Disclaimer: We do not own Transformers Prime or its canon characters; Hasbro and the Hub do. We do however own our OCs. Blondie-moyashi owns the lovely Skye Shelsher, Plasmarift and Silverblaze, and Dream'sRealm owns Darkstorm, Skybreak, Emusa, Drift, Shiv, Jolt, Blackout, Air Raid, Caliber, Speedway, Jetfire, and Starlight.

Theme Song: Call Out by Thousand Foot Krutch

Megatron gazed upwards wearily as he heard footfall approach the small cavern. Did he not tell the young femme Seeker that he did not want, nor need, her pity? He opened his mouth, about to brusquely order Darkstorm to leave, before he realized...

It was not her but another femme.

"Hello?" she called out softly. "Forgive me for intruding, but I saw a mech back in the ruins of Altihex rummaging for energon. If that was you... I have some fuel we can share."

Scrap, he inwardly cursed. Someone had followed him?

"I know you're here. Please, don't be afraid. I won't harm you."

Megatron nearly laughed at the statement. Was this femme blind? Did she not know who he was? Megatron, barbaric leader of the Decepticon Armada. It was she who should be afraid of him.

But, when the femme drew closer to him, even the faint traces of bitter mirth in his spark vanished.

The white and silver femme gazed upon him but her optics were dim. The main lenses were a cornucopia of cracks and fractures as she naively smiled. She was indeed blind.

But how could she have found him?

Megatron's optic ridges raised as he studied several small implantations on her servos and shoulders. Some form of sonar equipment perhaps?

Her voice interrupted his thoughts again. "Don't be afraid. I won't harm you." She held out a servo peacefully. "My designation is Starlight. What is yours?"

Megatron could not bring himself to answer the question. After several klicks of dark brooding, he hesitantly said, "I? I am no one."

No flinch came as she heard his gravelly voice. No flashes of fear or hatred or condemnation. Instead, her smile widened. "I don't believe that. Surely, you must have a designation."

"No..." He turned. "At least, not anymore."

"Well, then, No One..." Starlight bent down and picked up a spare energon cube. Megatron turned towards her again, studying her with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity, before reluctantly taking it from her servo. "It is a pleasure to finally see another refugee. I landed in Iacon and I do admit, the Autobots there were kind, friendly. Even the Decepticons. It's so nice to see that this war has finally ended."

A wry, bitter smile pulled on his lip components. If she only knew... "Yes, I do suppose it is. Tell me, why come out here to Altihex? The Decepticons laid waste to this city during the early days of the war. All the current civilization resides in Iacon."

"Because..." Starlight's facial plating lowered. "This was my home. This was all I ever knew before the Exodus. True, the Council was cruel to my family and I." She placed a servo on one of her optics, absent-minded. "But I knew nothing else. And they were fond memories here as well as foul." Her blank gaze turned to him again. "And you? Why are you here? And alone at that."

Megatron vented. "I wished to be alone... Things are simpler this way. And far more beneficial to the populace."

"You say that as if you placed that verdict upon yourself." She reached out a servo and touched Megatron's chassis, right where his Decepticon insignia was still engraved. "I know who you are. You're a Decepticon, but I've seen your brothers and sisters rebuild their lives. Do you not believe you deserve the same?"

Megatron shook his helm. She still did not know. "I do not believe I can ever deserve the same."

"Still, Decepticon or not, no one deserves to be alone. I know that full well. What say you to being alone together?" Starlight smiled softly and pulled away the servo held on his chassis.

"My company is not one that you should be keeping but it is your choice. We are in a casteless society now, after all," Megatron surprised himself by saying.

Perhaps, it was because he was weary of being alone in this cavern, of torturing himself with his own self-loathing. And he admitted that it was pleasant, to be met with something other than fear or hatred. This femme was blind, physically and knowledgeably. She did not see him as Megatronus, the revolutionary who had fallen so far from his original goal, or Megatron, the vicious war-monger who had destroyed his own home world with his own lust for power.

He had not been met with such kindness in so very long. A part of him felt selfish for indulging in such comfort. He did not deserve it after all he had done. And a part of him felt that he should push her away now, so that she would not be harmed as so many others had been because of his own pride.

But, something in him could not bring himself to say no.

"Thank Primus," Starlight vented. "A life without the castes or the Council will certainly be a shock to many others besides myself but it will be a pleasant transition, I think."

"Is that not what both sides were fighting for?" In the beginning, Megatron silently added.

"Even a Neutral such as I." Starlight sat down next to him and he instinctively tensed, unsure of what to do. "Tell me, did you use to live here?"

"No... I was raised in Tarn's mining pits before the war," he vented.

"I can imagine that must not have been pleasant. But, what could any of us have ever expected?" Starlight's melancholic gaze brightened slightly as she craned her helm up so that her dim optics were level with his. "But, this not a cycle that should be spent mourning. Shouldn't we rejoice that it is all over and done with?"

"We can most certainly try." Despite himself, Megatron felt his lip components tug upwards in a slight smile.

"Hmm... Indeed we can." She matched his expression. "You know, I rather enjoy your company, No One. Maybe it is because I was weary of the chill of space and of needlessly wandering from Neutral camp to Neutral camp... But it's pleasant to have someone to talk to after so very long."

"As I have said before, you may change your mind after spending too much of your time with a weary, war-torn mech such as I."

"Well then, what luck. I too am weary and war-torn, my friend." Megatron tensed further as he felt the femme place a servo on his own, without any trace of fear at all.

He gazed down at her, various emotions flashing rapidly across his facial plating. Friend... He himself had not been called friend in so very long. He had been so accustomed to declarations of "my lord", "my liege", and even "master." But, friend?

The closest friends he had when the war started were Soundwave and even Skybreak to an extent. But where did the friendship begin and the blind loyalty and militaristic servitude end?

"That is, if you do not tire of my company," her soft, hesitant voice added.

"As I said before, it is your choice."

Another small smile graced her facial plating. "So tell me, No One. Since we will be alone together, what did you do after you worked in Tarn's mining pits?"

"I... moved to Kaon and became a gladiator."

The former warlord and the blind femme spent nearly the entire cycle talking and for the first time since perhaps the war began, Megatron felt... content.

"Er, Plasma?" Darkstorm asked tentatively as she approached the sniper femme. "Do you know where 'Bee went? Not even Raf knows where he is."

Plasma's optics offlined as a smile crossed her face. "Last I heard he and 'Blaze were watching that human vid. Night Ride or whatever it was." Her optics onlined as she shook her helm. "Whatever made them fall in love with it is beyond me."

"Night… Ride," Darkstorm raised an optic ridge. "Well, 'Bee always did have… unique tastes."

"It's certainly unique. Human humor from the time that vid was made was so . . . to borrow a human phrase, cheesy." Her face lit up as she remembered something. "Ah, it was Knight Rider. Sad part is I only remember because the bot-I mean, car's name was KIT or something and it's an acronym." She smiled. "Speaking of the boys, it seems they've taken a liking to each other. It's good to see Blaze and that smile again. I can see the mischief just begging to be released from his processor onto the world."

Darkstorm chuckled. "And it is nice to see that 'Bee has made a new friend. I just hope that he doesn't get himself into too much trouble. That big mouth and mischievousness you told me he had before Tyger Pax is starting to return full force."

Plasma's expression dimmed slightly at the name but she quickly corrected it. "It is good to hear that voice again though. I was afraid no one would ever again." She smiled at the Seeker. "I guess your God came through, huh? Bee getting his voice back, Cybertron being revived, finding Blaze . . . things happen for a reason, but no amount of luck can account for all that's happened."

Darkstorm smiled softly and shook her helm. "Not luck… You are right. It certainly was God." Her smile widened. "Did I not tell you He had a plan?"

Plasma shrugged. "Guess you did. I suppose I was just so lost in my search for my sparkmate and had been doing it alone for so long that any help, either offered or implied, wasn't exactly welcomed with open arms." She shook her helm again, this time with less humor than before. "I was in a dark place for a long time. In many ways I think I always will be."

"Even the deepest darkness can be enveloped by light, my dear friend," Darkstorm placed a comforting servo on her shoulder plating. "I too was once in a dark place. My brother was led astray, I thought I would never see my childhood friends again, and I was trapped in a medical bay where torture reigned. I thought that is where I was always destined to be… But, a crash landing and a single act of courage granted me a sparkmate and a new life. I have to believe that light will always triumph over darkness."

Plasma's optics turned to Darkstorm's servo, a renewed smile hinting at her features. "And here I was brooding over a stupid mistake I made when I was young." Her gaze turned to the other femme's optics. "How can one so young be so wise? When old warriors like I can be so naive?"

"It is… simply one of the gifts God blessed me with," Darkstorm smiled softly.

"If only I had such a gift when I was younger." Plasma offlined her optics as the regret tugged at her spark.

"Hey, there is no need for that," Darkstorm replied. "I can tell you what you did have." She gestured to her spark. "A brave spark and a strong spirit. Much stronger than I was and, in that aspect, I admire you." She vented. "There… There is no need to dwell on the past, Plasma. It will only tear you apart. Think of it as a lesson learned and look towards your bright future."

Plasma onlined then blinked her optics. Admire? "You must have quite the optic for finding the good in others. After voors upon voors of self-loathing and the pain of loss, I wouldn't have thought there was anything admirable left in this battered spark." She offered her friend a smile as coolant started welling in her optics. Had it been anyone else she may have tried to duck out of the conversation and shed her tears in private. "You're a rare breed, Darkstorm. How you ended up in Megatron's clutches and came out of it all with your spark as it is will always be a mystery to me."

"God's own Son loved the battered and broken," Darkstorm her arms around her in an embrace. "I simply try to do what I can with the time I've been given, my friend, and follow His example."

Plasma froze for a moment, surprised by the gesture. She was used to the yelling and lectures that she was too much of a loner to survive, on Cybertron or in the open galaxy. But this genuine concern and friendship . . . Plasma returned the embrace as her throat cables felt tight and one stream of coolant streaked down her facial plating. Slag it, if that two-wheeler came in . . .

A line from Blaze's show came to her processor at the thought of said two-wheeler. At one point KITT had referred to motorcycles as two-wheeled tarantulas . . . she didn't know what a tarantula was, but it seemed like an appropriate counter to Miss Masochist. She couldn't help but laugh lightly at the new nickname for Emusa.

"What? What's so funny?" Darkstorm pulled away and asked curiously.

Plasma shook her helm as she wiped the coolant away, still smiling. "I just found a new appreciation for that show our mechs love so much."

"Oh, truly?" Darkstorm chuckled. "Care to tell me while we try to hunt down our mechs?"

Plasma nodded toward the corridor leading to the medbay that was Silverblaze's temporary residence. "As long as it stays between us."

Darkstorm began walking towards his quarters and nodded slowly, with slight trepidation. "Of course."

"Oh it's nothing horrible or inappropriate. Just a worthy response to my title as Miss Masochist."

"Oh, really?" Despite herself, Darkstorm couldn't help but laugh. True, she cared for Emusa but she did have a glossa made out of acid.

Just like Knock Out, she thought wryly.

She paused however, a slight wince on her facial plating. "How did you find out about said nickname?"

"After our little escapade on the moon of mutant Insecticons and she was giving me a piece of her processor. I guess we both got a bit fired up and she let it slip. Not to worry though." A smirk replaced her matter-of-fact voice and expression. "I think the two-wheeled tarantula will find I can get creative with nicknames too."

Darkstorm knew if Emusa ever found out she would be offlined on the spot when she found herself laughing. "Two-wheeled…. tarantula. And that is from this Knight Rider show?"

The femme nodded. "Like I said, I have a new appreciation for it myself now."

"But," Darkstorm half smiled. "Emusa truly is a kind femme… once you get to know her. She simply was upset that her sparkmate was harmed. That and… I'm afraid you remind her of an all too familiar pain that she has dealt with all of her life."

Plasma raised an optic ridge as she looked at the Seeker. "You don't say. She seems to have it all figured out, who would have thought she's 'dealt with pain'?"

"Oftentimes one builds up walls in order to cope with or run from their problems." Darkstorm vented. "But, as I said before, Emusa is a kind femme, despite her occasional outbursts."

"Oh I know all about walls. I guess I just got used to my method of erecting such barricades-completely blocking others out and going solo-that I didn't think such walls could be put up out of the eye of those who know you."

"I do suppose so. Let us hope however that that changes." Darkstorm raised an optic ridge as they both reached the room, sounds of screeching metal upon metal and their mechs exuberant yells reverberating out into the hallway. "What on earth-?"

She exchanged a look with Plasma before opening the door. Her sparkmate sat next to Bumblebee as they both stared intensely at the Cybertronian sized tv screen. Another crash was heard and they both cheered.

"Take that, creep!" Bumblebee yelled.

"Bumblebee, what on earth is going on here?" Hearing Darkstorm's voice, the two mechs turned around and jumped slightly as they saw their sparkmates standing in the doorway.

"Er… h-hey, 'Storm," Bumblebee rubbed the back of his helm sheepishly. "I meant to tell you where I was but 'Blaze and I kinda got distracted."

Blaze, who had been sitting up when the femmes walked in, quickly laid back as though pretending he hadn't moved. He offered an innocent, conspicuously-sweet smile, but Plasma simply crossed her arms and gave him a deadpanned expression that told him she wasn't buying it.

"Distracted… I can see that," Darkstorm chuckled before wincing as she heard another screech from the car chase. She pinched the bridge of her upper facial plating and shook her helm. "This is even worse than that pit-spawned monster truck rally I was forced to endure."

"Aw, come on, 'Storm! These racing scenes are awesome!"

"And you," Darkstorm raised an optic ridge at Silverblaze. "Firstly, don't pretend to be innocent. We femmes know better. And secondly… I suppose I should thank you for getting my sparkmate addicted to this?"

Silverblaze turned his "I wasn't doing anything" smile on the Seeker and shrugged. "At least this is far classier than monster truck rallies. High-speed pursuits, intriguing organic-tech relations, crime-fighting? This is more than a show, it's a lifestyle."

"Don't even think about it." Plasma had a stern tone, but had enough of a note of humor that it was obvious she wasn't really upset. "Once you recover, if I ever hear of you chasing down 'Bots who cause mischief I'll personally see to it that your treads never meet soil again."

Blaze vented as his door-wings drooped. "Such a spoil sport, Plasma."

When Bumblebee began to chortle down laughter, Darkstorm turned her slightly stern gaze on him. "That one illegal street race with Jack was enough for me. Don't you dare be getting any ideas, my beloved scout."

"But-!" Darkstorm raised an optic ridge. "But, I was just-!" Her optic ridge went higher and Bumblebee vented defeatedly. "Yeah, yeah, yeah…"

Darkstorm kissed his buccal plating. "So glad we understand each other."

"Okay, if I can't hunt down ne'er-do-wells, can I at least get the light bar on my hood?" Silverblaze tapped his chassis with a digit as he spoke. Plasma smiled, walked towards him, then leaned forward so their helms were at the same level.

"Not a chance in the pit." Her smile turned sarcastic as she spoke.

He pouted. "You're really no fun at all."

"No, I just know that it'd take a long time to develop said light bar, then first time a rock hits it while you're thundering down a road it shatters and you spend another several cycles camped out here, or worse-the med bay."

His smile returned. "Then I'll just get the molecular-bonded shell."

"Good luck finding someone who knows what that even is."

The mech's childish pout returned. "You really do know how to burst a guy's bubble, you know that?"

Meanwhile, Bumblebee turned to Darkstorm, giving him his full on puppy dog stare as he tried to break her resolve. "Can I have the light bar, my darling? Oh, light of my life?"

Darkstorm's cooling fans subtly activated. Blast it. How could she say no to that? "I'm afraid I agree with Plasmarift about it getting damaged but… we'll see."

"Yes!" Bumblebee grinned and fist bumped the air. "In your face, 'Blaze."

The silver and crimson Praxian gave his friend a brooding stare. "Yeah, just rub it in why don't you, 'Bee?"

This caused the black and yellow Praxian to grin wider and begin to blare a song which had the lyrics, "I'm so excited. I just can't hide it!" Darkstorm giggled to herself as she saw his doorwings flap excitedly as he began to dance. "Light bar I'm on my way!"

"Calm down, calm down. I said we'll see, not yes."

Silverblaze pointed to Bumblebee. "Ha! At least my hopes were crushed before I even knew if I had a chance. You got your happy dance out of the way then heard 'no.'"

"She didn't say no!" Bumblebee jutted out his bottom lip component childishly as he crossed his arms. "She said 'we'll see'!"

"With a femme, you may as well try driving to the sun on the phrase 'we'll see'."

"'Storm and I've done plenty of things on 'we'll see'. Y-You're just jealous because I'm gonna get a light bar on my chassis and you aren't!"

"'Plenty of things,' huh? Like what, exactly?" Silverblaze was smiling, blinking his optics several times as though challenging 'Bee to come up with a good explanation.

"Like… Like… Erm… Well, I can't think of any right now but there've been tons of times!"

"AKA the only thing you have going for you is wishful thinking. Just admit it, we're both out of luck here."

Bumblebee's doorwings drooped and Darkstorm felt her spark clench. "Bee, I have my trepidations towards it because I don't want you getting hurt during a strenuous race." She smiled slightly, trying to cheer him up. "Besides, I think you look handsome enough without it."

His spirits seemed to lift slightly. "Yeah… I guess you're right."

"And I can always look into this molecular-bonded shell."

Darkstorm had to fight to catch her breath as Bumblebee promptly embraced her. "You're the best, 'Storm!"

Silverblaze smiled charmingly at the femme. "Saaayyyy, think you can hit me up with that shell once you-ow!"

Plasma thwacked him upside the helm with a nearby datapad, though it was more surprising than painful. "Not a chance, Blaze!"

"So I win again," Bumblebee smirked as he crossed his arms over his chassis.

"You won because I'm afraid I don't have as much resolve as Plasma, luckily for you," Darkstorm replied.

"As if you can ever say no to me," Bumblebee grinned, winking.

Silverblaze leaned toward him. "'Bee, mind giving a mech some tips on winning one's sparkmate over? A fellow Praxian, no less?"

"It's all in approach," Bumblebee whispered behind his servo. "Compliments and puppy dog eyes don't hurt either."

Darkstorm cleared her throat. "I know you are not saying what I think you are saying, Bumblebee."

"Oh, you know I love you, oh beautiful, amazing, angelic sparkmate of mine," Bumblebee grinned.

Darkstorm raised an optic ridge. "You're lucky I'm so in love with you that I wouldn't make you sleep outside… But I can always have another, less-appeasable femme… Or my brother do that for me."

Bumblebee chuckled nervously, immediately straightening. "Hey, no need for that. I've seen what he did to Smokes' doorwings. I don't want to endure that kind of pain."

"Then it would behoove you to not push your luck, hmm?"

"... S-Sure. Whatever you say."

"Puppy dog eyes, eh?" Silverblaze turned to try them on Plasmarift but she put up a digit before he could do or say anything.

"Try it and I'll find some particularly painful test Darkstorm needs to run on you."

Blaze's expression dropped as he laid back against the berth.

Darkstorm smiled amusedly and placed a servo on his shoulder plating. "Oh, come now, Silverblaze. She is only trying to protect you out of love. There's no need to pout." She pointed a sharpened digit to her sparkmate. "And there's no need for you to bait him when I still have not given you a definite answer." Bumblebee merely chuckled in response.

"Oh but pouting's always done well for me in the past. And now that I know 'Bee's secret, it's only a matter of time until I can finally sweet talk Plasma into doing just about anything."

Plasmarift huffed. "Fat chance, buddy."

Silverblaze smirked, "Just wait."

Darkstorm chuckled and crossed her arms. "Look at the monster you've created, 'Bee."

"What? We Praxians need to stick together. Now, why don't you and Plasma join us?" Bumblebee once more gave his sparkmate puppy dog eyes. "I've been missing you so so much."

Darkstorm's lip components involuntarily lifted upwards in a smile as her cooling fans activated without her consent. "Well, I have been relieved of my shift in the med bay and I seem to have nothing else to do, so why not?"

D/N: And here you have it. Our third chapter which includes Darkstorm finally getting a break from the royals and some lovely Megatron fluff. And he finally met Starlight! XD Like her? Hate her? Please, comment.

To Windcharger: Jakobee. :) What a lovely name. My name is Megan and I am glad that you are my friend, as well.

To Bluefeather4299: ^/^ Well, blondie gave his character justice. I simply suggested the idea. Thank you so much for your encouragement!

To Super Shadic: Thank you :33 I'm glad you liked how blondie portrayed Seaspray and all the Dreadwing fluff. I do love fluff despite my sadistic nature lol. And in our story, Soundwave was killed by Blackout when they stormed the Nemesis. Unless you would like me to write a oneshot independent of our story where Soundwave is in the Shadowzone.

To Savvy Orion: Aw, thank you. I'm glad Seaspray and Alana are so well received! And yup lol. Dreads and Moon are so adorable. As for Megatron and that soft spot, *evil Megatron smirk* did it grow when you read this? I bet it diiiiid. Lol.

Darkstorm: *chuckles* No, no 'scraping' him. And I will be sure to tell you if I need assistance.

"This is the message from the One who is holy and true, the One who has the key of David. What He opens, no one can close; and what He closes, no one can open:" Revelation 3: 7

And I just wanted to share the above verse because, to be quite honest, I'm at a rather difficult part of my life now and when I was reading the Bible with my sister, the Lord spoke to me through this. God has a wonderful plan for your life and no one can close the doors that He has opened for your future or even right now. No one can stand in your way if you trust in Him and let Him work in your life. Because when you trust completely in Him, miracles happen.

May God bless you and your day and thank you again for all the support! You guys are awesome!

Until next time, Dream'sRealm

B/N: Sooo another little story. The "knight" part of my dA monicker "knightchick" was derived from my love of Knight Rider. I've been a fan of the show for like 10 years now, and when I got to thinking about Silverblaze being stuck in bed, so to speak, I got the image of him looking through human channels (and this amazing thing called "Netflix") for something to watch and stumbling across it-and of course, Blaze being the big lovable derp he is, it seemed like something he would really like. Plus I realized a few days ago that Knight Rider and Transformers G1 were from the same decade, so it seems fitting~

As for this chapter itself, I hope Blaze is living up to your guys' hopes. Yeah, he's been through a lot, yeah he was supposed to be BA and he's a major derp instead, and yeah he is still definitely recovering from the past several voors (and probably will be for a while), but I still love the guy and hope you do too :3 I mean, he's greatly inspired by Pete from Warehouse 13 and Alistair from Dragon Age, what's not to love?

Windcharger (TIAFD): Why thank you very much ^/^ I really can't take credit though, I could have studied and worked at it for years but without said gift it would've been for naught. And I dunno, I think the characters you mentioned sound interesting :3 you're very welcome~