New family and old family

Mother oh Mother

"My dearest Sweetpark. It's time to wake up." A soft voice hummed. I curled tighter around myself. My body hurt and I didn't want to open my optics. "I've missed you, and before I have to leave I would like to see my youngest sparkling fully." The voice chuckled. I though for a moment before realizing what she said.

"Momma?" I asked peeking from between my arms looking into the darkness around me to see a grey, yellow and black femme. She wasn't small but not to bulky either. I definitely see where my brothers got there colors from. I took her in the best I could before lifting myself up and staring into her silver optics.

"Hello little Light." My mother smiled. My optics widen and I ran to her hugging her tightly as she returned the gesture. "My shining Light." She cried softly as she hugged me tighter.

"I missed you." I said softly. She chuckled and pulled away.

"I've missed you more." She laughed and nuzzled my face and I smiled brightly. We sat there for a moment taking each other in before my mother sighed sadly. I frowned holding her face in my servos and kissed her helm.

"Are you ok momma?" I asked. She smiled sadly.

"I only have so much time my Light. I came to explain some things to you...and help you." She said turning me so my back was to her chest. She held me tightly and kissed my helm. "When you were born you had black and purple colors, you looked nothing like your brothers more of your father but with my helm and servos." She began telling me of the past before me. I listened carefully holding onto her servos tightly.

"Was I different?" I asked quietly.

"Yes. You were a new Light to Cybertron." She smiled. "A gift from the Primes or Primus himself. You were born with the ability to heal yourself and quiet guilty ones minds. You can fix things within days when they usually don't get fixed for weeks." She explained with proudness in her voice. "Slowly your purple colors turned blue and you were nicknamed Primus' spark because of what you could do. But...you can not grow old. You get to a certain age mentally and your mind resets leaving only broken memories. Sometimes your mind advances but only to a certain extent. You don't physically grow either."

"Wow..."

"Yes my Light. A blessing but a curse. I tried my best to protect you but...I wasn't strong enough." She said sadly. "Just think my Light. You were able to heal after your servos have been severely damaged or your the rest of your body. You have calmed the minds of those who are usually rough and mean." She explained. She's was right, I didn't think about this before.

"What about my optics momma? They're broken.." I asked rubbing my optics roughly.
My mother sighed grabbing my servos and kissing the back of them.

"It's passed down the family on my side my Light. Your brothers didn't get it but you did." She smiled sadly. I nodded snuggling into her. She chuckled holding me closer as I inspect where we are, except there's nothing to see. Only darkness. "I do not know why you can not heal your optics but I wish i could help you."

"Momma...why can't I be with uncle Jackie and father at the same time?" I asked softly. My mother sighed heavily and I could feel pain come off in waves from her.

"There is a war...you were born right at the beginning of it. A war that has destroyed our home, family and what was left of our past." My mother sighed deeply. "Though war was harsh your father made time for his family, and ever so often Megatron would visit." A smile graced her face making me giggle and smile. She looked down to me and kissed my helm. "Your family has been divided for a very long time. And I don't think they will be getting along any time soon." She sighed and rested her chin on my helm. I frowned trying to understand what she was telling me. I twitches suddenly and my body began burning. Looking down to my servos I saw the colors were turning to pastel blue and white. Gasping and squirming in my mothers grasp I whined in panic.

"M-momma!!" I whined rubbing my optics harshly as they had begun to stung while withering in my mothers arms. I paused slightly hearing her crying but continued my assault on my optics. "Momma!"

"I'm sorry my little light. " She sobbed holding my tighter. "Tell your father I miss him, and your brothers. Goodbye my light." She whispered kissing my head just before my vision went dark and my mind blank.

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"Little one. Please rest easy. There is no reason to fear in your sleep." A deep voice rumbled softly above me. I didn't open my optics, I curled into myself tighter and sighed heavily. "There we go youngling. You are safe." I listened to the voice. I didn't have much energy to move anyway. When the person next to me moved I cracked open my optic to look at who was talking to me. My optics widen seeing a familiar frame and I started shaking.

"Firestrike..." I whispered in disbelief. The mech walking away from me froze and slowly turn towards me. His face was a little different but it held sorrow and wisdom.

"Do not fear sparkling, I have no interests in harming you. I am protecting you, hiding you from those who will." He explained moving to a desk at the other side of the room. "So please don't freak out, or someone might hear." He warned me turning to what was on his desk. I laid on what felt like a berth staring at him in disbelief.

"Why I am I hear?" I breathed out but I knew he heard me. I wanted to go home...