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Ironhide was shifting uncomfortably on the couch in his quarters, regarding the larger blue and black Mech who sat opposite him, his optics flickering as he caught sight of one large hand rubbing lightly against a thigh, touching the fine silver line that ran across the dark plating. It would take something of extreme force to not only mark that tough armour hide but for it to persist for even longer, and it was clear that wound had been there for quite some time.

"I…" Ironhide was staring down at his cannons, feeling uncertain for once over what to say to this young Autobot. The story he had been told…

"I've missed you, Father." 'Lancer swallowed hard, before rubbing a hand up and over his facial plates, trying to pull himself together. His Spark missed Nightrave already, they had only been apart a Joor, but it was rare for them to be very far apart for very long. Though not yet bonded, they were still so in tune with each other… he craved that love that burned brightly for him, the love he knew existed within the Decepticon's heart. "I… I shouldn't call you that, should I?"

'Hide was blinking at that. "It is alright, Ironlancer if you desire to call me that."

"You are so much like him…" The Autobot breathed out with a flicker of deep Spark-wrenching pain filling those bright blue optics. "But you aren't quite him." No Chromia for one. Facing his mother would… he didn't know what that would do to his Spark. "I'm just grateful for you sparing me a few minutes of your time."

"I could do no less." Before he watched that wounded leg stretch slightly, watching the slight flash of old pain in those optics the same hue as his own. "You went up against Megatron?"

"Yeah." His head dipped slightly, before he let out a shaky breath, it was still so hard to believe that this was indeed Ironhide, his Creator… alive and well, thrumming with such energy that left him staggered. What would happen when more of his crew started to meet their Creators? Mechs like Pax or Bluestone… or some of the Decepticons who had one parent of Autobot lineage, what would happen to them?

Maybe he should prevent interaction between the crews? Maybe it would be for the best. Some would not take kindly to their… almost desperate need for family. With so much death touching each and every one of them…

"Was worth it. Nightrave…"

"He is a Decepticon." A touch of disapproval seemed to linger in that voice for a moment or at least… not quite knowing how to react to his son's 'partner'.

"He might be a Decepticon, but he isn't 'evil'. There is a difference between the Decepticons you know and those that serve under me." The Mech let out a soft sigh, it had been an argument he had been trying to win for Vorns against those who believed that the name of 'Decepticon' instantly meant evil. Half his crew were Decepticons, his beloved was one. Though they might not follow the exact same methods and there was a tiny clash at times… they worked together quite well. "Rave and I…" How long had it been since they had first met? "I trust him more than anyone. He might disobey my orders, but I know he worries about my safety, about the safety of our Ship and crew… and our passengers."

"How many?"

"An active crew of twenty-five Femmes and Mechs, and fifty more in stasis ready to come online at a moment's notice. Two hundred and thirty-nine Sparklings in storage, ranging from barely parted to second frame."

Ironhide was gob-smacked by the figures, so many lives existed aboard the Relic, far more than they had ever considered. His mouth opened to say something but nothing came out. His blue optics wide, before jolting at the words that followed…

"Seventy-six 'empty' frames in storage."

"Empty?"

"The dead. Those rescued and kept for both their memory components to fill the Archive, but also because many of them are our Creators. The last to be added was Bumblebee."

"Bee…"

"We were luckily able to save Rayline in time and since then Bloodshade, a Decepticon, has been caring for him." He hoped that maybe this one piece of evidence would prove to his father that not all Decepticons needed to be 'offlined'. "I…" Suddenly his comm chirped softly, 'Lancer sighing knowing that the two Decepticons that had come along with them… "This is Lancer"

"Sir, its Razorwire." Bluestone's voice was frantic with worry, the young Mech's tone telling him that something was definitely wrong. "He's being pursued… Permission to engage."

"Blue."

"Sir, please!"

Instantly on his stabiliser servos, he was moving swiftly towards the door, Ironhide hurrying to catch up with the Bot whom had dropped everything for his Crew. "'Wire."

"So much for Autobot hospitality." Came a rather snide reply, irritation coming in through the comm line. "Baby Blue!"

Cursing, the recently repaired Autobot was hurrying down the corridors, catching strange looks from those that hadn't learned the identity of their guests. Coming to one of the windows, he was gazing down at a rather nasty scene, Razorwire was being pursued by two swift cars, yellow and red moving swiftly across the desert bearing down upon the 'police car' Decepticon. Behind them, a blue and yellow Cybertronian had drawn his long rifle from subspace, preparing to strike down Razorwire's pursuers swiftly.

However, Bluestone was in turn being targeted by the Autobot's marksman, Bluestreak. The entire scene was NOT something Ironlancer had wanted to deal with, especially when Bluestone realised both his Creators were there…

"BABY BLUE!" Razorwire howled, suddenly whirling, wheels kicking up dust as he headed straight for Bluestreak, gaining speed swiftly, going faster and faster determined to get between Bluestone and Bluestreak, he would not put his Beloved in danger.

Blue optics shifted rifle sights lifting just enough to catch a glimpse Bluestreak, before the rifle was clattering to the ground Ironlancer and Ironhide were already racing outside…

Razorwire however transformed in midair as he slammed bodily into Bluestreak, knocking the Autobot down sharply, hands wrestling the weapon away… the muzzle of it swinging dangerously close to the Decepticon's chassis. But he snarled again, wrenching at the weapon hard.

Suddenly things turned from bad to worse as Sunstreaker levelled his weapon square against the back of Razorwire's dark helm, the Tactician freezing for a moment. A furious sound escaping his lips, but he made sure to keep that weapon from pointing anywhere near Bluestone.

"Razorwire, Bluestone STAND DOWN!" Ironlancer was calling to the two Mechs, limping heavily as he moved across the field, his big frame glinting in the bright sunlight.

"Not likely." Razorwire growled out, tugging hard at the rifle despite the promise of death that lurked just behind him.

"Now."

Instantly Razorwire obeyed the command, finding himself on his knees before Sunstreaker, Bluestreak managing to escape the grasp of the Decepticon. "Just my way to go. Taken out by a…" His optics glimmered for a moment before glancing towards the frozen Bluestone, before his shoulders drooped suddenly, the snarky personality melting a little in the face of his lover's surprise and pain. Doorwings were drooping as well, the Decepticon letting out a quiet sigh, falling silent, but hissing slightly when the gun pressed against his helm pushed a little harder against it.

Bluestone shivered slightly, his blue and yellow armour glinting in the sunlight and his jaw quivered slightly as tears were soon sliding down the usually cheerful Mech's cheeks, his optics blurring quickly.

"Let me up." Razorwire hissed the moment he spotted a single tear.

"Not likely Barricade." Sunstreaker growled in response, Sideswipe moving in and charging his own weapon.

"Fun, isn't it?" Doorwings twitched in slight irritation. "Red Alert takes me as being Prowl, while this yellow lune takes me as being Barricade."

"Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Bluestreak, stand down." Ironhide rumbled as the pair arrived, 'Lancer towering a head over Ironhide as they moved.

"No slaggin' way, 'Hide. We got ourselves a Decepticon…" Sunny smirked, forcing the Decepticon to submit with a hissing growl still on his knees and clearly under orders not to lash out and knock the weapon away. "We have a right…"

"Baby Blue…" Razorwire's optics were fixed on his lover, knowing the only one that might be able to get Sunstreaker to lay off was the Relic's Navigator.

"Father." Bluestone whispered, suddenly thumping hard against Sunstreaker's shoulder, knocking him back a step and placing himself at the edge of that gun, protecting the Decepticon with his frame. "Please. Don't do this."

"I ain't no Creator, Slagger." Sunstreaker spat, not seeing the similarities in those features that were so like his own. "Get out of the way."

"Never."

Suddenly arms curled tightly about Bluestone's chassis, a chin resting against a slender shoulder, hugging him tightly and drawing him a step away, one hand was sliding down to press just underneath one arm on the Autobot's side, stroking over the heavily scarred part of the bright rather beautiful armour. "Thanks for savin' my aft." Raze whispered softly, cradling the other to him tightly, despite the looks they got, "Next time… stay out of the line of fire. You'll give me a Spark attack…"

Bluestreak got one good look at Bluestone… "Impossible…" Optics flickered from Bluestone to Sunstreaker than back again, before glancing back at the dropped rifle that sat on the ground two hundred feet away.

A hand unexpectedly curled around the muzzle of Sunstreaker's weapon and crushed it, thrusting it away from his two friends. "Stand down."

"HEY!" Sunstreaker hissed angrily.

"You…" Bluestreak was gazing into the features of the young Mech before him, glancing at the black and white Decepticon for a long moment. "Who are you?"

Bluestone was trembling in Razorwire's grasp, the Navigator shuddering at the question, gazing into the familiar features of his Carrier and seeing no recognition. It hurt. It hurt to know that he did not exist in this strange universe, for he was certain in that look that he was not a familiar Mech to Bluestreak.

"He's Bluestone, your Son." Razorwire huffed sharply, pulling his beloved closer to him, fingers caressing softly over the scarred metal slowly, attempting to ease the pain that lingered there wishing to ease the pain he knew the Mech felt. "If you would pull your damned helms out of your afts. You could see that."

"Slag that."

"I'm sorry, my friend." Lancer whispered softly, his hands resting lightly on Bluestone's shoulders softly, knowing that maybe it would be better if the Navigator and the Tactician returned to the relative 'safety' of the Relic for now. "Both of you, please return to the Relic. For now it would be better if we refrained from making further contact with the Autobots like this."

"No… Please wait!" Bluestreak was instantly reaching out a hand catching Bluestone by the arm lightly, the lonely Autobot feeling the sudden burst of wonder and hope surge through him to know that someone shared his lineage… And in those optics he had seen the same dark shadows that haunted his own Spark reflected back at him. "Please wait, Bluestone."

Bluestone froze at the touch, bright blue optics turning to gaze into the familiar face of his Carrier. "Bluestreak." He dipped his head slightly in respect to the older Mech, his head dipping slightly, his shoulders hunched slightly.

"You are my Sparkling?"

Bright optics waved slightly, hope suddenly filling that gaze.

"Come here." Arms stretched out suddenly towards the younger Mech, and instantly they were filled by the slender Navigator, his long limbs curling tightly about Bluestreak, desperately clinging to the warm chassis, his face buried against one shoulder. Bluestreak was surprised by the sound of the younger Mech's sobs, a hand curled against the blue helm, stroking over it softly and pressing in closer against his shoulder. "Its alright, I'm here…"

"Dad." It was a desperate whisper. This might not be his 'real' Carrier, but he felt so real… so familiar and so alive. Legs were buckling under him, sagging, when Razorwire was wrapping his own arms about he slender body from behind, attempting to take most of the weight of his slender Lover. "Raze… Primus Raze… it's really him!"

"I know." The Decepticon answered softly, surprised by the warm look he was receiving from Bluestreak, surprised that the Autobot would look at him in welcome as well. "I know it is, Baby Blue. I saw Prowl earlier… But… this is still not our world… our reality… no matter how much we want it to be."

"Why can't it be?" Bluestreak voiced the question, dropping a soft kiss against the blue helm, his doorwings fluttering madly in delight, his Sparkling. This was his Sparkling, who needed him. "Why not? He's my Sparkling. Stay." He whispered softly, feeling the taller, though slender frame sinking just that little bit closer against his, their Sparks singing softly together, a connection assured by mutual need and a surprising love. "Stay, don't go, Bluestone. You too, Razorwire. I apologise for earlier…"

"Dad… You're… Primus… you're alive…"

"Ah…" Ironhide had a feeling things were going to get very messy very fast at the rate that this was going. Lancer glancing back towards him, knowing that they were still trying to find a connection, there were things that prevented them from being so easy to accept like Bluestreak had.

"I'm alive and not about to leave you. Please Sir." He addressed 'Lancer, straightening slightly in respect to the Mech he knew was his superior. "Allow them to remain… I…"

"Please 'Lancer…?" Bluestone asked softly, his optics wide and hopeful.

"Alright, but please remain with Bluestreak for now…" A worried glance was flickered towards Sunstreaker than to where the Autobot twins were pinning Razorwire with a dangerous look. "Razorwire it would be advisable that you remain within Bluestreak's quarters…"

"Fine, fine." The Tactician waved slightly, before nodding slightly, he didn't want to leave his beloved, but he also was eager to watch the happiness of his Lover. Eager to watch the light return to Bluestone's features in the presence of Bluestreak, to see for the first time the joy return to his lover.

"Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, I request that you do not engage either Razorwire or Bloodshade. Both are members of my Crew and guests of Optimus Prime. Please treat them as such." Lancer was gazing at both of the Twins, and for once both seemed to freeze and actually listen to the 'suggestion'.

"Sir." Sideswipe was saluting before he was almost looking apologetic for what he had done, there was just something about this stranger who looked far too much like Ironhide that made him feel suddenly guilty for endangering the life of these two younger Mechs.

"Frag you." Sunstreaker gave a rude gesture to Lancer, before stalking off muttering.

"Why do I have the feeling we went from out of the boiler and into the furnace?"