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: Beautiful by HIM
Darkstorm looked up from her tinkering and smiled as she saw her brother approach. In truth, she felt a little guilty for not spending more time with him… but even in her sparked state, she knew she couldn't be idle for very long. She, after all, made a promise, and she always strived to keep her word. She would try her best to make sure that Starlight saw again.
"Hello, Brother!" she gently set aside the tools before embracing him. "How are you faring this wonderful cycle that the Lord has made?"
Skybreak chuckled and returned it gently. "Jus' fine." His expression turned sheepish as he pulled away. "I ahm… actually needed your help with something."
"Oh?" Darkstorm quirked an optic ridge. It was very rare for her brother to act this way. What on earth could be causing it?
His gaze was downcast and his wings nervously twitched. "You're a femme so you know what femmes are impressed with, right?"
"Brother," she began, brow furrowing. "What is this about?"
Skybreak seemed to visibly hesitate before he vented and admitted, "It's Slipstream, okay? I think I'm going crazy. She's all I can ever think about, you know? I mean, I know she doesn't want to waste her time with a low-life like me but…"
Darkstorm's expression softened as she placed a servo on her brother's shoulder plating. "I am happy that you care for her but I am also worried. If what her brother acts like is any indication-..." She vented. "I just don't want you to get hurt."
"Hey," Skybreak frowned, tilting her helm up to meet his gaze, before smiling encouragingly. "I've survived far worse, haven't I? One little royal femme won't hurt me. The worst I'll get is a broken spark, Sister."
"Broken sparks can hurt far more than battle wounds," Darkstorm replied.
"Maybe," Skybreak chuckled before smiling softly. "But if I don't try this, then I'll never know. Pit, she even defended me in front of her brother. That must be a good sign, right?"
"I suppose…"
"Please, 'Storm, I need to know." He grasped her servos tenderly in his own. "Just tell me what I should do."
Darkstorm took one look at his pleading gaze and knew she couldn't say no. She cracked a small smile. "Alright. I may not know Slipstream personally but I've heard that flowers always work. I know 'Bee always brightens my day with them."
"Flowers, right," Skybreak grinned before embracing his sister once more. "Thanks, 'Storm! You're the best!" Before Darkstorm could say another word, Skybreak had left.
She shook her helm, amused, before returning back to her work, praying that the femme Vos royal was kinder than her brother.
Skybreak stood there in front of the door to Slipstream's quarters, fear, yes fear, filling his spark. He didn't truly understand his feelings towards the Seeker princess yet… He never thought he'd ever have a sparkmate or at the very least a femme that he admired. He always pictured him staying by his sister's side. Sparkmates were never part of his plan.
Until… she came. The perfect picture of grace and beauty.
Skybreak shook his helm with a wry smile. If the other mechs found out, I'd never hear the end of it. Pit, after our first meeting, I still haven't, he thought before venting. Well… might as well get this over with.
Before he lost his nerve, he quickly knocked on the door, placed a bundle of metallic blossoms from the Helix Gardens down, and hurriedly walked away.
The door opened a sliver as the occupant looked around the area in front of the door. After a moment it slowly opened the rest of the way and Slipstream took a slight step forward as she again scanned the area. She then looked down as she spied the blossoms.
Lacking her usual suspicious demeanor, she picked them up and turned them, slowly studying them. They didn't have such blossoms in Vos.
The smile that had been sneaking up on her suddenly fell as her servo froze and optics widened. "That mech." She started marching in the direction of the mechs' quarters and general living area, the blossoms still in her now tightly-clenched fist.
Skybreak tried to act nonchalant as he saw Slipstream marching towards him. "Hey, gorgeous. Funny seeing you here," he grinned innocently, trying to disguise his hammering spark.
"Funny indeed." Her tone said she did anything but agree. She held up the flowers. "You think I don't know you're the one who put these at my door?"
"What? I don't know what you're talking about," Skybreak replied as his grin widened.
"Look." Slipstream pointed the blossoms at his face. "You may think you're charming and that I'll swoon over slight attempts like this to win me over, but I see right through your so-called charm."
"So-called charm? You wound me, gorgeous. And it wasn't so much winning you over as presenting a beautiful femme such as yourself with a gift." Skybreak smirked and bowed, though inwardly he was panicking. "You deserve it."
Slipstream's royal demeanor faltered for a moment, and one could almost hear her cooling fans activate. She caught herself quickly, clearing her throat as she blinked and averted her gaze. She accidentally found herself staring at his chassis rather than facial plating. "I've been gifted with such things as the finest of oils and gems. You'll have to try harder to impress me."
"That's not what your optics are saying. But, fine," Skybreak chuckled. "I guess I'll have to try harder." He smirked again. "Your wish is my command."
She glared up at him. "It always was, as the heir to Vos. Like I said, you need to try harder."
Skybreak's smirk widened. "Challenge accepted. A femme like you certainly is worth trying harder for."
Slipstream rolled her optics. "You sound like my brother."
"I certainly hope not. That mech has a few screws loose, no offense."
"Screws, bolts, a blown fuse or five in his processor. But he's still my brother."
"I get that. Family's family," Skybreak half smiled. "'S probably why 'Storm sticks with me."
Her optics widened slightly. "You're related to Darkstorm?"
Skybreak raised an optic ridge, slightly surprised that she didn't know, before smiling and nodding. "Fortunately. She's my sister and has saved my tailpipe more times than I can count."
Slipstream nodded and again averted her optics, this time looking to the side of the mech. "She's an interesting one. Not in a bad way, either."
"She always was interesting." Skybreak chuckled slightly. "I always used to think I was the one protecting us both but, in reality, it was always her. She's one of a kind that's for sure." He smiled at her. "But, so are you."
Now the femme's cooling fans activated for sure. She fought to keep them quiet, but they were still running. "Th-that's sweet. That she protected you, that is."
Skybreak could hear them loud and clear which caused him to grin again. "Well, like you said before, family sticks together, for better or for worse, right?"
Slipstream vented, the cooling fans calming. "I suppose so."
"And I'd say your brother's lucky to have a femme like you in his life, more than he will ever know," Skybreak's expression calmed to a smile.
She blinked several times, cooling fans intensifying again. She stammered, trying to find proper words for a comeback but failing. "Congratulations, I do believe you win this round."
"It wasn't a round, Princess," Skybreak shook his helm, his optics filled with sincerity. "Just telling the truth here."
The cold femme's stern countenance faltered as she studied his optics. "Maybe you're not the hooligan I first took you for."
"Hooligan?" Skybreak laughed lightly. "Well, I'll have to add that to the list." He grinned. "And I'm only too happy to be of service, gorgeous."
She was again flustered and couldn't think of how to respond. After a moment she looked to the blossoms in her servo pointing them lazily at Skybreak. "Yes well . . . next time bring a vase too, will you? These look better on display than simply lying on a table."
Skybreak grinned widely again. "I can bring by a vase later, if you want."
Slipstream started to turn back towards her quarters. "If you wouldn't mind."
"It's a date then, gorgeous," Skybreak replied with a smirk and a bow before walking back to the others.
Slipstream rolled her optics as she headed down the corridor, but she couldn't hide the small smile pulling at the corners of her lips. That mech . . . he was certainly something else.
Sunstorm walked, helm held high, as he ignored the glares and whispers he received by the few bots still awake as he traveled to his sister's room. Word certainly traveled quickly around the small Autobot base. He breathed deeply, trying to control his rising ire.
He would only have to deal with them for a little while longer. Then, as king of Vos, Darkstorm would be his.
And no one, not even the infidel Optimus Prime, could stand in his way.
Without bothering to knock, he entered her quarters. "Ugh, Sister, you cannot imagine how bored I am without Dar'sain's company. It's a wonder I'm-" He stopped short, orange optics narrowing as he saw her sitting on her berth, smiling softly as she held a vase filled with crystal blossoms. "Ah… It seems you have had a… opportunistic cycle."
Her smile was replaced with her usual alert expression as she sat up and quickly placed the vase on a nearby surface. "Nothing too interesting, I assure you. You were saying?"
Sunstorm ignored her question as he went over to the blossoms, scrutinizing them in his servos before placing them back where they had been resting. "Praxian blossoms. Quite rare to come by nowadays," he said cooly.
She rubbed her optics, "Can we just not do this tonight, please? I'm having an all too rare good cycle."
His expression became manic. "Oh, but I am agog to know what's been happening, Sister. Tell me, did the Kaonian whelp bring these to you? Is he the reason for your good mood?"
Slipstream stood and fronted up to her brother. "And if he is, then what?"
"You dared to lecture me about my affections and yet here you are, falling hopelessly in love with her brother. I'm surprised at you. I thought you held more judgment than that, dearest Sister."
"More judgment for what, avoiding hypocrisy or caring for someone from the lower caste? Either way I suggest you take a look in the mirror, Sunstorm, because where I'm the one being doted on you're the one being distracted by someone else, someone who's fragging bonded, no less."
"Oh, I completely understand." He clenched his fists as his voice raised in volume. "Mechs come to dote upon you just as they always have and yet when I attempt to pursue a femme, I am the villain." He snarled, "Oh, right. I had forgotten. I am just the son Carrier was forced to have, the freak of nature that couldn't be trusted to be allowed near anyone besides you."
"Oh don't make it sound like I enjoy this. I never had it easy either. Do you honestly think that I enjoy being pursued by mechs like I'm a valuable possession, knowing that the moment I let my guard down and let myself think about anything but my own goals I'll be set aside like a forgotten trinket to gather rust?" She deeply vented as she looked away, her shoulder plating shaking as she exhaled. "I don't blame you for valuing something, Bruda. I ask only that you remember we have something other than some faint illusion of 'love' to live for. Please . . ." She slowly stepped towards the vase and gently gripped the blossoms with both servos, optics locked on them with a weary expression. "We're almost there. Just a little longer then everything will be okay . . ." Truth be told, she sounded more like she was speaking to herself than Sunstorm.
"But you are loved, Sister, while I am hated." Sunstorm's gaze darkened as he turned away. "And nothing, not even your futile planning can change that. I have nothing to live for. Or have you forgotten so easily in the midst of your romance with the Kaonian brat?"
Slipstream looked back to her brother with sad optics. "Sunstorm . . . you know I'm miserable at these emotional talks but it will get better, I promise. You won't feel this way forever. Besides," she slightly tilted her head to the side, "You'll always have me, Su'sain. Am I not something to live for?"
For a moment, just for a moment, his facade fell away and all anger left his gaze, only to be replaced with pain and bitterness. "Yes… We-... We always did have each other, didn't we?"
"And I don't intend to let that change, Brother." She put a servo on his shoulder plating. "No matter what, or who, may cross our lives."
Sunstorm couldn't deny that it was true. He was always seen as a monster in his carrier's optics. Their sire had her previous sparkmate murdered all to get to her. When she was forced to bond with him, a part of herself died. When Sunstorm was born, she openly loathed him and refused to allow him near anyone except the royal family. His only friend, the only person who dared to challenge his carrier's view, was Slipstream.
He was a despicable mistake in his carrier's optics, but he was all too happy to step into the mold she forced upon him.
A life hated rather than loved. He supposed he would have to deal with it.
"Nor I," Sunstorm's bitter, cold expression returned. "Still, keep your helm, Sister. I wouldn't want a pretty thing like you to be hurt by a Kaonian brute." He turned on his heel strut. "Give him my regards," he hissed before exiting the room.
She watched him leave with sad optics before they turned back to her gift from earlier. "He couldn't do any worse than our own family," she muttered under her breath.
D/N: Whoo. Busy week for me. Between college Calculus and high school work, it has been hectic. (Plus, I've been addicted to roleplaying with Emusa and Darkstorm on Tumblr so that might play into it lol.) Speaking of which, blondie made an ask blog for Blaze and Plasma (snipers-hangout. tumblr. com) and Skye (skye-shelsher. tumblr. com). Feel free to check them out!
Now, onto the chapter. Blondie and I never planned on Slipstream to evolve into this. She started out being a spoiled brat who only wanted a title but… this happened. I swear, our characters have minds of their own. They do! They rebel all the time!
To Windwipe: Well, I might use him for a Creative Writing class assignment but I'll have to see if I have time. Thank you! And never really blessed? Hon, God loves you and He has given you natural gifts and talents like He has me. Don't speak death over yourself. Instead, look up and see how cherished and special you are in the eyes of the Lord. His Voice is truth. Don't listen to the devil's lies that you aren't talented because that's what they are, lies. You may feel like an outcast but just know that God loves you and that you are never alone because He is always watching over His children. And, that is a very true quote. Thank you for sharing it with me. I will indeed care of Smoke and I wish you a blessed day too, my dear friend!
To Sparkcrusher: Darkstorm offlined her optics and breathed deeply before replying coolly, "I shall pray that the Lord touches you because I do not wish to see anyone, even you, lost in an empty life filled with iniquity and violence."
To Bluefeather4299: Thank you! We're so glad you enjoyed it!
To Super Shadic: Thanks! We're glad you enjoyed all the little adorable moments. I shall definitely be praying for your friend. If you have time, you should share with him this verse: "Even if my father and mother abandon me, the LORD will hold me close" Psalm 27:10. The Lord created him and loves him so much He gave His own Son to die for him. He loves him unconditionally. Even though his father didn't accept him, God does. And nothing can separate him from the love of God. Nothing.
"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
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B/N: Dagnabit Slipstream, I meant for you to be a challenging character for me to write for, to be someone who would stretch my writing muscles more than Silverblaze or Skye. Then you go and fall for one of my favorite OCs. Foiled by a fictional character again. Oh well, chapters like this are still great fun, especially with the sibling interactions~ hope you guys enjoy it :3
Oh and by the way, if you guys ever have comments or questions for me and I don't answer, please don't take offense. I don't think it's happened yet but between work wearing me out and having a bad memory anyway, it's very possible for me to totally space something, anything from much-appreciated reviews to eating (seriously I forget to eat some days). So I don't blow you guys off, blondie just derpy
Mindwipe (TIAFD): Oohh nononono it was my coworker who lost her brother ^^" I mean I do have stuff going on at home, but not that stuff. I appreciate the support though~
God bless, guys~