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This is a rewrite of a story I made soooooo long ago! I just kept looking at my old writing and wondered if I could challenge myself to do better this time, so that's what this is! (Plus I know a lot more about how to upload to now, and am typing on a laptop instead of my phone)

Also, I have an instagram account for this story now where I've just uploaded a design of Silver Sun! The name is @spicymochi01 for anyone who wants to check out the artsy side of this story as well at the written side.

Thank you for checking out my story, and I really hope you enjoy it!

Chapter One: The Tricky Reunion

The older femmes at Prax Academy made sure to let me know every waking moment just how strange I was. How they could never imagine being friends with someone who chose Medicine Class over Fighting. I tried my best to avoid them, but was rarely successful.

They knew how easy it was to scare me. But I had a little less reason to be afraid when Arcee was around. Before the war took over our lives, me and my sister were inseparable.

And now, I was on my own.

The times of the Academy, and even Cybertron, were long gone. I was struggling to survive long enough to get to the next energon point. I almost missed the problems I had back then compared to the ones I had now…almost.

Optics blurry and barely flickering online, I could only really see a fraction of the newly-destroyed ship I'd been piloting. Some kind of frequency must've tampered with the controls, but I couldn't remember exactly what.

So much travel and spaceship-lag was going through me that I could hardly focus.

The muffled sound of an alarm rang through the shuttle as I kicked off a piece of rubble that was slowly crushing my leg. Struggling to stand, I leaned on the control deck for support. My silver frame had glowing blue streaks on it instead of the regular pale-pink ones, from where the energon stash I'd been keeping had tumbled onto me during the crash.

Ughhh, piloting days are over. Next time, I'm sticking to medicine.

An eerily-familiar, sharp pitch rang through my audio receptors like a needle forcing its way through my helm. I quickly covered one with my free servo, but it barely helped. My processor was all over the place.

The steady clanging of metallic footsteps on the ship quickly brought me back to reality. I dove behind the nearest object I could, clapping a servo over my mouth to silence my heavy breaths.

In the reflection of the window above the control deck, I saw the frame of a fellow Cybertronian. Yellow, with black stripes. He seemed to be an Autobot, but seeing his weapons drawn, I didn't want to poke my helm around the corner to ask.

Careful to keep tabs on him, I felt around on the floor beside me, trying to locate some piece of debris that I could use as a weapon. I picked up a broken pipe and held it close, ready to attack if he wandered over…I think. I was never really much of a fighter, let alone with an open leg-wound.

That's when it happened.

I froze. Feeling a blaster pressed up against my helm, I lost whatever train of thought I had. It definitely wasn't the mech. He was still visible in the reflection.

"You're still terrible at stealth, Silver Sun."

Wait…that voice.

Risking the 'bot next to me pulling the trigger, I turned to my right to see her. It wasn't my imagination. I felt all the fear building up in me dissipate, just like that. My greenish-blue optics met the neptune, pink-tinted ones of my sister.

It was like it'd been a day since we last saw each other. She didn't look any different, save for a few new battle scars, but I didn't care. Tears began welling in my optics - partly from the pain, but mostly from the relief. I quickly embraced her in a tight hug, letting all the stress and fear out as I began lightly crying against her.

Just like it was in Prax. The second I knew she was there, it felt like nothing could hurt me. She gently returned the hug, quietly soothing me and going right back into her 'big sister' mode.

"I know, Sil." She chuckled, voice breaking a little. "Told you I'd find you again, didn't I?"

I don't know how long we hugged like that for. I heard some other voices as she talked to someone over the radio, but I wasn't really focusing on that. Already, I was drifting off. Exhausted from the crash and the traveling, I just passed out right in her arms.


Turning in my sleep, I rolled over onto my side. Except…there was no other side. I fell out of the medical berth I was apparently sleeping on, right onto the floor - not without a comedically cartoon-ish flail for good measure.

Too tired to get up, I just slowly opened my optics, adjusting them to their new surroundings as a bright fluorescent light stared down at me from the rocky ceiling.

"Oh, Primus! Are you okay?!" A worried series of beeps and chirps came from next to me.

Glancing up, I was surprised to see the yellow mech from earlier. He appeared upside-down as he stood over me, unsure of how to help. His optic ridges furrowed in worry. He looked much less intimidating now that I could see him properly. I felt a blue blush appear on my face as I stared into his bright optics.

It was just then that I noticed he was offering a servo to help me up. Reality clicked back in.

I bolted upright, poorly hiding my embarrassment. "I-I'm fine! Thanks for, um, checking…"

He tilted his helm. "Are you sure? Cus you kinda just rolled out of the berth and crashed onto the floor."

"And somehow, I'm sure that I'll find a way to embarrass myself even more." I said jokingly as I got to my pedes.

"Bumblebee, when you meet an Autobot such as Silver Sun, these kinds of things become routine." A tired old 'bot's voice was all too familiar. "Training her as an apprentice was a hazardous career move."

A smile found its way onto my face as I noticed my old mentor at the computer. He was one of the few good things about the Academy.

"Ratchet?" I called out to him.

"Sharp as ever, Silver Sun." He mused, not taking his optics off of the computer. "Now, Bumblebee, kindly stop bothering her. She still needs to rest."

"Sil!"

Before I could defend Bumblebee a familiar blue and pink frame rushed over and tackled me in another hug. I chuckled lightly, returning it as my sister clung to me tight. Quickly, letting go of me, she moved her servos up to grab my face, and so the questions began.

"Where have you been for the past four-hundred years?!" She asked worriedly. "Did you get captured? Did you escape on the Ark? Are you ok? Were you alone?"

Her worrying used to kind of annoy me, but I was so glad to have it back. There were days out in space that I felt so lonely that I prayed to Primus someone would care about me half as much as 'Cee ever did.

I just shrugged, giving her a nervous smile. "I-I'm fine, Arcee. Just a little shaken up."

I didn't really want to get into everything that had happened before my arrival on Earth. There were a lot of events through all that time that I'd rather pretend never happened.

'Cee turned her attention to Bumblebee. He changed from being concerned to scared the second she met his gaze.

"Why were you talking to her?" Arcee began defensively. "She's tired and hurt. She needs rest."

The scout put his servos up, backing away while stuttering for an explanation.

"Arcee, he was helping me." I quickly stepped between her and Bee. "H-He wasn't bothering me in any way. Just being nice."

My sister seemed to accept that answer, but wouldn't stop glaring at the poor mech as he awkwardly tried to scoot towards the hallway.

It wouldn't be a true reunion if Arcee wasn't protective of mechs getting too close to me. I offered a sympathetic gaze to Bee, still slightly blushing as I shrugged awkwardly. It could've been my imagination, but I swear I saw a light-blue tint underneath his battle-mask as he offered back the same soft expression and shrug.

"Medical Officer Silver Sun," A deep, sonorous voice spoke from the main area, near where Ratchet was standing. I turned to see a very, very tall red and blue mech standing at the entry to the medical wing. "Arcee has told us much about you. Are you feeling better?"

I'd only ever heard his speeches, or seen his face on projections and posters. But here he was. The mech who I believed would bring freedom to all Cybertronians. In my panic and excitement, I quickly stood up straight, trying to salute him and ignore the pain in my leg as it came rushing back.

"O-Optimus Prime, sir!" I saluted.

My sister face-palmed.

Ratchet chuckled.

Optimus offered a polite smile. "I see you were under the command of Ultra Magnus."

I nodded adamantly.

Magnus practically drilled it into our processors that, when a higher figure of authority addresses you, you show them respect.

Magnus didn't like it when you shortened his name, or used 'who' instead of 'whom'.

Magnus was not very popular.

"Rest assured, we take less of a military approach here. Respect is earned at an equal pace, so no need for formalities." Optimus told me.

Hesitant, I lowered my saluting arm and nodded. "G-Got it. Sorry…sir."

"Just Optimus is fine." He assured me. "Arcee, could you kindly show your sister to her room? I fear the med-bay will be too crowded for her once Bulkhead brings the humans back."

My interest piqued at hearing the word 'humans'. Of course, I'd studied them back on Cybertron, but the chance to see their world and their culture in person was an opportunity that my inner nerd loved the idea of.

Arcee led me through the winding hallways of the base. I didn't recognise the build-style of the place. It was a lot different to the ones we had on Cybertron, and I spotted a few areas that I planned to spend some time repairing. But it wasn't space, so I liked it.

I already knew some of the questions that must've been on her processor, but hoped she would leave it until a better time.

"So…you graduated?" She started a hopeful conversation. "How did that go?"

I glanced at the floor, not wanting to relive the day. "Well…Firestar and Lunar locked me in a supply closet all day, so I don't really know."

She stared at me in a mixture of horror and pity. "You didn't see your own graduation?"

"Nonono, i-it was fine!" I tried to reassure her. "I mean, yeah, I missed it. But that was also the day Decepticons attacked the Academy grounds, so in a way, it kinda worked out that I was hiding."

My sister just sighed. "You shouldn't have to grow up in this war. It's ruined so much of what life should've been for you."

I tilted my helm. "But…you grew up in the war too. I'm not the only one whose life got taken over by fears of death and destruction."

'Cee stopped walking. So did I. She gestured to the room to our left.

"It's all yours. Get the rest you need." She offered a soft smile. "Oh, and try to scan the web for a vehicle mode. We need disguises on this planet."

I nodded to her, grateful, but still with the conversation on my processor. "I will. Thanks, Arcee."

There was a moment of lingering silence, like she wanted to say something else but couldn't. I saw her consider saying it, but quickly interrupted.

"Hey, y'know what I realized?" I began, a slight smile forming. "Being here means I can accurately use the phrase 'What on Earth'."

Deadpan stare.

That was all I got from my 'Con-crushing, rage-fuelled, vengeful sister.

"You're such a colossal dork that it's unbelievable." She rolled her optics, but I could still see the slight smile.

It brought me a slim feeling of joy to make her smile every once in a while. The only one other than me who could ever really do that for her was Tailgate. But he was already long-gone. She began to walk back towards the main room, but paused and momentarily turned back.

"Silver…I know you never wanted to fight as a kid, but the war's changed. Decepticons have gotten more ruthless, and to be honest…I don't know what I'd do if I lost you a second time." She admitted. "Please, just consider learning to fight? Being a pacifist doesn't work in a war."

There it was. We were so close to not having this conversation again, but I guess that was too much to ask for. It was always going to be the Cyberphant in the room.

I'd told her many times before that I'd become a medic to save lives, not take them. There were other ways to help in the war efforts than by fighting. And as much as it hurt whenever the older classmates at my school would call me weak for not wanting to fight, it hurt so much more to hear my sister imply the same thing.

Still, I did what I was used to. I gave her a nervous smile and just shrugged my shoulders.

"I guess…I'll think about it." I lied, hoping she didn't pick up on it.

Despite what she said about my lack of stealth, she still didn't realize just how practiced I was at lying. She just nodded, looking kind of relieved at my 'Devil's Advocate' response. Arcee walked off, leaving me to settle into my new room.


I'd only just started drifting into recharge-mode when a loud clanging sound started coming from a room near mine. After it hadn't gone away for about ten minutes, I decided to investigate, thinking that maybe someone had left some kind of Earth machine running.

To my surprise, a green mech that I recognised from my earlier rescue was standing outside one of the rooms, peering in cautiously as the sound continued to come from there. He spotted me.

"Hey, you're a doc-bot too, right?" He asked. "The name's Bulkhead. Wish we coulda had a better introduction, but..."

He gestured to the room. I followed the direction he was looking, peeking my head around the door. My optics widened when I saw what was happening.

Bumblebee was in his berthroom, repeatedly punching the wall separating our two rooms. It looked painful as blue energon kept running from his knuckles. Bulkhead leaned down to me.

"What the frag is going on with him?" He asked, agitated from clear lack of recharge. "I tried talking to him, but the kid's completely out of it."

"Bulkhead, would you mind going to get Ratchet?" I tried to be quiet. "This might be out of my expertise."

Bulk nodded and groggily trudged off to get my mentor. Timing as perfect as ever, the second the green mech was out of earshot, the punching stopped. I thought maybe Bumblebee had snapped out of whatever sleep-walking phase he was in.

My concern soon shifted into fear. He slowly turned his helm to face me. His optics sent a chill down my spine as the pupils were now smaller and directed right at me. In response, I just slowly started backing away, arms raised to show I wasn't a threat.

"B-Bee?" I called out hopefully. "Please tell me you're awake now?"

He began marching over to me. Marching, not drifting like you'd expect from a sleepwalker. I tried backing up, but soon found myself against the wall of the hallway as Bee cornered me.

My sparkrate only increased as he grabbed my already raised arms and pinned them either side of me. I didn't have any weapons activated. No arm-blades or blasters like my sister did. The fear in me made it impossible for me to do anything other than hope he snapped out of it. I stared at him through scared, pleading optics. The stare he gave back was…dark. Maybe even calculating.

"You have a strange aura about you, femme." He hissed at me. "I don't know what you are, but you reek of something unnatural."

I tensed up when he said that. No one was supposed to know about it. How could he sense that kind of energy? And why was he talking like an evil mastermind?

Unless…

"You…" I stuttered, trying to stay confident. "You're not Bumblebee. Are you?"

Whoever was talking through Bee just laughed in my face. His grip on my wrists tightened, hurting more.

"Aren't you a smart femme?" He said it in a taunting voice.

"BACK AWAY, BEE!" Arcee's voice came from just a few yards down the hallway as she rushed over to us.

My optics darted to her as I saw her blaster raised to Bee. The panic sunk in while I tried to move myself in front of him. His grip was too strong to let me.

"A-Arcee, stop!" I pleaded, trying to pacify both 'bots at once. "That's not him!"

"Sure as Pit looks like him!" She countered, refusing to lower her weapon.

As fast as his demeanor had shifted the first time, I felt his grip on my wrists loosen. Turning back to see his optics, I saw they resumed their normal wide-eyed appearance. He glanced up at me, confused. His optics just as soon widened as he saw how he was standing over me and he immediately let go.

"Wh-What happened?! Why was I doing that?!" He pleaded, just as confused as us as he backed away from me. "Oh, Primus…Silver, I'm so so sorry, I never do stuff like this!"

Ratchet, Optimus and Bulkhead turned the corner at this point. Any sympathy Arcee might've had for the scout was overridden with protectiveness as she got between me and him.

"What the Pit is going on with you, Bee?!" She demanded.

He held up his servos in defense. "I-I'm sorry! I just…I really don't know what happened…"

Bumblebee looked lost.

That emotion in his optics. That realisation of the pain you're capable of inflicting before you even know what's happening. I recognised that kind of fear.

My optics softened in sympathy for him. Placing a servo on my sister's shoulder, I shook my helm. She seemed to get the hint, slowly lowering her blaster. Optimus finally decided to step in at this point. He and Ratchet took Bumblebee to the med-bay for evaluation. Bulkhead went back to recharge.

As for Arcee, she refused to let me out of her sight until I fell asleep. It was kinda like old times, when we used to share a berth because of overcrowding at the Academy. But even when she'd eventually gotten to sleep, I couldn't stop thinking about Bee.

I knew how dark the internal scars of a Cybertronian's psyche could be. It's draining, both emotionally and physically. It hurts in a way you can't really explain to others for fear that they think you're weak.

I just hoped that Ratchet and Optimus could find out what was going on with him before whatever was plaguing his processor took more control.

No One's POV . . .

Bumblebee sat on the medical berth, nervously messing with his digits as Optimus and Ratchet talked in the corner. He couldn't hear what they were saying. To be honest, he didn't really care.

The only 'Bot on his mind in that moment was Silver Sun.

The image of how afraid she was of him was practically seared into his processor. He tried to shake himself out of the guilt. He barely knew her. He'd literally only just met her that same day.

So why did she already matter so much to him? What was so special about her?

Arcee had mentioned Silver before. How she never really used violence and preferred peace over fighting. At first, Bee doubted that was entirely true - after all, how was she supposed to get out of dangerous situations. But earlier…she really didn't even try to get out. She didn't want to hurt him. She'd known him for only a few hours, and she cared enough to risk her own wellbeing to help him.

A chuckle came from within his processor as a raspy voice interrupted his thoughts.

Quite infatuated with her, aren't you? Perhaps doing more harm to her will encourage you to come around to helping me.

Bee's servos tightened into fists. "Don't you dare hurt her. She's got nothing to do with this."

The Decepticon in Bumblebee's processor had to laugh at his confidence.

How exactly do you think you'll stop me? You'll be under my control, and the weak femme surely won't try anything.

As Bumblebee quietly argued within his own processor, Optimus and Ratchet theorized about what could be off with the young scout. They'd thought of everything from a processing injury, to what Ratchet believed to be the most likely theory: backlash from being within Megatron's psyche.

"The experience could easily traumatize anyone, Optimus." Ratchet explained, keeping a close eye on Bumblebee as he sat in the medical bay. "Is it really a wonder that all this strange behavior began happening after the cortical psychic patch? Megatron tortured the boy. It's not out of the question that he'd have such an adverse reaction after being face-to-face with his captor."

Optimus simply nodded, trusting the doctor's diagnosis. "What would be the best course of treatment?"

The medic shrugged and gestured to the recharge chamber. "For cases of trauma response, Cybertronian medics never really had a clear-cut solution. Our best bet would be to let him recharge for a few days and hope the rest makes him less paranoid."

The Autobot leader was reluctant to agree to it. But if Bumblebee was hurting so much that he'd begun to attack others…

"Very well." He agreed to Ratchet's treatment strategy. "If you believe it'll help…I fear we may not have much choice in the matter."

Neither of them seemed to notice as a blue femme snuck into the med-bay. Although, that might've been why she was so good at her job. Her demeanor remained serious as she approached Bumblebee. The scout knew she was there. He was hesitant to look up at her, still ashamed of what he'd done.

"What's going on, Bee?" She spoke in a stern voice, but her tone was laced with sympathy.

There was some relief in hearing her use his nickname. Maybe she would be a bit more understanding.

"I don't know what's happening to me, Arcee." His servos clenched into fists as he struggled to speak. "Ever since being in Megatron's mind…" He shook his helm. "I'm so sorry about earlier, 'Cee. I-I never wanted to hurt Silver. But I don't know if he'll let me have that choice."

Arcee raised an optic ridge. "'He'? What do you mean by 'he'?"

Bumblebee glanced at her. He was reluctant to say it out loud, but deep down, he knew it was the truth. He couldn't control his thoughts, his words, even his actions.

"When I escaped Megatron's mind…" He shuddered at speaking the mech's name, feeling a chuckle from the pit of his helm. "I don't think I left alone."


Aaaaand that's a wrap for Chapter One! Thank you to all my longtime-readers out there who are coming back for the reboot of this story. A few specific ones that come to mind are:

Estela Prime

The Symbiote

zombleangel

theautobotprincess

TW

Stephanie Phelps

Everyone's support has and continues to mean the world to me on my writing journey. This is going to be such a more tied-together story than the one I initially started at fourteen. And it means a lot that I get to take a second shot at it now that I'm older.

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