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: I'm Sorry by Flyleaf
Sunstorm paced back and forth across his small quarters, anger clouding his spark and processor. The room was in disarray. What few furniture he had was broken or lay in an awkward heap. Dents marred the walls from his blows and several of his neighbors were scared out of their wits at his yelled curses in Seeker Cant last night.
"Blasphemy," he hissed. "She should be mine." His gaze darkened as his smirk returned. "She will be mine."
And, nothing, not even his beloved sister, could stop him from taking what was his.
"My daughter, leave this place and go elsewhere for both your safety and Bumblebee's," a Voice commanded her.
Darkstorm stirred in her sleep, hearing the familiar voice of her God. What? she thought. The war is over... Why?
The Voice commanded her again, "Leave and go elsewhere. Hurry!"
Deeming it wise to obey, she hurriedly shook her sparkmate's shoulder plating. He groaned in his sleep. "Storm, what's the matter? Do you know what time it is?"
"Bumblebee, we need to go. Now." And Bumblebee could tell by the gravity of her tone that it was a life or death situation.
He solemnly nodded as they both exited the room. Darkstorm led him towards the medical bay, comming Ratchet and Knock Out as she did so. "Knock Out, Ratchet, I desperately need your help. I fear Sunstorm may cause harm to others and himself. Grab some tranquilizers and I'll meet you in the medical bay."
Before the medics could ask any more questions, Darkstorm terminated the comm link abruptly and quickened her pace.
"Storm, you still haven't told me what's going on."
She paused in her walking before turning to Bumblebee, optics showing her fear. "God... awoke me saying that we were in danger and that we needed to leave. And I could think of no other bot here that would do us harm..." Darkstorm's gaze lowered. "Than Sunstorm."
"So, what are we going to do?" Bumblebee asked, concerned. "If you ask me, I say he's caused us enough worry. Let's just shoot him and get it over with."
"No," Darkstorm shook her helm. "However wrong he may be, he still needs help... It is my duty as a medic to provide him that help."
"But, 'Storm-" Darkstorm quickened her pace further. "Storm-" When she crossed the threshold of the medical bay, she was stopped as Bumblebee placed a servo on her shoulder plating. "Storm, please. I just... need to know that you'll be safe. You can't save everyone."
"But I can try," Darkstorm replied with determination in her optics.
"Darkstorm?" a gentle voice made both of them pause. "What's going on?" Starlight walked towards them groggily.
Darkstorm froze. Oh, no… She had forgotten that-
"Exactly what I wish to know," Megatron added as he too slowly exited the supply closet, gazing between the two of them.
Bumblebee's doorwings raised in alarm as he spied Megatron. "So he's still-?"
"I am terribly sorry but there is not much time to explain," Darkstorm interrupted urgently. "A volatile patient will be entering the medical bay soon. I ask that you and Starlight would retreat elsewhere for your safety."
Megatron drew himself up. "I am more than capable-"
Hearing the urgency in her voice, Starlight gently grabbed Megatron's servo. "Megatron, please… If it is for our safety, then I suggest we do as she says."
Megatron took one last look at Darkstorm before venting and glancing downwards at Starlight. "Very well."
Starlight and Megatron exited the medical just as Emusa, Knock Out, and Ratchet raced into it. The two medics went to retrieve the supplies as Emusa ran over to Darkstorm.
"Girlie, what's going on? You nearly gave slick and I a spark attack. We…" Emusa shakily vented as she embraced the other femme. "We thought something happened to you."
Despite the unsettling situation and the sheer panic within and around her, Darkstorm felt like something or someone was calming her. "I am quite well. God warned me in time. There is nothing to fear." She pulled away from Emusa with an encouraging smile before turning to the two other medics. "Sunstorm may still be near my quarters."
The two medics solemnly nodded and went through the doorway. Darkstorm meanwhile commed the others. "Slipstream, Optimus, we have a situation. Meet me in the medical bay."
Slipstream groaned as a voice woke her from recharge. She didn't quite catch what was said, but it was clearly directed at her if it came on over her personal comm channel. She yawned before onlining her optics, but froze as she realized that her surroundings weren't the ones she usually awoke to. Even the ceiling seemed different . . .
The femme sat up and glanced around the area as her mind sorted it out. Huh, she must've crashed in Skybreak's quart-She fell asleep in Skybreak's quarters. Oh slaaaag this was bad. Panic churned her tanks as her mind immediately started going through all the explanations the others would think of. Would anyone automatically think "oh she just got tired and passed out where she was"? No, they would think "aawww how sweet, Slip went to talk to him and they fell asleep cuddling or talking" or some other scrap like that. She hardly knew how she felt about the mech and now everyone would think . . . oh slag.
Sensing movement, Skybreak groggily onlined his optics before he sat up, optics wide. Slipstream. Slipstream fell asleep in his room!
"Uh… I-I'm sorry! I swear, I didn't do anything!"
Slipstream turned partially to him with wide optics. "I-ehh-uhh-w-well good. If you had I'd have lopped your helm off."
"Not that you're not beautiful enough to try anything but… oh, no! That's not what I meant. I just-... No, we're not sparkmates. I-I mean, we could be-" Skybreak stopped short in his rambling before burying his helm in his servos. Frag, why was it that around her he acted like such a spaz? "So uh… what made you wake up? It's still the middle of the night."
Slipstream had been staring at him in poorly-hidden disbelief as he rambled, but his question snapped her back to the fact that she had been waken. "E-eh I think it was a comm transmission, though I have no idea what they said."
Skybreak's expression suddenly turned grim. "I have a pretty good idea." He immediately commed his sister. As their conversation progressed, his expression continued to darken. After the comm link was terminated, he turned back to Slipstream. "It was about your brother… The medics have tried to sedate him but it wasn't working. He's… He's getting too violent to control."
She turned to Skybreak with wide optics, now fully alert. "Sedate him?! What's going on?"
"I don't know," Skybreak righted himself. "If we go to the med bay though, we'll probably find out."
When Sunstorm was brought in, even with all the doses of tranquilizer that the medics had retrieved in his system, he still thrashed and clawed like a cornered animal. "Dul in i'ul dom amach, makafiri!" he snarled. Let go of me, infidels!
"Think we should give him more?" Knock Out muttered as he dragged the mech over to a medical berth.
"If we give him any more, he will overdose. We simply need to restrain him now and hope that he calms," Ratchet replied, flinching as a fist nearly clocked him in the jaw.
Bumblebee ran forward to help the other medics secure Sunstorm to a medical berth but his presence seemed to enrage Sunstorm further. With the strength that comes from madness, the prince broke free from his captors and ran forward. "Beidh m'e deireadh tu, agus ansin beidh Dar'sain mianach, Prawe!" I will terminate you and then Darkstorm will be mine, Praxian!
Time seemed to slow as Sunstorm continued to run forward and Bumblebee activated his weapon systems, about to fire before Sunstorm caused any more harm.
Filled with unnatural peace, Darkstorm moved forward and put herself in between her sparkmate and his attacker.
Emusa and the medics' cries for her to stop and the arrival of Slipstream, Optimus, and her brother did not dissuade her as she completed her task. One moment Bumblebee was incredulously asking her what she was doing and moving to push her away. The next moment, nano-klicks before Sunstorm could reach her, the Seeker prince was on the ground, thrown back by an inhuman force.
The breath had been knocked out of him. He clutched his chassis where a large dent had formed, wheezing as he glared up at them. He opened his mouth, about to say something, before his dark expression so filled with revenge and anger melted.
He stared up at the two of them, fear and awe clouding his features. "Bhfuil t'u ag?" he whispered. Who are you? Whatever or whoever he was speaking to seemed to reply and he flinched, covering his facial plating with his arms.
Several long minutes passed by before a sound met the others' audial receptors. Sunstorm was openly weeping. "T'a bron orm," he kept repeating. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
"Sunstorm," Darkstorm began softly, only compassion in her optics. Sunstorm flinched again and did not answer. Darkstorm tried again. "Su'sain, breathn'u ar dom." Sunstorm, look at me.
"Is f'eidir liom n'i eile iad fheic'ail me e aris," he shakily replied. I cannot lest I see them again.
"Fheic'ail at'a?" See who?
"Dha mears le sciath'ain agus claimhte ... agus ceann eile le guth cumhachtach katika mwanga,'" Sunstorm whispered. Two mechs with wings and swords... and another with a powerful Voice, clothed in light.
"What? 'Storm… what happened?" Bumblebee asked, still thunderstruck about happened.
"He… was just thrown back and there wasn't even anyone there," Emusa added, just as shocked.
"He said there were two mechs with wings and swords and another with a powerful Voice, clothed in light," Darkstorm replied slowly.
Slipstream glanced around at the others, clearly frazzled by the situation. She saw her brother try to attack the scout and then the sparked femme and now… This. He was thrown backwards and began to babble about things that weren't there. What the pit was going on? She knelt by her brother, still confused and upset by the situation herself. "What is my brother talking about? What did you do to him?"
"Please, Slipstream. The only thing we have done is inject your brother with tranquilizers so that he would not harm others or himself," Optimus said, trying to placate the femme.
She turned on the Prime, the stress she had felt over the past few weeks starting to become evident. "Tranquilizers?! He's seeing things that aren't here; he's in a frenzy. Whatever you did you him, you sure as slag didn't sedate him!"
Skybreak frowned and placed a servo on her shoulder plating. "Slipstream, please. Calm down. I know these bots. They wouldn't harm your brother."
She brought servo to her forehelm as she vented deeply. The two actions showed just how shaken up she was, literally. "Slaggit why does it all have to be happening at once? First the pirates then last night," she paused to look at her brother, "and now this? What happened that it had to come to sedatives, Sunstorm?"
"T'a born orm," Sunstorm repeated, facial plating still buried in his servos. I'm sorry. "Chonaic m'e Eisean. Chonaic m'e Eisean." I saw Him. I saw Him.
"Cad Eisean, Su'sain? Nach bhfuil t'u ag d'eanamh aon saghas chiall." What 'Him', Sunstorm? You're not making any sort of sense.
"Ceann eile le guth cumhachtach katika mwanga. Du'irt s'e gur thit i agus go raibh g'a liom a athr'u ... mharaigh m'e beagnach an Prawe i mo buile, Suster." The man with a powerful voice clothed in light. He said that I had fallen and that I needed to change… I nearly terminated the Praxian in my rage, Sister. Sunstorm's shoulders shook as he sobbed. "T'a n'ios fearr n'a mar a A'thair." I am no better than Sire.
His sister looked between the group and Sunstorm as though not used to this kind of situation. After a moment of silence, she hesitantly reached a servo out to put on his shoulder plating, but pulled it back before making contact. "Y . . . Yes you are, Sunstorm. He wouldn't have stopped, regardless of what befell him or anyone else." She looked down as she spoke, but glanced up at him as she finished. "I-I'm proud of you for stopping like you did, Bruda."
Sunstorm forced himself to deny the comfort of Seeker cant as he whispered tearfully, "You do not understand… I couldn't stop. I wouldn't have stopped if it…" He placed a servo over the large dent on his chassis. "If it weren't for Him."
Her optics shifted from his to the dent and she felt an odd sensation in her spark, but she didn't know if it was from seeing such damage on her brother, awkward for having said something so emotional only for him to brush it aside, or because she simply didn't know what could have caused this damage. She lightly vented before shrugging. "So what does this mean, Sunstorm? Does this change anything?"
A small chuckle escaped his lip components before it bloomed into a bitter laugh. "Oh, Suster. Always so composed. Always so worried about a throne, an empty trinket that only comes with pain." A stray stream of coolant escaped an optic. "I grew up dreaming of a throne, having to live with a carrier who hated me and a sire who murdered her previous sparkmate." Darkstorm's optics filled with emotion at his previous statement. "I know I'm a monster, just like Sire, the monster Carrier always believed me to be. You can keep the throne." He shakily sighed. "I am… far too tired."
Slipstream redirected her optics to the floor again, this time shaking her helm. After a moment a bitter, pained smile came to her features. "You idiot, do you think I've been dragging you around all this time for you to spend the rest of your days moping? That we've come this far and done the things we have to give up like this?" Her tone resumed its strength as she looked him in the optic. "Do you think I want the throne for me? I saw what our creators put you through, I've been fighting to give you the throne." She stood and turned to him before starting to pace. "Slaggit it sounds so ridiculous to say it out loud, but there you have it. They didn't treat you right and you never had anything near a desirable life. But I told myself when we escaped and Vos fell into anarchy that I wouldn't stop and settle and live my own fragging life until I gave you a decent one, and one you should've been given all along."
Her voice choked as she turned her helm to the side, not looking to anything in particular. "I haven't been fighting and scrounging and breaking my back struts for me, Bruda, I've been doing it for you."
Sunstorm's optics began to dim as the tranquilizers finally began to take effect due to the lack of adrenaline in his system. "We… We always did have each other, didn't we?"
Slipstream wiped furiously at the coolant rushing to her optics. "Yeah, we did."
A weak smile tugged on her brother's lip components before he slumped downwards. "Jesus…" he whispered before going unconscious. "He said His name was Jesus."
An uneasy silence reigned in the medical bay before Optimus offered softly, "I can help him to his quarters, if you wish."
Slipstream turned and started heading for the door, trying to hide the coolant that spilled from her optics from the others. "It would be most appreciated." Skybreak frowned before racing after her.
The others stood there, still trying to process what had happened, before Darkstorm winced and placed a servo on her abdomen. Bumblebee supported her, concerned. "Are you alright?"
"Yes… I am just fine. I… only pray that Sunstorm is, as well," Darkstorm smiled slightly.
Bumblebee weakly smiled back, inwardly marveling at Darkstorm's sense of compassion. Even when bots tried to terminate her, she prayed for them and was concerned for their welfare. Still, what 'Bee saw shook him just as much as anyone else in the med bay.
Then again, he had come to learn that God worked in mysterious ways.
What was it that 'Storm once told him? Everyone deserves a chance to be born again.
Skybreak eventually caught up to the femme outside of the base. "Slipstream! Slipstream, wait!"
She didn't slow as she continued wiping at her optics, at least trying to remove the evidence of her emotional state before having to face the mech. She shook her helm as she continued on, "What?"
Skybreak's brow furrowed. "What do you mean 'what'? You're upset, Slipstream. Don't pretend like you're not."
"What do you mean what do I mean? This is hardly the first time I've been upset over Sunstorm; this is just the first time I've been so emotional in front of others. Of course I'm upset. I'm embarrassed."
"You know," Skybreak half smiled. "Emotion isn't anything to be embarrassed of."
She finally turned to face him, "It is for me. I've spent my whole life being the grown-up, being the responsible one, being coddled if I so much as wavered in a fake smile in front of others. I found long ago it's just easier to wear a straight face in company and nothing else, even my brother's company."
"Sure, it may be easier. But, is it the best thing to do for you?" Skybreak vented. "I'm not a royal and I'm not here to judge you. But, if you hold it in, I promise it'll only get worse."
"Slaggit, you think I don't know that?" Her voice wavered as her emotions continued building. "I know I'm a wreck and a glitch and probably a few other things I'm in denial over, but it's not like I have a buddy or best friend or sparkmate I can call up when the going gets rough. I just have to suck it up and continue on my way."
Skybreak hesitated before wrapping his arms around the femme. "You have me," he whispered. "You're not a wreck or a glitch. You're… so much more than you realize. I know it's hard, but I'm here. I know I'm not the mech you deserve but just know you can talk to me, anytime, anyplace. You're not alone, gorgeous. You never will be."
She took a deep breath and let it out in a long vent before loosely returning the gesture. She was silent for a time before she turned her helm to the side to rest it against his chassis. "What do you see in me that you never give up, Skybreak?"
"I see a strong, beautiful femme that puts others before herself and that beneath all the fronts, she has a kind spark," Skybreak smiled softly. "And, a feisty spirit that won mine the nano-klick I met her."
She smiled herself, though it was devoid of any humor. "And here I thought you were just a brute from Kaon, who'd have thought you were so observant? Or romantic?"
Skybreak laughed lightly. "Eh, what can I say? I love surprising bots." His expression faltered slightly. "Though, it's a wonder you see more to me than just a brute from Kaon."
"Is it? You certainly worked your tailpipe off proving otherwise."
His smile turned bitter as he shrugged. "I guess… I just wanted to start over. To not fail you like I failed 'Storm."
"Oh I don't know, she seems to have turned out alright. In any case, if you did any wrong by her she certainly doesn't hold it against you. I'm afraid I . . . can't say the same of those who failed Sunstorm and myself. He moreso than I, but it still affects me to this cycle."
Skybreak gently stroked her helm. "Well, you seem to be doing a pretty good job of striving to make things better. I'll support you one hundred percent of the way."
"Thank you . . ." She vented. "Thank you so much, that means a lot." She lightly shook her helm as her emotions still worked against her. "Now I just can't help but wonder, was it that I wanted it for myself and just convinced myself he wanted it too? Or has he been with me all along and really did recently just change his mind? I just . . . I want to know that I've been doing what's right for him and not just using him like our family did."
"Only he knows the answer, but… if it's any consolation, I think you did the right thing. Trying to change things for him, to give him the life he never had." He chuckled lightly. "Sounds like someone else I know."
"This 'someone' wouldn't happen to be a pair of former Decepticon Seekers from Kaon, would it?"
"So you have been listening," he cracked a small smile. "Them and my sister both. They worked so hard to get us out of that pit, to get me out. A selfish mech like me hasn't felt that but… I'd say you were doing the right thing. I don't know if your brother's aware but he's lucky to have a sister like you."
"I would like to think you're right . . . even so, I just don't want him to think I used him. That's the hardest part. I can convince myself I'm in the clear here, but if he thinks I'm no better than our creators then it was all for naught."
"Hey, don't say that," he tightened his grip on her slightly. "You're not your creators. You were only trying to help like a sister should. I'm sure he sees that."
She vented, "I hope you're right."
"I bet you a kiss that I am," he grinned impishly.
She smiled and shook her helm, offlining her optics as she did so. "Normally I would find some clever way of saying 'good luck with that,' but I'm tired enough that I'll just say that we'll see."
"Hey, the bug gets a lot on 'we'll see'. I'd say I'm the luckiest mech in the world right now." Skybreak smirked before it melted into a concerned look. "Want me to walk you back to your quarters?"
Slipstream took a deep breath as her thoughts cleared and let it out as she nodded. "It would be nice to have company for a while."
"Your wish is my command, Princess," Skybreak smiled softly.
D/N: This chapter was so emotional for me to write, let me tell you. And I can only thank God for giving me the inspiration for it. I mean, a visit by Jesus and His angels? How cool is that?
Also, I don't know if y'all know this, but I made Su'sain his own Tumblr. :33 Feel free to bug him when you have time. The url is: sunstorm-the-seeker-prince. tumblr. com.
To Mindwipe: Well, if it's hard for you, I guess I can live with Miss Megan. You have a wonderful day too, dear!
To Saibot-Vapor: ((I wish you a good day, too!)) Darkstorm's optics filled with pity at the thought of his home world being destroyed by the Decepticons. "I am sorry for your loss…" she smiled sadly. "But, I must say, it is an honor to meet you both."
To Super Shadic: You are most welcome. And, I'm sorry to hear about that. I know I feel pressured by my parents to do certain things… Just know that your Creator thinks you are amazing just the way you are and that He has a specific plan for you. You don't have to be your sister in order to earn His love and pride. He loves you already. And frisky? I'm sorry if it seemed that way. I promise, we are not the type to write rated M material.
(From P.S. God Loves You! By Connie Witter)
Give every concern of your heart to Me, and ask Me for guidance. Do not rely on your limited knowledge. In everything you do depend on Me, and I will show you the way to go.
"Trust in the Lord with all your heart; do not depend on your own understanding. Seek his will in all you do, and he will show you which path to take" Proverbs 3:5-6
Thanks again everyone for all the love and support and may God bless you and your day!
Until next time, Dream'sRealm
B/N: Okay, so I was reading over this while on break at work yesterday and came to the realization that Slipstream, or at least the iteration present here, is a lot like my main OC for another fandom . . . both stubborn . . . both hating to show emotion . . . both having issues with cursing xD no wonder I like Slip so much, she's like my Adelphe bbu. Anywho, hope you enjoyed this chap, the feels, the drama, all the usual jazz~
Windcharger (TIAFD): No problem~ aha my name actually isn't Megan, that's Dreamy's real life designation. "They" as in the creators of TFP? Well they're doing the new Robots in Disguise series (which I'm totally spazzing about), which follows the events/timeline of Transformers Prime but is in a different medium with new characters. So kinda "like" TFP /and/ different xD hmmm I think I'd have to go with "regular." While I do love flying, I love speeeeeeed even more. And I was wondering, might we be able to converse through reviews to this fic? It's kinda confusing for my blonde self to be switching back and forth between this and Til It All Falls Down ^^"