Transformers ( Bayverse ) - I Bleed Into Darkness

43 - Some Place Called Home

        “Come home, my darling,

        Come home, my dear,

        Come home my sweetest,

        While I’m still here.”

        Fay fiddled quietly with her nails as she sat on her bed, singing quietly to the words of a song that came straight from her spark. She’d never heard the words before aside from when they came out of her, and they flowed easily like she’d heard them a thousand times before.

        “I’m waiting for your voice,

        For your familiar sounds,

        I’m sitting here missing your colors,

        And everything that still resounds.”

        The crescent moon was outside her window, haunting her with its dull light as the sunrise began to overtake the sky. Soft and subtle colors tinted the former darkness, and Fay didn’t have a clue who or what she was singing about. She certainly wasn’t home. This place was not ‘home’ nor would it ever be. But she knew that she missed someone. Enough so that she created words in a way she hadn’t in a long while. During middle school, song lyrics had been a norm for her, but had become less so in recent years.

        “Come home, my darling,

        Come home, my dear,

        Come home, my sweetest,

        While I’m still here.”

        Fay wondered about her life as a Cybertronian. About what adventures, and perhaps misadventures she’d endured as FarLust. As the femme that had been deadly and calculated, built to obey and annihilate. How many sparks had she taken? Looking down at her hands, Fay wondered if she had harmed anyone she would have called a friend in this life. Had she killed those she would have called allies?

        “I’m waiting so quietly, ever so patiently,

        Dearest spark closest to mine,

        Far too gentle for the damage to be dealt,

        Sweetest little spark, far too fine.”

        The war had been corrupt. The war had killed so many in the actions warriors were forced to take. But Fay hadn’t been a weapon. As she had been, FarLust -- FarLust had been a weapon. She had only done what she was chosen to do. If she had disobeyed, she would have been killed. Offlined. FarLust had been in a dangerous place. A dangerous position. Sighing slowly, Fay tried to come to terms with what had most likely happened by rationalizing it this way.

        “Come home, my darling,

        Come home, my dear,

        Come home, my sweetest,

        While I’m still here.”

        Fay’s spark ached a bit at the words, even though she didn’t preplan a single verse, it just broke her a bit to keep singing. Yet, if she stopped, she might not forgive herself. Her spark urged her on.