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Theme Song: One Thousand Apologies by Demon Hunter
Bulkhead turned his helm upwards with a slight smile as he saw yet another ship come into the landing dock. He was there overseeing some further repairs and so far, everything seemed to be going well. And, it brought him a somewhat good feeling. It was as if the war never happened and he was still a construction worker….
His optics widened however as he saw that the ship veered off course. Smoke emerged from its back engine as it crashed into a nearby wall.
"Everyone out, now!" Bulkhead yelled as he and several other mechs frantically began to evacuate the area.
Luckily, no one was harmed but Bulkhead inwardly groaned as he saw the damage he and the others would need to repair. What kinda bot drove a piece of scrap like that? he thought to himself as he peered at the ship through the smoke.
The ship was crudely constructed and scarred from cannon fire. Its original color was unknown since all paint had peeled off and whatever was left was a dirty gray or brown color. More smoke emerged from the cockpit of the ship as the main hatch opened and a mech stumbled out.
He was strongly built, painted in faded navy blue. Scars littered his frame, most likely due to previous battles, and two propellers were attached to his back telling the others that his alt mode was aquatic.
It took Bulkhead a few moments to recognize the mech. A mech that he thought to be offline… "Seaspray?" he whispered in shock. "But… Dreadwing destroyed your ship."
He waved his servo in front of his helm, clearing the smoke from the air. "The 'Con certainly tried his best, but I don't think he realized he was messing with a Wrecker." The mech offered his fellow soldier with a confident smile. "Nice to see ya, Bulk. Still as beefy as ever, I see. Nice to see some things never change."
Bulkhead blinked his optics several times, as if still thinking that he was dreaming, before widely grinning and embracing the fellow Wrecker. "Aw, it's good to see ya too, Barnacle Butt. Just wait until Jackie and Perc find out. And Miko. You'll love her. Wrecks with the best of 'em."
Seaspray grunted, his arms pinned at his side. "Sounds great, Bulk." When his friend released him the Wrecker indicated to the wreck of a vessel he'd rode in on-or crashed, rather. "But first what do you say we scrap this piece of junk?" He turned glaring at the ship. "The thing's been nothing but trouble since I got it."
"Oh, I don't know, Seaspray. I'm starting to become sentimental towards this piece of junk," a feminine voice said in between coughs.
Bulkhead saw a tall organic figure emerge from the ship, almost matching Seaspray's height. Her hair was long and violet and she had elvish features. Her lithe, muscular frame was clad in various animal furs and her golden headband gleamed in the midday sun. "Who…?" Bulkhead turned towards his fellow Wrecker, surprised at the sight of his organic companion.
Seaspray smiled at her before his gaze returned to Bulkhead. "This is Alana."
"Alana," Bulkhead raised an optic ridge before lowly whistling and shaking his helm with a slight chuckle. "Never picked you to be the type to settle down."
"Oh believe me, I never did either." He wrapped one arm around Alana's waist and hugged her to his side. "But, unlike some mechs' physiques, some things do actually change."
He chuckled once more before grinning and beckoned them to follow him. "Come on, you gotta meet the rest of the gang. They'll be so happy to see you two."
"Sounds great." Seaspray turned his helm to the mechs who were already beginning to clean up the scattered parts of the ship. "Feel free to salt and burn the thing, fellas. It won't be any good to anybot now."
"You're telling me," Blackout muttered. "The slagging thing nearly took us all out."
Air Raid bumped his shoulder before smiling at the mech. "Sure thing."
The two followed Bulkhead out of the docking area as the green Wrecker excitedly commed Wheeljack, Perceptor, and Miko… well, anyone who would listen. Seaspray was back and he wanted everyone to know it.
A small crowd soon began to form as Wheeljack, Miko on his shoulder plating, and Perceptor ran forward so they could clearly see the new arrivals.
"Wow," Miko gasped before grinning and taking as many pictures as she could with her cell phone. "Cool!"
"And you must be… Miko?" Alana tilted her head to study the human curiously.
Miko grinned and nodded. "Yup. And you are?"
"Alana," the alien woman smiled softly before bending down to one knee and holding out a hand. "A pleasure, I'm sure."
"Nice to see ya again, Barnacle Butt," Wheeljack smirked and slapped the mech's back. "I was actually starting to get worried."
"You? Worried? Oh I would have paid to see that." His wit faltered. "Though I am sorry I didn't contact you after the explosion. I just couldn't get anywhere that had a decent comm signal, and when I did you didn't seem to be in range."
"Eh, I guess we all got a little sidetracked, especially me when I landed on Earth. But I found some fellow Wreckers," Wheeljack smirked and gestured towards Miko and Bulkhead. "And decided to stay. But now that we're back together and the war's over, we can relive some of the glory days, eh 'Spray?"
The mech's smirk returned. "Only over some high-grade. You've got to have some in your joint here. I haven't had it in so long I'm starting to forget some of our crazy stories from times we got dosed up on the stuff."
"Oh, I remember," Perceptor said with a deadpan expression though his lip components twitched upwards in a slight smile. "And I believe some of those stories are best left forgotten."
"Still as uptight as ever, Percy," Seaspray grinned jokingly.
Alana raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms over her chest. "Mmm… just remember you have a sparkmate now, Seaspray. I can't have you getting too wild."
Seaspray laughed. "Yes, ma'am." He looked back to Wheeljack. "So who's this Miko you mentioned? Designation doesn't ring a bell."
Alana chuckled softly before gesturing to the tiny organic next to her. "This is Miko."
He knelt in front of the young femme. "Well hey there, kid. Nice to meet ya."
"And it's nice to finally have another Wrecker around," Miko grinned. "Just wait until we take you to a monster truck rally or a creature feature marathon. You'll love it! Oooh, oh! Or dune bashing!"
Seaspray laughed. "Dunes aren't really my speed but still, count me in." He glanced up at Bulkhead, Wheeljack, and Perceptor. "Guess this means the high-grade goes on the back burner for now, eh?"
Bulkhead laughed as he nodded. "And I'm afraid we can't get too rowdy. Elita and Optimus would have our helms."
"They're back in the picture now, are they? No wonder ol' Megs has been taken care of." Seaspray stood and smiled at Miko again. "Well, in any case I have stories that will make anything you've heard to date sound like a massage and car wash."
Miko's grin widened. "Duuuude! I can't wait."
Seaspray chuckled at the femme's enthusiasm before pausing as he saw a familiar faceplate in the crowd. The former Decepticon Air Commander stood at the very back, partially hidden in the shadows as another, smaller Seeker seemed to be silently pleading with him. Another femme too stood next to him, a turquoise Autobot.
It was him… The familiar golden faceplate that burned holes into his optics when his ship was attacked and his sparkmate nearly died.
Seaspray vented softly, carrying bags of food and supplies from a market on the planet they had chosen to take a pit stop at. However, he paused as he felt a flash of an unpleasant emotion in his spark. Fear.
He immediately reached out to Alana through their bond. Alana, what's wrong?
Seaspray, leave now! I don't want you to- Her words were abruptly cut off and Seaspray bent over, clutching his chassis in pain. He glanced up weakly and saw its cause.
An explosion from the distance. Right where his ship would be. Right where Alana would be.
"No," he whispered, shaking his helm as he feared for the worst. "No no no no! Alana!" His voice steadily grew in volume as he sprinted towards the wreckage, supplies forgotten.
"Alana! Alana, can you hear me?" He glanced wildly around the flaming wreckage and what he found made his spark sink. A familiar tan hand was seen under a large piece of debris, stained with blood.
"Alana!" He yelled as he moved forward, heaving away the debris.
His sparkmate lay there in a broken heap. One arm was bent at an awkward angle and her tunic was torn to shreds, revealing charred and bloodied skin. One of her legs was missing and he couldn't see her face for her long hair was covering it. Her chest wasn't moving.
She wasn't breathing, he thought frantically as he knelt beside her, coolant welling in his optics. He gently cradled her to his chassis. "Alana… Alana, please. Don't you dare leave me," he whispered.
Hearing his voice, Alana's eyelids weakly fluttered open. She tried to suck in a breath but it was too painful. Her ribs were broken. She tried it again, this time in shaky rasps. "S-... Seaspray?"
"Shh, don't say anything. You need to conserve your strength," he whispered. "We… We need to get you to a medic."
"No…" she coughed before wincing. "Water… an ocean. I need… to get to the water."
Seaspray began to panic once more as her eyes began to close. "No… No, Alana. Stay awake. You have to stay awake." He gently picked her up, trying to not disturb her wounds. "I'll take you to one… Just stay awake. Please… for me."
Alana weakly nodded, though Seaspray could tell she was fading. With every ounce of strength he had, he sprinted towards the nearest body of water, praying that she would live. She had to.
When they arrived, he gently placed her in the water.
Nothing happened.
"No…" he whispered in despair as his sparkmate slumped down, every semblance of life leaving her. "No no no. Alana!" Tears streamed out of his optics. "Alana…" His voice lowered to a broken whisper once more as he buried his facial plating in his servos.
A few long minutes passed by before Seaspray heard something he thought he'd never hear again. "Seaspray," Alana whispered hoarsely.
Seaspray was afraid that it was his imagination but when he looked up, there she was. Her tunic was still in tatters, causing her to wrap her arms around her upper body but her wounds were beginning to heal thanks to her cell's replicative adaptations. He had got her there just in time.
"Alana?" he replied softly, optics showing how afraid he was that she was truly dead and that he was simply imagining this. He'd heard of fellow Wreckers experiencing the same thing when one of their own offlined.
Alana nodded, smiling. "You saved me… There is no need to weep, dearest Seaspray. I am alive. You saved me."
The Wrecker shakily reached out a servo and when it found her face, his tears began anew. He gathered her into his arms, holding her tightly as if afraid that she would fly away at any moment. "I… I thought you were dead."
"But I'm not," she leaned her head upwards and kissed his buccal plating. "I am a warrior just as you are… One attempted bombing would not take me away from you."
She felt her sparkmate tense. "Attempted bombing," he said in a low voice. Alana could feel the anger, no, the sheer rage radiating from his spark. "Who did this to you?"
Alana hesitated. "Who did this to you?" he repeated, his voice but a throaty growl now.
Alana sighed before transmitting the images to her sparkmate through their bond. "I was alone in the ship, awaiting your return, when I saw one of your kind approach. I grabbed my spear and waited to see if he was a friend or foe before I heard this buzzing… He had already left when it happened."
Seaspray's optics narrowed as he heard her words and his processor tried to decipher the images she sent. A golden face plate with crimson optics. A Seeker painted in royal blue and gold… with the Decepticon insignia on both of his wings.
"Seaspray," she whispered, attempting to console him. He refused to answer. Instead, his gaze darkened as he picked her up and began walking back to the village. If the Decepticons were there, then something told him he'd need a new ship in case of a speedy exit.
"That slagger will pay for this with his life. I'll see to that," he muttered darkly.
"Seaspray…. please. Let us just leave before matters become worse."
He stopped dead in his tracks as Alana could feel his frame tense again. "He tried to kill you, Alana! I'd say matters can't get any worse."
Alana sighed and gently tilted his helm so his optics mets hers. "Please," she whispered pleadingly. "My life is one thing but yours is another. Let us leave before he attempts, and succeeds, in taking your life."
Seaspray stared into her eyes, feeling her worry and resolve, before venting. "Alana…"
"Please, Seaspray, if not for your own safety then do this for me. Let's find another ship and leave. Please. I beg of you."
Seaspray vented again. "Femme, you'll be the death of me," he grumbled as he continued onward.
Sensing his rapidly changing mood, Alana attempted to placate him. Seaspray, don't- But, to no avail.
Before anyone else could react, the Wrecker drew his weapons and pointed them at the Seeker. "You-!"
Dreadwing made no move to draw his own weapons, instead he pushed the two femmes behind him protectively. "I have no quarrel with you, Seaspray. The war is over. Now, I suggest you kindly deactivate your weapons," he said softly, almost with a melancholy air, as he outstretched a servo.
The Wrecker advanced towards Dreadwing. "Kindly? Kindly?! You put my family at jeopardy and expect me to 'kindly' show you mercy? Don't think so, 'Con." His voice was dangerously low, holding a mostly even tone that was more terrifying than yelling.
"Take one more step towards him and I'll shoot," Skybreak glared as he too drew his weapons.
"Brother, please," Darkstorm gave him a warning look. "You're not helping." She turned back to the Wrecker. "What Dreadwing did was wrong. Even he knows that. But as he said, the war is over… Would you be willing to add more stained energon to our now renewed home?"
Moonracer meanwhile clutched one of Dreadwing's servos, fear in her optics. She silently prayed that he or the others wouldn't be harmed.
"Seaspray," Alana placed a hand on his shoulder plating. "Please…."
The mech paused, his optics turning to Alana's hand. He vented, and it seemed to at least diminish the fury, if only somewhat. He turned back to Dreadwing, but it wasn't the mech's expression that gave Seaspray pause, it was Moonracer's. She looked terrified yet wouldn't leave the Seeker's side.
Seaspray lowered his helm and continued marching towards the mech. He closed the distance in just a few strides before activating his weapon and holding it under Dreadwing's facial plating.
"If you ever threaten the safety of anyone here," Seaspray's weapon lit up and made a sound like it was preparing to fire. He allowed this action to state his point. "Are we clear, 'Con?"
Moonracer's optics filled with coolant as she buried her facial plating into Dreadwing's arm. Dreadwing placed his free servo over her, both comfortingly and protectively, before looking Seaspray dead in the optic. "The only one who is threatening here is you. But, you have my word that I wouldn't dare harm anyone." His somewhat weary and melancholic tone never changed.
Seaspray glared at him before deactivating his weapon and lowering his arm. "The word of a 'Con isn't worth much." He turned towards Alana and started walking away. "Especially one that stashes bombs on ships carrying innocents."
Moonracer stared up at Dreadwing in shock. "What?"
The look of near horror on her facial plating nearly killed him. He offlined his optics and vented softly. He withdrew from Moonracer in shame. "Did you not realize that I was once a Decepticon? And some actions that I have done cannot be remedied?" Dreadwing turned.
"Dreadwing, wait!" Moonracer outstretched a servo. "I didn't-"
He would not listen. He took to the skies as Moonracer was left on the ground. Flareup frowned as she walked up to her best friend and embraced her. "It's alright, Moon," she attempted to comfort. "He just needs some time to think that's all."
Moonracer's tears began anew as she returned her dear friend's embrace. His face… That look of shame. What had she done? She didn't mean to cause him to feel that way. Her response was involuntary.
But oh… she didn't mean to hurt him. She loved him too much to do anything like that. And the fact that he was a Decepticon or not didn't change that.
Alana turned to her sparkmate after his fellow Wreckers led them to their new quarters. They attempted to joke in order to cheer the mech but none of it seemed to work. And, respecting the fact that he and his sparkmate wished to be left alone, they left.
"Seaspray…. I thought we had left that day behind us," she sighed.
The mech stared ahead, ashamed that his anger had flared like that. "I thought so too. But just seeing him here brought everything hard to port." He turned his helm towards Alana. "I'm sorry."
Alana half smiled as she sat on the berth next to him. "Don't be. You're not the only one of us who can have a fiery temper." She placed a hand on his shoulder plating. "I understand why you were upset."
He vented. "I know the war's over, at least my processor does. It makes sense that 'Cons be here with 'Bots. But why did he have to show up?"
"The same reason we did. A new life. Don't you think anyone, even him, deserves that?"
Seaspray averted his gaze and grumbled unintelligibly. Alana sighed once more. "Did you not see the femme with him? He has found a new life here. Why can't we do the same?"
"That femme probably saved his aft." The mech vented once more. "I guess you're right. Just know that I'll be sore about that guy for a while. A long while."
"That would be natural, given the circumstances of our last meeting," Alana chuckled softly before kissing his buccal plating. "But I thank you for at least trying."
Seaspray seemed to come out of his brooding mode. "What do ya say we find the guys? We have some catching up to do."
His spark warmed when he saw Alana's contagious grin. "That does sound wonderful." She looked at him, playfully serious. "But no high-grade!"
"You drive a hard bargain." He stood and offered her a servo up. "But okay."
She gratefully took his servo in her own hand as they began to walk back towards where the others were. "I don't know about you but I could get used to living here. Your Wrecker friends are everything you told me about and more and… I am curious as to what a creature double feature is that Miko talked about."
"I have to admit, I am too. But it can't be too bad. She is a Wrecker, after all."
Alana smiled up at him. "And I'm glad the old gang is back together. And, though this place is nothing like Tlalaka and there isn't an ocean in sight, I can see myself living here."
"Well, not all the gang. A lot of them are still out there." His somewhat sad countenance changed to an optimistic one. "But, I'm sure we can find a spot near an energon lake. Not quite an ocean, but it has the likeness of one."
"Well, as long as you're with me, that should suffice."
He smiled as he pulled her close. "Took the words right out of my vocalizer."
Dreadwing paused from his brooding as he heard a gentle rap on his door. "You may enter," he said softly. He half expected Dar'sain to enter but instead, it was Moonracer. He stared at her in slight surprise before offlining his optics and turning away.
He saw how she looked at him… Why was she here?
"Dreadwing…. I-I'm so sorry. But I…" Moonracer vented. "I just wanted to let you know that I don't think of you any different. I knew you were a Decepticon when we first met. That didn't change my view of you then and it certainly doesn't now."
"Even after what I…. attempted?" Dreadwing grimaced at the thought. He had thought he had put it behind him. But not only did he place the Wrecker in danger but his organic sparkmate? What had Megatron turned him into?
Moonracer frowned as she placed a servo on his shoulder plating. "I was more worried today about him hurting you… Not about what you did. I…" Her cooling fans subtly activated. "I-I don't know what I'd do without you. You see past my flaws, can't I do the same for you?"
Dreadwing vented before hesitantly placing a servo over hers. "Why do you dote upon me so, Moonracer?" His expression softened as he gazed into her optics. "And, more importantly, how can you stand to even look at me?"
Moonracer half smiled. "When we first met, I saw what honor you had. You treated Darkstorm in particular with such kindness and respect… And then you treated me the same." She gently placed a servo over his spark chamber. "And I know you have a good spark, despite what you have done. Besides… doesn't God teach us to forgive?"
Coolant welled in Dreadwing's optics as he caressed a side of Moonracer's facial plating. He had certainly been too good to him… as had Darkstorm and Moonracer. "I thank you for seeing so much more in me than a barbaric Decepticon."
"You never were one in my optics," Moonracer smiled softly, coolant welling in her own optics. "I… I love you, Dreadwing. And I'd do anything to protect you, you know that, don't you?"
A stray drip of coolant now traced a line down one of Dreadwing's buccal plates as he nodded. "I do. And I in turn will do the same for you… I love you, Moonracer. With all my spark," he whispered before his lip components met hers. Moonracer gladly leaned into his touch.
They were so close that Dreadwing could feel her pounding spark and she in turn felt his. When they finally pulled away, Moonracer was smiling wildly. "Now, come on. If you think I'm letting you brood in your quarters all cycle, you're dead wrong. How about we take a small trip to Vos? That always cheers you up."
Dreadwing smiled softly. "Indeed, it does. If only for the chance to have you in my arms."
Moonracer's cooling fans activated loudly as she pretended to glare at him. "Y-You totally did that on purpose." Her lip components twitched upwards as she heard Dreadwing's baritone laughter echo throughout the room.
"Perhaps," Dreadwing's smile widened. "Now, come. The skies are beckoning me and I must answer."
"Ditto," Moonracer grinned, happy that he was back to normal once more.
D/N: T.T Teh feels, man…. First, Alana and Seaspray (that G1 couple I was talking about earlier) and now Dre'wan and Moonracer. I hope they satisfied you.
To Windcharger: I am quite well. How are you? And, dear, you are not bothering me in any way, shape, or form. I quite enjoy hearing from you. I may not trust you very much since we haven't talked often but I do see you as a dear friend.
To Guest: Well, we're glad you love it! :D It is so nice to hear from more of our fans, even if they don't have accounts on here.
To Savvy Orion: Yup. Megatron is starting to become a changed mech and surprisingly, he has become one of my favorite characters to write for. :33 I dig mechs with issues. And yes x'D Sunstorm is a religious fanatic who is a creepy stalker and Slipstream is colder than the Arctic. But trust me, things will get better. You'll see.
Darkstorm: *smiles softly* While I do appreciate your attempts to help, I would wish no harm upon Sunstorm. *vents* He is here because he is in danger and as long as he refrains from talking to me in such a manner again, everything will be alright.
To Super Shadic: Well, that's the magic of God and writing :33 Megatron is actually starting to become one of my favorite characters now. And Sunstorm? Oh, yeah. Things are going to get hairy very fast, trust us. As for Metroplex, we never really planned on discussing the Cybertronian cities in detail.
To Tim the Silent Pyxis: Aw, well I'm glad you thought so. As I said before, I love writing for Megs~ And yeah. Sunstorm and Slipstream… can be hard to handle. But eh, I'm sure they'll grow on you like the others did.
(from P.S. God Loves You! By Connie Witter)
My love for you is unconditional. No power on heaven or earth can come between us. And nothing you have done in the past or would ever do in the future could cause Me to withdraw My love from you.
"And I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from God's love. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither our fears for today nor our worries about tomorrow—not even the powers of hell can separate us from God's love. No power in the sky above or in the earth below—indeed, nothing in all creation will ever be able to separate us from the love of God that is revealed in Christ Jesus our Lord" Romans 8:38-39
May God bless you and your day, my dear friends!
Until next time, Dream'sRealm
B/N: Suuuu a little story. In the DVD sets for Transformers Prime there's a couple commentaries where the writers mention that they always wanted to bring Seaspray in like "hey guys, turns out I'm not dead!" When Dream'sRealm got said DVDs I already had them, so when she brought up bringing him into our fic I was down. And thus we get to see another awesome Wrecker~
Windcharger (TIAFD): ooo those are some interesting character ideas~ but I actually gotta mention that I had my ideas for Plasma and Skye for several months before I met Dream'sRealm. It was just God working some magic that it turned out how it did