Firestorm and Nightshade

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Firestorm held both of his Sparklings close to his chest. The female was a silver femme with brown streaks and happy gold optics. The male was an alabaster mech with blue and red and curious azure optics.

Redempt sat on the chair, watching the mech hold his sparklings, with a smile. Her head snapped to the door when it opened. Three Cybertronians, two mech's one femme, walked in.

"Firestorm!" the black and purple mech, he looked the same age as her new friend, called as he raced over to his brother's side, "You're Alive!"

Firestorm smiled at him, magenta optics holding soft amusement. The mechlings creators smiled at him before looking at Redempt with suspicion in their optics.

"Who are you?" the sire demanded causing Redempt to shrink.

"Sire, stop" Firestorm ordered before explaining, "she saved my life and the lives of the Sparkings"

The grey mech looked at the small femme in a new light, she stopped shrinking and gave him an uneasy smile.

"H-hello sir" she spoke quietly, her seeker wings twitching with unease.

The leader of the Decepticons brought the girl into a tight hug, murmuring his thanks into her audios.

~*~

-Autobot HQ-

Ratchet gently ran his digit across the nick on the Carliblast and sighed. He knew that he couldn't fix it until the others go recharge but also knew that his former self will start to appear little-by-little until fixed. He sat up from the med berth and quietly made his way to the closed-off part of the medbay. He locked the door and removed the equipment from his helm, turning back into his old self.

His optics landed on the mirror across the room; his magenta optics scanning his body. His frame was a fiery red with giant, white wings and folded spider-like legs. His faceplating was the same color and his frame was leaner than with the Carliblast in place. White spider web-like designs decorated his legs and arms. The small visible parts of his protoform showed a slight glow of violet.

Firestorm tore his gaze away from the image and took out the tools needed to fix the rare invention. It took a few minutes to finish and soon the mech waited for it to accept the new patchwork.

A knocking on the medbay door caused his gaze to shift to it.

"Ratchet? You in there?" Arcee's voice called and the handle wiggled, "why is the door locked?"

Firestorm bit his bottom lip and looked at how long it will take for the Carliblast to accept the changes. 3 hours was shown.

"Ratchet?" Arcee's voice now held worry, "I'm going to get Optimus if you don't open this door"

The mech bit his bottom lip and looked around, hoping to find a way to keep her from doing so, seeing nothing, he quickly strode to the door and unlocked it. The door opened with a slight hiss and the medic grabbed Arcee's wrist before pulling her in and closing the door behind them.

Arcee turned, ready to yell at the medic when her optics laid on his form.

"Ratchet? What happened?" she asked, looking his frame up and down.

Firestorm shook his helm and gestured to the table, "the Carliblast got nicked during the fight with Knockout. I repaired it, now all it needs to do is accept the new materials"

Arcee nodded slowly, taking in his frame. She had known that the Autobot medic wasn't who he said he was and had backed him into a corner a few weeks after Cliff and her joined up with the team, getting most of her questions answered, but he refused to state who he really was and how he looked. Now Arcee knew why.

Ratchet, the grumpy Autobot medic, was in fact Firestorm, the second Prince to the Decepticon Throne.

From what the femme remembered; Firestorm got killed during a battle which helped drive Megatron to start a war that destroyed their homeworld.

"Why?" the SIC demanded, glaring at the mech, "why didn't you tell anyone?! Why allow your creators to think you died?! WHAT IS YOUR REASON?!"

Ratchet -no Firestorm- stared at her, great sadness in his optics but also something else... something unknown to the femme. He tore his optics from hers and sighed.

"I loved my family, still do" he started, his optics resting on the Carliblast, "but I couldn't take all the lying. I left, set a rendezvous point for my partner to meet me. We had finished our invention a few days prior and tested it multiple times. We met up, I told her the plan, she was reluctant at first but finally caved when I explained that it would only be for a few days, until I get my processor around everything happening.

"I didn't expect for an old friend to show up and try to kill me, damaging the Carliblast so that I couldn't change back and then he shot near my Spark Chamber. I fell into Stasis and when I awoke the war was raging. I was in the Autobot medical facility, Optimus looking at me in worry. He didn't even know who I was. He asked me to join the Autobot cause, I was hesitant at first but after hearing what my sire did, I agreed. I was unable to fix that Carliblast until we got transported to the laboratory I worked at. I was able to subspace the needed material and helped anyone I could.

"I fixed it on the flight to Earth but didn't find it in me to tell anyone who I truly was" Firestorm looked at Arcee when he finished his story.

The Lead Scout stared at him with wide optics. He returned his gaze to the Carliblast; 2 hours 15 minutes.

"So, only your partner and I know about this?" she asked slowly.

He looked back at her, "and two others"

"Who?"

"All I can tell you is that they are both mechs" Firestorm replied.

"Alright" Arcee crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her optics at him, "what were the lies Megatron and Airachnid told you?"

Firestorm closed his optics, "it doesn't concern you Arcee, now can you please get out, I need out think"

The femme nodded and headed to the door before stopping and turning, "Firestorm, I won't tell anyone"

He nodded in thanks and she left.

The medic closed his optics and opened the bond with his brother.

Hate

Anger

Rage

Worry

Fear

Firestorm gasped and slammed the bond closed, using the wall to steady himself as the emotions shook him. His body trembled and he slid to the ground, coollant tears sliding down his face-plating.

'I'm sorry. I'm so sorry'