A Sun's Spark

3.

*Buzz* *Buzz* *Buzz*
Blue optics open gently, it's cold. Not the room though. It's so cold, it's as if you could just reach out and touch it. The frost forming around the small circle that begins to form, the blue hue of its energy being frosted over-
"So...will you...be my family?"
Warmth...family? What even is family anyways? The word seems so foreign so...forgotten.
A sudden yelp rings through the quiet room, the blue and gold femme sits up quickly in pain. The warmth fades and runs away as pain fills in its place. The femme looks around, the room appearing to be littered with medical stuff. The walls are plain and the room is very small.
A small bit of movement next to the table she rests on causes her to jump with fear. After calming down she peaks over the edge and finds another femme sitting on the floor. Her optics are closed as she appears to be sleeping, the femme gets off the berth and crouches down in front of the smaller femme.
The smaller white and blue femme rest so gently and peacefully, and yet, this femme cannot remember anything. "Who am I?" She mutters to herself and she leans closer to the sleeping femme. Her hand comes up slowly and moves towards the femmes face.
"Who....are you?" She whispers gently, her voice so melodic and soft. Her hand cautiously pulls the dark hood away from the femme's face, she looks so peaceful, so happy. Yet, also...lonely.
Loneliness. Why does that feel so...familiar? The femme leans back on her heels, this pain in her spark growing in seconds. "Why...do I feel this way?" She whispers, her hand coming up and resting on her chassis. The large metal door behind her slides open and a blue and gray mech appears standing in the doorway.
"Primus! You're awake!" The mech shouts, his voice soothing and calm. Yet his eyes show excitement, happiness, and overall childishness. The femme blinks a few times, her optics meeting the mechs, his bright blue optics bringing a sense of light to her blue-gold ones.
Jolt walks towards her slowly, when she doesn't move from her place on the floor, he crouches down and leans forwards. "How are ya feeling?" A feeling of care and safety floods over the femme's spark. But before she can contemplate the feeling it is replaced with a strange sense of mistrust.
Reacting to this feeling, she stands up and backs away from the mech, her optics moving down to where the femme was sleeping only to find she is gone. The mech stands up slowly, one hand moving up to his helmet. "Hey, Smokey, the fem's awake."
She backs up, her mind racing as this feeling spreads through her chassis. "Who...am I?" She whispers, Jolt looks at her in concern as her back hits the wall behind her. Her legs grow weak and she falls backward onto the floor. Her back pressed tight to the wall.
"Hey, hey. Calm down. You're alright." He walks towards her and crouches down again, he holds his hand out and scans her once more. Her vital's are extremely low, but there isn't much he can do at this point without Ratchet.
The door opens again, another mech walks in. His optics shining even brighter than the first mech's. This mech appears similar to the first, except he is colored more gray than blue. "Hi, I'm jolt, and this is Smokescreen. Can you tell us you're name?" The first mech asks, his voice is soft and gentle.
The femme pulls her knees closer to her chassis, right before she answers, her head snaps towards the dark corner opposite of her in the room. The femme's there, wait. How did she know that?
Seeing where she is staring, Smokescreen also notices the small femme. "Li, come here," He calls softly, his voice gentle and showing no intention of harming the small femme. The femme walks over to the taller mech, her optics glancing up at the taller femme for a moment.
Her piercing blue and white optics glance back at the ground, allowing her hood to cover her face once more. The femme stands next to Smokescreen, only just barely reaching his chassis, while the taller femme reaches his chin. "Can you tell us you're name?" He asks softly, repeating Jolts question.
"Ka҉i҉n҉e҉" A mech's voice whispers gently, the sound of a soft spark beat growing louder and louder by the second. The name is distorted and only the beginning letter is audible.
"K..." She whispers, her voice so soft and quiet they can barely hear her.
"K? Is that all you can remember?" She slowly nods her head, a strange pain floods her spark once more, the voice sending chills down her back. But what frightens her more, is the feeling of....no...is it? It couldn't be....is this mech...

'𝕸𝖞 𝖘𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖊?'

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Sorry, I haven't updated in a while, I'm trying to get back into it. And I think I'm gonna try making this book work out. Thanks for all the support!

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