So, WE know what's happening between Fera and Solas-

But they don't...

I'm such a tease :D

Let's see what happens next, shall we?

Enjoy!

Of The Spark And Heart

Part 1

Chapter 26

The last of the projectiles crashed into the wall, falling into a tumble across the floor as it rolled off the pile already forming in the corner. Smoking slabs of machinery lay broken and battered across the ground at his peds, their demise curling up in a silvery lace of thin fingers. Lights flickered above as they fought to stay alit, swinging from side to side on pitifully thin cables. Deep scores of black decorated across the face of the walls along with the dents that bowed in the once slick surfaces. Shards of broken iron and steel scattered like confetti around him and a few blots of melting, orange-colored metal dripped down from above.

Crushed ventilation shafts that used to sit connected to the ceiling were barely there now, bent and twisted in ways that made them appear like they'd been through the garbage disposal. Wires sparked electric rain as they too were left exposed and broken from between the panels. One of the sheets above gave out and created a small explosion, releasing another bout of obscuring smoke.

There was a form situated on the surprisingly whole berth back at the rear of the room. The shadowed haze of the space masked the expression on his features and darkened the grey of his protoform. The teal of his optics darkened into a dangerous royal-blue, focusing on only the distant nothing. His vents whirred on as his systems continued their natural intake, cycle, then release series. The mech had his form doubled over, leaning against his elbowjoints as he stared into the floor with enough vigor to burn a hole through it. His servos stayed limp between his kneebolts, the back of each scrapped and covered with a charred set of crosshatching marks.

They seemed to cause him no pain however, and he continued to ignore the snapping and pops of the wires as they one by one gave out. He was deeply caught in his own processor, reaching further and further into what took up every fragging scrap of his CPU. He couldn't tell why he couldn't think of anything else, or why his spark absolutely refused to allow him to do so. The pain that had suddenly trapped his frame a joor ago seemed distant now, but it still felt intertwined into his very core. It was more like a virus, encircling every wire, circuit, or firewall he attempted to put up. He was unable to focus or think of anything but what he wanted.

That essence in his spark, the very one he very well was beginning to hate, was overtaking him. It was digging deeper inside of him, cementing itself far more personally than he cared to share. It went after his files; his memories. And that was something he better liked left alone.

It was such a small thing, not even considerable as a spark. However, it just was what it was, meaning he viewed it as it was. The circle it put him through confused him to no end. However, it was always there, probing and searching. Searching for what? What was it that it was looking for?

"I don't know who you are, or what you want, but I want answers." he growled, placing a servo over his chassis. The presence in his spark faltered for a moment before gaining ground again, blocking him from reaching it as it suddenly writhed in pain.

Solas jerked and his faceplates turned to confusion. The essence jumped and flashed, humming in a high energy that vibrated at impossible speeds. It spun and collided with his own spark, creating a loud roar to come from the mech. He jumped from the berth and landed on his peds, both servos now on his chassis. The smaller spark inside of him moved with him and continued to pulse in agonizing releases of energy. Arches of invisible shocks circled through him, growing wider before collapsing on itself and then pulsing outward again to start the entire process over.

Sol pushed against the essence, trying to get through the block it held. The spark held strong, constantly reversing every move he made to get past. Frustration built inside of him as the presence curled into itself and threw out a discharge large enough to short his systems. Solas fell back against the berth, one servo snapping out to hold him up.

Everything was so confusing and painful that he couldn't process clearly. That small spark inside of his own swirled and cried out. It was a sound that echoed as more thought than physical sound. But it spoke volumes to him nonetheless, screeching across his CPU and sending a bellowing cry to be scored deep into the center of his memory. Solas ceased his struggling for control and his faceplates fell. A certain stillness had taken up the room, as if it were holding its breath. The mech that had destroyed the space was now still, staring into nothing again as he held firmly to his chassis.

The small spark's calls ended in it shuddering and shaking pitifully. It let its afflictions seep through the barrier where they bled across his conscious and into the furthest corners of his CPU. The emotions in his processor blared to life as his confusion and frustrations turned to concern.

That small presence inside of him, the one that seemed so fragile and helpless, was refusing to allow him to enter. But why? He only wished to understand, to finally gain a clear knowing of just what -or who- this thing was. But it stubbornly kept its distance, shivering off in the corner as Solas continued to poke at the barrier. He was less violent now, gentler in motion as he tried to calmly convince the spark to relent to him.

He couldn't decide whether it was fright that kept the spark away or if it were hiding something. It seemed to be trying so hard to keep him away, but it was growing weaker and weaker from doing so. Solas' anger melted and he drew his being around the spark as more of a hovering entity than a beating force.

The barrier suddenly disappeared, as quickly as it was there, it was gone. Just like that.

Solas poured himself into the opening as quickly as he could and he masked the spark, covering every inch of it with himself. He pressed around it, consuming it into himself as if he were smothering it. Instantly, the pain subsided and Solas' frame slackened. He slowly drew over the small spark, finding every crevice of it and dipping into the edges. It was an interesting thing to study and he soon found himself diving to connect to the spark itself.

The moment he began to sift through the essence, it put up the barrier again. Solas forced himself over the top of the berth before he fell to his kneebolts, using the limited strength in his arms to help him. He held his chassis with both servos, keeling into the overwhelming emotions that suddenly overtook him.

The spark itself again cried out, causing Solas' spinal support to stiffen and his optics to shutter. The barrier broke under the pressure of both of their moments of pain, allowing him to relax again.

Slower this time, Solas dipped into the presence. It seemed unsure about his entry into itself, but it didn't block him. He drifted easily along, leaving behind him a sense of assurance and peace. The spark relaxed more into him, allowing him to come further into it. He saw the sudden pain and agony inside of it- every single breath it breathed that cause it the grueling tensity involving all the afflictions and scream-inducing suffering.

Deeper on, Solas slowed himself as he came to the very core. His optic ridges drew in as he noticed the flurry of so many emotions and pure depth of feeling behind it. It was such an intense amount of grief- one so vast and broad that it absolutely confounded him of just how this being could continue. The sorrow and self-blame was shocking and he backed off slightly from it. The cold blackness was surrounding him, muddling his thoughts and darkening his very self. It was like a suffocating fog that aimed to consume him.

But through the evil; through that secret ailing and painful accusation, he saw such beauty that it held him back. He came nearer to that small light- the only seeming goodness that presented itself from all the surrounding foreboding. It shone like the sun with a hope and happiness that he felt so compelled to. It was such a complex series of different emotions to him that Solas found himself looking into his own being. He had never experienced such deep and raw power before. It was so frightening yet intriguing. And so very familiar.

Solas felt the need to take up that small amount of hope. He wanted to shield it from everything that dare put out its light. But for some reason, he held back. He realized that it needed that independence to grow, to be able to spread and become the spark it needed to be. It was so much like someone...someone who always brought those horrible memories forward and threw his spark into a depressive state. His sister.

She had been so young then- and still her life was taken before it could be lived. He'd known his family unit's killers, and he'd sworn to get revenge for them for the decacycles upon decacycles he found himself with the Autobot cause. Only now, he was closer than he had ever been before to slowly ripping out that mech's spark piece by vile, slimy piece. That mech was a deadspark one walking.

But he pushed his lust for revenge aside to abruptly take up the emotion anyway- that small light that glowed bright despite all that tried to oppose it. Why did it fight so hard? It wasn't something that needed to be protected, but encouraged. He knew he wouldn't be able to help it without being blocked, and for some reason, he almost found himself shuddering from the thought. He was so deeply ingrained in this essence that any thought that would take it away from him sent painful waves through him. So he would support it, but nothing more.

They hovered together; moved together; pulsed together. Solas found pieces of himself that he hadn't known were broken and he saw the pull of need from the small spark too. They needed to support of another, no matter what one may act against as.

Solas leapt from the berth and carried himself from that destroyed room, his hurried digits jamming into the pad. This was impossible to be just a random presence. There was something here that had at some time connected to him. Something was here -whether it be in this building, on the planet, or in the galaxy- that pulled him and called for his strong will. They needed him. And he'd be dropped to Pit if he ignored it any longer. This not knowing was going to end here and now.

"So you have finally decided to show yourself."

It was a familiar voice, yet one he couldn't quite place. It was velvety smooth, deeper than usual, but with that feminine feature that couldn't go unnoticed. Solas turned and dropped the servo held to his spark.

"Stratis."

The mixed spy had her arms crossed with her stance set strong and steady. Her gaze was hard and cold, more disapproving than anything. Her black helm stayed impossibly still as she assessed him. Was she sizing him up? "The human Fera Lennox has been searching for you." she stated bluntly. Solas' frame perked for a sparkbeat before he slacked again. "What would she want with me? She appears to not approve of me any longer. And what concern is it of yours?" he demanded, narrowing his optics.

Stratis dropped her arms and looked to her side into the room Solas had exited. She showed no emotion while peering through, not even flinching when something fell loudly from the ceiling. "I have taken it upon myself to watch over her while you are resting. She seems to attract quite a lot of attention concerning our Decepticon foes." she noted, turning back. Solas huffed and rolled his optics. "That's one way to put it. But Bee is her Guardian for now. He doesn't need some fembot hanging over him."

The black fembot raised her chin and her digits curled at her sides. "Does he notice the way she is behaving recently- the confusion and affliction she is constantly being put through every time I see her?" she demanded in that oh so heavy tone.

"Do you see it?"

Solas paused at this and any prior agitation he may have held against the 'Bot before him melted. As much as he hated to admit, she was right. Fera was suffering and he had seen it himself. She was broken and lost, yet he had done nothing for her. The image of her silently crying to herself as he left that room came to the front of his CPU as well as the look she'd given him before the Autobots had set out for the formation practice. He couldn't exactly place it, or it's meaning, but if he could, he would say it was something like expectancy. There was something she knew and wanted from him, but what was it?

"Of course I do." he answered darkly, pushing the images to the back of his processor. Stratis' digits unfurled and she shutter her optics. "Then you should know why it is she did what she had. Because she pushes you away, she predicts that will help to keep you safe." she said, causing Solas to burrow his optic ridges. "I don't understand."

The black fembot shook her cranial unit and gestured inside Solas' quarters. Pausing for a click, Solas watched the 'Bot disappear inside. Not long after, he followed behind, gently keeping his hold on the spark as it called out for him again. It wanted to finally open up to him, but that was impossible without any proper contact between them.

The two Cybertronians entered the room and Solas stood back by the berth, leaning against it. Stratis gazed around a moment, taking in the extensive damaged caused by the mech before her. "The humans won't be pleased about this." she looked down at him and he smirked, crossing his arms. "Neither will Optimus. But we aren't talking about the room, are we? What do you know of Fera's condition?"

It was a quick change of the mood between them, but it was also expected. Solas hadn't the time or patience to 'beat around the bush' as the humans would say.

"The same as you do."

"And what is that?"

"Her pain. Her grief. The fact that she dreads any mention of leaving for the human city of Washington D.C today."

Solas stopped, his digits pressing harder against his arms. Today? Had time really passed that fast? Almost three quartexes ago the mention had come up of leaving, but was it truly so soon? Hiding his surprised, Solas shuttered his optics and tried to appear unaffected. "How do you know of all this? Has she spoken with you on a regular basis?"

"More than she has with you recently."

This comment made Solas flinch. He'd known avoiding the small human probably wasn't the most considerate thing he'd ever done, but no matter what he tried, he couldn't see himself facing her. He'd wanted more time- to talk with her before she left for Washington. He figured he would be able to drop his cowardice in enough time to speak with her, but he didn't think her departure would sneak up on him so quickly. "Don't turn this on me. She wanted me to resign as her Guardian in the first place, so what reason do I have for talking to her if I already know what the outcome will be?" he demanded. Stratis narrowed her own optics and she placed her servos on her hipbolts. "Recall that I said she felt it was for your own safety. Hasn't it crossed your processor once that she maybe feels the only way to protect you is to draw away?"

As the silence blanketed the room, Solas almost nodded. Of course he'd thought of that! Every time the scene between him and Fera had come up, he'd think of it. She was human, so she only had so much to give as to help him. But, still this didn't seem right. "But to break off our ties like that? Stratis, you do not understand us. Or our situation."

"I fear I do. Very well actually."

"Oh? How's so?"

"Because even as you refuse to believe it, she goes through the same pain you do. On every twisted, spark-wrenching, Pit-induced level."

"I see that too often, you don't need to tell me."

"Then why don't you do something about it?"

At this, Solas looked up and locked optics with the fembot. Do something about it? He had, on several occasions. He'd tried getting through the verbal and emotional barriers and walls Fera put up, and he nearly blasted a gasket every time he'd ask her what was wrong and she'd blown it off. There was no getting through to her, no matter what they shared.

But at the same time, he'd never really pestered her on anything. He'd allow himself to believe she was ok, even though he knew she wasn't. It was a mental state of denial that he had selfishly pulled himself away from just so that he wouldn't have to know. For him, knowing was torturous. And so was that little essence in his spark that kept calling, calling...

"You don't think I have?"

"Solas, listen to me," she began, a softer edge to her voice. She wasn't becoming impatient with him, nor was she angry with the constant attitude he showed towards her. "Fera is in such a dangerous position that she should be in an insane mind-set. Her fears and wishes all fall around her, building and breaking before she can correct them. You are among these. All she needs from you is to be able to remove yourself from her worries and growing list."

Solas looked away, unable to hold Stratis' gaze any longer. What she said was so clear- way too full of logical reason for him to ignore, but it was just so uncomfortably true. Everything she'd mentioned had too much reason to believe than not. He would have to face things soon, and that again brought out his anxiety. He wanted more time- just to think and process a suitable conversation he maybe able to have to fix things. But all he had was less than an earth day. "I..." he trailed off, unsure of what to say.

Stratis reached behind her and pressed the button to open the door, allowing her to exit. "Just correct things before you regret it." she called back, disappearing behind the wall. Solas just sat there for about a breem, wondering and studying all he had just experienced so that he could figure out what to do. The small spark inside his own moved, but kept quiet. For a disturbing amount of time, it had gone silent and was pulsing more subtly than it ever had. There no longer was the pull and he grew confused at that, subconsciously reaching for it and brushing the surface.

Immediately, it reacted to his touch, and it began to call for him once again. There was something different about it however. It was still the same spark of course, but he was looking at it in a new way. Just the way it acted and whispered on the wind was so...he wanted to think familiar, but that would just be ridiculous.

And to think, it sounded just like the voices he'd heard in his coma.

Almost instantaneously, the mech froze at this.

The voices in his coma.

That had been Fera's voice.

Solas suddenly fumbled to collect the spark in his chassis, searching and delving deeper and deeper until he found what he was after. Something, anything really, that could explain his thought and confirm his suspicions. A wisp of that very thing carried over his searching tendrils and he pulled back almost too abruptly. It was so impossible to even consider, yet here he was- believing in the all-too-outlandish possibility as if it were some form of lesson. With everything connecting to this moment, all those earlier times he'd felt this entity, it had been staring him in the faceplates. The very simplicity of the realization almost made him want to slap himself.

When he came back to reality, Solas' faceplates snapped to the door. Stratis had known. She'd suspected everything. That too-smart son of the Pit, Solas thought in awe.

He knew what he had to do, and that he would have to do it fast. The small spark cautiously tapped him for attention, seemingly afraid and confused at his quick and violent entry and exit stunt. Solas held himself away for a few sparkbeats, hesitant that if this essence was what he thought it was, then there would be a lot of explaining to do.

Stroking the small spark every so often, Solas removed himself from the room and turned down the hall to the main door separating him from the central wing. Without missing a beat, he flitted his digits over the keypad and stepped through. The heavy metal of his peds thumped deeply with the concrete floor, traveling up and around him as he hurried his step. The people below him dodged to the side as he came rushing through, yelling up at him or simply giving him an irritated look as he passed.

Enough with the loneliness and enough with the weakness he felt. Enough with the lack of support and the troubles that only seemed to escalate. As of now, the only thing Solas would be focused on was where his loyalties took him.

He strode through the remaining passageways until he came to the final stretch. His spark sang and the small presence perked with him. The roars of engines suddenly picked up and Solas faltered back a pace or two. Was that who he thought it was? The air filled with the strong smell of the outside world, the new breeze accompanying it. Solas' optics widened, his spark racing. He hurried his speed again, actually running out the door and into the lobby.

Car after car was passing through the main entryway, screeching away as their tires rose up a cloud of building smoke. Solas stepped forward, quickly searching them as they each left one after the other. They were only military vehicles, mere human transports than an Autobot form. The last few left and the door closed.

Solas' shoulderbolts slumped and he stared at the door. He hadn't been quick enough. Maybe if he'd of been there just a few clicks earlier, he could have made it...

"Everyone's already gone." it was the small apprentice Thunderflare, his orange and yellow paint flashing long before he even spoke. Solas snorted and whipped away from the door, stalking to the wall. "I can see that." he growled, pressing his closed servo against the surface. He leaned his foreplate against it as well, holding his optics shut as he slowly came to terms with exactly what was to happen. Now because of his ignorance, he wouldn't be able to prove his theory- if not for quite a while at least.

"You wanted to come say goodbye?" Thunderflare went on, an edge of shyness to his tone. He was still new to the base, even if he had been there for almost a quartex. He apparently had been working on Solas' frame when he was in the coma, and for that, Sol had been thankful.

Solas' optics opened again and he glance at the bright form beside him. "Yes, actually. I did." he said, shuttering his vision closed. "There were some things that needed to be fixed, but I was unable to in time."

"You are Fera's Guardian, correct?"

Was, he thought bitterly. He hoped what Fera had said was just what Stratis had explained it as, but things were hard to believe when both your spark and processor seemed conflicted between curiosity and pain. "Currently? I'm..." he paused, "on leave." he lifted himself up and held one servo on the wall, staring down at it as if it were the thing that kept him from completing his task. Just one time could he accomplish something that would cause more good than harm? What he left her with wasn't what he'd wanted.

"She asked about you before she left." Thunderflare put in suddenly. Solas looked up and his optic ridges furrowed. Asked about him? Did that mean she'd forgiven him? The apprentice was watching him carefully, with an edge to his posture that Solas didn't think he liked. He always seemed nervous around the Autobots around him, but this was different. There was something calmer about it- just something out of the ordinary with him. "She asked about me?" he repeated, letting on of his servos fall from the wall. Thunderflare stood tall again, showing his shorter height.

"I felt it was necessary to answer her questions." he went on, causing Solas to fix him with another confused look. Where was he getting at? "I don't want to hear your riddles apprentice. What did you tell her?" his voice was firmer as he fully turned. Thunderflare sagged a fraction when he saw the mech before him growing more agitated. His optics darted around the room before finally connecting with Solas. "I told her about..." his voice faded into uncertainty.

"you're being a Decepticon earlier on-"

"You did what?!"

The boom of the Guardian's voice was enough to rattle the hanging lights above them. Thunderflare backed off a few steps, his servos raised before him in a placating manner. Solas' servos curled into fists and he took one step forward. "Of all the things to tell the human about, that is what you decide?!" he roared. Time and time again, Solas had avoided that topic for as long as he could. It just wasn't something that needed to be discussed any time soon, and he had felt it was necessary to keep from his charge. Anything concerning his life was meant only for him to share, not some timid mech with obnoxiously bright paint! The topic itself had nearly come up on more than one occasion, but the mech had been able to deter it before things got out of hand.

Thunderflare was suddenly joined by his mentor Hawktail, who looked between the two in shock. "What in Primus is going on in here?" he demanded, flanking his obviously anxious apprentice. Solas snarled, letting the searing pool in his tanks churn and bubble so that his optics changed to a slightly darker color. He'd never wanted her to know his remorseful past. Especially some specific details about his particularly shameful faction switch.

"You're apprentice cannot keep things to himself!" he growled, stabbing a digit at the smaller mech. Thunderflare flinched and Hawktail put a servo on his shoulderbolt.

"Explain." he ordered firmly.

The yellow and orange mech looked down on both the heavy gazes watching him. Solas was doing all he could to hold back his anger, while Hawktail was merely waiting for an answer. Angry flushes of air coursed from Solas' vents and he dug his digits deep into his palms. What would Fera think of him now? Could he ever even face her again without her disapproval; her disgust...her hatred...? "I have pasts in my life cycle that I'd wished to have kept to myself, for the sake of the human girl." Solas said lowly, panning his view from Hawktail to the hunched Thunderflare. "However, your apprentice wished to take it upon himself to reveal these personal facts."

Hawktail turned his attention to the C-class apprentice, his gaze unsure. "Is this true Thunderflare?" he questioned steadily. Without hesitance, Thunderflare nodded and locked optics with his mentor. Solas felt the angry tremors over his frame and the deep-set aggravation sliding over his form to run through his very energon. His core temperature rose and his vents struggled to keep up with him. The small spark inside his own was no longer calling for him, but was becoming symmetrical with his own emotions. As soon as his spark had begun to pulse, it did as well, beating harshly as his own picked up speed and power.

"I believed she had the right to know of her Guardian's life cycle." the apprentice went on. Solas drew away his interest in the spark and he focused once more on the pair before him. It took all he had to keep his tone even and his temper under control, but this- this was just too much. So many different things could have been said to her, but this? Solas opened his lip plates to say something, but Hawktail beat him to it. "You were not in the position to make such assumptions."

Solas glared at the apprentice again, making sure he agreed fully with his mentor. What had this mech been processing? Thunderflare glanced up and held a nervous but steady optic contact with the warrior giving him the piercing stare. He truly seemed guilty, but not completely so, which is what kept a part of Solas' irritation alive as he tried to figure the apprentice's actions. So he believed in himself? Was that worth the destruction of trust between two beings? Belief? "I apologize for telling her myself Solas Kaon, but it needed to be done. If not now, when?" he asked boldly.

The Guardian dropped his shoulderbolts and narrowed his optic slips as his arms began to tremble. Thunderflare was coming awfully close to completing a right of passage. One he was sure to lose. The essence inside Solas spiked at his uneven waves of emotions and seemed to grow confused from the abrupt series of hot exasperation. "When I saw fit." he snapped, though his annoyance had lessened. Whenever he seemed to grow anxious or irritated, the spark would as well, but it would also have that lower layer of fear and confusion that he picked up on instantly.

"I apologize for my apprentice's behavior Solas." Hawktail stated, giving a pointed look at the mech beside him as he said this. Thunderflare himself flinched at his mentor's tone, but when he looked back at Solas, there was that all-too-eery sense that he was seeing through him. Solas relaxed, although he still kept the silent provocation as his CPU fought to understand just what had gone through the mech's processor. There was also the increasing distress from the small spark that he had to deal with, and his anger wouldn't calm it any. Sending reassurance to it, he turned his optics away from Thunderflare.

"My life is my own Hawktail. Remember that." he commented firmly. The smith gave a brisk nod and directed his apprentice from the room.

Solas' CPU suddenly leapt in though and he came forward before Hawktail also left with the being he certainly was going to scold later. "Which Autobot is transporting Fera Lennox?" the Guardian inquired. Hawktail turned back to Solas and gave him an odd look, but he answered anyway. "Bumblebee, why?" he wondered. Solas shook his helm and blew it off, thanking him before he left.

Once he was in the privacy of the hall, Solas brought up a digit to press the communicator by his audio receptor. ~Bumblebee?~ he called, walking slowly down the hall. The air stayed silent for about a nanoclick before a response cycled over the comlink. ~Solas? Is that you? Fera was asking about you.~ he sent. Solas scanned his view before him and he let a sigh escape his vents. ~She's with you now?~ he asked, turning a corner.

~Yeah...~

There was hesitance in his tone and Solas dipped his optic ridges in confusion. ~What is it?~ he wondered, stepping around a group of humans by his peds. ~Nothing...~ Bumblebee answered, seemingly unsure. ~Just that...well, she's been acting strangely...~ he admitted. Solas lifted a servo and pressed it to his chassis, noticing the far calmer presence it admitted. ~Such as?~ he pressed. If it is anything to do with what that apprentice told her, I'm scrapping him! he swore silently.

Bumblebee paused again, but the openness in the link they shared told him that the scout hadn't broken it yet. ~Just recently she's been upset. She would become angry with me out of nowhere and I don't know why...~ he trailed off and Solas became sympathetic with the mech. What he was dealing with was exactly what Solas had feared it would be, and it wasn't something he seemed used to as Solas was. Now more than ever, he sought the very human that was so far away. If only he could prove his theory, he'd be able to recharge in peace and process in a clearer view. All of this...it was just too perplexing.

~Do not let it bother you Bee, she is just tired from her experiences as of late. Don't take what she says to spark.~ he assured gently. Bumblebee only sent him a noise of uncertainty, which made Solas feel even worse. The spark inside his own seemed stable at the moment, but with his change in emotion again, it stirred. ~Nothing I seem to say helps her. I hate this Earth broadcasting system...is it possible that her mood could have come from something between you two?~

Solas took in a deep intake of air and he let it loose, attempting to get his thoughts together. ~We didn't leave on such great of terms...~ he was uncertain of just what it was he wanted to say. He wanted to give the scout a message for Fera, but nothing more. However, this session was turning out to be more than what he'd planned. What would he even say to her anyway? I'm sorry? I could have done better? See ya in a few months?

~ You didn't say goodbye.~ Bee assumed, cutting off the Guardian's train of process. Solas' optic ridges dropped and he tipped his helm forward. ~No. But for now, I only want to give her a message.~ he passed through the southern wing's door and he began for his quarters.

~And that would be...?~

~That I wouldn't rather do anything else than be her Guardian.~ and he cut the link.

Already, he could hear the voices from further down the hall. They had found his mess. It wasn't as if they'd never seen such destruction before: they'd witnessed Decepticon work. By his standards, his outlet on the room was mere sparkling's play. But with all Solas had learned through his entry into Optimus Prime's team, he found that whatever the humans' paranoia-induced complaints brought, they were always delt with by the leader himself. What came from relenting so easily to the humans? Was it just easier than listening to their annoying disapproval? Might as well get things over with, he assumed, begrudgedly walking forward towards the noise.

Will things get better now?

Will everything just get worse?

You'll just have to wait and see :D

*Chapter inspiration: Hanging on=Ellie Goulding*