helm. He soon moved on to the silver outline of the peaceful face, and then to the red and black of the frame.
Sunstreaker stretched and jumped when he saw his carrier sitting there painting on her own canvas. When had she gotten there? It must have been before he finished the helm's outline, because he had to change colors, and use the cleaning solution.
He turned his attention to his carrier's painting. The helm and face were completely finished. There was small dream bubble over Sideswipes helm. The bubble had Sunstreaker looking grumpy, and pointing at his side of the berth. Sunstreaker had smiled at that part. His carrier started painting the different shades of red onto his brother's chassis.
Sunstreaker glanced at his basic outline of the scene in front of him, and then to his carrier's interpretation of it. His carrier's was almost perfect, only the slight smudge of red or black where the canvas hadn't been painted on, easy mistakes to touch up and fix.
Sunstreaker frowned as his carrier looked at him. His tank gurgled, and his carrier smiled. "Would you like to take a break for lunch?" Sunstreaker nodded. She smiled, and walked up to the berth. "Sides, get up. We're going to have lunch."
Sideswipe's optics onlined, and he slowly propped himself up with his arms. Sunstreaker frowned as he opened his side of the bond. Sideswipe's guilt rushed over him. Sunstreaker growled. "She knows idiot. She knew from the beginning."
Sideswipe turned to their carrier for confirmation. "Did you?" His voice was full of static from just waking up.
Their carrier nodded. "I still have to talk to you two about it."
Unicronia set three cubes of energon onto the table. Sideswipe sat with a frown on his face. He glanced down at the energon, but otherwise ignored its presence. Sunstreaker took a sip as Unicronia sat down. "Sides, you aren't in trouble for breaking the tree."
"I'm not?" Sideswipe asked, hopeful optics looking up to his carrier.
Unicronia shook her helm. "No, but you are both in trouble for lying. I'm aware you tried to tell me, Sides, but it should have never been an option to lie."
Sideswipe frowned. "Yes, Carrier."
Sunstreaker took a sip of energon before slowly placing the cube down. "Carrier?"
"Yes, Sunny?" Unicronia asked before taking another drink of energon.
"Why did you lie to us about knowing who broke the tree?"
Unicronia choked on her energon, and it went all over the table. "I, um, I did it to, um, show you how it feels to be lied to!"
Sideswipe laughed, not believing his carrier for a second. "I think she's lying."
Unicronia leaned back in her chair as the two younglings giggled and laughed together.
Unicronia smiled as she sat greeted yet another mech into the celebration party held by the university. The officials from Praxus University had offered her a job as a professor at their institute. Praxus University was top of the line. Only the best professors taught there! This job meant the world to Unicronia; something she had been working towards her whole life. She wouldn't mind if she offlined doing it.
Ratchet and the twins walked through the doors. "Ratchet!" She gave her bonded a hug. "Thank Primus you could make it."
The twins were frowning. They were upset about the job offer. Their carrier would be leaving, and they would be stuck in Iacon doing training with the other new recruits. Unicronia turned to the twins. "Please be good tonight. This is important to me."
Sunstreaker scowled. "We told you what we do if you left."
Unicronia stared at Sunstreaker. They had threated her that if she left to Praxus, they were going to Kaon, and joining the gladiator arenas. She frowned and shook her helm. "You two are grown mechs now. You can't be threatening bots with hollow threats."
Sideswipe looked offended. "It's not hollow! It's a threat full of promise!"
Ratchet pushed the two forward. "I'll watch them."
Unicronia nodded as Ratchet escorted the twins into the room. She sighed. A mech walked up to her and tapped her shoulder. "Do you need a break from greeting the guests?"
"Yes, please." She nodded, and walked off to the Iacon University garden. She walked through the crystal trees. Occasionally letting one run over her digits. She walked over to a bench and sat down. She smiled as she watched her reflection on her leg armor.
Sunstreaker made a big deal about his family looking good. He said if she was going to turn down their offer, she might as well let them watch their reflection on her aft. She told him time and time again that she was not going turn down their offer. She was going to Praxus. She was going to live her dream.
She heard footsteps walk down the path. A hug red and blue mech gazed at the crystal trees. Unicronia smiled. He seemed like it was the first time seeing them. "Pretty aren't they?"
The mech jumped and spotted her on the bench. "I apologize. I was not aware anybody was out here."
"It's fine. I was just thinking of stuff. Have you ever seen them before?"
"Hmm?"
"Oh!" Unicronia giggled. "The crystal trees. Have you ever seen them before?"
The mech glanced up at the trees. "This is my second time, but they never lose their beauty."
Unicronia smiled. "No, they don't. I've been here hundreds of times, and I still can't help but lose all my troubles when I look at them."
The mech nodded. "I understand."
Unicronia's smile widened. "Unicronia."
The mech looked at her with a blank look. Almost unsure how to reply. "Optimus."
Unicronia heard that name before. "Oh!" She jumped up after a moment of thinking. "You're the new Prime!"
The mech rubbed his neck. "That is what the council has been telling me."
Unicronia smiled. "HA! Don't listen to them! Listen to the Matrix."
Optimus seemed slightly confused. "Excuse me?"
Unicronia laughed. "The council. They aren't above you. I suggest you don't listen to them, and instead follow your spark."
Optimus thought for a moment. "You are a wise one, Unicronia."
Unicronia laughed again. "I try. This whole party is for me actually. I told them I didn't want one, but they pushed it on me anyways. I'm going to teach for Praxus University. My creations aren't too happy about it. I wouldn't be surprised if they do something stupid tonight."
"Younglings become attached to their home, and don't like change." Optimus nodded. "It is understandable why they would be upset."
Unicronia laughed. "It would be understandable, if they were younglings." Optimus looked confused. "They are full grown mechs. They shouldn't be acting like this."
"I-I see."
Unicronia laughed. "I should go back in. Did you get an invitation to the party."
"I don't really party."
Unicronia smiled. "That's fine. If you want to come, feel free."
Optimus nodded as Unicronia walked off, a huge smile plastered on her face. The new Prime was going to be good one.
Unicronia tore through the ball room of the University. Pushing bots out of the way. The twins would not ruin this for her! She slid to a stop when she saw Sideswipe and Sunstreaker standing on a balcony right above the Praxus officials. Sideswipe pulled up a container of red paint.
::You wouldn't:: Unicronia to her creation.
::Try me::
::Sides, I'm taking the job, and if you ruin this-:: It was too late. The paint container was turned upsidedown, and the paint sailed through the air. Ratchet pushed his way through the crowd, and froze as the paint hit the officials.
Unicronia looked at the officials, her mouth wide open. All of a sudden yellow paint came crashing over the red. Sunstreaker. The officials looked around, and spotted Sunstreaker and Sideswipe up on the balcony.
"That was from Unicronia!" Sideswipe yelled before running off, right behind Sunstreaker.
Unicronia began tearing up. She quickly turned and ran out of the building. "Unicronia!" Ratchet yelled after her, chasing her through the crowd and out of the building. She finally stopped running, and stood on the sidewalk waiting for Ratchet to catch up. "Are you alright." Ratchet huffed.
"I want to go home."
Ratchet gave Unicronia a sad glance. "Are you sure?"
She nodded. "Just take me home."
Ratchet wrapped a servo around Unicronia's shoulder, and pulled her close. "Alright." The twins had gone too far. Way too far.
Sunstreaker and Sideswipe sat on the couch laughing. Sideswipe was holding his tank. "Did you see the old mech's face when I yelled it was from Carrier?"
Sunstreaker snorted. "I don't think she's going to get that fragging job now."
"Oh, there is no way!" Sideswipe glanced at the door as it opened. Their carrier and sire walked through the door. Sideswipe glanced over the couch. "Hey guys! Have fun?" He threw a smile over to the couple.
Their carrier looked over to him, energon tears running down her face. Sideswipe's smile faded. "Carrier?" She gave a stray glance before walking up the stairs.
This wasn't what they were expecting. Usually when they pulled a prank like this, she would walk into the house, and lecture them. They would all laugh afterwards. That was how it was supposed to end tonight. Their carrier was supposed to come home, and lecture them. They would all laugh at the officials faceplates, and they would be happy, together.
Their carrier was crying through. She wasn't supposed to be crying. Why was she crying? Sunstreaker stood up, and made his way to the stairs where he was stopped by his sire. "Back to the couch." Their sire's voice echoed through the silent room.
Sunstreaker looked down to the ground, but did as he was told. Their sire walked in front of the couch. "What were you idiots thinking?" Sideswipe opened his mouth, but was interrupted before he could talk. "I don't want to hear your smartaft remarks Sideswipe! You ruined every chance your carrier had at getting that job!"
"She didn't need it!" Sunstreaker yelled. "She didn't need it. She needs to be here with us. She was leaving you too! You should have been upset!"
Ratchet shook his helm. "We would have been separated for lengthy amounts of time, yes, but I would be happy to give up time with her to know that she was happy, fulfilling her dreams!"
"That's ridiculous! She is your bonded! You're supposed to want her near!" Sunstreaker yelled. "You're supposed to love her! You aren't even trying to follow her!"
Ratchet glared at Sunstreaker. "you don't think I love her?" Sunstreaker was surprised by how quiet the question was. "I was letting her go because I love her, and I want her to be able to do what she dreams about. I would follow her, but I got a job under the Prime."
Sideswipe looked between the two. "What kind of job?"
"I am the new CMO." Ratchet announced. "With you guys in the boot camp, and me in my new position, you're carrier would be here alone on the days she didn't have classes. She doesn't like being alone, so we decided that she would apply for the job in Praxus." Ratchet sighed, and sat down on a big chair. "Praxus University has classes every day, and it would keep your carrier busy."
Sideswipe and Sunstreaker looked at each other. Their carrier must have hated them. Sideswipe stood up, and walked to the stairs. "Sideswipe! Sit back down!" Ratchet ordered.
"It's my fault, so I'm going to apologize!" Sideswipe yelled stomping up the stairs.
Ratchet sighed. "It's best to leave her alone."
Sunstreaker stood up, and followed his brother up the stairs. The two of them walked down the hall, and knocked on their creators' door. "Go away."
"Carrier we wa-"
"I said go away, Sideswipe."
Sideswipe froze. She didn't use his nickname. Sunstreaker knocked on the door. "Carrier ple-"
"I said go away, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe. I'm not in the mood."
The two looked at each other, and slowly walked down the stairs. Their sire sat on the chair where he was before. "I warned you guys. She's not in a good mood. That job meant everything to her."
Unicronia woke up the next morning looking around. Ratchet laid in recharge next to her. She slowly stood up, and walked out of the room. She kicked something, and looked down. A data pad was lying on the ground. She slowly bent down and picked it up. "This is one of Sunny's." She unlocked it and read the contents.
"RATCHET!"
Ratchet rolled off the bed and landed with an "Oof!"
"Ratchet! They left! They went to Kaon! Pack your stuff!"
"What?" Ratchet asked groggily.
"Sunny and Sides ran off to Kaon!"
Ratchet flew straight up. "They did what?"
"Ratchet, I am not repeating myself! We are going to Kaon, and we are getting them!"
Ratchet shook his helm. "We can't. They are full grown mechs. We can't just go and grab them. They can take care of themselves." Ratchet stood up and rubbed Unicronia's shoulders.
"It's my fault they left though." The data pad that was clinched so hard in Unicronia's servo fell to the ground.
Ratchet gave her a sad glance. "We will have some morning energon, alright?"
Unicronia nodded, energon tears welling up in her optics. "I wonder if they're having energon."
Ratchet sighed.
Ratchet and Unicronia stared at the Praxus University data pad that had come through a delivery service. Praxus University wanted a meeting with Unicronia to welcome her to staff. "I'm not going." Unicronia shook her helm.
Ratchet gave her a glare. "You are going!"
"I can't! Sides and Sunny didn't want me to go!" Unicronia shook her helm.
Ratchet rolled her optics. "They are tough bots. They will come home in one piece, and you will be at your new classroom in Praxus."
Unicronia nodded. "Alright."
Ratchet smiled. "Good. The meeting is in two decaorns. Let's relax until then."
Ratchet sat in his new Med bay typing in a computer. He would locate those fragging twins if it was the last thing he did. He will offline them!
Ironhide walked through the door. "Hey Ratch, can you-"
"No."
"I didn't even ask ye-"
"No."
"What's wrong with you?"
"Sideswipe and Sunstreaker ran off to Kaon to fight in the gladiatorial arena. I'm trying to locate them and bring them back before Unicronia gets back from her meeting with Praxus University."
Ironhide stared at the computer. "I have some men down in Kaon, I can just see if they have seen the two glitch helms."
Ratchet turned to face Ironhide. "Really?"
"Well yeah." Ironhide shrugged. "Those two glitch helms are technically under my command anyways. They are part of my boot camp anyways."
Ratchet nodded. "That would be a great help, Ironhide. I'm heading down to Kaon myself to get them."
Ironhide nodded. "How's Unicronia taking it?"
Ratchet started grabbing things and stuffing them into his subspace. "She left for Praxus this morning. I sent somebody with her to make sure she didn't go off to locate the twins by herself. She isn't taking this whole situation too well."
Ironhide nodded. "Understandable. Have you told Optimus that you are leaving?"
Ratchet glanced up at Ironhide. "Prime is having enough issues with the council. He doesn't need to add his CMO into them."
Ironhide sighed. "I guess I'm covering for you, huh?"
Ratchet smiled at him. "That would be very welcome, but you don't have to."
Ironhide sighed, and rubbed the back of his helm. "Slag. I better not get into trouble for this. I just got my dream job, and I better not lose it cause of you."
Ratchet laughed. "You don't have to."
"But I want to." Ironhide walked off. "Good luck."
Kaon was a dark place. It was located at the bottom of a huge set of canyons. Ratchet transformed, and walked into the city. Miner class mechs watched him closely as he walked towards the gladiator area. A mech stood in front of an energon bar. He ran up to Ratchet and nodded. "They're inside, sir."
Ratchet nodded, and stepped inside. Yelling and hollers filled his audios. A big mech was slung across the room and hit the wall opposite from where he sailed through the air. Ratchet glanced around, and spotted Sideswipe sitting with a group of mechs.
"You should have seen the bots arm sail! It landed somewhere in the crowd! Somebody went home with a…hefty… Oh slag." Sideswipe spotted Ratchet. "You know what you guys. I have to run!" Sideswipe jumped up, and ran to the back of the bar.
Ratchet calmly walked to the back of the bar, and followed in Sideswipes footsteps. He shoved his way through groups of mechs following the red mech.
Sideswipe ran out of places to run. It was about this time he wished he had stayed in the small apartment with Sunstreaker instead of going out with the mechs who lived across from them. He glanced back and saw Ratchet shove his way between two big mechs. Oh Primus! Anybody but them!
Ratchet tried to shove his way through two big mechs. One of them pushed him back. "What the frag? Are you just going to shove your way through?"
"I don't think this mech has any manners."
Ratchet scowled. "You do not want to mess with me right now."
"Ha! This old mech thinks he take me down! I'm a gladiator, old mech!"
Ratchet stood up taller. "I came here prepared to slit energon cables. Do not make them yours." He warned.
The two mechs looked at each other, and laughed. One of them stopped abruptly and tried to swing a punch in Ratchet's direction. Ratchet quickly moved out of the way, and put pressure on one of the mech's energon lines. "If I continue to put pressure here, do you know what would happen?" Ratchet asked.
The mech fell to his knees. Ratchet looked at the mech. "You'll first begin to lose strength. You'll begin to feel light headed and dizzy, eventually, you'll pass out. If I continue to put pressure after you pass out, your processor will be unable to get energon. Soon after you will go into shock, and eventually you will be terminated."
The mech gulped. Ratchet released him. "I am in a hurry, and do not have time to continue this medical lesson. If you feel the need to talk to me, I will be in the Prime's med bay." Ratchet pushed in his way through the crowd that had gathered, and looked around for Sideswipe. "Slag. I lost him."
Sideswipe pushed through the apartment's door. "Sunny, you'll never guess who is here!" He froze when he spotted a familiar mech. "Oh, Swindle."
Swindle looked at Sideswipe. "I just came here to make sure that my little mechs were safe, and healthy. I have credits on you two you know."
Sideswipe gulped. "Uh, yeah. I'm good."
Swindle smirked. "That's good. I'll be taking my leave now." Swindle nodded to Sunstreaker, and walked out of the room.
Sunstreaker sighed. "What were you talking about Sideswipe?"
"You know, you really need to tell me when that creep is here. I don't like him."
"Sides! What did you want?" Sunstreaker growled.
"Oh! Sire was at the energon bar!"
Sunstreaker sat up. "What?"
"Yeah! He ran into Greasetrail, and Firestorm. So, I took my chance, and ran."
Sunstreaker stood up. "You left him there?"
"Uh, yeah!" Sideswipe yelled as if it was the most obvious decision.
"You left our SIRE at the energon to get pumbled?"
"Oh." Sideswipe fidgeted. "Oops."
The two shot out of the apartment, and ran into somebody. The bot fell to the ground. "Primus frag it!"
"Sire?" Sideswipe yelled.
Ratchet looked up to the two bots. He calmly stood up. "What the frag were you two thinking, running away like that?"
Sideswipe and Sunstreaker looked at each other. "Um," Sideswipe stepped back.
Ratchet glared at the two and brought out a wrench. Sideswipe smiled. "You're here to fix us?"
CLANG
"Oww! Di-did you just hit me with a wrench?" Sideswipe yelled holding his helm.
Ratchet glared at him. "If I have to beat some sense into you two, I will."
Sunstreaker backed away. "Sire, you know I don't like my paint tou-"
CLANG
"Don't you dare start with me!" Ratchet yelled. "You two will transform your afts, start your way to Praxus, and wait for your carrier to exit the university. When she walks out, you two will apologize, and congratulate her!"
Sideswipe and Sunstreaker held their helms and looked at each other. "Sh-she got the job?" Sunstreaker questioned.
Ratchet sighed. "The officials determined that your prank was just some of the university student's prank, and held no offense to Unicronia."
Sideswipe and Sunstreaker smiled. "So, she doesn't hate us?"
Ratchet shook his helm. "No, why would you think that?"
Sunstreaker shrugged. "She seemed like she did."
"She could never hate you two. Neither of us could hate you two. Just never pull a stunt like this again." The twins nodded. Ratchet sighed. "Good."
Unicronia followed the Paxian representative through the university's hall. The school was beautiful. It was magical even. It almost allowed Unicronia to forget all her troubles. Almost.
The twins weighed heavily on her processor. She shouldn't have come to Praxus. She shouldn't have agreed to take the job. She most definitely shouldn't have made her first friend, but she did.
The representative smiled at her. "Have you already met your roomates?"
"Hmm? Oh. I heard I was going to have some, but I haven't met them yet."
The representative nodded. "They are a family that offered to allow you to live with them. They are kind, well, one of them at least. The other is kinda, I don't want to say stuck up, more like forever professional. They have a creation named Bluestreak. Cutest little thing."
"They sound wonderful."
The representative laughed. "How about we go meet them, and then I'll show you to your classroom?"
Unicronia nodded. "That would be great."
The twins drove as fast as they could, their sire right behind them. They had seen lots of things while in Kaon, some not so great, while others were things they would only see in their nightmares.
Ratchet sped behind the twins. They had been oddly silent. They were either moping that they were found, or they were talking silently to each other, and planning. Ratchet would happily beat them with a wrench again.
The representative took Unicronia as far as the building. He told her where the room was located, and what the room's number was. He had some other things to do, and said he would comm. her to meet him back at the building's lobby.
Unicronia knocked at the door. The door slid open and grey and red youngling opened it. He smiled. "Hi! I'm Bluestreak. What's your designation? Are you the bot that is going to be staying with us? Do you like to play games? What kind of games do you play? Are they fun? Or are they boring? I don't really like boring games, but I'll play them if I have to. I have to play boring games at the youngling center all the time. Sometimes we play a fun game, but that's only after we finished ou-"
A mech walked up and put a servo over the youngling's mouthplates. "Blue, Please calm down." The Black and white mech nodded at Unicronia. "I am Prowl. My bonded isn't here right now, but he should get here soon. You are Unicronia, correct?"
Unicronia smiled. "Yes. I was afraid I wasn't going to be able introduce myself from Bluestreak's chatter."
Prowl nodded. "Understandable. He sometimes has vocal processor glitches."
Unicronia giggled. "He is very cute. He reminds me of how my creations used to be."
Prowl raised an optic ridge at her use of past tense. He shrugged it off, as a taboo subject, and gestured for her to enter the unit. "Please, come in. I can give you a tour, and show you around. I have duty in a joor."
"What do you do?" The question came out naturally for Unicronia. She quickly covered her mouth. "I'm sorry. That was rude. It's none of my business."
Prowl looked back at her. "The question was not rude at all. I am an enforcer."
"An enforcer?"
"Sire makes all the criminals run, and then he puts them in traps, and catches them! My sire is a superhero! I want to be like my Sire, but my carrier is way more fun, and I want to be like him too! I'm not-" Prowl covered the youngling's mouth again.
Prowl sat the youngling on the ground, and stared at him. "You have a room to clean."
"But Sire!"
"Do not be a snob like your carrier."
Unicronia giggled. "It's important to keep things tidy. If you don't, you might lose something dear."
Bluestreak frowned. "Okay." He frowned and walked off.
Prowl nodded to Unicronia. "Would you like to see your room?"
"That would be nice. I'm not officially moving in until next decaorn, but it's never to early to see where I'm going to be staying."
Prowl nodded. "This way." He led her down a hall, and stopped in front of a door that read "Bluestreak's room." In tiny glyphs it read, "Enter if you feel your audios can take it." Prowl frowned. "I'll have to talk to Jazz about that."
Unicronia held back a smile. Prowl opened the door, and Bluestreak sat on the bed with a data pad. "Bluestreak, clean."
In Unicronia's opinion the room wasn't all that messy. There were a couple of toys laying on the ground, and some stray data pads, but nothing compared to how the twins' room looked everyday. Unicronia smiled as Bluestreak jumped. "AH! Sire! I was cleaning! I was just checking to see what this data pad was so I could put it in the right place."
"There is a label on the back. Remember? Please do not lie."
Bluestreak sheepishly apologized, but got back to work on cleaning
"I am sorry for that." Prowl apologized.
"Oh! Don't apologize." Unicronia waved her servo's in front of her. "I know how much attention you have to keep on your younglings. Mine were especially bad."
Prowl nodded, and continued down to the next door. "This is your room. You may reset the lock code if you want. The current one 1456."
Unicronia nodded. "1456. Got it." Unicronia typed in the code, and walked in. The room was perfect. There was a desk, some shelves for her data pads, and the berth was magnificent. "Wow. It's so pretty."
Prowl nodded. "I'm glad it's to your liking."
"Prowler! I'm home!"
"Carrier!" Bluestreak ran down the hall, and disappeared around the corner.
Prowl sighed. "Jazz, is back. I'll introduce you."
Unicronia nodded and walked out of the room. The door slid closed behind her, and the two made their way down the hall. A silver mech stood tossing Bluestreak through the air, and catching him as he made his descent. As soon as Bluestreak was caught he would erupt in giggles.
"Jazz, this is Unicronia the new professor at the university."
The silver mech glanced up at her. "Hey! The names Jazz. Ya like the crib?"
"Polyhexian accent." Unicronia noted aloud. "My sire was Polyhexian."
Jazz smiled. "It's a nice play if ah do say so mahself!"
Unicronia laughed. "I had only been there once."
"Ya should go there more."
Unicronia nodded. "I'll have to."
Prowl frowned. "You are going to take the glyphs off Bluestreak's door, right?"
"Blue likes his name on the door!"
"I don't mind the name, Jazz, but the other part has to go."
"But sire!" Bluestreak looked up to Prowl. "I put that part there! I like it! In my art class we were talking about ourselves, well I talked about myself, and my teacher said I should come with a warning, so Carrier gave me a warning and I put it on my door! Carrier took a picture for me, and we showed it to my teacher!"
Prowl sighed. "Do you really want it to stay there?"
"I do."
Prowl nodded. "Alright."
Bluestreak smiled. "ALRIGHT! Unicronia did you hear? I get to keep it on my door! I get to keep it! Whoo!"
Unicronia smiled. "I heard! I heard!"
A loud beep rang through the unit. Prowl walked up to a monitor and typed in some codes. A video call appeared on the screen. Unicronia stood up when she saw Ironhide appear on the screen.
"Ironhide?"
"Unicronia. Just who I wanted to talk to. Ratchet went off to Kaon to get Sideswipe and Sunstreaker. He told me to-"
"He did what?"
"Um, he told me to tell you that he is on his way to Praxus."
Unicronia walked up to the monitor. "Ratchet did what?"
"Alright, I passed his message. Sorry for calling Prowl. Optimus said that you were letting Unicronia stay with so I thought i-"
"RATCHET DID WHAT?"
The monitor flashed black. Jazz smirked. "I think he said Ratchet went ta Kaon."
Unicronia turned to Prowl. "How do you know Ironhide?"
"I met him while the Prime came to offer me a job."
Unicronia nodded. "Well, excuse me, I have to go find Ratchet before he makes it to Praxus."
A knock came from the door. "Ah got it!" Jazz jumped up, and disappeared though a hall that led to the door.
Unicronia walked to the door, but was tackled to the ground. "AH!"
"Carrier we're sorry! We didn't mean to run off, and make you worry! We though you hated us, so we ran off, and-"
Unicronia covered Sideswipe's mouth. Now she knew why Prowl did it. It was highly effective, well it was, until Sideswipe licked her servo.
"EW!"
Sunstreaker smiled. "We're really sorry."
"I wasn't mad at you guys, more like disappointed." Unicronia said. The twins looked kind of depressed for a moment. The climbed off her, and helped her up.
Ratchet walked up to her smiled. "I told you they would come back."
Unicronia frowned and smacked him. "Ironhide called a couple of kliks ago, and told me you went to Kaon."
"He wasn't supposed to tell you that part."
"Well, he did." Unicronia crossed her servos. "But, thanks. I would have been worrying this whole time."
Ratchet smiled. "You're welcome."
::Unicronia, It's time to finish the tour.::
Unicronia frowned. ::On my way:: "I have to go. I have a tour to finish. You two have an Ironhide to apologize to, and hope you can continue your boot camp, and you," she pointed to Ratchet, "have a med bay your supposed to be locked in."
Ratchet smiled. "I do." He gave Unicronia a kiss, and waved her a goodbye.
Unicronia looked out the window of her classroom. Her classroom had the perfect view of the Praxian crystal garden. The most beautiful thing she had ever seen. She wrote a ping to Sideswipe and Sunstreaker about it once.
Unicronia had woke up this morning with a feeling that today was going to be a big one. The war with the Decepticons was declared after the Decepticons bombed the youngling center in Iacon. The world was bleak when she heard about what happened.
Prowl's unit in the enforcers had control over the investigation to see if there were any spies. He left a couple of orns ago.
Unicronia's class slowly began filtering into the room. They were laughing and talking, much like any other morning, but all Unicronia felt was the morbid, overwhelming feeling of melancholy. She released a sigh as the last student walked in and took a seat. "Where did we leave off yesterday?"
Ratchet sighed as he finished patching up the last youngling. It was horrible. Iacon had lost hundreds of younglings. Many creators terminated their own lives. Many more had tried, Ratchet being the one who was forced to repair them.
Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were sent to help Ironhide train the new sharpshooters as punishment for their last prank. He was surprised when he heard that the not-so-youngling-anymore Bluestreak was among the sharpshooters.
Prowl was in Iacon inspecting the youngling center's bombing, and Jazz had come along with him, so he could surprise Bluestreak, he hadn't seen him yet, but he was pretty set on seeing his creation.
Unicronia finished writing the equation on the board. "Copy that into your notes, and then we'll continue on." She smiled at her class as they all wrote down the fairly easy equation.
Unicronia's smile faded as she looked out the window. A seeker was flying awfully close to the buildings. "What is that idiot doing?" She mumbled.
One of her students looked up to see what she was looking at. "Why's the seeker so close to the-" The mech stopped. "There are more over there." He pointed to the opposite direction.
Unicronia's optics widened when she was a small black dot drop from one of the seekers. An explosion rocked the building soon after. "They're Decepticons! Get to the shelter!" Unicronia ran to the door, and helped filter out her students. When the last one went out the door Unicronia turned back to the room.
"The holocube!" Unicronia ran to her desk, and watched as the seekers got closer. "Where is it?" She shouted. She opened the last desk drawer and smiled. "Found it." She whispered. She looked out the window and jumped when she saw a seeker hovering in front of the window.
"Too late, Autoscum!" The seeker yelled as he flew straight up.
Unicronia's optics widened as she watched the bomb fall. The structure below being hit. The building began to tilt dangerously before falling , and collapsing in on itself.
Ratchet froze as he walked across the med bay to grab some medical grade. He received a ping from Unicronia. That was unusual. Ratchet opened the ping. "I'm sorry." He barely had time to read the glyphs as pain ripped through his spark.
Ratchet let out a yell of pain, and fell to his knees. Within a few seconds he was surrounded by medics. He held his spark as the pain continued to ripple from Unicronia's side of the bond. The pain vanished as a feeling of him sinking reigned over his bond. His optics flickered for a moment before offlining.
Sunstreaker and Sideswipe ran to the Med bay when they received a Comm. from First Aid saying that something was wrong with their sire. The ripped through halls, and sprinted through the Med bay doors. "Is he okay!" Sunstreaker yelled.
First Aide looked at the twins with sad optics. "Yeah. He, um, I don't know how to say this. He, um." First Aid turned away from them.
Sunstreaker stomped over to First Aid. "What's wrong with him?"
Sideswipe peaked from behind Sunstreaker, and saw Ratchet hunched over on a berth. His servos covered his faceplates, as tremors wracked his frame. "Carrier." Sideswipe ran up to Ratchet. "What happened to Carrier?"
Ratchet shook, and with the shake a sob was released. Sideswipe backed away. "No." Sideswipe shook his helm. "No, no, no, no!"
Sunstreaker Stared straight ahead. "Wh-what happened."
Footsteps came up behind them. "The Decepticons bombed Praxus."
Sunstreaker turned around and spotted Optimus in the doorway. His face seemed down, and worn. "I'm sorry Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Ratchet."
Sunstreaker stomped out of the med bay. Sideswipe fell on to his aft. "Carrier is fine. She's fine, right Sire. She just blocked the bond. She was-" Sideswipe was cut off by a sob. "She'll be fine!"
Ratchet stood up, and bent down next to Sideswipe, energon tears flowing freely from his optics. "Sideswipe, sh-she's not," a sob wracked through Ratchet, "She's not co-coming back."
Sideswipe's let out a sob of his own. "She has to! She said she wouldn't leave us!"
Ratchet pulled Sideswipe into a hug. "I know."
Sideswipe pushed him away. "No! You don't!" Sideswipe pulled himself off the ground, and ran out of the med bay.
Ratchet watched Sideswipe run off. Optimus bent down next to him. "Ratchet, you may go to your quarters if you want."
Ratchet took a shaky breath, and wiped his faceplates. "No, I'm fine." Ratchet forced himself to his feet, pushed past First Aid. "Who was next on the list, First Aid?"
First Aid gave Ratchet a sympathetic look, and then turned to Optimus. Optimus walked up to Ratchet. "Ratchet, ignoring what happened is not-"
"I know!" Ratchet yelled, throwing his fist at a shelf. All the contents scattered, and some shattered when they hit the ground. "I know." Ratchet whispered shakily. "Unicronia was my everything! She's gone! I have to- I have-" A sob escaped Ratchet. "I promised to keep going if anything happened to her."
Ratchet shook his helm, and bent down, beginning to pick up the broken pieces of bottles, and other container. "I promised, but now that she's gone, I don't know if I can keep it."
Sunstreaker ran down the halls of the base. He was going to Praxus. His sire and Optimus were just playing around. It was revenge for all the pranks he and Sideswipe pulled. Their carrier wasn't offline. She was sitting in a classroom teaching all of her students. Like she did every day, and the exact same time.
Sunstreaker kept running as bots shouted at him, and finally stopped when Ironhide grabbed him around the waist. "You aren't going anywhere." The gruff voice ordered.
"Let go! I get it! The jokes we played were cruel, and we need to stop. I have to go see Carrier!" Sunstreaker struggled against Ironhide's grip.
"It's no joke! If you go there, you'll just be faced with more pain!" Ironhide struggled to keep the mech in his grip.
"Let me go! I have to go see Carrier! She's fine. I know she is!"
"If you believe that so much then try to find her bond!" Ironhide yelled.
"I don't believe the bonds! I have to see her! I have to prove she's okay!"
Ironhide let him go. "Then go." Ironhide pushed him forward. "Go, and rip your spark out when you see the great city of Praxus flattened by the servos of Decepticon seekers."
Sunstreaker ignored Ironhide as he ran forward out of the building, and transformed.
Sideswipe slowly walked through the building. The pain in his spark sending throbs of pain through his frame. Energon tears ran down his faceplates silently as he concentrated on keeping his legs moving. Left. Right. Left. Right. Carrier use to say that when he was learning to walk.
She would cheer him on, and laugh when he fell. A new rush of tears began falling again. Left. Right. Left. Right. Sideswipe stopped walking and leaned against the wall. His carrier was the greatest bot in the world, No, the universe. She was the greatest bot in the universe.
"Why her?" Sideswipe mumbled. "Why her? It could have been anybody. " Sideswipe stomped his pede. "Why the frag MY carrier?"
Ratchet worked on the newest patient. Another creator who felt the need to end their life. They failed. Much like many more before them. He could have helped them. This mech in particular tried to jump off a building. The said building was not quite tall enough. If he had jumped from where Ratchet's unit was located, the mech would have passed out, and offlined on impact.
Ratchet finished the final weld on the patient, and sent him off. Ironhide walked in. He stared at Ratchet, and sighed. "You can't overwork yourself to termination."
Ratchet flinched at the word 'Termination'. "That was not what I was planning."
"But it is what you were doing."
Ratchet looked over to First Aid. "Next patient."
First Aid nodded. Ironhide rolled his optics. "First Aid, send the patient to another medic."
First Aid looked between Ratchet and Ironhide. "Next Patient, First Aid!" Ratchet shouted.
"No, first Aid!" The two mechs glared at each other.
First Aid looked completely swamped with pressure. He had already tried to get Ratchet to stop, but all that got him was a wrench lodged up his- well, he'd rather not talk about that. "I'll go get the next patient." First Aid jumped when a plasma blast hit the ground right in front of him.
Ironhide's cannon was out, and pointed at the ground in front of First Aid. "You will send the patient to another medic."
"Th-that's what I meant. I-I was going to g-go get the patient and t-take him to another medic." First Aid stuttered.
Ironhide nodded. "Good."
First Aid ran out of the room. Ratchet sighed, and laid down on a berth. "What am I supposed to do now? The tears will just keep coming if I stop working." Ratchet covered his face with his arm.
"Cry." Ironhide answered the question. "When a bot's bonded offlines, a bot has two options. Follow, or stay." Ironhide sat down next to Ratchet. "Following isn't an option for you. Sunstreaker ran off to Praxus. He doesn't believe what happened, and I haven't spotted Sideswipe yet."
Ratchet just laid there in silence. "You have two creations to worry about, and lean on." Ironhide stood up and walked off as Ratchet soaked up his words.
Sunstreaker hit his brakes when he spotted the first sign of damage. Windows in a small unit had been blasted out. The next unit over was crushed. The closer to Praxus he went the more damage there was. Autobots were starting to appear, Sunstreaker had to get past check points. The mechs seemed to know he was coming, because they just let him pass, and told him the direction to the university.
Sunstreaker froze when he saw the huge University in rubble. Metal had been ripped to shreds by the bombs, and bent in on each other. The huge tower where his carrier's classroom was was nowhere to be found. Autotbots carried offlined frames out of the massive pile of metal.
A mech walked up to Sunstreaker. "If you're the one here for Unicronia, her frame is over there." The mech pointed to the rows of lifeless frames.
Sunstreaker's fists balled up. It was true. His carrier wasn't coming back. She was gone. He wouldn't be painting with her when they saw each other anymore. She wouldn't be there to teach him, or help him through life. She was gone, and it was all the fragging Decepticon's fault.
"Come on." The mech led him to the frame of his carrier. A small bag was on the ground above the empty frame's helm. "She had the item in the bag gripped in her servo. It seemed important." The mech nodded to Sunstreaker, and walked off.
Sunstreaker's carrier was offline. Lying in heap on the ground. Her right arms was missing. Her left servo was missing three digits. Her left pede was missing. Both of her optics were cracked. Her Audios were bent out of shape. Her frame's beautiful cerulean was now a disgusting pale color. The beautiful silver was a dull gray.
Sunstreaker felt to his knees. He forced a sob down his throat. He wiped the tears away from his optics before they fell. He bent down, and gave the frame a kiss on the helm. "I wish our prank would have crushed all hope of you getting this job." He grabbed the small bag above her helm, and opened it.
A holocube. He turned the cube over, and saw the engraving.
To our carrier. We love you! Make sure you don't lose this. It has a lot of important memories on it.
Sunny and Sides
A sob escaped his mouth. She was holding it in her servos. That meant she had gone back to grab it. She didn't have it in her subspace when the bombs went off. She wasted time by going back and grabbing the fragging holocube!
"It's my fault." Sunstreaker let the energon tears fall. I killed my carrier.
A/N: Sorry about any mistakes. I didn't want to read through it, and start to cry again. I just stopped. Yes that was the ending! I might do a second part, but I highly doubt it. I don't like crying...