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Giving ones' self to another is the best present anyone could ask for


Christmas Remix: Good enough


No matter what Sunstreaker did, looked at, sought, or thought of, nothing would be good enough. Nothing would even bring across what she meant to him through just one simple gift. Right, because nothing says I love you like common paint brushes. Yes, here's a candle, you smell. Or better yet, I have no idea what you want so here's a gift card. Sunstreaker gripped his hair. This computer was so damn slow. He should have just looked online himself!

He erased his history and closed the lid.

Watercolors?

That might be an interesting new medium to explore with her. He narrowed his optics and growled. Oh, who was he kidding? Nothing could or ever would portray what he ever felt with her.

This human he loved with all his spark who saved his very life...his spark…

Sunstreaker looked around her condo and settled his shoulders. A sigh escaped him even though it really didn't need to. Being around Felicity was making him feel more human. It wasn't all a bad thing. It felt right. Beingwith her felt very right. Especially this time of year. The Christmas tree was up and drunkenly decorated. Sunstreaker insisted to fix it but Felicity refused. She said it gave the tree character.

He smiled remembering how she took a picture of the tree and beamed at it. It would be a good memory. It would remind her of him. Of course...it was only so messily set up because Sunstreaker had never decorated a tree in his life or would ever think to do so.

If he had prior knowledgeor even prepared himself then maybe he could have done it better. The smile remained. If it made her happy then so be. He learned selflessness with her as well.

He knew it very well with his twin but another being totally was not a very practiced virtue. Through her he had learned that others could come before him. Those he only cared and loved for.

Sunstreaker looked away from the tree and to the ground.

He had learned to live again. To laugh and smile a little more and to ease the pain and hurt from the past. He had learned that his past was what made him who he was today. He had learned that whatever he was back then did not define him today. It carved him into who he was. The mech was so much older and yet so young at the same time.

His gaze went to his hands. The scars from his true form were mirrored in his holoform. War took so much out of him but now...he held peace in his spark.

Because of that human he so loved.

He felt something he had not in such a long time. His spark was healing and so was he himself.

His spark…

Sunstreaker closed his hands and opened his mouth in aquizzical way. "Hmn." He said out loud, mostly for himself. His spark. His holoform flicked out.


The spark was the human equivalent to the soul and heart wrapped in one spherical sheet of metal. Metal that was dense and the final layer of protection from the outside world. If the casing was damaged the mech would survive, though the alloy had to be regenerated by the Cybertronian themselves. And this took time. The metal was living nanites. The human equivalent to antibodies that sought their purpose, reprogrammed themselves and took on their final form and function. If the spark was damaged beyond that of a temporary manual repair, until the nanites could do their job, then the Cybertronian would risk death.

The spark was the very being that made a Cybertronian, beautiful swirling energy that glowed and pulsed. It didn't beat but sang its own low pitched tune as it continued to thrive.

This was as close as Sunstreaker would get.

And this would be good enough.

He couldn't give his spark to her but perhaps he could give her a literal piece of his inner most self. In their hideaway up atop the mountain, Sunstreaker held a thin blade in his hand and brought it close to his chest. Carefully,. lifting his helm, and feeling with just his hands he brought it close to his spark.

Clawed fingers groped for the very edge of the slit that allowed the spark to peak through. With the steady hands of a practiced warrior and artist, he brought the small blade to the metal of his casing and began to slide it back and forth shaving the corner off of the warm metal.

He was patient as to not harm himself, but that wouldn't stop his spark from swirling in nervousness. Never had he done sometime like this before. This was terrifying and so very nerve wracking.

It took a good ten minutes to properly shave a sliver of metal from the casing. And with that he used his fingers to bend and snap the piece off. Within his dainty hold, between his thumb and forefinger, he held the murky, iridescent colored metal.

A smiled flicked at the corner of his lips as he set it down on his lap. Activating his holoform he took the sliver that was the size of his palm and observed it carefully with a critical eye. Sunstreaker flipped it to and fro, making sure it would be deemed worthy of what he had in mind.

Indeed it was and with that he set to his careful work.