Transformers Prime - Hazy

Mistaken Identity

~General Narration: Raven~

She stayed up tonight, wondering about too many things she didn't have answers to. NightFang was asleep at the moment, but he wasn't sleeping soundly like she wished he would. But at the same time, she couldn't keep herself from thinking.

He was restless, tossing and turning. She vented slowly, trying to calm down, but he'd already woken, immediately looking at her out of instinct and transforming to his Cybertronian mode, preferring it to his wolf mode when he felt her emotions. He was always concerned about his sparkmate lately.

NightFang: "Raven . . . ?"

She nodded slowly. Answering his question before he could ask.

She was okay. But things in her processor were not. She was shuffling through old memories, and she wasn't liking some of what she was finding. Given what she knew about the relationship between Optimus Prime and JewelBlade, and what she'd found about her sister from vorns ago . . . Well it made her wonder so many things . . .

She immediately brought up a vivid series of memories, allowing NightFang to see them through the bond. He didn't fight the sensation, absorbing the messages within, waiting a few moments before they finally passed.

Fang: "So . . . she had an affair. So what?"

Raven: "She cheated on her sparkmate, Fang. What happens if he finds out?"

Her bonded thought for a few long moments. Okay, so maybe it wasn't as simple as it seemed. If he found out, they didn't know how he'd react to this.

Fang: "He's never been irrational before, Raven."

Raven: "His BONDED CHEATED. She was going to leave him for another before everything changed."

Her mate nodded slowly, mulling it over. What would they do if he found out . . . ? What would HE do . . . ?

Fang: "So what do we do about it?"

Raven sighed, coming to the conclusion she'd been mulling over for quite some time.

Raven: "I'll have to talk to Angel. I know she'll be able to put the information to good use, anyway, so if anything happens . . ."

She didn't want to think about it. She didn't want to contemplate what situation would even lead to this information being relevant, but it was still important that Angel knew.

~First-Person Narration: Jasmine~

I sat on the edge of my bed, four a.m., breathing slowly. I didn't want to fall asleep tonight. It was almost morning, so surely I could last a couple more hours, right . . . ? It couldn't be too hard. I'd just go downstairs and make some coffee or something.

I shook my head. No. I didn't want coffee. I didn't even want to leave the room. I just wanted to relax and close my eyes and . . .

No. I snapped them open quickly. I refused to give in tonight. I couldn't handle that emptiness of waking up alone.

Or the fear. The vague image of a man with silvery hair stuck in my brain. His smirk showed me images of shark-like teeth . . . He was coming for me. He was going to hurt me, use me . . .

???: "Mommy . . ."

I snapped my eyes open again, not realizing I'd let them close. I looked around the room quickly, seeing no one. Nothing. The word had been little more than a distant whisper, anyway . . . It wasn't real . . . It wasn't real . . .

???: "Mommy why don't you love me?"

And yet again. Surely this wasn't my imagination anymore. That echoey, ghostly question. I couldn't pinpoint it anywhere.