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, Starlight, Drift, Shiv, Jolt, Blackout, Air Raid, Caliber, Speedway, and Jetfire.

Theme Song: Snow White Queen by Evanescence

Darkstorm sat on a metallic cliff far away from the base, venting softly as the wind caressed her frame. She knew her scout worried but… it was times like this when she needed time to clear her helm. And being under the sky calmed her… as it did all Seekers.

She vented once, shoulders drooping. She had thought things would remain peaceful for a change. She wasn't one to deny someone protection but Slipstream and Sunstorm...

She gazed up at the sky.

Father, forgive me, she silently prayed. I know You have called me to love others… Please, help me to cope with all this. Allow me to forget and move on. And, more importantly, forgive.

She offlined her optics as she continued to reach out and pray, reveling in God's presence before a voice sent shivers down her spinal plating.

"My dear Darkstorm, what a coincidence to find you here. I myself wished to go for a quick flight."

Darkstorm whipped around to find Sunstorm staring down at her, that same chilling look in his optics. Her facial plating hardened. "Indeed, but I was not planning to fly. I was just praying and thinking…" She righted herself. "However, I should probably head back."

Darkstorm's spark began to race in fear however as Sunstorm gently but firmly grabbed her arms, preventing her from transforming and leaving. "Praying? To whom? Please, my dear, sit with me. I shan't harm you. I simply need company."

Oh, God…. Help me. "To the one true God," she whispered.

"There is only one god, my dear, and that is Primus." Darkstorm winced as his grip tightened slightly on her. "Normally, I would become angry at such a statement as I am with other infidels, but… I cannot put a digit on it." Darkstorm turned aside as his facial plating grew closer to hers as he purred, "You captivate me, Darkstorm."

"Infidel? Primus never speaks to or aides his children. The human Primus, God, does. He saved my life. He healed Optimus and my sparkmate. How could I not believe in Him or love Him?"

"Careful, mo mear," Sunstorm warned darkly, forcing Darkstorm to face him. "I tend to do terrible things when I'm angry… and I would hate to terminate you. You are far too beautiful." Sunstorm's gaze seemed to soften as he stroked her facial plating. "So, so beautiful."

The sound of a weapon cocking off to their side interrupted him. "I, on the other hand, would love nothing more than to blow your helm off." Plasma's arm was by her side, sniper rifle and visor activated as she stared at the mech with an intense expression. "Back. Off. Now."

Sunstorm turned around and his usual smirk returned. "But, of course. Darkstorm and I were simply having a little chat. No harm done." Sunstorm backed away a few steps before bowing regally to Darkstorm. What he said when he righted himself however, caused Darkstorm to fear him more. "Waarsku tu skauti nipate go mbeadh me d'irea'ch tar. Ba mhaith leat wa ajabu malkia, mo mear Dar'sain. Inaweza die lug aoibh gh'aire ar tu gc'on'ai," he whispered in Seeker cant, purposely so Plasmarift could not understand. After that, he gracefully transformed and left.

Darkstorm fought to process his words. Warn your scout that I just may have to take you for myself. You would make a wonderful queen, my dearest Darkstorm. May the skies smile upon you always.

She didn't realize she was shaking until she attempted to approach Plasmarift and collapsed. She looked down at her servos helplessly, spark and processor still in shock.

"Hey hey, whoa. Take it easy." Plasma quickly closed the distance, deactivating her sniper rifle before kneeling and putting her servos on the Seeker's shoulder plates. "Do I need to clip that creep's wings?"

"N-No… I-I… H-He…" Darkstorm attempted to speak but found that it only came out in half-broken, confused sentences. She finally lifted her helm, coolant welling in her optics. "O-Oh, P-Plasma…"

The sniper sat back on her peddes. "Just calm down, take a few long breaths. You'll worry Bumblebee." She looked over Darkstorm's facial plating to see if the creep caused any physical damage. "What did he do?"

Darkstorm's chassis was heaving out of fear but she tried to take slow, deep breaths and deaden her bond to Bumblebee. She did not want to make him worry. Not now. "He called me an i-infidel when he saw I was praying and then… s-said that it would be a pity to kill me because I was so beautiful. A-And," tears escaped her optics. "H-he threatened that he may just offline 'Bee in order to have me as his queen." More shudders wracked her frame as she remembered his touch, so gentle yet so dangerous and foreboding as it stroked her left buccal plate. Her shaking servos rubbed the area as if ridding the area of his presence.

Plasma's own servos started to shake, but for a very different reason. She had to take deep breaths herself just to resist the urge to get their new visitor in her crosshairs. "I . . . he . . " she vented. "He won't come within an arms length of you again, I swear it. And you are not to be alone as long as they're here. Ever."

Darkstorm's lip components trembled before she shakily nodded and wrapped her arms around Plasma. Her frame began to shake further as she sobbed. "I promise, my dear friend. Thank you… Thank you so much."

Plasmarift gasped at the gesture but quickly returned it, albeit with less strength as her processor wandered elsewhere. Her spark ached at this feeling, however small, of being needed. A feeling she'd anticipated she would have often until Tyger Pax. "Th-think nothing of it. Just returning the favor."

When Darkstorm's cries had ceased, she began to calm slightly, though she did not disengage the embrace. She… felt as helpless as a sparkling, like she was when her and her brother were on the streets. And she needed to feel safe. Her mind continually reached out to God as she prayed that she would get through this and that Bumblebee would be unharmed. She felt so afraid. "Plasma?" she whispered weakly.

She had to cough once to clear her throat cables of the emotion choking them off. "Yeah?"

"Was Bumblebee safe when you left? And my brother and Dre'wan?"

"They're perfectly fine." A smile flashed across Plasma's face but quickly faltered. "If deeply annoyed."

Darkstorm nodded, silently thanking God that they were, before asking, "And, what are we to do, Plasma?"

"Well, I can slowly pull his wings off. Or I could just blast them full of holes. It's up to you." She huffed, a smile pulling at her features. "Though knowing you, you had something else in mind."

"God calls us to love for He is love, even our enemies…" Darkstorm vented, her grip tightened slightly on her friend. "But, oh, how I am afraid… It was bad enough what he dared to say in the base in front of the others about Bumblebee, about me… But this? I know that they are running from those who would take their lives and I know I should be patient, but how can I deal with them for more than a cycle?"

Plasma also vented. "Like I said, you stay with someone at all times. Spend all your time in the medbay or your quarters and let the mechs deal with them if they need medical help, though that Sunstorm mech already needs help in his processor. And between the medbay and your quarters you walk with either your sparkmate or me. Or someone else who can hold their own against that creep. Got it?"

Darkstorm shakily nodded. "Alright…." Her optics threatened to fill with coolant again. "If only I hadn't been there, he'd have never seen me. None of this would have happened. Bumblebee wouldn't be in danger…"

"Bumblebee took out Megatron on Earth, I think he can handle a spoiled Vos bug. And not to mention he's threatening you on your turf, surrounded by warriors and those who care about you. If he even thinks about trying anything one of us will see it and take care of him." She repositioned her helm, her neck cables becoming a little sore from staying in the same pose for this amount of time. "You may not condone violence, but family protects one another. We'll keep you safe, no matter what."

"Thank you. I don't deserve companions such as you," Darkstorm pulled away and wiped at her optics. "Forgive me. I-I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"Nope-no, don't apologize. You have nothing to be sorry for." Plasmarift put a servo on her friend's shoulder plating again. "Just let us be here for you for once, instead of you taking on everything alone. Okay?"

Darkstorm half smiled. "When I was younger, I was forced to take everything on alone… I suppose it still amazes me, even to this day, that there are people God placed in my life that are more than willing to help. Thank you, Plasma, for everything." She paused, hoping her words wouldn't offend the femme. "I never grew up with a carrier… but, I'd like to think that she'd be just like you."

Plasma's optics widened at the Seeker's words. Before she could collect her thoughts enough to form a proper response, coolant rushed to blur her vision. Her free servo covered her mouth as her other fell away from Darkstorm, landing on her own leg. It took her a moment to choke the emotions back again. "I-it's nothing. Just watching-" she had to clear her throat cables. "Watching out for one of my own."

Darkstorm gently held onto her servo. "Forgive me if I was too bold in saying something like that."

The sniper shook her helm. "No, it's fine. I just . . . after I lost Ravenstar I never thought such a comparison would be made to me." She forced a smile and wiped furiously at the coolant. "I'm sorry, I'm usually not like this."

"Well, we may have had a rough beginning but… as we've become friends, you've done your very best to protect me. You're an angel that God gave me, Plasma. And I thank Him every day for you." Darkstorm smiled.

Plasma vented and averted her optics, pausing in her efforts to wipe away her tears. "You know, I'm starting to think your God knows what He's doing."

"If He healed Optimus, Bumblebee, and me, then I have faith that His will is good for your life, as well. Besides, I've learned that He can help through any circumstance." Darkstorm chuckled. "Just ask Dre'wan or Predaking." Her smile returned. "If you pray to Him and accept His son, Jesus', free gift of love and salvation, well… the peace is indescribable."

She looked down, her optics not knowing what to focus on. "I . . ." She grimaced. "Even with Silverblaze back in my life I still can't forget what I did that got him hurt in the first place. How can I expect anyone else to forgive that when I can't?"

Darkstorm smiled softly and placed a servo on her shoulder plating. "It says in His Word that all have sinned and fallen short. All of us. But, He loves each and every one of us so much that He gave His son to die in our stead… and He was brought back to life on the third cycle. Because of His sacrifice, we are not condemned. We have a new life and are loved. Whoever or whatever makes you feel differently is not of God, but of His enemy, the devil."

Plasmarift bit her lower lip, optics still on the ground. "I . . . I hate change, Darkstorm. I don't know how to cope with it, I stay the way I've been for voors because I know how to deal with it. The same reason I've been on my own for so long."

"I understand. If I were in your position, I would feel the same… But, believe me when I say that in some circumstances, it is a good thing." Her smile brightened. "Just try and see."

Plasma's blue optics met Darkstorm's red ones before they turned to her servos fiddling in her lap. "I guess I could . . . give it a try."

"Alright then." Darkstorm paused. "My charge said there does not have to be a specific prayer… You simply reach out to Him, acknowledge that you need Him, and accept Him and Jesus into your life to forgive you and love you."

She blinked several times, trying to organize her thoughts. "But wh-what do I say?"

"Speak from your spark, Plasma," Darkstorm smiled softly. "What do you wish to say?"

She looked up as coolant started streaming down her face. "I'm tired of being tired. I'm tired of the pain, of the fear, of every blasted time I hear the cries of a sparkling for its carrier and long for my own. I . . ." she brought a servo to her optics as speech started turning to sobs. "I miss dreaming of having my own family." She leaned forward as she spoke, remaining upright only because of her other servo bracing against the ground.

Darkstorm wrapped an arm around her shoulder plates comfortingly. "It's alright. Keep going… He's listening."

Plasma took a moment to regain her voice, though the coolant was still flowing freely. "I don't want anyone to have to worry about my allegiance, if I'm going to go running off again like when I was still looking for Blaze. I just-I don't want to be the same as everyone else, but I do want peace." She gasped. "I want to feel again."

Plasma's optics widened as she heard a gentle, loving voice speak to her spark. "I love you with all My heart, My daughter, and I want only the best for you. Come to Me… and you shall feel peace that surpasses all understanding. You do not have to fight alone, not anymore. Do you choose Me?"

Yes, I choose You. She closed her optics again, this time not caring about the coolant now staining her features and a good portion of her chassis and legs. After a moment she looked up at Darkstorm, one servo still in front of the lower half of her face.

"Th-thank you."

Darkstorm smiled, silently thanking God. "Do not thank me but rather He who works through me. Do you feel it? True and unbreakable peace?"

Her optics turned to her servo, which she just noticed was shaking. "I d-I don't know. But I can say this. For the first time in a long, long time . . . I can feel."

Tears of happiness streamed down Darkstorm's buccal plating as she embraced Plasma. "Praise God, M'athair. You have no idea how happy I am that He has finally reached you. My prayers have been answered."

"Y-you prayed for me?" Now Plasma's whole frame was shuttering for a few seconds, stopping for several, then starting again.

"I love you, Plasma. How could I not?" Darkstorm smiled. "I knew you were hurting from the day we met and I prayed to God, hoping that you would be healed. And He has answered me."

Plasma couldn't think of anything to say that she hadn't already, so she was content to just stay as is. After several minutes she vented and sat back on her peddes again. "I um," she coughed. "I should probably find Silverblaze."

"And I 'Bee before he sends out the entire team to comb the planet for me," Darkstorm shook her helm with an amused smile before offering Plasma her servo. Plasma took it and righted herself.

As they traveled back towards the base, Plasma asked Darkstorm, "Darkstorm…. what does M'athair mean?"

"In Seeker cant, it means… carrier," Darkstorm replied softly.

Plasma's optics flickered as she gasped, the emotions she was finally starting to get under control rising back up into her throat cables.

"F-Forgive me if it bothers you," Darkstorm lowered her gaze, wings twitching.

Plasma shook her helm. "It's just that between you and Elita now being carriers, it brought to mind what I lost. And I never thought I could associate with that term since I lost my own sparkling when it was so young, so . . . it was unexpected, that's all." She smiled at the young Seeker. "I appreciate it. Truly, I do."

"I know I'm not Ravenstar but if you need me, I'll be here, M'athair. Always," she replied as her smile slowly returned.

Plasma nodded to her, hoping the gesture would show her gratitude without renewing the tears. She was exhausted as it was.

Darkstorm seemed to understand. "Come on," her smile brightened and, for a moment, the war-torn, battle-scarred femme that was forced to mature at a young age was gone and an innocent youngling was left in her wake. The one that had supposedly died on Kaon's streets. Though maybe it was just the hormones that made it seem that way. Or… One being from which all joy springs. "Last one to the base is spoiled energon!" With a child-like giggle, filled with abandon, she transformed and zoomed towards the base.

Despite herself and her "mature" state, Plasma donned a mischievous smile of her own. "You're going down, Seeker!" She leapt forward in a shoulder roll, transforming half-way through and thundering off after Darkstorm.

As the femmes left the area, a mech quickly took cover behind a nearby formation to avoid detection. After what he'd just found out, he needed to comm the base before they lost this golden opportunity.

"It's me, patch me in to the base, will you?" There was static on the other end before a response saying it would take a few moments. The mech huffed at the news, but he couldn't exactly do much else.

That exchange on the cliff . . . that might be exactly what they need. From the way the royal Seeker treated and approached that Seeker femme, he certainly seemed emotionally invested in her-and with his observation equipment, the mech saw that the femme was sparked. Put two and two together, and she was a sparkmate that the royal kept hidden.

Well, she wasn't hidden much longer. And she could be just the leverage they would need to finish this conflict once and for all.

"Base here, what's your status?"

The mech rolled his optics and moved further into the shadows of the structure. "About slagging time! What, were you throwing a party?"

"Cool your jets, things are busy around here."

"Well they're about to get a little busier." The mech snuck a glance at the direction the femmes had gone. "I might have found a solution to our little royal problem."

Silverblaze roamed the corridors, looking for Plasmarift. He knew he wouldn't find her just wandering around, considering he'd picked up on some murderous rage earlier and he sincerely hoped she wouldn't be indoors with such feelings. Nonetheless, he still hoped to find her and ask if she was okay. Something like this he didn't want to just ask through their bond, especially with how damaged theirs was.

"Blaze." He turned just in time for Plasma to appear out of nowhere and wrap him in a hug. He automatically returned it, but it took a second for him to realize how strong it was-like the kind she used to give during the war when they first bonded. He didn't think she had the energy to give such embraces anymore.

A surprised laugh escaped. "Hey, I thought I was the one who was supposed to give great hugs."

"I think I'll give you two some privacy." Darkstorm smiled at the two. Silverblaze nodded in thanks before the Seeker walked down the hall.

Plasma was shaking. Blaze knew it was because she was crying, and that fact about broke his spark. "Are you okay?"

It took her a moment to respond. "Better than okay."

Then he felt it. Through their bond he could still feel her pain, her fatigue, her fear. But there was definitely something else there, something entirely new: hope and peace. He knew only one thing could do that.

He offlined his optics and vented. "Finally."

She pulled back just enough to look at him. "Wh-what do you mean?"

He offered a gentle smile. "Darkstorm told me about Him after you rescued me from that lab. I was hurting and spent so long wondering why I couldn't just offline, why I had to endure what I did, and I thought nothing could condone it. But she told me about God, about how He has plans for us better than anything we can imagine, and it all just clicked."

She shook her helm, a hint of confusion written on her face. "Why didn't you tell me before?"

His grin broadened. "Plasmarift, I have been bonded to you for a long time and am very much aware of your tenacity. I knew yammering on about something you didn't believe or have much interest in would get me nowhere." His face slowly dropped, though compassion remained in his optics. "That aside, I just didn't know how. So, much as it hurt to have to let it go, I knew I had to leave it up to someone more capable than I. Or two someones in this case."

Her optics shifted to his chassis as she tried to wipe her coolant off it. "I'm sorry if I made things difficult for you."

He laughed and lightly grabbed her servo. "You've been making things difficult for me since cycle one, but I still chose you. I'm just glad you know now."

Her gaze was now fixed on her servo in his as silence took over, leaving only emotions in the air.

She only broke it after several minutes. "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything at all."

"For all the pain and trouble I had to go through to get it," a small, quiet laugh interrupted her words as she looked up at him again. "Do you think I can keep my sniper rifle?"

He laughed and wrapped her in a tight embrace, thinking of using a witty quip but choosing to appreciate the silence.

Optimus looked at the two Seeker royals sternly. "Since you are under Autobot protection, I expect both of you, especially you Sunstorm, to treat those around you with respect."

"Whatever do you mean, oh great Optimus? I-"

Optimus silenced him with a wave of his servo. "Very little is kept from my knowledge for we are a family here. I know that you followed Darkstorm outside the base; do not attempt to lie to me." He fought to prevent his optics from physically narrowing. When he heard about what happened, it angered him greatly. Darkstorm was like a daughter to him and just thinking that she, especially while sparked, was at risk for harm… "As long as you are here, you are not to go near her again."

"But, Optimus, I assure you, I meant her no harm."

"Your visit frightened her greatly. I would say that you most certainly did. My edict still stands. You are not to go near her again."

For a moment, Sunstorm looked visibly murderous as if there was nothing holding him back from stepping forward and wringing Optimus' neck cables, but then his expression slowly calmed into a sickly sweet smile. "Oh wise and powerful leader of the Autobots, if you believe it best, I shall follow your orders to the letter to prove my sincerity. And do send her my apologizes. I did not mean to frighten dearest Darkstorm. Not at all. I care for her far too much for that." Another frightening flash of demeanor passed over his facial plating before he turned to his sister. "And I am sure my beloved sister Slipstream will aide in guiding my steps whilst I am here, won't you Sister?"

Slipstream glared at the mech. "If only so you don't cost us another host with your advances."

Sunstorm did not seem phased as he turned back to Optimus. "See? My dear sister always was the more responsible of us two." He dramatically bowed again. "We thank you again for your mercy, Optimus."

Optimus nodded but still looked sternly at the Seeker prince. The siblings took this chance to take their leave.

Once in the hallway, Sunstorm rolled his optics. "Slipstream, why must you always be so dramatic?"

"Because you're alienating them before we can get their help with our little issue. Once we take Vos back, you can be as forward with as many femmes as you like. But until then, it may behoove you to try and act more rational while we are dependent on others."

"Oh, please," Sunstorm smirked. "I did no harm to mo mear Dar'sain. I simply offered her my regards, one Seeker to another."

"I don't care what you did or didn't do, I just know you need to cool it. At the very least for the time being. Think you can manage that?"

"Dearest Sister, I think I can," Sunstorm replied, the same unsettling look in his optics. "A femme like her is doing anything for. Do you not agree?"

Slipstream glared at him. "Don't even think about it. Think about what that would say about you when we regain the throne."

"What a lot of good the throne has done for our family," Sunstorm muttered darkly. "Our creators are offline as well as our dear aunt and uncle. And what of our cousins? Starscream terminated them both in order to get to that beloved throne." Just as suddenly as his mood came, it left. He nonchalantly waved his servo. "Besides, things can easily be kept from the rabble."

Slipstream's own mood seemed to change on a dime as she grabbed his shoulder plating and slammed him against the wall. "I can tolerate your infatuation with this pit-spawn, but I will not allow you to disrespect our family. We've been planning this for too long for your sympathies to suddenly change like this."

Sunstorm snarled much like a cornered animal and threw her back. "I am simply telling the truth, dearest Sister. Do not talk to me of our family. I cared, no," his tone darkened. "respected them as much as you. And I have no sympathy. There is no room in my spark for such sentiments. Worry not. I shan't interfere with the plan."

She glared at her brother. "Good. This fascination you have for the medic will pass, but the throne of Vos will be ours until the day we offline. And with it comes respect and dignity which we lack in this dreadful place, and your little crush will be meaningless compared to them."

"I for one certainly haven't had respect or dignity, at least not that I can remember. I doubt that will change." His smirk turned grim. "I will have power, that is all. But then again, Carrier and Sire never did give me anything I wanted…" He bowed. "I hope to converse with you later, Sister," he ended formally before leaving her there in the hallway.

Slipstream vented as she watched him go. She didn't have it so great growing up either, no royals did. Only through attaining power once they were old enough did any of them make sense of it all.

She continued down the corridor. And when she took the throne, she would use her power to make sure her creators' mistakes weren't made again.

D/N: Man, life has been busy. My senior year is starting to come into full swing and I'm struggling to keep up with updates as well as my school work and other stuff I have to deal with. But, the Lord has got me through this far :) He will get me through the year. "All things work together for good" (Romans 8:28), right? And I know "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me" (Philippians 4:13).

Also, if you could continue to pray for me, my family, blondie, and a friend of a friend who is contemplating suicide… I would be much obliged. And if you have time, try to check out some of Joel Osteen's sermons. They are super encouraging and have certainly helped me through a rough patch I've been going through.

To Bluefeather4299: Aw, thank you. I needed that encouragement today. I hope you will continue to enjoy blondie's and my work!

To Windcharger: Amg, stahp. You are too sweet. :3 But all my gifts from God. All praise be His, not mine. I am glad you're my friend, too, Windcharger. How have things been? Good, I hope?

To Sparkcrusher: Hello, Sparkcrusher! Nice to meet you. Thank you for leaving such a lovely review! Blondie and I will certainly try to keep you satisfied.

To Super Shadic: Aw, thanks :3 I'm glad you liked their cute little backstory. And I'm not even sure who's the younger one in that relationship. I originally meant for it to be Sunstorm but you can see how that turned out lol. But he's a good mech, really. We're glad you enjoyed the chapter though!

(from P.S. God Loves You! By Connie Witter)

Do not seek revenge on those who have made you suffer by their words and deeds. Instead, speak kindly to them. Bless them by praying for them and being truly loving and compassionate. If you do this, nothing can hinder you from receiving My blessings in every area of your life.

"Don't repay evil for evil. Don't retaliate with insults when people insult you. Instead, pay them back with a blessing. That is what God has called you to do, and He will grant you His blessing" 1 Peter 3:9

May God bless you and your day, my dear friends!

Until next time, Dream'sRealm

B/N: If this update is a bit later than you expected I take full responsibility; slow blondie is slow. Anywho, this is another on my list of favorite chaps. I'm kinda proud of Plasma because I feel like she's had a bit of character development since her arrival in Dark Remnants. Plus she's kinda the embodiment of my "being done with peoples' crap," so how can I not love her? xD

And that dude spying on 'Storm and Plasma? Dundunduuuuun better keep an eye out for some up and coming dramaaaa ;D

Windcharger: Hnnn o/o having a kinda cool day actually. You? And yeeaahhh Bay quite enjoys killing main characters, the jerk D':