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: Rebirthing by Skillet
Sunstorm hesitantly onlined his optics, inwardly cursing. He hadn't slept that peacefully in voors. He struggled to sit up before wincing and clenching his chassis, feeling the deep dent.
What the pit?
What could have caused this?
Memories began to resurface of the previous night. Of rage and confusion. And, more importantly, of an experience he had yet to understand.
Dread slowly filled with his spark. What had he become? And if last night truly did happen, then he had ruined everything. His sister would be trapped alongside him in his hell, as she always has been. And Dar'sain…
Oh, what must she think of him?
His self-loathing was interrupted as the door to his quarters opened of its own accord. He squinted, unused to the light, and found that two large mechs stood on either side of his cell.
Guards, he thought wryly. Yes… they are right to be afraid of me.
But, to his surprise, he found two others conversing with them. The Praxian scout and his sparkmate.
"Just be quick," Wheeljack said. "I don't like the look of this mech, never have. Bulk' and I will be outside if you need us."
Darkstorm nodded solemnly before placing a servo on the Wrecker's shoulder plating. "Thank you, my friend."
Sunstorm winced and turned his helm away as her crimson gaze met his. He could hear two sets of pedde steps approach his berth and the door to his quarters shut but he dared not look up at his visitors.
Their gazes of condemnation would only fuel what he had been force fed his entire life, and he for one was weary of it.
Darkstorm bit her bottom lip component. "Sunstorm?" The prince's frame tensed as he curled in on himself, refusing to answer. The Seeker femme's brow furrowed as she tried again. "Su'sain?"
Still, his silence went unbroken.
Bumblebee growled in frustration. "Listen to me, fragger, you at least owe her an explanation for last night. She deserves that at least after the pit you put her through!"
Sunstorm's helm sharply turned towards the scout, his orange optics glowing ferally in the dark. Darkstorm was afraid that he would lash out but he merely chuckled bitterly. "And what do you know of the pit, Prawe?"
"I'd say worrying over my sparkmate who's being stalked by a psycho comes close." His glare deepened.
"Psycho." Another bitter chuckle escaped his lip components. "That is a new one."
Bumblebee stepped forward, doorwings flaring. "After what you did, you just sit there and laugh?!"
Before he could continue, Darkstorm held him back. "Bumblebee, please," she pleaded softly. Her sparkmate tensed under her touch before venting.
Fine. Just make it quick. I can't stand to look at him right now.
Very well.
Darkstorm turned to look back at the Vosian prince. It surprised her to see him so… broken. So different from the proud, haughty, feral, and dare she say charming mech that had arrived in Iacon not too long ago.
"Sunstorm, I-" she tentatively began before Sunstorm held up a servo, silencing her.
"I have heard enough from the Praxian, Dar'sain. If your wish is to tell me what I already know, then you can leave. I am not blind to what I am." His optics darkened as he turned away. "Just execute me and get it over with."
Darkstorm's optics filled with pity as she approached the fallen prince. She hesitated before placing a servo over one of his own. "I merely wished to tell you that I have forgiven you. Though I do not condone what you did in the slightest, I… understand life has been hard for you. If one is lied to their entire lives that they are a monster, they often believe them." Against his will, Sunstorm felt coolant escape his optics. "You are not your sire… And despite what you may believe, Jesus, the mech clothed in light, thought that you were worth saving."
Sunstorm shakily vented before hesitantly meeting her gaze, facial plating contorting in agony. "How can you be so quick to forgive?" he whispered hoarsely. "Don't you know that I am a murderer? A twisted thing that deserves no love?"
"Everyone deserves love," Darkstorm whispered with a small smile. "Besides, God teaches us to forgive as He has forgiven us."
"You truly are a rare gem, Dar'sain," he half smiled sadly. "The Praxian… and your children are fortunate to have you." Bumblebee tensed as Sunstorm encircled Darkstorm's servo that rested upon his and brought it to his lip components. "Forgive me for haunting your steps, mo mear sain. A beast such as I was simply drawn to your beauty, a beauty that he could never have. If I cannot have your love… I shall at least be content knowing that you are happy without me."
Darkstorm's spark broke at his words and the overt pain in his optics. What poor, unhappy creature was this? She felt no fear then. Only pity.
"I have faith that God will grant you a femme in due time, Su'sain," she whispered. "Despite what you may think." She released his servo tenderly. "I shall pray for you."
The two of them exited the room while Sunstorm merely sat there, still curled in on himself out of shame.
He had ruined everything. He would most likely be terminated and his sister… what would she do? Would the Autobots even help them after what he had attempted to do?
Slipstream must hate him.
Slipstream would be right in hating him.
As would everyone else who was forced to suffer his presence for too long.
"Jesus," he whispered into the void. "Why didn't You terminate me the moment I approached her?"
Darkstorm's words echoed back to him. Everyone deserves love… He has forgiven you.
"I have forgiven you."
And at the peace, the sheer love in those mere words, Sunstorm's tears began anew.
Sunstorm did not glance up as he heard another set of footfall approach, knowing full well who they belonged to. Not many others would want to visit him in such a state, especially after what he had done.
Well… not many others would want to visit him period.
He kept his gaze averted of shame, wings flat on his back, and refused to say a word.
"Sunstorm . . ." Slipstream's voice was quieter and less assertive than usual. "Are you alright?"
Still, he refused to answer. He slowly buried his helm in his servos, tightening the ball in which he lay.
"Bruda . . ." She knelt a few steps from him. "Just look at me, will you?"
Sunstorm vented wearily before hesitantly meeting her gaze with tired, broken optics. "Why are you here, Suster?" His voice was but a mere whisper, a ghost of the former boisterous and arrogant tone he usually held.
She vented, looking on him with rarely-seen concern. "We've come this far together. How could I not be?"
"Because…" he choked on the emotions welling in his throat and stopped short before trying again, "Because I have ruined everything with my selfish ambitions and wickedness. They will never help us now. All your efforts laboring over a lost cause like me were in vain… and I have done nothing to aide you all this time that we have been together."
"Sunstorm, don't you think there's a reason I never told you why I did what I did? I never wanted you to 'aide' me. Just seeing you finally doing something for you-well us, but it was still to your benefit-instead of bending to the will of others was all the 'aide' I needed. And I saw enough of you miserable when we were younger, I didn't want your new misery to be over my giving up my life to give you a better one."
"My misery comes regardless, it seems," he chuckled bitterly. "There is nothing you can do to aide that, Suster, no matter how hard you try." He averted his gaze, his tone sobering. "You can run away, you know. You can despise me just like M'athair did and have a new life with the Kaonian orphan. You can leave me in here to rust after what I attempted… after all the wrongs I have committed over my entire life. I shan't blame you."
"I can't blame you for what you've done without first looking at what I've done or asked you to do. If anyone's the monster here, it's me." Slipstream started slowly pacing. "I mean, I've kept you in line with my own plans just like how our creators forced their will on you, but I always told myself that what I was doing was fine, even though it was just like what they did. I've never hated you, Bruda-I just don't express myself in such a way that you know I don't."
Sunstorm sharply turned his helm towards her, optics darkening. "No…. Don't you dare compare yourselves to them. No one deserves to be compared to them. You were there for me when they were not, like they never were. They left me to rust, to fester in my own isolation," his voice began to rise in volume in his anger before in an instant, the fight left him. He vented before finishing, "We always had each other, didn't we?"
Slipstream looked at her brother with a faint smile. "Yes we did. And I know that recent events will take some time to sort through, but know that if you want me here, I'm here. If you want to be alone, I will respect that. But Su'sain, please don't let this . . . well for lack of better word 'darkness' take over you. You have too much potential to rust in your quarters."
"Potential, for what?" he asked wryly. "Terrifying the masses?"
"For having the life our creators fought so hard to keep you from. Didn't you ever think that they suppressed and hid you away from the world because they were scared you'd outshine them? I'm not saying I know your deepest and darkest secrets or 'untapped potential' but I do know that we wouldn't have survived as long as we did had you been as incapable as our family claimed."
"You always were the more… eloquent of us two." A ghost of a smile crossed his lip components before he vented again. "I had always thought they hid me away because I was a monster. The way Sire forced me to believe as he did or the way Carrier grimaced in disgust when I was near only proved that. It will certainly be some time before I believe otherwise but… Maybe Dar'sain is right in saying Primus isn't the answer."
Slipstream's smile grew a fraction as she lightly nodded. "Maybe. And maybe you should try opening up to others rather than letting yourself brood like this?"
His smile all but disappeared. "Maybe I have… grown too afraid of judgment, of rejection, especially after my behavior as of late."
"You know I'm far from being a saint yet I don't hold things against you. Why would you expect the others to?"
A vent was Slipstream's answer. "Tell me, Suster, why aren't you with the Kaonian? He must be looking for you. Go. Live your life and stop spending it fretting over me."
His sister's wings drooped as she studied his expression. "Sunstorm, I'll be fretting over you until the day I offline." After a moment she stood and turned towards the door, many more things going through her processor that she could say but she didn't expect any of them to get through to him in this state.
"And I will regret dragging you into the pit with me until the day I offline," he whispered, mainly to himself, as he let her leave.
What had he become?
"How'd it go?" Skybreak asked the Seeker princess softly once she left her brother's quarters.
Slipstream brought a servo to her forehelm, hiding her filling optics from Skybreak's. "I've never seen him so . . . I don't know, so dark. I can barely recognize him."
Skybreak hesitated before closing the distance between them and wrapping his arms around her. "Just know… you're not alone in this, Slipstream. I'm here, if you need me."
She returned the gesture. "I know . . ." She released a shaky vent that showed her rattled state all too well. "I just hate not being able to do anything for him."
"Sometimes there's nothing more you can do," the Kaonian orphan half smiled. "Just give him some time… You just have to have faith."
D/N: Duuuuude! Let me tell you, the feels in this near about killed me. Sunstorm is literally my new bae, okay? He needs love. T.T And Slipstream and 'Break are getting more and more adorable.
To Saibot-Vapor: Well, the Lord believes you to be beautiful and cherished, if that is any consolation. Don't ever stoop to that way of thinking. You are redeemed in the eyes of the Lord and you are a son of the King. Live with your head held high because of what Jesus did for you. I wish you a very good day too, my dear friend.
To Mindwipe: Aw, thank you ^^ Just using the talents the good Lord gave me~ And Theoss? He sounds awesome! Thank you!
To Super Shadic: Well, you'll have to see how the story progresses ^^ And thank you! We're glad you liked all the romance and drama.
Also, if possible can you please pray for a friend of mine on Tumblr? Please pray that the Lord would touch her and that she would not commit suicide. And for a friend of my best friend's brother… He suffered serious brain damage in a car wreck and the doctors say he might not live past three weeks.
"Fear not [there is nothing to fear], for I am with you; do not look around you in terror and be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen and harden you to difficulties, yes, I will help you; yes, I will hold you up and retain you with My [victorious] right hand of rightness and justice" Isaiah 41:10 AMP
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B/N: Have some feels, lovely people. Many many feels. Personally I drew on The Last of Us to survive all of them (I finished it yesterday and holy craaaaaap I was crying so hard. I mean I cried for several parts but the beginning and end especially messed me up ;;A;;) so I hope they don't overwhelm you guys. That said, have you ever known us to let up on the feels when it gets heavy? ;D
Speaking of feels! Thomas Bergersen released his Sun album earlier this week AND HOLY CRAP JUST GO LISTEN TO IT OKAY? OKAY. FEELS GALOOOOORE
And guys, if you could also pray for Dreamy I would personally be very grateful. I'd rather not give details but suffice to say that she could definitely use all the prayer she can get