TFP: Alone

Chapter 44: Lonely

Sunstreaker's P.O.V.

I hid out by the cliff side where I painted the mural for Legacy and where my twin and I took her for a date. I worked on other paintings and carvings in my solitude. It was only a matter of time when the Enforcers found me.

::You'll just keep moving.::  Sides said.

::I'll try.:: I say. But, what was the point of running if I couldn't see my brother again. Or Legacy. It had been about a week and I was missing them terribly. My spark yearned to be close to my brother again.

Sideswipe was at Legacy's house, talking with her. They were on the couch, cuddling and watching a movie that Sides wasn't all that interested in.

"I have a graduation ceremony to go to. Then, I can get a recommendation for that job at the museum." She tells him. Her face was blurry and Sides wasn't completely focused on her. He was worried about me.

::She's talking to you.:: I remind him. His attention focuses on her and her face becomes more clear.

"You could come if you want." She offered. Her face was sad and I felt bad that I had to leave the both of them so abruptly. Not even a goodbye. I couldn't risk using the comm unit in case the Enforcers were monitoring frequencies.

Sides was thinking about how it wouldn't be right going anywhere without me. He was also wanting to go for Legacy.

::You should go. That way I can sort of be there too.:: I tell him

"Sounds good. When is it?" He asks. She tells him the time and date and I remember for him, in case he forgets.

"How's Sunstreaker?" She asks.

::I'm okay.:: I say.

"He's says he's okay. He's painting right now." Sides said with a sad smile.

"What's he painting?" She inquired.

::Her.:: I say.

"You." Sides answered, kissing the top of her head.

I withdrawal from my twins mind and I examine the painting. It was in the beginning stages and I was using the Earth style Pop Art. Her face was a glossy silver and her optics were the things that stood out the most so far, being a bright azure blue. I was running out of paint and I would have to use some odd colors to finish it, but Legacy said that that was part of the charm. When it was unique...

Her sense of style was something I envied. Her art was all so different and abstract compared to mine. I wanted things to be realistic and mistake free, but when she made a mistake, she incorporated it into her work. I found that to be amazing, considering she is the only person I had ever seen do something like that. From what I understand, it seemed to be a common thing for human artists to do. I found it very interesting and unique. Something that should be done on Cybertron too.

Sideswipe's P.O.V.

I missed Sunny so bad. I had never been this far away from my brother for so long. It didn't feel natural. My spark was aching and I wanted to go visit him, but I knew I would be followed. So, I hung out with Legacy. She offered me some comfort and I was glad to have her.

We watched movies, listened to music, we talked about how our days were. It was sort of becoming monotonous and I think Legacy thought the same thing, but we stayed together. Sunny was always there in my mind when I was with her.

Sunstreaker was influencing me sometimes when I kissed her and I knew Legacy probably thought I was being more aggressive, but that was actually Sunny being eager. I smile at the thought and I pull her closer to me, leaning my helm on top of hers.

I was so grateful to her, for welcoming me into her home, even after everything that happened with her sire. She her her delicate arms wrapped around one of mine and tangled her digits with mine. My servo dwarfed hers and I couldn't help but stare at her servos. All the contours, the parts that had armor and the parts that were the pale, whitish-silver skin.

I rubbed my thumb in small circles over her knuckle and my thoughts wandered to my twin. Just a week had gone by and I could feel the toll it had taken on my spark. What was going to happen if he was caught? When he was caught?

::You'll have her.:: My twin's voice rang out in my mind.

::I need you too.:: I respond.

::You'll survive. You won't get hit over the helm everyday.:: He says in a poor attempt at a joke. I didn't say anything in return. I was dreading the moment when they caught him. I wanted to be with him one last time before it was over.

With a sigh, I curl closer to Legacy. I held her tightly in my arms and pretended to watch the movie. What would I do without her?

A/N: Sorry for the shortness!