(Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers; just Anwen and my other OC's.)
(Authors Note: Hello again dearest readers and fellow writers! First of all, thank you for your patience as I know it's been a hot minute since I've uploaded a new chapter. I'd like to be clear that I haven't lost my inspiration for this story; however, I didn't want to burn myself out by solely focusing my attention on it. Also, I've been working on other fics, such as my Bad Guys story, so feel free to check that out and leave a review (no hate, please). On a side note, I'm getting ready to help my sister welcome her second child into the world, so updates will be slow as I will be focusing my attention on assisting her and my niece and new nephew. Also, if you'd like, please feel free to leave a review/comment as they play a part in inspiring me to create new content :) I draw inspiration from y'all's kind words because they remind me that folks actually enjoy my work and want me to continue with my writing. Sure, I mainly write for myself, but it's nice to receive some feedback every now and then. Plus, it motivates me. Anyways, thank you all for your continued support and understanding. Enjoy!)
"English/French"
'Mental thoughts'
"Flashbacks"/Dreams
'Sarcasm' (or emphasis)
{Cybertronian}
::Sparkbonds::
:Speaker talk:
::Comm. Link::
*:Phone calls:*
Notes/Yelling (English/Common/French, ect.)
{Cybertronian Notes}
Chapter 59
"Sunny, Vehicon at 3:00!"
"I see it! Watch your right flank, Sideswipe!"
"Frag!" The silver mech dodge-rolled to the left just as an enemy plasma cannon was fired, effectively avoiding the blast. Once back on his peds, he engaged the mech with his twin blades, using them to inflict damage and knocking the plasma cannon from his servos, while the allied soldiers targeted his 'weak spots' like Ironhide had instructed during training. While human bullets were of little match against their armor, their optics, neck cables, underarms, and the small gaps between their plates were prime targets as they were vulnerable to their attacks.
Taking aim, one of the soldiers managed to hit the Vehicon in his left optic, which wounded him and left him open for Sideswipe to run him through with his blades and extinguish his spark before quickly dodging an oncoming attack from a second mech.
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Back in Diego Garcia, Anwen and Kenobi were currently leaving Dagny's apartment upon feeding Morticia her breakfast. While they would normally walk/skate to work, the weather wasn't exactly ideal for such methods of transportation, hence why despite her dislike of using the elevator during storms, they were currently riding in it in order to make the bus on time.
Upon reaching the lobby, the young ginger and her K9 companion rushed out the front door just as the bus pulled up to the building and began letting on passengers. Finding an open seat, she let him hop up and sit next to the window, while she took the aisle and set her backpack on her lap. As the shuttle bus took off, Anwen emitted a sigh as she stared down at her lap: she missed her mechs dearly and hoped they were okay. Having not heard from them in nearly two days, she worried they were in danger; however, she couldn't risk distracting them by reaching out through the sparkbond. She knew they would contact her when they could or if it was an emergency. For now, she'd just have to wait.
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"So, I was thinking about making homemade pizzas for tonight, but I'll have to run to the store after work because I'm completely out of mozzarella cheese. Is there any specific topping you want on your pizza," Maggie asked the young redhead, to which Anwen blinked owlishly and emitted a sigh:
"I'm sorry, Maggie. My mind was elsewhere. Could you repeat that, please?"
"No worries. I was just asking if there were any specific toppings you wanted on your pizza tonight."
"Oh, um, mushrooms would be good. And some black olives, onions and jalapenos."
"Oooh, that sounds tasty. I'll be sure to add those to the list."
"Merci," she smiled before poking at her breakfast with disinterest, to which the Aussie placed a hand on her forearm and asked:
"You okay?"
With a slight shake of her head, Anwen felt her lip starting to warble as her eyes started to form tears; however, she refused to cry in the middle of the cafeteria. "..No..I miss my mates," she answered in a hushed tone, prompting Maggie to rub her arm in a soothing manner.
*sigh* "I know you do. And I know they miss you too. But you'll see them again."
Rubbing her eyes, the young ginger gave a nod as Kenobi rested his head on her knee, "I know. I just miss having them here."
"Understandable. You three are practically welded together nowadays."
She nodded in agreement before taking a bite of her breakfast, "..I just..I haven't heard anything from them in nearly two days, so I'm assuming they're busy fighting. Otherwise, they would've reached out to me. I want to talk to them, but I don't want to distract them from their mission."
"And that's perfectly reasonable. I'm sure they want to talk to you as well, but I wouldn't let this whole situation get you down. Think happy thoughts," she encouraged with a smile, bringing a small smirk to Anwen's face:
"Merci, Maggie."
"Anytime."
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::Jazz, how long do we have until the warehouse explodes,:: Sunstreaker questioned through the group Comm., to which the TIC promptly replied:
::Less than five minutes. I suggest y'all get yer afts outta dodge before you become a smoking crater.::
::No slag, afthat.::
::Aw, Hide, now yer just bein' rude. Regardless, my team an' I eliminated our intended targets before riggin' the place, so ya'll needn't worry about havin' to track down any loose ends.::
::Nice,:: Sideswipe commented on his end of the Comm. Both he and Sunstreaker were looking a little worse for wear as their frames were covered in ugly dents and scratches, as well as various fluids from both humans and Vehicons. As for injuries, Sideswipe had a moderate-size gash in his left side and several smaller lacerations along his legs and arms, while Sunstreaker had sustained a deep wound along his right shoulder and across his back. Although they were still able to transform, both twins knew they'd have to refrain from doing so for the next few days while they recovered as they were going to be mighty sore once the adrenaline wore off.
And what of Anwen? Surely, she was feeling their pain on her end of the sparkbond. This thought caused both frontliners to send her multiple waves of comfort and love, which she graciously returned.
::By the way, when we rendezvous back at base camp, Hide an' I will patch you two up,:: Jazz stated. Sure, neither he nor Ironhide were licensed medics like Ratchet and Moonracer were, but as part of their training back at the Academy, all Autobots were required to learn basic first aid in case a field medic wasn't present.
While Sunstreaker and Sideswipe would still require professional medical treatment, Jazz and Ironhide could at least (temporarily) patch them up. With luck, they'd be fine until they were back home in Diego Garcia. At least with the mission now finally complete, they could return to base and discuss their findings with Prime and Lennox.
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-Meanwhile-
Back in Diego Garcia, Anwen was in the restroom vomiting up her breakfast while trying to ignore the searing pain she was currently feeling throughout her body. She understood that part of sharing a sparkbond meant that she'd also be sharing Sunstreaker and Sideswipe pain; but goddamnit, this was awful! It was like a horrible aching/burning/bone-crushing/full-body pain that reminded her of Mission City. Said pain led to her current bouts of nausea, hence why she was currently hunched over and purging into the porcelain bowl before her.
Although her current situation was bad, a part of her was just thankful that her hair was braided back and not hanging in her face or floating in the toilet with her breakfast. After several dry heaves, Anwen shakily stood up and flushed the toilet before exiting the stall and approaching the sink, where she thoroughly washed her hands and face before rinsing out her mouth. Glancing at her reflection, she winced as she looked about as awful as she felt; however, she couldn't let this whole pain-share thing keep her from finishing today's quota.
No.
She needed to focus on her work as it was the only thing keeping her grounded. Plus, her work benefited everyone in N.E.S.T., including her sparkmates; so failure was not an option.
Smoothing out her skater dress, Anwen exited the bathroom and returned to the office to find Kenobi patiently waiting for her in her cubicle. Sitting down in her chair, she reached down and lovingly rubbed the top of his furry head, to which he licked her hand in a reassuring way.
Turning her attention to the program she was working on before her spell of nausea forced her to retreat into the bathroom, Anwen resumed where she had left off in her work and began typing away at the draft. While doing this, she felt her mates reach out to her through their shared bond and send her waves of love and comfort. It's sweet that they were more concerned for her own well-being than their own, despite the fact that they were the ones who were injured. She just happened to be on the receiving end of their pain receptors, thanks to their shared bond.
Yet, despite that minor inconvenience, she wouldn't change a thing about it.
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"OW! Fragging Pit, that hurts," Sideswipe cursed as Ironhide cauterized his wounds and sealed off any leaking energon lines.
"I never said it wouldn't," the weapons specialist replied with a shrug. "I ain't exactly a medic, nor do I have the knowledge or necessary skills to turn off your pain receptors."
"You don't say," he rolled his optics before emitting another pained yowl as Ironhide sealed off another line.
Meanwhile, Jazz was mending Sunstreaker's wounds while ignoring the pain in his leg. Unfortunately, he too had sustained some injuries during the mission; however, neither his or Ironhide's wounds were as bad as the twins'. As he worked, he wondered how their sparkmate, Anwen Bleu, was faring in all this. He knew she was likely suffering as her mates' pain bled through the sparkbond. He just hoped her smaller body would be able to withstand such discomfort. Although, he suspected she would be fine, considering all the pain she endured in Mission City.
Venting out a sigh, the TIC concentrated on his current task and carefully cauterized the large gash in Sunstreaker's frame, causing him to grit his denta together and snarl in discomfort.
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Although it had been rough going through work while in immense pain, Anwen thankfully managed to pull through and complete her personal quota for the day, and was now relaxing in the comfort of Maggie's apartment while she and Liam made homemade pizzas for dinner. She had offered to help them, but they insisted she rest and drink some cool water. So now, she was sitting in the living room chair with Kenobi by her feet.
Of course, she had already taken care of Dagny's cat, Morticia, before coming here, so she at least didn't have to worry about feeding her later.
Emitting a sigh, the young ginger suddenly felt a familiar tingling sensation in her head and heart, signaling that her sparkmates were attempting to reach out and talk to her through the bond. ::Bonjour, my loves'.::
::Hey, Ani. How're you feeling?::
::Eh, a bit groggy and sore. But nothing a couple Tylenol and some sleep can't fix.::
::Well, we're sorry for causing you all this discomfort, sparklight. We should have prepared you for something like this.::
::I don't think that would have done any good, but I appreciate your concerns,:: she answered with a smile in her tone, while also sending them waves of love and affection through the bond. ::I miss you both so much.::
::And we miss you too, sweetspark. BuUut, we've got some good news to share with you!::
::Oh? And what might that be?::
::We've completed our mission and are preparing to return to Diego Garcia.::
::WHAT?! REALLY?!::
At her excitement, both twins emitted a chuckle through the bond, to which Sideswipe answered, ::You better believe it. Sunny and I will be back in your bed before you know it.::
::Oh, I can't wait to see you two again! As soon as you're both healed, I want us to go out on another picnic date and then I want you both to fuck me senseless,:: she added in a thirsty/sultry tone, causing them to send her waves of arousal.
::I think we can manage that, sparklight. Although, the same could be said for us. Our spikes yearn to be enveloped by your hot core. And our servos long to touch your soft speckled skin.::
::Mmm, I can imagine.::