14-16

14-16 Words of Drama

14. Sparkling

A red, blue and white jet flew across the sky faster than any jet had flown. It did flips, nose dives, loops and spirals in neck breaking speed. It weaved between mountains of solid rocks, barely managing not to scrap its wing's tips. With the mountains that it couldn't dodged was blasted apart. Soon after the eighteen exploded mountain, the jet transformed into a humanized robot. The robot then continued to shoot at the rocks, salt water that it had collected from its time living under water dripped from red optics. Once there was no more mountains to shoot at it landed on the ground. It fell to its knees and started to punch at the ground until its knuckles started to dent and scar. Then it threw its head back and let out a wail so heartbreaking.

Optimus Prime and his small group of Autobots stared at the bot that land a foot away. They had been train for the next battle against the Decepticons for the right of Energon when they were interrupted by a sonic screech. So they were very shock to see the one seeker they had thought to be the most heartless Con to live crying. Sure at first they were expecting a battle with the dangerous Con when Skyfire demand (yes demand!) they put their weapons down at the first sight of tears.

"Star?" Skyfire called out softly in tone, hoping his old friend could hear him. He refused to take more than ten steps closer to the upset seeker.

"What's wrong with him?" Cliffjumper sneered glaring at the enemy.

Bumblebee glared at his cousin and turns his gaze at the Space shuttle. "Is he okay Skyfire?"

"Yeah! Is he okay?" Spike, who was ran over from his safety spot, asked as he lend against Bumblebee's leg.

"Something's wrong…" Skyfire mumbled ignoring his teammates. He took one more step closer to the grieving sky prince. "The last time he was like this was when his…"

The large flier's optics widens and for the first time in his life, he cussed.

"What is wrong?" Prowl asked taking a step closer to the yellow scout next to him as his last month programing started to surface.

Bee felt a hint of relief as the older bot offered his servo for comfort.

"…When his sister's, Slipstream, sparkling died." Skyfire answered looking away at the sounds of the in taking of useless air.

Optimus looked at the young seeker sadly before walking towards him. Ignoring the protest of Cliffjumper, Ironhide, Red Alert, Prowl and Skyfire (who felt that they should give the seeker space). He was the leader, the carrier of the Matrix, and as leader, he had the duty to comfort the ones in need. Decepticon or not, he was going to comfort the young seeker. Starscream looked up at the leader of the Autobots through teary, hateful optics.

"What has happen Starscream?" The red and blue semi-truck asked softly kneeing in front of the Decepticon.

Starscream stared at him before throwing himself into the other's chassis. The other tensed up in fear and worry as they watch. Starscream let out another wail and cried harder. The bots with bond mate flinched and cling to their bondmate. Optimus felt tears stumbled from his own blue optics as Starscream babbled through his wails and sobs.

"Oh it was horrible Orion!" Starscream cried trembling. "He killed them! He ordered Shockwave to kill them!"

Optimus tensed up as the seeker used his real name for the first time in years. "Star…kill who? Who did he order to kill?"

Starscream let out another heart wrenching wail. "Sparkling! He ordered the death of sparklings! Every single, little, defenseless sparkling. What if our sparklings was there?! Oh Primus…what if they were there? I…I…"

Optimus wrapped his arms around his secret mate (not secret anymore) and held him tight. He rocks the red, blue and white jet gently. Thank Primus that their children were not a sparklings anymore but a grown mechlings. He glanced over to the youngest member of the Autobot team, who was being held by the SIC, and the fire truck as well as the twins. Thank Primus indeed. At least they still had their sparklings.

15. Content

After the whole Willy Wonka accident Starscream had been staying with the Prime. Sure, he flinches every time when Sari would sing that dredged song. Sure, he sometimes has nightmare about the creepy Wonka wanting to turn his frame into chocolate. Sure, he tends to sneak onto older Prime's berth when the said bot was sleeping after said nightmare and curls up against him.

But…

Sitting in front of the monitors, after all this, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of content. He just loved the warmth and protection of the Prime's arms around him.

16. Meeting

Prowl laid on the ground glaring at the sky. His sensei had just mopped the floor with his aft and had taken his mods as punishment. So he and the Terror Twins played a prank on the elders. So what? They were asking for it. Sticking their noses in the air at them for being as they so 'affectionately' called; street rats. Besides it was the damn Terror Twin's fault anyways. It was their idea. When he gets his servos on them…

"So you're the poor sucker that my brothers double pranked."

Prowl looked up to see a yellow minibot looked down at him in distaste. The small mech was completely yellow, with horns on his helmet and almost box like body. The ninja couldn't help but think the mech was cute. He just wanted to grabbed the tiny youngling and run away with him.

"Hi?" Prowl giggled nervously.

The yellow mech sneered at him, making him look like one of the Terror Twins, and kicked his shoulder. "Great...they picked an idiot to work with."

Prowl frowned at the harsh words coming from the youngling and glared back at him. "What's your problem?"

"My problem is that mechs like you only let my brothers get away with things like these just to 'face with them." The minibot hissed walking away from the black and gold bot.

Prowl's optics widen in rage. Forget the bot being cute, he was downright unpleasant. How dare he? The twins were not his type at all! The yellow mech on the other servo…No Prowl, bad Prowl. That minibot isn't worth it. But look at that nice a-Damn it brain!

"They're not even my type!" Prowl yelled back weakly.

The youngling snorts and waved his word away. "That's what they all say."

Prowl bristled in anger. Stupid youngling, thinking that he knows everything. The black and gold two wheeler blanch. Primus! He sounds like sensei now. He looked over to see the minibot yelling at the very frighten Terror Twins. Next time he'll teach that brat he isn't like the others.

And maybe, just maybe he might get a kiss out of it.

Damn it Brain!