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Hey guys! Another update here as promised! I just wanted to ask a few questions.
Iam actually thinking about turning A Sunny Sky into a sort of Audible on Soundcloud. I wanted to know your guy's opinion on such a thing and see if you guys would listen to my nerdy ass voice read. I'm no performing artist but I always thought of how it would be cool for people to listen rather than read fanfics so I just want to experiment with that.
Also how many are you guys are here all the way from A Sunny Sky? And if you guys are new or not?
So here we go. The true climb into the story. As always enjoy and leave a little love for the love burds.
Chapter 2 The Romeo And Juliet Part 2
Millions of years ago
Cybertron
A week later Odyssis found herself being the last one in her office. She wanted that promotion. She needed it. Credits were getting tighter and politics were getting more and more fired up. That meant the economy would follow. If she had to stay behind to crunch some numbers for her boss then so be it. She stared at the data pads on her desk along with the screen in front of her. Where...where could they lessen loss?
Her optics were growing heavy but she snapped awake. That cube of energon didn't do much to keep her alert. She rubbed her temples with a groan. The data pad alerted her of a new message. More bad news. This company was a mess and no matter what she did it seemed to never work. As long as she tried her best she left everyday feeling somewhat acomplished. A job would never bring her down.
She was only one femme after all. She sighed tucking the data pads away in the corner of her desk. Maybe tomorrow she could figure it out. With a clear mind. With Stardust. She was good like that. She cracked open another cube. A small energy booster to get her home at least. She downed it in one go and shivered, her plating puffing out upon the new found energy that coursed through her.
She turned off the lights to her office and walked out. She locked doors and made sure everything was secure for the night before she stepped outside into the crisp night. It was very much alive still.
Night and day weren't meant for recharge or living like most organic circadian rhythms. Recharge was whenever they had a chance to take it.
The roads were buzzing with Cybertronians trying to get to their destinations. Bright almost neon lights lit up the dark street ways in a hazy fog that felt like home. Music played outside from some sort of festive venue. A couple walked past huddled close. Sometimes cybertronians liked to walk to their destinations. Others drove.
Odyssis preferred walking home herself. Driving in this mess when she was just a few unit blocks down the way didn't make sense. Plus, sitting all day at a desk really wore on her muscle cables and frame. Walking helped.
As she went a ways, her steps grew heavy and slower. She crossed her arms over her chest and sighed. The street was brightening slowly from a familiar lit up sign outside a building. It was small but still bright. In Cybertronian Glyph lit up "BAR" in all capitals. It flickered buzzing a bit before steadily glowing. She stopped looking at it.
It had been a week since she had met that mysterious mech. A week and he was still on her mind. Would he be there tonight?
A mech briskly walking bumped into her from behind causing her to get out of her thoughts.
"Watch it." He growled.
She paid no mind to him. Slowly she walked towards the bar and then stopped. It was dangerous for a femme to be out so late but then again she was grown, she could handle herself. She had been for a very long while. She wasn't past her prime but she was getting there.
It was time to settle down soon. And that idea scared her.
The lone femme walked in.
She looked around. It was alive. Not as busy as the last time she came here with her friends but it was lively. She walked to the main bar giving glances at the lonely mechs and femmes sitting at the tables.
Some were with another friend, others alone. Some were overcharged flirting with a mech or femme to no avail, some were still sober, from life and, or, not enough highgrade.
She sat at the main bar and numbly ordered a small high grade cube. She looked around again.
He wasn't here.
Something in her spark sank upon that realization. She needed to see him again. Just because he drove her mad. She deserved closure. A designation at least! And yet she felt confused as to why those excuses were simply lies to dissuade her that yes, she fell hard. Her spark fell so very hard.
Fell hard for a no name mech.
She drank a few more cubes alone, swimming in her thoughts. Work, her life, settling down, and that mech. The bar grew crowded and more than enough times had Cybertronians bumped against her. She was starting to feel claustrophobic.
A femme spilled her drink on her back and she hissed in surprise, arching her back. She turned around but she was already drunkenly walking away laughing with a mech that held her hand.
She hadn't notice a mech sitting down next to her and slip something into her cube. He remained where he was simply glancing around making sure no one saw...
Grabbing a few towels from behind the bar she wiped herself off. She turned back around and took an annoyed sip of her drink. The buzz from her high grade was no longer there, ruined by the rude encounter.
After awhile, and finishing her drink she couldn't stand the smell on her. She still smelled of souring high grade. Odyssis left the bar to go to the nearby washroom to clean up a bit. She didn't notice the mech had up and left and followed after her. Because of such a crowd the washrooms were disgusting. She turned her nasal sensor up and groaned.
The sinks were filled with purge. Her helm swam and her tanks churned. Never mind...
The femme went to turn back but her helm suddenly felt too heavy and so did her limbs. Was the highgrade hitting her? The world spun a little too fast.
She had to get out. The stench was making her gag. Or was that the highgrade? She clung to the wall as she left the washroom and made her way towards the entrance. She didn't even worry about not paying her tab. Something was very wrong.
"Hey, are you alright?" A mech was by her side and by the looks of it wasn't so very concerned. His smile was wolfish and creepy. Wasn't he just sitting next to her…?
"Yes. Go away." She tried to sound stern but her voice was weak.
It was so busy no one would pay attention to a femme being bugged by a mech. And now, a few of them were before her.
The realization hit. She had been drugged. Odyssis knew she shouldn't have come alone. She knew she shouldn't have gotten lost in those optics. Her thoughts. What the hell... She was so stupid. Stupid!
"Come on femme, let's get out of here." He took her by the arm forcefully. "You don't look so good." He chuckled.
Odyssis struggled against the grip. She willed herself at least a punch to his face. She was impressed with herself. She landed a good one because his nasal sensor was bleeding.
That victory was short lived when she was harshly struck in the face, tossed into the wall, and pressed against it hard. His frame was close to hers, the smell of his breath was disgusting. She turned her helm away. His hands were on her hips. She tasted energon on her lips. It was split. Damn it.
Her helm continued to swim even more. What did he use? Someone….anyone.
"Now...be a good femme..." His hand lowered.
Zion liked this bar. He liked the drinks, it was close to home and work, and the people didn't suck. Some of them. He came alone tonight. Sneaked away from his buddies and work. He was being stupid thinking she would be here.
But for the past nights all he saw was her. He had to see her again. She drove him mad. He walked into the bar with high hopes. They fell when he didn't see her at a bar.
But.
His occupation required keen optics. Attention to detail. A great sense of following your tanks when the slag was about to hit the fan. A drink and an empty spot was left at the bar.
There were too many people to know who was supposed to sit there, but nobody up and left a drink. He scanned the bar again. Past laughing Cybertronians, kissing, dancing, and lively conversation.
And then he saw it. A group of mechs surrounded a femme up against the wall. She wasn't struggling. He would have intervened if he knew her or not but when those optics looked up and at him, he knew just who they belonged to.
Clawed hands curled into fists as white hot rage flowed through him. His optics turned a shade of white. How dare they? How dare they they do this to a femme...
"Hey!" Half of the bar responded to the dangerous bark that left from deep within his chest. He made a strong, direct charge towards them.
"Back off!" Zion easily ripped the mech away from her. He stood with his back pressed against her gently. Protecting her. A wall of solid power and rage. The mech felt her slump forward hands on his back to support her. Her helm rested against him drunkenly. She was either drugged or overcharged. He was guess the latter by the looks of these hungry mechs.
"And who the frag are you? We were in the middle of-!"
He cut him off. "I'm ending it. Leave. Now. And I will spare you." His voice was leveled. Dangerous.
The leader of the group laughed looking at his buddies who were smiling. "Yeah and who the frag-?"
It was in a blink of an optic he lashed out one hand, claws digging into chest plating. The sound it produced made everyone freeze. Half the bar was staring now. He didn't care he was on the spot. His job was always him being the center of attention.
"Primus..." The mech glanced down to his chest and then his claws. He was lucky to be alive. He was suddenly very afraid. "You..." His voice quivered. The word made his spark clench. He didn't want it to come to this. But he had to stay his ground.
"Leave."
The mechs did just that, glancing shaky glances over hectic shoulders. Messing with him was not going to end well for them. They knew who he was and the mech they knew was a mech that was ruthless and terrible.
He glanced around the bar daring anyone to further challenge him. They all went back to what they were doing in a scramble. No one dared to question what had happened.
Zion released a pent up vent that was held in his chest and offlined his optics, willing his anger to ebb away for calm and stability. He clenched his hands into fists and onlined his optics again. They were now their original shade of crystal blue.
He came here to find her. And he did.
He turned around and gently took her by her tiny shoulders. "But not like this." He rumbled aloud.
The femme could barely stand on her peds. Blearily she looked up to him and recognition flicked across her expression. It was weak but it made his spark do strange things.
"Y-you..." She sighed. Just from that one word he knew she came here just the same reason as he did. Relief was weighed heavy in her voice.
His shoulders dropped in exasperation, a small smile taking his lips. "Hello, femme."
She huffed a vent and bowed forward dangerously. She knew she was safe. Zion caught her effortlessly and lifted her into his arms bridal style.
How long had she been out for? What had she been doing before this so late? Bar hopping? Doubt it. She didn't seem to be the type. Was it that job she spoke of so briefly in their first meeting? Something about numbers and such? He had to get her home anyhow. A lone femme in Kaon was fresh and easy metal to the petro dogs. Surly she should have known.
"Stay with me now. Tell me, where is your unit?" He rumbled gently. She needed help. They would have to wait if they went to the medical clinic. Primus knew what they drugged her with and by then it would be too late...he knew how to help. He was trained in too many situations. It came with his line of work.
"Gotta pay..."
Funny femme. Here she was drugged on Primus knew what, and her spark needed to do right. "I will take care of that." He walked outside the bar. The vociferous rumbling and static of too many voices at once made the silence of the outside deafening as well. Cybertronians zoomed by and honked every so often, a shout here and there. Kaon was home. A dangerous one but home.
"Few blocks..." She informed.
"Alright." He murmured holding her close to his chest. She weighed nothing. Well, to him at least.
"You're...here." She sighed. "Stop...thinking about you."
The mech didn't reply for the longest time. He was shocked that she too felt the same way. Fate indeed. "Me too, femme."
She was silent for a long while his steps quiet and gentle.
She broke it. "Dying?"
Zion chuckled, it was warm and genuine. He was humored. "No, femme, just a little disoriented from substances. You will be fine."
"Drugged?"
"Yes." He walked at a steady pace careful not to jostle her.
"'nother...unit….there." She drawled. It was amazing that she was still conscious. She had to have a willpower of a survivor. Something he could appreciate and honor. He walked to the front door.
"Your code."
She weakly relayed it as he unlocked her door. She didn't live very far from the bar. Convenient and dangerous.
"Upstairs."
He did as he was told and climbed the stairs to the top unit. Balancing her with one arm, he opened the door and walked in. Taking a femme home. This was not his ideal date. Nor was it the normal "Taking her home" sort of senerio.
He wasn't about those kinds of things anyhow. He looked around the unit and found her washroom nearby. He set her gently on the floor and by the floor drain. Zion placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Hold on. I will be right back. Stay here."
She nodded leaning against the wall. Tears were pooling at the corners of her optics and he wondered why. A part of his spark went to her. He never wanted this to happen to her. To anyone. She was a sweet femme. Fiery and wanting something more in life. She was a Pandora's box he wanted to willingly open. He had a peak of that box when they spoke about nothing and everything that night. He wished he remembered. He was so drunk on her that night...
He went into her berthroom and found himself sadly smiling. Datapads lined the shelves, a few plush character organics rested on her berth. A few polishing products strayed across her floor. Hologram pictures flickered on a desk nearby. The two femmes from before were crowding her as they smiled. A mech, and few others showing what were, he could only guess, her creator and carrier.
The mech grabbed one of the characters, a blanket and a pillow. From the kitchen he found two cubes and brought those in as well. He tried to focus on the hand at task but couldn't help but observe her unit. It was small yet comfortable. The unit itself was run down and shabby but he guessed it was all she could afford at the moment. It seemed she made the best of it.
He quickly went back and sat down next to her. The pillows and blanket were placed behind her and next to her for comfort purposes.
From subspace he brought out a vial. "Here, drink this. I promise you will be alright. You need to purge the substance." He didn't know what they drugged her with but flushing it out would be best. The cubes he took from her kitchenette would make sure of that.
The femme nodded. She trusted him. How odd. Sometimes trusting himself was difficult but...those were other matters he didn't want to think about. Not now.
He wrapped an arm around her and brought her close as he tipped it into her mouth. She drank it slowly some of it dribbling at the sides of her mouth. He wiped it away with a gentle clawed thumb.
Zion never took his optics off of her. Too concerned. If he looked away he felt as if something would happen. She drank it all and he placed the vile on the ground gently. He held her against his strong chest waiting for the inevitable to come. She began to sob. Why, he wasn't too sure. Maybe the effects of the substance, but even then he didn't care. He had found her just in time. If he hadn't...he couldn't bear to know what would happen. He knew, but thinking about made his own tanks churn.
Fate indeed.
She began to gag and even then he helped her lean over. He rubbed her back and held her hand. She purged. Long and quietly. It was murky and disgusting. The substance creating a terrible concoction in her tanks.
She sobbed.
Zion took a towel and wiped her mouth and tears away with his hands. "You're alright. You're alright...I have you."
And only now did he realize something so heavy. A week it took him to realize this. His spark fell hard for her. Even now, she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Like this she was perfect. He had to know her more. He had to be there. His spark demanded it.
The femme purged again and this time she struggled to vent, he supported her holding her chest and back.
He remained silent as she leaned back against him in exhaustion. With each purge came clarity and exhaustion. He was patient. He was gentle and careful. She blearily looked up to him with just her optics. "How…?"
"It's in my field of work."
She remained quiet. She purged a little bit. It was mostly dry heaves now. "And that is?"
He shook his helm. She could never know. And maybe that is why a part of him knew his friends were right. This always got him in trouble. He longed for the normal life not knowing his past decision would damn his future. "Mm, classified." Zion decided.
"Oh...one of those?" Her voice cracked. "Just like they said..."
"I'm sorry?" He was curious.
"Friends said...no good."
Zion smiled bitterly. Funny. His friends said the same.
"I'm sure they're right." He murmured.
It was silent as she dry heaved again. When he knew she wouldn't purge anymore he brought the cube to her lips and tipped it. Most of it dribbled down the sides of her mouth, too weak and tired to do much. He opened her mouth and gently rubbed her throat to help swallow. She didn't protest. Slowly he gave the energon to her. Resting in-between sips.
"Don't even know your name."
"Me either." He smiled sadly. She could never know either.
Another realization hit. And it made his spark do sad things. He could never have her. Bound by his life sentence.
She drank more of the cube in silence. Zion watched her in fondness. He was just thankful he found her in time. To think he would have lost her…For now he would simply enjoy her presence while he could.
She was now beginning to drift off as she finished the cube. It would be enough for now. She had to recharge off the rest of the substance. Zion cleaned her up and slowly lifted her into his arms walking her to her berthroom.
"Name...please…?" She begged, coolant slipping from the corner of her optics again.
"You first." He murmured placing his thumb on her cheek so gently. His claws were dangerous. He had to be careful. Zion placed her on the berth tucking her in between plush pillows and heavy metallic quilts.
"Odyssis." Her optics looked up to him.
His spark soared upon her name. Of course it would beautiful. Of course it would. It made him ache. A name he would only be allowed to say and never be his.
Her optics offlined."You…?"
She had drifted off. He stood tall watching over her a moment longer in silence.
"Zion of Kaon."