Chapter 10

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Caught between awake and asleep, floating in a gray in-between world, all I had were my Bonds.

They were all I could feel, besides my own thoughts and emotions, and all I could really concentrate on.

The Bonds I had with the sparklings (wait, how did I know they were sparklings?) were still weak, fresh, but I could sense their fear and concern.

I wanted to comfort them like I wanted to comfort Guardian, but all I could do was send my own feelings to them, tell them that I was still there.

There was nothing I wanted more than to wake up.

Another Bond, one I couldn’t identify, distracted me from my wishes.

I realized it was the Bond I had felt when kidnapped by Sector Seven, and, remembering the warmth I had felt, reached for it.

There was a jolt, as if the other person hadn’t expected me, before the warmth started to trickle in.

The gray was starting to turn blue, like an Autobot’s optics, and I leaned into the presence for comfort.

Encouraged by my actions, the warmth wrapped around me more securely, a safety blanket.

Then I remembered the name the AllSpark had given me…

And it all made sense.

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Consciousness came slowly, like waves slowly encroaching on the shore, each bringing a new perception to test my surroundings.

First was touch; warm metal and lukewarm air, the vibration of an idling engine, small forms curled against my side.

Then hearing; the gentle purr of an engine, idle chattering, the soft touch of metal on metal.

Sight came slowly; dark metal, dimmed optics, shadows formed by the large body shielding my eyes from a bright overhead light.

Blinking slowly, I turned my head to see Sparky and the X-Box-bot pressed into my side like fitful kittens.

The SUV was curled around the head of whatever bed I was on, a heavy arm laying on my torso as if to keep me from escaping, while the vending machine-bot lay at the foot of the bed, fidgeting like a puppy dreaming of chasing squirrels.

“ Keara. ” Guardian greeted softly, coming around the bed to settle on my free side.

“ I am glad you are awake. ”

“Glad to be awake.” I admitted softly, smiling.

“What have I missed?”

“ Quite a bit, actually. But first, I should tell the others that you have woken up. ”

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