Blast From The Past.

"Another head aches, another heart breaks

I am so much older than I can take

And my affection, well it comes and goes

I need direction to perfection, no no no no

Help me out

Yeah, you know you got to help me out

Yeah, oh don't you put me on the back burner

You know you got to help me out

And when there's nowhere else to run

Is there room for one more son

These changes ain't changing me

The gold-hearted boy I used to be

(…)

Over and in, last call for sin

While everyone's lost, the battle is won

With all these things that I've done

All these things that I've done

If you can hold on

If you can hold on."– The Killers "All the things that I've done".

Warnings: Violence, explicit language, maybe some sex (but I'm not sure) – you know, the usual.

Timing: Post season 2 finale, in my very own Beauty of the Beast Prime timeline.

Rating: T to M (and possibly even MA).

Pairings: multiple.

Starring: Airachnid.

Disclaimer: Transformers Prime © Hasbro. Story's plot and OC's © me. There may be some OC's that aren't mine – they belong to their respective creators.

Son of the Blue Sky.

"Every time of midnight

Every time we muddle again

Hold on lovely memories

Every sound you bring out

Every time we suffer again

Holding lovely memories

Every stand of no way

Every town we muddle again

Call, I hold your memories

Every game of no sense

Every shame we offer in game

Hold on lovely memory

Son of the blue sky... (…) – Wilki (pol. Wolves) „Son of the Blue Sky 1)"

oOo

Cybertron. Vos. Before the War. Nominus Prime's reign.

Vos, the city of Seekers, the most specialised fliers on Cybertron. No other city held population of such fine examples of air based frames, each specialisation had its own frame sub-type, each sub-type was perfect for the task that was before its members. Perhaps Tarn had fliers that could compare, but while also of varying specifics, Tarnian fliers were more general use than Seekers of Vos. While Tarnians were commonly heavy types of fighters and bombers, Vosians were both light and heavy, and not only military frames.

This was also a city least bothered by Functionists, it was clear that a city filled with flying frames meant a lot of flying Cybertronians, which in turn were fit to only one thing: flying. Of course in Tarn some fliers ended in mines, but Tarnian fliers were not as specialised. Seekers of Vos were so specialised, that they were fit only for flying jobs. Tarnians' wings were better fitted into their frames, some intergraded themselves fully into their owners frames, some were as close as possible, lying flat against the plating of a Tarnian, so they wouldn't go in the way. Seeker's wings stuck out from their back, depending on the type of the Seeker they were pointed up or down, or up and down, and they were worn with pride making their owners fit only for jobs that the wings wouldn't come in the way. As a result Seekers were usually either in military service, police service; fire fighting service, medic service, postal service or scientists. Or they weren't in any service at all, except for crime service.

That was another aspect of Vos; it was city of great social differences. On one side there were those who flew high, on the other hand were those who fell deep. Those less lucky could seek their place outside of Vos, but it was considered as lowering oneself, except if one was holding a position of influence or was in public service, which was seen as an honour. Mixed unions were also frowned upon, but not sparklings coming from such unions. Seekers bred rarely, half of them came from the Well of Sparks, and so they cherished Sparklings as a rarity. A young seeker would always be offered best chances in life, because there were so few of them (and usually came either as a solitary sparkling or triplets).

And it wasn't any different with Thundercracker, Starscream and Skywarp – one of the most notorious young seekers that Vos saw in two or three vorns 2). The three brothers raced regularly between Vos' slim towers, and caused all kinds of trouble, but also proved their skills in the air.

The trine of brothers landed on one of the tallest towers in Vos, observing the setting suns. The golden light added some soft quality to otherwise silvery buildings and made the city look like some fairy tale location made of gold and precious gems.

It was their last holiday before they would attend to their final schools. The last carefree moments of their life and they knew it. In short time they would split for the duration of the final stage of their education. Thundercracker and Skywarp would go to Military Academy of Vos and Starscream was to attend to Iaconian Academy of Science.

They rested silently watching as the light turned more and more orange and then red. Around them other Seekers hurried to their destination, few younglings raced around lower levels, the air was filled with voices and noises and everything that a cities everywhere had to offer.

Starscream smiled widely, he was happy at the moment. He looked at his brothers and his smile turned into a smirk.

"Last to get home is a Scraplet!" He screeched, jumped off the tower's roof only to transform in mid-fall and engage his engine.

"Will he ever learn?" Skywarp giggled and warped straight to their home.

Thundercracker chewed some obscene word of choice and hurried after disappearing Starscream. "Why it is always I who gets to be the last one?" He accelerated and generated his signature sonic boom.

Somewhere below, a tiny bitlet heard the noise of speed of sound being broken and started to wail while its carrier tried to calm the tiny sparkling, while its sire cursed the obnoxious youth that can't behave.

The End.

1) It's not translation, the song was sang in English, but I picked it mostly because of the guitar solo and the fact that the video was set on top of some buildings (and actually gave my idea how to set this story), so it fitted to this fic. And because, well, seekers are children of the skies in a way, so calling Starscream (or any of his brothers) "Son of the Blue Sky" is quite accurate.

2) 1 Vorn = 83 years.

This was extra short, but I just wanted to catch one small moment when Starscream was carefree, which never really happens any more. It was all about that last moment of still being a "kid" that we all remember. You know the last summer holidays or something like this, the farewell with times of carefreeness and starting the "responsible" life of a grown up person.

And if there's someone here who is still before that time: it will come, you will hold that memory as a treasure so enjoy being a "kid" while you still can. Really, don't hurry up to be all adult, it's overrated, enjoy being an adolescent, enjoy being a "kid" it's the happiest time of your life that will never repeat itself, trust me on this, I've been there and I know. And in couple of years you will agree with me on this – nothing can beat the feeling of being underage and carefree.

And the moral of this series? Simple: Tempus Fugit, Aeternatis Menat!

Or in other words: "Time Flies, Eternity Awaits!"