Secretly...

9. Lets be friends Mr. Warlord!

SoulStars POV;

Everything around me was blurry, and it was giving me a helmache. The pounding in my helm didn't lessen when I shook it, much to my dismay, but only increased the pain. I turned my helm to the right to look at IronHide who was getting his left optic checked on by Ratchet. Apperently, I love giving myself helmache's, because I turned my helm to fast and stumbled a few feet forwards from the pounding. I gasped in shock and looked up, but I groaned in pain. I shuttered my optics and put a servo on my helm, "Ugh..".

I had hoped that someone would have heard my groans of pain, but no one did. Jazz was talking to Oppi angrily whilst Oppi stood there calmy, nodding in acknowledgement. IronHide and Ratchet where making small talk, and from time to time IronHide would shoot a worried glance my way. So no one really noticed me until Ratchet got annoyed with my groans of pain. His helm turned to my direction quickly, "Primus will you cease that-" He noticed my state of being, "Oh, SoulStar are you okay?"  Asked the medic, concerned. I shook my helm slowly as I doubled over and held my chassis with my servos. An all familiar wave of heat rolled over me and in a klick I was doubled over; purging my tanks. I heard more sets of pedes coming my way, but I was to busy on focusing on staying conscious that I didnt really pay it any attention. I hiccuped and looked up at the mechs surounding me. Jazz looked panicked, IronHide was looked at me worridly, Ratchet was calling my designation over and over again, but it faded into the backround and transformed into a white noise. I didnt know how to describe it, you would've had to be going through what I was going through to understand. It could've been like static, a million bees flying around creating a terrifying harmony, or it could've been like being underwater, everything was being processed, but it didnt make it all the way to my processor. Everything was a puzzle to hard and confusing for me right now, I would stare at Jazz and see a giant lump of silver metal, or I would look at IronHide and everything I know would be replaced by love, affection, want even. Oppi was biting his lip nervously and I saw him discretely shoot IronHide dirty looks. What? Why?

Ratchet put his arm behind me and slowly lowered me to the ground. I hissed in pain, "Ouch." Came out sarcastically as I was proded in the side. Jazz rolled his optics at that but the concern still lingered in them. IronHide took a step forwards and I noticed Oppi tense slightly. Okay. What the actuall frag was going on with him right now?! "Ratchet?" Said IronHide half curiously, half nervously. Wait why was he nervous again? Why am I on the ground? I must have fallen, I'm such a clumsly femme sometimes. Yet sometimes I'm as graceful as a tiger. I giggled at the thought of tigers, orange and black. What an odd colour combination. Isnt there such a thing as a white tiger? It must've had its colour stolen from it. Poor tiger. Then I realised something, the glares, protective stance, nervous aura- Oppi thought I was sparked didn'e he? Primus that's rich!

I burst out laughing all of a sudden and Jazz jumped and fell over from shock. My laughter was loud and booming like a mech's but I didn't care- I was too caught up in the moment to really feel self-conscious. I laughed more than I should've because my chassis hurt even more, but I didn't care. Me- a carrier? That's hilarious to the Pit and back! I hiccuped, then laughed again, "Y'all think I'm sparked dont 'cha? Ha! That's rich! Never in the Pit would I let that happen to me!" I snorted at that. Oppi sighed in releif and all the mechs looked at him surprised. I would've too if I wasnt lying down on the gorund in pain, but the pounding in my helm was quickly getting louder and louder. Oppi lightly glared at the team, "What?" He said annoyed. They all quickly turned to face me, but I saw Jazz send him glances every now and then. I realised why they stared at him in shock, he was acting just like Orion Pax. I sniffed, and one rougue energon tear slid down my faceplates.

Ratchet saw the tear, and mistook it for a tear of pain, not sadness. He wasnt that far off though, when I was born, Oppi was still Orion back then, and he only became Optimus when the war was born. I was a young teen back then, so Orion was the Oppi I knew. When he became Optimus, I couldn't handle it and whent to Kaon. I know, super foolish right? Then I- Then I... Why can't I remember?! Wait, remember what? Am I ok? Whats going on? The pounding in my helm got so loud that I put both of my servos on my audio receptors and screamed in pain. My scream eventually got so loud that no noise came out, and my mouth was open in pain as I stared up at the stars in shock and confusion. I looked at Oppi with fearfull optics, and was about to say something, when suddenly everything whent black.