Sariel: I don't own any of the Transformers franchises, only Hasbro does, and I only own my armada of figures, all from G1, Prime, IDW, and 2015's Robots In Disguise, so hah!

Aura: That is SO lame. Come on Sarah, I think I see ice cream with my name on it. *walks away*

Sarah: *shrugs* okay. *goes off to follow her sister*

Sariel: Uh...the hell? Er...*rubs her head* ooookkkaaayyyy... So! *makes a serious face and says gravely* With all my thanks to whoever favorited, faved, liked, followed, or even read this thing that had been building in my brain for the last couple of months...*takes a deep breath* Thank you SunnySides, Wolfimus Prime, HeartsGuardianSol, Ratchet's Sparkling, ShinraFox, Skyress98, AyanoZonurai, Leaderofthewolves, ryannea. reed, DixieChicrules123, raxii, overdozz33, CherryDrug, LunaSilverSkye1614, shatteredstar21, Xarine, a realnative, MaximumRide300, Defender54, TerrorTwinEpicness, Devious Neko Boi, Yoake no tenshi, dglsprincess105, Almadynis Rayne, Melony Prime, Rurikuro, SunstreakerxandxLegolas, and FirstStrike 1177.

I just wrote this because it's Labor Day weekend, baby!

I thought it would be better if I described the Moran's humble abode some more after a guest review pointed it out so...oh, and most of it is Sarah's perspective.

Whoooo! Some angst and tears are in your future...it's directly after the other interlude...yeah. *Sneaks away quietly*

Sarah sat up, groaning when her vertebra popped when she stretched her back. "Awake already?" asked an amused voice, who Sarah verified as her sister.

The younger Moran wiped sleep from her eyes, making a beeline towards the bathroom to brush her teeth and relieved herself.

"How long was I out?" asked Sarah when she got out, finding her older sister in the kitchen and Aura replied, "Nearly two and a half hours. You were mumbling something in your sleep. I wonder why."

Sarah just sighed, shaking her head, "It does not matter." She nearly flinched when she remembered what the Cybertronian god told her.

'I wonder if this is what it was like between Optimus and Megatron before the civil war,' she thought, then chased it away.

"So what do you want to do for the next eight hours?" asked Aura, picking at chipping nail polish.

"Go see a movie, perhaps," said Sarah, moving to find her laptop in the clutter of her desk in the main room. "The Brave One?"

"I heard there was something about vigilantes in it. Sure!" decided Aura, and grabbed her wallet while Sarah took the car keys. "Let's go!"

Four hours later

Aura hummed as the two sisters left the movie theater, her hands shoved into her capris pockets. "What did you think?" she asked, and Sarah shrugged. "It was alright. Not stellar."

"You say that about every movie we've seen," said Aura offhandedly, holding her hands behind her head. "I haven't seen one that's been spectacular," replied Sarah, shrugging. "Have you thought that there is much more to life then…this?"

Aura turned her head to look at her sister with surprise. "Huh? What do you mean?"

"Both of us are single. You're twenty seven, I'm twenty six. It's high time we get into serious relationships," said Sarah, careful to not prod Aura too much. "But I haven't found the right person," said Aura, and the two entered their car, Aura to the wheel, Sarah to shotgun. "I've had four boyfriends already. I haven't stayed with them for more than a year. I guess I'm not compatible…with the selection. The hot guys always turn out to be asexual, gay, or already in a relationship. What about you?"

"I can't seem to find anyone either. Back in our universe, none of them were even remotely interested with Transformers," replied Sarah. "They would always ask why I wasted time looking for them instead of spending time with them. Guys can be so bossy. They expect women to do all their work for them." She dug her fingers into the black leather of her seat, the cushion popping back up when she let go.

"I'm perfectly fine being single, ya know," said Aura. "We got our cars. They don't complain, don't eat, bring us places, we know how to take care of 'em, and they don't let us down very often. Good enough for me."

"Whatever you say so," said Sarah, looking out the window. Her brown eyes flickered as she took in the people walking down the streets, idly wondering how she was going to break the news of Primus' revelations…or if she would not.

It was obvious since their parent's deaths, Aura's mind was only hanging on at a thread. It was only time till she lost it, and Sarah didn't want to think about the fallout.

She wondered if Aura even knew how much this world could hurt the both of them, and it would be difficult to just live off their parent's life insurance, their pooled together IRA, and their little business for a couple of years.

Her sister's mental instability seemed to stem from the argument Aura and their mother before Claire and Tristan Moran were lost forever.

Claire had been worried about Aura's obsession with Transformers, and the fact that both of her daughters were tomboys who had no intention of marrying or having kids any time soon. Meanwhile, Tristan was concerned that Aura would go into depression after being constantly reminded that she will never find a guy to settle down with.

Sarah could remember the argument like it was yesterday, the amount of yelling in their parent's house, Aura storming into the night, only to return three days later, with dark bags under her eyes, and wearing rumpled clothing, which were torn in some areas and slightly bruised, some scabs littering her arms. She could remember her parents go out shopping to avoid her older sibling, only to be called a few hours later with the news of the accident… Aura was never the same. Never again.

Perhaps it was that Aura blamed herself, and knew that the accident could've been prevented if the fallout never happened. The police recovered the items in their parent's car, bagged it up, and handed the items off to Aura and Sarah.

Aura looked in the bags only after their mother and father's funerals, finding clothing and little trinkets like jewelry inside. She took a white gold eighteen inch necklace with a little charm of peridot, and started wearing it. Peridot was Claire's birthstone, and Aura wore it every second of the day, only taking it off to clean it in the shower.

It was only two weeks before they rented out their parent's house did they look through the things their parents had in storage, and sold most of the furniture from the two family house. Even the clothes were sent to St. Mary's for donation, and the two opened a two week garage sale to get rid of whatever they didn't need.

It racked up a few thousand dollars, and after they finished, they just put whatever remained in storage.

Sarah's mind had been wandering so far away that she barely noticed Aura pull into the driveway, and had only been jolted out of her memories when Aura opened her car door. "You getting out?" teased Aura, a grin forming on her face. "Yeah yeah, I'm out!" grumbled Sarah, and slammed the door a bit too harshly, causing Aura to step back with a hand over her chest like she was stabbed.

"Hey! Don't hurt Solarstream like that!" she chastised her younger sister, who had the grace to look guilty. "Whoops," said Sarah, patting the door lightly. "Sorry."

Aura gave an approving look and locked the vehicle, walking up to the stoop while walking over the grass. Since Aura had the ever present 'black thumb', Sarah wouldn't be surprised if the grass withered away into nothingness after she went trampling on it without a care. If Ron Witwicky saw that…it would give the man a heart attack.

"Stop trampling over the grass like a giant squishing humans," grumbled Sarah, but Aura just retorted, "More like ah…a toddler in a city made of blocks." Sarah just rolled her eyes and entered the house with her sister, turning off the alarm before it drove the younger girl nuts.

Her eyes roamed over the living room that was attached to the foyer directly. There were about three windows in the living room, the walls painted a soft blue. The windows were covered with paper shades, ones Sarah demanded to be fitted in to let in light, and Aura left a potted plant in the corner on top of a small desk, a three person leather sofa right next to it and the coffee table sitting a few feet away.

Currently, various newspapers littered the coffee table, which Sarah started to bundle up to throw away, and Aura went back to lounging around, making a platoon of paper boats from a newspaper she snatched up before Sarah tied them all.

After Sarah dumped the bound paper in the recycle bin, she picked up some credit card bills that was left on the shoe closet, took out some receipts from the movie theater out of her pocket and went up the stairs, making an immediate right to enter her study to dump a whole cache of receipts she had to log later, plus the recent bills.

In Sarah's work room, a desk had been shoved into a corner where it was covered with papers and finance, tax return forms and other things, the papers about to fall off. A bookshelf was near it, filled with books that were mostly what was left from their parent's collection and the vast amount of books that Aura and Sarah bought on a whim as children.

Sarah left the room the moment the pile of paper hit the desk and retreated to her room just to jump on her bed and lie there. She pulled her iPhone from her pocket, opening her collection of Transformers fanart she found on the internet back before Primus brought them to this universe.

It was disappointing that she would never be able to add to her collection ever again, especially because Cybertronians were still a national security secret and all. Aura was the more artistic one of the two, and Sarah could only describe what she saw in her mind's eye for her sister to draw. Meanwhile, Sarah had a special relationship to music, which they discovered that Sarah had the ability of perfect pitch, to which she would tap out rhythms when her mind wandered.

Before she knew it, an hour had passed while she was looking through those pictures from back to back, then writing little pieces of fanfiction she would never publish.

In a split second, Sarah threw her phone at her desk, the metal back sliding over her mouse pad and hitting a piece of wood. Her mood turned to reflect her anger at what Primus was asking of her.

Aura…a Decepticon?! …Although, Primus wouldn't be far off the mark. When Transformers Animated started back in 2007 in their old world, Aura would gripe for hours about the unfairness of the Autobot Council when the mechs their showed their ugly faceplates for the first time.

During the Bayverse movies, Aura was yelling at the movie screen, and the two had to be thrown out of the theater, Aura fuming. When the movies were released on DVD, Aura bought and watched all of them, yelling at the screen anyways. It kept Sarah up at night because the walls in their shared apartment were pretty thin.

The first words that escaped Aura's mouth when it was revealed that Megatron had been kept in confinement by Sector Seven was "HOW THE PIT DID THEY CONFINE LORD MEGATRON TO THIS?! This is blasphemy!" Sarah had to physically restrain her sister so they still had a TV. It was not pretty.

Which brought things back to the present. Sarah brought her legs to her chest, wrapping her arms around the appendages. Her forehead made a soft thud when it hit her knees, and she closed her eyes.

It was either keeping Aura and possibly making the world worse, or letting her older sister go and saving the universe. What sacrifices would have to also be made to make everything right?

There was always the chance of dying…to unite one race. But at what cost? What else did they have to lose? Would they would just be pawns in the picture of a greater power, and would lose everything they held dear?

Of course, Aura knows about the future, but…time could be rewritten. Just their presence alone would change everything, and the ripple effect would be a great unknown factor.

Meanwhile…

Aura had a dozen boats taking up space on top of the coffee table, grinning to herself triumphantly. "Alright! I'm gonna set them all on fire tomorrow morning! Bwahahahahahahahahaha!" She had been working on her evil cackle for the last couple of days, and she had to admit that it felt awe inducing to shout that.

A second later, her grin dropped, and her mind pull her into a depressed state, dropping her head in her hands.

"What the hell am I doing?" she wondered to herself, voice faintly muffled. "I haven't burnt boats for the last decade and a half! Why now?!"

She pulled out her iPod touch and scrolled through her music playlist, selecting the song 'What I've done' from the Transformers Album.

She just sat there, letting the lyrics work into her brain. "There's a lot of things I regret," said Aura quietly. "Things I can't take back…" Her mind went to the past year, then to the recent memories about her parents.

"I can't believe I was so STUPID!" she yelled at herself, her hands gripping at her hair, and she squeezed her eyes shut, hard enough for bright spots appearing behind her eyelids. "I could've prevented it…not waited three days…I could've made amends, but I didn't!"

The brown haired girl paused, listening for any signs of movement from her sister. A few seconds later, she felt like throwing something.

Aura gripped the wooden coffee table by the edges, and she flipped it over by standing up sharply, sending paper boats flying everywhere as the hard wood made a loud 'thunk!' against the floor.

This did send Sarah running down the stairs, the brown eyed girl staring wide-eyed at her sister, panting as she easily covered thirty feet in twenty seconds. "What happened here?" asked Sarah, bewildered as she took in the sight of paper all over the place, the upturned table, Aura looking back at her with sweat on her forehead, eyes wild.

"…It was nothing," said Aura first, hands reaching up to her face to wipe away the sweat, her fingers playing with her hair. "I just…I got mad," she said lamely.

"You flipped over a table because you were mad? I thought I was Prowl here," said Sarah incredulously, the second bit weakly.

"I'll…I'll clean up," said Aura feebly, looking away from her younger sibling, and she started to pick up the paper boats.

"I was worried that someone broke in or something," said Sarah, bending over to put the coffee table upright, helping to pick up the boats.

"Nah…that was all me. I did it." Sarah noticed the hollow quality of Aura's voice, but she said nothing of it.

"I'm going to go to sleep," said Aura shortly, and she shuffled past her sister, leaving Sarah with an armful of newspaper boats, staring after her moping sibling.

"Damn." The word fell short in the empty room.

Man, Aura's got some problems...

So I had a four day weekend, which was nice, and I wrote this! I think I'm torturing myself writing angst...I got out of depression about a year ago, but I'm now channeling it into Aura's brain...

Raise your hand if your dreams have been invaded by your fandoms! I know I have!