Ok

I just officially switched this story to 'Complete'

Oh my gosh, my heart is beating XD

Now, before I get all emotional, I have to answer a few questions :')

1.) The Dinobots I believe were mentioned somewhere in the beginning of the story, however, they did not make their official appearance until the attack/destruction of the Diego Garcia base, around chapter 37 or so

2.) The Fabials made their official entrance to OTSH in Chapter 38: Coming Together.

*Cameo, their leader, is a green and blue wingless dragon.

*Zincar, their medic, is a giant, brown and orange serpent/snake creature.

*Galax, their technician and scout, is a red, yellow, and orange phoenix.

*Beta, their weapons specialist, is a brown Cerberus (Three-headed dog).

*Corra, their sniper, is a brown and white gryphon, and she is sparkmates with Beta. They are taking care of the sparkling Firelight, who Soulsearcher died protecting.

*Tettara, their tactician, is a gold and brown lycan (werewolf). Hope that helped! :D

3.) Yes, I am going to continue writing one-shots over OTSH and other things (character origins, preludes, etc) :3

I hope that helped :D

Gosh, I'm going to cry...

Enjoy!

Of The Spark And Heart

Part 2

Chapter 81

"Tell me again, what I told you, just to make sure what I'm saying isn't going in one audio and out the other," the brightly colored mech demanded. He stepped back in the grouchy way he always did, which never went with the vivid color of his paint. Though, the way he moved was far too forced to be genuine. It was the way he placed his servo on his hipbolt and the position he drew on that gave him away. There was no bite in his words, which had plagued them for eternity over. At least, as long as those in his presence had known him. The fembot at his side, a minty green one, was probably one of the reasons for his better-than-usual attitude.

How could they not be, when for fragging finally, they'd bonded?

It was only a groon or so that they'd did it, and the pair had been inseparable ever since. To be honest, the mech needed a bit of what she could give him in his life cycle. During the war, he was a stressful, strung-up, impatient being that could not have lived a less healthy existence. The humans said that 'stress kills', and Solas Kaon was certain that without Moonracer, Ratchet would have given out, or killed someone else from it all.

A month had passed since 'ground zero'.

That was what they were calling the incident. Sol kind of liked it, as it was a bit catchy. The soldiers explained that the entire incident was blamed on a hosh-posh of military experiments with a new weapon they were testing. Things had gone wrong, and they explained that in no way was anything to be checked further into. Any individual discovered to be passing around the area, or its information, would be swept away for a bit for 'reeducation', then safely sent back to their families. At this point, the news was settling down, citizens were slowly forgetting anything had ever happened, and the giant craters in Hutchinson, Kansas was repaired to the extent of looking brand new. As for the Nemesis ship, Optimus Prime had sent it on autopilot straight into space.

Ground Zero. Huh.

Solas sighed, unconsciously squeezing the servo underneath his. When he peered up, the most perfect set of faceplates were gazing back at him. Her paint was freshly coated, and the wounds she bared on that fateful kalon were all but invisible. All but a slash across the side of her helm, which she refused to let Sunstreaker or Ratchet work on. It could have easily been cosmetically repaired, but, all in all, Solas believed it made her look far more beautiful. A certain toughness was about her now, and Solas felt his spark race every time he saw her.

It was strange, the way everything clicked. When he saw her after the battle, lying in his arms, he couldn't have been more amazed. This incredible being had just trapped the universe's incarnate of evil in a Tool of Life, and managed to come out of it with a few scratches and dents. That in itself would make any mech take a step back.

Ever since then, he had refused to leave her side. And she seemed ok with it. The way she held his servo, digits interlocked with digits, gave that away. And when she grinned at him, he could barely contain himself.

"Solas Kaon-"

"Keep high-grade to a minimum, no heaving-lifting on my left arm, keep all hits to my helm to a minimum for the next quartex. Got it."

Moonracer chuckled when her new sparkmate's optics widened, his expression surprised. Her servo came up to lay on his arm, her features kind and warm. It was far different than the somber sorrow she'd exhibited when she was taking care of the injured after Ground Zero. "I think he understands, sweetspark," she said, kissing his shoulderbolt.

Ratchet cleared his throat, revving his engines. He wasn't the kind of mech that commonly displayed outward affection, however, towards Moonracer, Sol supposed he made an exception. The yellow-green mech patted Moonracer on the arm and stepped up to Solas. And as he leant forward, the oddest thing happened.

Ratchet sincerely, openly, smiled.

"Just don't take things too rough, alright?" The medic winked. Winked. "She is still healing."

With a laugh that Solas hadn't heard since Cybertron, Ratchet turned back to Moonracer and placed an arm around her shoulderbolts. They walked as one to the door, in-sync even in the smallest ways. Moonracer lifted a servo and waved it over her helm before entering the code into the keypad.

"Keep it gentle, you two," she called as she and her sparkmate exited the room.

Solas' faceplates went hot and he accidentally gripped Fera's servo harder. The tingle up his arm was electric, in the way that it spread faster than the beat of his frantic spark over his chassis and spinal support. Flames coursed through his energon, breaking through the thin barrier he kept for himself.

He could feel the tension between himself and Fera grow stronger as he lifted his faceplates. Her optics were turned down on their joined servos. The blue in those blue orbs were pulsing while they searched over every visible inch of their connection. The roving grip her attention held over him was immaculate. When she turned her optics up to meet his, things melted away into their own world. This was them, here, right now.

Nothing else was here to break their trust. There was no Arachnid to tear them apart. There was no war to stray their values. There was no Galvatron to stop from unweaving the universe.

What do they do now, then? All Solas had known was war. What could he do, without a rifle at the back of his helm, or a knife in his servo? The only thing he was good for was trying to end something he'd believed would never end. It was interesting to think of what may come out of all this. What could be made from…this.

He rubbed a thumb link across the back of her servo and she smiled. "Tell me something," she said, leaning against him with her chin on his shoulderbolt and the digits of her free servo tracing unintelligible patterns across his chassis. "We don't have to fight anymore. What do we do now? Without anything to fight for?"

"We do," Solas said, his helm dipping down and resting against hers. His chassis vibrated, his vents fluttering with her familiar, comforting scent. "We can fight for this. For us."

She lifted her helm up, and he did too, leaving them staring at one another. Neither were brave enough to make the first move. Yet, they didn't dare move a byte in fear of breaking everything they'd built to now. It was up to one of them to do something now, or hang here forever, caught between indecision and need.

Solas raised a digit, placing it underneath Fera's chin, and lifting it up. They angled their lip plates together, lingering on the verge for far too long, in Solas opinion. His frame was burning on the inside. A song was blasting in his audios, too great to be heard over by anything but her voice. In fact, it was her voice that made the tune. It was soft. Beautiful and wonderful.

He pressed their lip plates together, letting himself fade into a world that no longer gave him the control he needed. His servo fell away as he melded himself into Fera. She didn't pull away, but pressed further to him, linking their frames and resting her servo on his. What they had here wasn't a moment of frustration or pain or relief. It was a true, pure want. They wanted this, whatever it was turning out to be, and Solas realized that. Primus, why didn't he need it sooner?

Fera lifted herself closer, edging into his lap without him realizing until she was already there. They moved as one, their lip plates tracing the contours of one another and exploring grounds they'd never tread on before. Solas found his servo on Fera's thigh, and she didn't swat him away or break their embrace. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled against him.

So many times he'd tried prying that smile from her. From the trauma they'd suffered, he was afraid she would never do it again. Yet, here she was, touching his lip plates with her pliable, sweet taste. His servo touched her spinal support, traveling up towards her helm, where he could feel the scar there. She split their contact for a brief nanoclick, not to ward him away, but bring her digits over his, and press his touch against the scar. Her optics, wild and icy and free, drug him into the depths of something he wasn't familiar with. Not since Astrea.

No, this was different than Astrea. That fembot who he had battled with in the gladiator pits, and called a sister, was nothing close to this. This was a click – a bond that could never have been broken no matter if the one between their sparks had. Their physical bond may have broken, but their emotional one never would. Fera kissed him again, releasing his neck and turning tingling palms against his arms.

No, this was something far different than Astrea.

But could it be that different?

Solas felt himself move, standing up from the berth and pressing Fera into the wall. Her frame trembled against his, and his kneebolts went weak. A growl escaped him, protective and challenging, and he let his servos rest on her hipbolts. He didn't want this to be like Astrea. That fembot had been stripped from his life, and if Fera was...

The fembot squirmed under him, legs brushing his every so often, and fevered vents scorching the front of his armor. Where would this lead them? Where could he go from here? What was this to him? Who was Fera Rosalie Lennox to Solas Kaon?

He sent a line of soft kisses down the side of her mandible, trailing a path over her neck before nipping at the wiring there. Fera's protoform vibrated, her frame leaning instinctively towards his. They would not speak. They could not. For if they did, all this, would go to waste.

She set her servos on his chassis, bringing them down over his armor to stroke every edge, angle, or crevice she could find. A particularly sensitive spot forced Solas to bite his lip plate, and he threw his servos up on either side of her helm. They locked optics.

Who was Fera Lennox to him?

She was suddenly pinned against the wall, her arms held behind her like she'd been handcuffed. Gasping, her eyes widened.

"Solas!"

The mech held her firmly in place, blocking her from moving. Fera wiggled and tried getting free, but his sudden growl stopped her. When she looked up at his faceplates, he already had his cheekplate laid against hers.

"Don't talk," he murmured, voice low and soft. Fera ceased movement and she swallowed whatever lubricant that seemed to build in her mouth.

Seeing the end in the fembot's movements, he came closer, nearly crushing her against the wall. She cycled heavily through her vents, unsure what was happening. But then his knee came up, resting between her legs. Fera jumped at this and her venting hitched, realization clouding everything else. When she wriggled again, Solas brought his faceplates close to hers, humming as their cheekplates pressed together.

"What are we?"

He held her servos firmly, but gently, behind her as he dragged his digits feather-light over her side and down her thigh, gaining another shudder from her. He abruptly grabbed her leg, lifting it up to wrap around his hipbolt. Fera moved against his vice grip, not completely sure she liked where this was going. And yet, at the same time, she wasn't sure she didn't like where this was going. Her spark pounded and her energon roared in her audios. Shooting energy escaped down her spinal relay, making her plates flutter.

This connection to him was strange. But she didn't pull away, and she didn't shy from his touch. In fact, inside, she was wishing for more. But how? Was that even possible?

Fera felt herself melt as he touched their chassis together, the rumbling from his broad plates coursing through her. The rippling black and scarlet overtook her white and gold as Solas indiscriminately tried gaining the upper hand. Fera couldn't tell if this was exhilarating or just plain offensive to her fiery spirit.

A deep chuckle came from him as he heard her sigh. "Do you remember the first time we kissed?" he questioned as his helm angled in towards her to caress his lip plates against the side of her neck. She could feel his servo explore the niches in her armor, and she had to hold back a twitch when he came over a still-healing wound in her side. She felt him smile against her neck. "You had more fight in you than this."

Fera's optics popped open, her optic ridges coming down. Was that a challenge? As her Guardian (should she say ex-Guardian?) nipped at the underline of her mandible, Fera faked her weakness, leaning into him as if she cared nothing of his words. He fell for it and soothed the sting of his bite with a line of warm kisses. For a split second, she rethought her plans and wondered if being the less dominant of the pair was more appetizing. But he would expect that.

What he didn't expect was for Fera to notice his loosened grip and strike back against him. She abruptly lifted her leg from his hipbolt and jammed her heelped into the back of his kneebolt, causing it to cave. Solas jerked in surprise, only to lose his grip on the pinned fembot. Fera felt him fall and she grinned as he dropped onto his aft. He hit the ground in a symphony of clattering parts and groaning armor. His optics, momentarily dazed, shuttered a few times.

When he finally seemed to realize what had happened, he looked up at her in disbelief. "How did you-?"

"It's a human thing," she said, moving from the wall. The fembot came forward and walked along his sides, falling into a straddle around his legs. Her servos slid smoothly up his abdomen and over his chassis to lay on his shoulderbolts. She silently reveled in the broad pieces that were there, thrumming with life beneath the tips of her digits. Every pump of his magnificent spark drummed to her touch. A song encircled them while she rose to all fours, poised above the mech she fondly called her Guardian.

Her upper half leant down to get closer, bringing them both into a tangle of dark and light limbs as she did so. This gained a satisfying sharpness of air from the mech beneath her. Coming to hover before his audio receptor, Fera purposefully ghosted her lip plates over the area.

"And shouldn't you have known better, being a great and might warrior?" she hissed mischievously, chuckling softly when his helm fell back against the ground with a thud.

She pulled back to see his faceplates, taking in the chiseled shape of them. She then brought her digits gently over their angles, lingering a bit longer on the scars. Her thumb link brushed over the one on his lip plates and he kissed her digits. These were for her. They had been a show of his loyalty with keeping her alive at the cost of his own body and the threat of his life. He had gained these by being the valiant character she knew he was. Though, he consistently bore that deeper, overly-protective nature.

But that was when she was still human. Things would be different now. Things would and have changed, both in one's mental state and their views on the simplest of things. The past year had been the most humbling experience of her life, and she was sure that it would be for the rest of it.

This thought brought a fuzzy feeling of happiness to blossom outward from her spark. As she finally laid down atop of Solas, she caused their optics to lock. Suddenly, the room seemed hotter.

"You will be the death of me," he murmured, his chassis vibrating. Fera nestled herself closer and she grinned, rubbing a circle over the new scar on the side of his faceplates. He'd told her that so long as she kept the scar on the side of her helm (the one Arachnid had given her), he would keep his. And she was fine with that.

"What will we do now?" she asked gently. "The war is over." He'd always hinted he would do the most honorable thing, being her Guardian as he had been. He was basically inclined to do so when Optimus appointed him to her. It was just nice to hear him say it.

The mech brought up a servo and pressed on her lower spinal support, bringing her flush to him. Their overheated frames simmered the air and burned into each other down to their core, forcing the circulation systems inside of them to work overtime in an attempt to cool the metal. Fera fit almost perfectly with him, as if she had been made for him – just to be pulled tightly against his frame as two pieces of the same whole. It made her feel as if she were his missing puzzle piece. A determined look had crossed his features, his lip plates pursed in thoughtfulness.

"No matter if the war is over or not, without a moment's hesitation Fera, I would give anything and everything for you," he told her steadily. He lifted his helm to press their foreplates together, allowing her to rest against him. Fera let her servos explore down Solas' chassis and arms, allowing him to do the same with her spinal support.

"And you know I would do the same for you?" she assured, never taking her optics from his. "I may be small, but I can take a hit." Sol grinned, seeming to find amusement at this.

The two of them became silent, just moving their digits over one other to find every niche and space to be discovered. Fera found her servos slipping beneath his armor, discovering that whenever she pinched a few of the wires beneath, Sol would either jerk or tremble. This happened a few times before he grabbed her, surprising her as he threw them to the side, pinning her under him again.

Hovering over her, Sol looked massive. Not as large as he had appeared when Fera was human, but still larger than her nonetheless. The restrained danger he displayed was like an exciting jolt to her spark.

He held one servo behind her, still refusing to release her from his constant grip. It was as if she were his favorite toy, becoming his small obsession for the time. Fera took her turn, lifting herself to wrap an arm around his neck, bringing him closer. Having him so far from her, even if it was less than a foot, felt like a tear in her being. His unique presence stretched and climbed over her, mimicking his fingers as they webbed over any and all spots of her body.

"Aren't you not supposed to lift anything on your left arm?" she questioned, stealing a glance at the limb that suspended her from the ground.

Solas chuckled, spilling a few cycles of intoxicating air over her from his vents. "Who will know? I could care less."

When he was within a few inches, she felt the urge to be as close as possible to him; to feel what he did and to suffer what he did. She wanted to become his most valued possession –to have no one but him even touch her. He held onto her, bringing her from the coldness of the floor and against his chassis, having her incredibly near. Even then, this wasn't enough, and she grabbed the mech until their plates had locked in a mesh of Cybertronian alloy.

The vibrations he gave off sent a flurry of tingling waves through her circuits. A small breath escaped her as he lowered them to the ground, using it as support. "We are together, and nothing will ever change that. That is all that matters now," he vowed in her audio, sending another purr through her systems. Usually, she would be annoyed by this almost overbearing statement, but at that moment, she wanted to hear nothing else.

It was an experience that could not easily be explained. It was almost like letting a pair of suns collide within the universe. She could feel the brute power within his bulging limbs. But at the same time, there was so much control in his movements and grasp...

He kissed her back, stronger than what she had first exhibited, but still not overpowering. They moved together in unison, venting as one and embracing as one. Fera felt herself drowning into all that was Sol – simply delighted with the minor milestone of his frame pressed to hers. Never before had she this level of intimacy with any being. With the memories trickling in by the hour, she had finally, thankfully, gotten the last moment of her human life back. She remembered the chill on the breath of the night as it beat against her dress, and Solas' hypnotizing essence as he pulled her close to protect her from the cold.

Having the thought that he was here, before her, kissing her, sent another vibration through her. Solas' armor shook lowly with the deep snarl he sent through it. This seemed to shake her entire frame, traveling through her and making her attempt even closer contact. She wished for that feeling of him, and yearned for the protective aura he admitted.

Here, right now, there was only them. No one was in the base, and no one was even on this planet. There was only them.

This almost made Fera cry against Sol, her happiness nothing short of utter jubilation. Her thoughts swirled and all she could think of was being here with Sol and nowhere else, ever. She wanted nothing more than what he could offer, nothing other than just him. Him. That was all she cared about.

It was a strange, but exhilarating feeling that she gained from this. It was all-consuming and uncontrollable. This emotion intensified when Sol sent her the same feeling through each touch he made. His servo met one of her more sensitive spots and she moaned against his lip plates. Retaliating against this unexpected touch, Fera slipped her delicate digits beneath the armoring on his lower side, right above his hipbolt. He leaned into the touch and weakened. She could hear the gears in his arm creaking with the stress he put it through, holding them up.

Seeing as he was barely able to stay up, Fera moved her roaming touch down to barely rub it down his leg, pride flooding her as he nearly fell on top of her. A threatening mumble escaped him as he reached back and grabbed her arm, holding it above her as he pressed her to the floor. Heaving air for her abused vents, Fera watched as Sol lowered himself onto her, once again fixing his lip plates to hers.

He had her right up against him in mere seconds, leaving nothing between them to bring them out of their stupor. Sol was a teasing and hardy warrior, but his emotions were rich and incredibly deep. This new found sensation he shared with her had her ventless once more, filling every available space her processor had to give.

Was this what it was like to fall in love? This strength and power behind words and feeling that clouded all other thoughts to the point of pure bliss? Certainly, this wasn't a rational state.

But really, who cared?

Solas suddenly pulled back, coming to press their cheekplates together. Fera had her leg lifted again, holding it lightly beside his. "Fera…" he vented, barely above a whisper, "do not leave me ever again."

His words flowed over her audios, bathing them in a lovely sheen of sweetness. The only thing that broke her haze was confusion. Leave him? How could she possibly do that after all this? Without thinking, she grabbed the collar of his chassis and yanked him hard, having him pressed to her all the way from his neck to their hipbolts. A short gasp came from both of them and together, they shook.

"I swear I won't," she managed between pants of her vents. "I couldn't. I'd rather die than leave you." She felt the power in the moment and stinging tears came to her optics. Solas let them rest on the floor, and with kindness in his war-torn faceplates, he brought a digit to her optics and wiped away the lubricant.

Fera could just feel a wholeness when she was near him – a total completeness that she'd never had in her lifetime. There seemed like something had been missing in her life until now. Her few years seemed so dull and listless compared to this.

"Don't talk about death," he pleaded, placing a servo against her side and rubbing a servo over it. His features tightened, focusing on her as if she would disappear right before him. Fera arched into his touch, grabbing the back of his neck again and tucking her helm next to his. Solas slowly sat back onto his aft, bringing Fera with him to straddle his lap. Her servos were pressed to either side of his faceplates, their foreplates touching in a fond gesture.

"How else can I say what I need to?" she murmured, leading small kisses over his jawline before finally finding his mouth. They shared a kiss before Sol held fast onto her arm, doing the same with her spinal support. Fera felt surprised at this sudden action, her frame heating to the point when she feared it would melt. Their venting air collided in a storm of raging, furious winds. Space was nonexistent between them.

"Let me become a part of you Fera," he said.

His servos found their way to her midsection, his broad digits resting comfortably at the hollows of her waist. With a tenderness she had never experienced from him, Solas ran his servos along her slips, his thumb links gently trailing the contours of her body before sliding across her thighs.

"Let me have you here with me for eternity and over, never to depart from you as we have so many times before." Their optics locked, their frames tangling further in their moment of passion.

This was an immense offer, one that Fera found herself entranced by. Forever? Together with Solas Kaon for eternity to come? It was so appealing to think of, especially with him so close to her, talking sweetly to her and taking her up by their embraces as he did now...

Keeping a servo around his neck, she moved back to see his faceplates completely. He was serious. His expression was fully committed and stone-hard. It was as if this were more a decision of life or death than...what was this?

"Are you proposing to me?" she asked quite stupidly. She wanted to kick herself for how ignorant she sounded. Then again, she'd only been a Cybertronian for…two, three months?

This had Solas chuckling, falling into a deep hum that had her like putty in his servos within the moment.

When his laughter died, she blinked up at him and studied his wavering, teal optics. None shone more wonderfully than his. None shared the same soul-searching intensity his would. None captured the breadth of the oceans themselves, or enticed the spark as much as they did. And none could ever fully understand her as they did.

They didn't need the connection they'd had before to find what they were truly feeling. They didn't need words to express what they wished to say. They didn't need boundaries to keep them, or their other, safe. The only war they had now to worry about, was their life. After all, the only Decepticons left were already declaring themselves Neutrals, one by one. Even better, a few were drifting toward base for shelter and a friendly servo.

"No Fera," he scolded smoothly, positioning her more comfortably in his lap. Fera held tightly with her servo on his neck, her optics gleaming with interest.

"I want you to bond with me."

Fera's intakes stumbled and her eyes widened in shock. She replayed what he'd told her over and over and over in her processor. Her stunned, numb lip plates tasted the words through soundless mumbles. Her glossa carefully tasted the meaning of them.

Bond? That meant...that meant...

She shutter her optics a few times, trying to let her processor catch up. Optimus was bonded to Rethalia, meaning they shared everything from their feelings to pain and anything in-between that made them, them. Fera wanted nothing more than to experience everything that made up the entirety of Solas. She would be committing herself to only him, unable to break their bind for the rest of her life – unable to even live past him if he were to die. If one passed, the other was soon to follow...

But even then, this asking of her to bond to her Guardian didn't scare her. It didn't make her anxious or grow cautious about the future. On the floor, caught up in each other's grasp, she couldn't be happier. This wasn't the most romantic of situations to pledge your life to another, but that didn't matter. Fera felt the tears spill down her cheekplates and she laughed out loud. She kissed the concerned face of the mech between chuckles.

Her servo on his neck was replaced by her arm, trapping him to her. She forced every emotion she possibly could through this connection, adding to moment that seemed to grow so much brighter. Solas waited for her to pull back before he wiped a tear from her face.

"I'd realized what you truly meant to me when I thought I'd lost you," he murmured. "Then and time again, I feared for you – I tried so hard to protect you and see that you were safe..." He went on, softer, "I came to grips with that the mere thought of you gone from my life made my spark drop. I saw you're spark was nothing different from mine and that I always wanted it near. I knew I felt so alone when that bond between us was broken and we were two separate beings again."

His optics searched her faceplates and he set a servo on the back of her cranial unit, bringing their foreplates together once more. "And over everything, I'd gotten the message that the missing parts of my life were all linked to you so that only you could fill them. All it took was a war and a little slap from a few ancient gods to get me to know that I needed you, harassments and all."

Fera's face twisted into a smile and she whisked a servo over his cheek. Megatronus and the others did their job. "You big jerk," she teased through another, tear-filled laugh. "Of course I'll do it."

Her head shook slowly from side to side. "There is nothing I would ever want more." She gave a gentle smile and Solas smiled with her, beaming in glee. Again they kissed, and again Fera felt the temperature rising around them. She could feel him exploring her frame, taking up the nooks and crannies with avid interest. Her digits mimicked his in flitting about the cracks of his armor, finding breaks or seams she may dip her petite servos into. Messing with the wires was what made Solas yield instead of the other way around. It was her only control tactic.

Then his servo floated across her thigh, swooping low to cup her leg beside her pelvic armor. Fera gasped against him and pulled away for the briefest of moments to see his optics. They were alive with hunger. A light, which she felt she had as well.

Without needing say a word, she allowed him to remove the protective paneling of her interface port and the covering of his own. Butterfly kisses trailed along her neck and mandible from the mech as he allowed her to prepare herself. When he did finally connect them, it was the most exhilarating experience of her life.

She could feel him. Actually feel him. All his thoughts and emotions that were balled up at the moment were flushed towards her without relent. In pure ecstasy she cried out, wrapping clawed servos around his spinal support to grab the slips of his armor. As a fiery entity, she too returned her side of their link with all her pent-up feeling, gaining a deep groan from her mech.

Images passed through her vision, blinding her to the world. She saw the agony of losing a family that wasn't hers. She tasted the energon of brothers on her glossa as she sliced away at them with the wildness of a gladiator. She witness the earliest breach of the war on the horizon, and witness the destruction of crazed military soldiers, tearing through her home. Towers fell and smoke clouded her vision. Friends laughed and conversated with her. Fembot flirted with her along the streets. A vent-taking fembot cooed down on her from above, showering love and gentleness in her touch. A mech, roaring with handsomeness, stepped in behind the fembot and smiled, touching the side of her faceplates lovingly.

Fera snapped out of her daze when she felt Solas' servo creeping up her frame to her chassis, laying a calm palm over the surface. She'd seen everything. Felt everything. There were no secrets between them anymore. All walls or ditches dug were thrown aside.

She arched to his touch, relishing the brush of his digit tips. If what Solus had said was true, then forever wasn't as scary as she originally thought. Not when you had someone to spend it with. And now, Fera had her someone.

Her own servo came up to the latch between his chassis plates, waiting for him to pull back the panels and allow her to continue. Frustratingly, he paused and they once again separated. This nearly caused Fera to force him onto the floor and have her join them herself. She had no idea what to do, but like hell if she would let that stop her.

Solas hovered his faceplates close to her own frantic ones, silently moving his servo to lay over hers. "Fera, you are sure about this? This is it. There is no going back," he warned.

There was almost a sad tone to his voice. It was cautious and yet so filled with hope that Fera felt her throat close up. Just a moment ago, she felt like she would rather have her spark literally ripped from its chamber than leave Solas' side ever again. Now, it seemed like he was trying to put doubt into her mind. Was this mech crazy?

Turning her unsure expression to that of absolute joy, Fera leapt up to shove her shoulderbolt into Sol's. They spun around with her momentum, and Fera ended up once again on top of Sol. He looked surprised at this, holding dearly onto her as if he feared she would break away. Instead, she kept close and held her faceplates at a teasing length from his.

"Are you trying to change my mind?" she asked, slipping her servo slyly to Solas' lower side. Solas growled low and loud, lifting his spinal support off the floor. "Because if you are, it won't work. I've made up my mind and nothing will change my decision." Her entire body came into contact with his and Sol's optics darkened.

The suggestive grin that crossed his face mixed with that of seeming relief. "You always have been a stubborn one," he said back, increasing the pressure on her upper half. Fera somehow purred and her optics widened with the noise. Solas chuckled in pure, unadulterated amusement, and met optics with the fembot he'd just promised his life and spark to. Fera let her foreplate sit against Sol's before she once again held her digits right over his spark. Sol did the same for her, causing a wave of warmth to come from his touch.

"I love you," she suddenly whispered, reveling in his light brush. Solas could be seen to smile, his fingers tenderly rubbing over her chest patiently.

"I…love you too," he murmured right back.

A happy sense of relief Fera didn't know she could possess came over her and she let the plates on her chassis open with his knowing click of the small latch. She did the same with him and they stared.

Fera was entranced by his spark and its glorious shine, the bright blue flooding out of his chassis like a heavenly light. It was a spinning sun in itself, an almost white shape that rotated slowly in its space, floating with a glow that caused her optics to widen in awe. She'd seen his spark before. And yet, it felt like the first time all over again. She just wanted to reach out and touch it, to feel the magnificence in her servo.

She lost all other thoughts in her mind and slowly put out her digits, taking the spark carefully into her grasp. Her own spark left soft blue hues to spill over Sol and give a wondrous luminosity to his handsome features. She lightly rubbed the warm essence with her thumb link, noting the soft tremble that came from Sol as she did so. She went on to brush her digit tips over the casing of his core, smiling gently as she drank in the beauty of his very soul.

Solas went on to do the same with her own new spark, cupping it and caressing it with his thumb link. Fera felt the very movement and every micro-sized adjustment he made. It pumped hard by his touch, pulsing with a new energy that sent a zing up Fera's spinal relay. It was pure wonder to feel his spark humming in her hand, now harmonizing with her own. Unconsciously, they moved closer, removing their limbs from their chambers to bring their frames closer.

With a final, brief gaze into one another's optics, they hesitated for that mere last beat in the shine of their exposed sparks before plunging their chassis together.

The meadow was full of shifting beings, ranging from five to twenty feet. They gleamed in all sorts of colors that existed under the sun. Humans, as those fleshy, organic beings were called, mingled and socialized as if they hadn't a single incline of knowing that these creatures, who hadn't a sliver of skin on their frames, weren't one of them. All was in peace here, no matter size, or species apparently.

They drifted around a secluded area located deep within the Smokey Mountains, covered by the luscious thrush of trees that surrounded them. The nearest civilized area was a few miles up north, however, this space was far too deep inside the wilderness for any to stray off the hiking trails to find. The weather was mediocre at the moment, and a fine mist hung in the air. It stilled over the distant shadows of monstrous hills, giving away the inspiration for this land's name.

Red sights mixed in with the blue. Many a number, they roamed in relaxed pairs or groups, and even reclined to recharge alongside a soldier or two. Never before had this spark believed it would be possible. Through countless vorns, it was thought that all would be deadsparked before peace could come, or that one faction would have to obliterate the other. This moment of wondrous harmony between creatures that, not so long ago, were fighting to snuff out each other's existence, was a purely gracious thing.

Sparkmates whom had torn the symbol of tyranny and corruption from their armor sat side by side, servo in servo, speaking with their former enemies like they'd been old friends. And maybe, before the war, they had been. But that, sadly, have been over twenty-seven thousand vorns ago. A time, which many here had been but younglings themselves. That mech, the yellow and black one, standing next to a petite pink fembot, was nothing older than a sparkling when he was introduced into the war. To see him now, servo on the shoulderbolt of an adversary and a smile underneath the cap of his lip plates, was something that threw any 'Bot off.

Rethalia sighed as a servo touched her arm, bringing her from her revere and showing her the way to the always-inspiring sight of her sparkmate beside her. In his free arm, was their everything and life; their will to fight these last lengths of the war; their light in this world of darkness. Their Liora. Her indigo armor flashed as she cooed, reaching stubby arms out for her fembot creator.

The fembot Prime was kind to stretch her servos out to her little one and pluck her from the arms of her dolanno. Liora laughed and clapped, bouncing in her nannia's arms as her optics danced. Optimus' digits settled on Rethalia's shoulderbolt, and he leaned down. Liora snapped her helm toward her mech creator, not expecting him to be so close. He blew in her faceplates and she squealed, scrunching her shoulderbolts and dodging out of the way of her dolanno's action. She then threw herself forward in Rethalia's grasp, grabbing both sides of Optimus' helm.

"Mime, you are Mime," she claimed, pressing their foreplates together in an affectionate gesture. Optimus grinned, chuckling softly at the nick-name. Rethalia and he both knew fully well that their youngling could speak quite clearly for her age. However, she always reverted to calling her creators by their original title.

Optimus pulled away some, laying a servo on Liora's helm. He then kissed her crest, making her giggle. "Now who is she?" the mech Prime asked, pointing at Rethalia. Liora perked up, glancing from her dolanno to her nannia before tossing her arms around Rethalia's neck.

"Tia!" Liora cried happily, drawing a few optics. "She is Tia!" Rainwing and Smokescreen could be seen from their spot by the trees, the flier sitting in the lap of her lover. The silver and navy fembot smiled at Liora, joined by a few others. Thunderblast, standing at the shoulderbolt of her mate, watched the Primes and their young one warmly.

Optimus Prime lifted himself to place a kiss on Rethalia's helm, lingering there for a few sparkbeats longer than he had their creation. The fembot angled her faceplates up and met his lip plates with her own. The shuddering euphoria running rampant through them was enough to cause a spark. Their many vorns together had never dulled their romance. It had been growing there for these many vorns, waiting to be released. In the pocket of her very essence, Rethalia had vied for the chance to steal away her mate and live in the family that she had envisioned for too many vorns now.

The creators pulled away, but stole another slow peck before they fully separated. By then, Liora was lying her tiny helm against Rethalia's chassis to count the pumps of her familiar spark. The fembot laid her servo on the youngling's spinal support and swept her gaze across the meadow.

There they were: her friends; her enemies; her family.

Knockout was over there, getting slapped across the back of his helm by Titanios after the scarlet medic had tried flirting with Cloudsong. Over by the rocks, telling a story to a group of enthralled humans was Hex, the other Decepticon medic who had escaped Galvatron's (or should she say Unicron's?) experiments with the Kremzeeks. Straight to her west, a few yards from the tree line, Hawktail and Stratis were exchanging words with Soundwave. Astrotrain was in a group with Bluestring, Sideswipe, and Sunstreaker, trying to place an arm around the obviously-agitated Flamewar.

And there, nestled together, was Sarah and Hound, speaking with grins and laughter to Firestar. The fembot was no better in condition than before, however, she seemed happier. Perhaps taking her processor off her dead sparkmate was helping her health some.

The fembot reveled in this instance of calm. Where would they go, without anywhere to stay? What would they do, without a war to fight and soldiers to order around? And most of all, what would these mechs and fembots do without Optimus and Rethalia having the authority to lead them anymore? Without the war, they were no longer commanders of the Autobot army. They were a Prime and his sparkmate. They were homeless, without their planet, and stuck without a single order to be given or received.

Optimus, sensing her discomfort, brought his arm around her and squeezed her shoulderbolt. "We do have a home," he told her, pressing her into his side. Rethalia melted into her mate, lying her cranial unit on his chassis and rubbing circles on Liora's spinal support. "This is our home. Earth. The humans have accepted us here, and I feel they are ready to truly witness our presence among them."

Rethalia picked up her helm, peering at her mate with her optic ridges drawn in concern. "Is that safe? Can we trust them?"

Optimus looked off into the group of Cybertronians and soldiers, and she did the same. What she saw was a bridge of contract between two races that were so far different from one another that they clicked well. They could walk and speak and live amongst the crowd of aliens, fleshy or metallic, and never once fear for themselves. These humans had come to terms that their lives would never be the same living with these… What did the humans call them now?

Transformers?

That sounded like a fitting name.

"If these men and women can accept us, I believe the rest of the world can as well," Optimus stated, rubbing the upper arm of his sparkmate. His free servo rested on Liora's helm, and he turned his incredible blue optics upon his family unit. "We can start new here. This will be our new age."

Rethalia grinned, having known her mate far too long to doubt him. In those optics, she saw Orian Pax, the clumsy, goofy dockworker and student she had fallen in love with as the fembot Ariel. Passing on, she felt herself growing into the warrior thousands had known as Elita-One, but only one could claim as his one and only spark. Now, beside him on this planet that was still so unfamiliar to her, she could say that she had finally become his equal. Rethalia Prime was sparkmates with Optimus Prime. What a story that would be to tell Liora in later vorns.

"Hey, Prime!" a human voice hailed from the meadow.

Both Rethalia and Optimus turned their helms, not exactly sure who it was the man had been calling. The dark-skinned human was perched on the shoulderbolt of Mirage, one leg bent at the knee while the other hung over the edge. His white smile could be seen even from this distance, and the crinkles of his gleefully-aged face were clear to see as the white of the moon on the night sky.

With his hand cupped by his mouth, Epps shouted to the sparkmates again, "Have either of you seen Fera or Solas?"

Ratchet had gone joors ago to take care of the pair in a small facility not far from where this group was. It was a minor thing – more for a temporary shelter rather than a permanent residence, but it would have to do until the 'Bots and humans figured out what they were doing. General Hendricks and President Wake himself had contacted the group to congratulate them before asking the golden question of: what next?

P.R.I.M.E was going to be disbanded, most likely. That meant that all these humans that Rethalia saw around her were going to disappear. The 'Bots would be visitors again on the planet, instead of a race that was contracted by the government on an allied basis. Would things run this smoothly, or would Earth reject the Cybertronians and send them to the stars? No one could be sure. If anything, Optimus was the most certain of them all. For now, Rethalia could but hope for the best.

She lifted her chin, opening her lip plates. "They are recovering, Captain," she called back, her voice carrying nicely through the plain. "We don't have anything to worry about."

"That depends on what you define as 'nothing', my dear Rethalia," Optimus murmured, giving a small laugh as he lowered his helm beside her own. The fembot's cheekplates grew hot and she batted away at the Prime. Her optics were sharp, however, the ache in her spark told of the inkling of jealousy within her. What she wouldn't give to lock herself and her mate away from the worlds, if but for a kalon or two.

Primus, wouldn't that be sweet.

"Get ready for tha new lovebirds, everyone!" Jazz called through the mist, standing with a mischievous grin on his devilishly handsome faceplates.

Ironhide, next to him, slapped him good and firm on the spinal support. "Don't worry, they'll be a while. Trust us." His laugh was open and loud as he grabbed his own sparkmate, Chromia, closer.

They all knew it would have happened eventually. That didn't mean that everyone, Cybertronian and human alike, weren't laughing alongside the infamously raunchy couple as if it were a joke they'd just heard this kalon. Rethalia was chuckling, her laughs ringing alongside Optimus' deeper ones. Jazz bent over himself, coughing from Ironhide's slap to his spinal support. Prowl was already there to tend to his brother, always having to be the overly-cautious one. With a wave of his servo, Jazz threw the crowd around him into a renewed round of laughter.

Yes, this was going to be a good home.

The air was warm. Very, very warm. It was humming with a considerable contentment that could lull any into a peaceful rest. This height of happiness was a form of inconsiderable emotion that she could have believed to reach. The zipping of energy through her, still fading, even after hours of lying here, was intoxicating. A sort of fulfillment captured her spark in a glory of singing tendrils. Their song was blaring in their audios, taking place of the silence that was surely stretching around them.

Her servo, lain flat on his chassis, pulsed in turn with his pulse. The tingle in her protoform matched that of the needles brushing over his protoform. A precious shadow of healing and recovery from his spark wafted over her spark. There was no wall to keep him out anymore. The gates had flung open, letting him overwhelm her smaller being with the stunning experience of his.

They were connected. United. Bonded.

Her audio, resting against one of the panels of his chassis, filtered in and out with beautiful notes. His chassis was exposed to her, letting his spark revolve in the rawness of the air and his fresh bond. Beside his, her own chassis was pulled back to let her pounding core cool under the drafts of the ventilation shafts. An arch-shaped scar was planted on both their frames, right above their chassis, and underneath their necks. They still glowed a faint color of orange as they too tried to cool and harden into the chrome-colored marks that would be there for the rest of their lives.

Every memory they held together was drifting into her, one after another, continuously over these vital minutes they embraced. They laid, upon the berth now, her frame laid over his, with his servos folded over her lower spinal support. Their legs tangled and their venting evened. After bonding a good half hour before, their frames were still scorching. It was the mere fact of being in contact with their significant other that drowned them in heat. It did not help any when his digits traveled a bit lower or he passed her a ghostly kiss across her lip plates.

Their white and black paint was magnificent under the flickering glow of the lights. The poor bulbs above them were fighting to stay on after the massive surge the couple had put out earlier. Though, they didn't need the light to know exactly where their other half was.

Fera lifted her servo, dragging it across Solas' chassis and dipping it within his spark chamber. As her digit tips passed fondly over his essence, she felt him shiver underneath her. A grin came to her features, and she slowly drew circles across his vent-taking spark with her thumb link. A few more memories surfaced in her processor, thanks to the ever-present orb that was Solas as he sifted through her files and filled them with wondrous images, sounds, smells, and sensations.

"When did you know?" she murmured, caught up in the experience of the first time she had ridden with Solas. She'd fallen asleep against the round of his steering wheel, listening to the voices of the Autobots as they conversed about her over Sol's radio.

Solas lifted her faceplates by placing a digit under her chin, bringing her faceplates up to his. He lowered his features to her, gently laying a scalding kiss upon her lip plates.

"Know what?" he questioned, trembling again as she accidentally squeezed his spark.

The fembot turned onto her front, lying on her elbowjoints so her spark was spinning dangerously close to his. Their cores ached for one another already, and twisted in torture at being a vent's distance from luxurious gratification. Their wanton cries of completion were still staining the walls.

Fera smiled when she saw Solas' optics darken, their sparks vying for a second join. "That you loved me," she answered, teasing his thrumming spark.

She could tell the mech was seriously trying to withhold himself. If his expression was anything to go by, then he was having great trouble concentrating on anything but her and her presence. It was flattering to say the least, that she could effect a mech this greatly. To be honest, she was no better towards him. And to have their mutual attraction flowing back and forth between their bond, it was, to say the least, quite the exercise of restrain.

"Always and ever," he told her. His words were strained with effort, and Fera wanted to laugh out loud at his predicament.

The fembot snorted. "You are so corny," she said, sitting up to straddle his middle. She was receiving some not-so-PG imagery from her new lover, and she couldn't keep herself from sending him back a few images, just to mess with him. His optics darkened a few shades, letting her know that her strategy worked.

His servos laid on her hip bolts, his thumb links dotting patterns on her pelvic armor. "If it means your happiness, I will be the corniest mech in the worlds," he said with a rising smile. Fera laughed along with him, falling into another moment of grandeur she felt herself cherishing for eternity over.

The warrior abruptly grabbed his sparkmate, throwing her to the side. She gasped in surprise, but fell into another fit of laughter when she found herself beneath Solas. He positioned above her, servos planted by her shoulderbolts, and a great, big smile on his faceplates. Fera put her servos on his arms, craning her helm up to steal another kiss from her mech. Her mech. God, did it feel good to say that.

When she lowered, he did too, keeping their hungered bodies close. They were starving for one another, and it showed in every move they made. Fera reveled in his nearness, as it gave her a great sense of wholeness that she hadn't ever had before. He filled their bond with a strong tendril of love, throwing Fera's spark into a whole new level of need. The event of having their bond renewed, after all this time of having it broken, was a truly unexplainable thing. It consisted of a lot of memories, an overload of unsaid things, and a symphony of tears and laughter.

As his helm dropped to hover beside hers, he let their sparks connect in the slightest amount. Even in this partial contact, Fera felt an explosion inside of herself, full to the limit of a new emotion she couldn't explain. It was a mix of euphoria and pain, deep inside of her very gridmap. The joy of it was followed by a dry, stinging agony that Solas had told her was because their essences were adjusting to each other. Secretly, Fera enjoyed the pain. It made her realize that this was all real.

"I lost everything," Solas vented by her audio, making Fera sigh. She hung on to every word he said as he linked the puzzled pieces of his armor with hers. "I don't ever want to lose you too."

Fera rubbed at Solas' arm, nuzzling her faceplates into the crook of his neck as the mech ground their plates together. She took mercy on him and connected their interface systems, giving them a shared moment of shuddering pleasure.

"You are everything to me," she whispered to him, unable to bring her voice higher from the sheer flood of feelings running through her at the moment. "You deserved better than what you have…and someone realized that." She paused as a wave of intimacy ran through her center, and she arched into Solas, bringing their sparks together. "They brought you to me."

Solas hugged her to his frame, his broad mass overtaking her slimmer figure. His sorrow and happiness was clear in her spark, and she latched onto him as if he were the last solid thing in existence. They passed into their own personal universe again, taking in their secrets and handing over themselves entirely to their other.

"Promise me forever – give me that one thing," he begged, his vents whirring loudly against her flustered cycling system. "That is all I ask for."

"I will," she promised, pulling away from him so she could see his faceplates. She cupped his cheekplate and placed their foreplates together, gazing right into his piercing optics. "I swear with all I have that I will. You can tell that to whatever evil god you've got left."

Solas smiled and sent a feeling of unrestricted happiness. "There are none left, thank the Primes," he chuckled. Their sparks began to mesh, and Fera braced herself for what she knew was to come next.

"Now promise me something," she managed between the crippling power waging through her frame.

"Anything."

"You don't do anything stupid anymore."

"Now that depends on your definition of stupid…"

Fera sucked in a sharp take of air, having a harder and harder time keeping her spark from joining Solas' yet. "Solas!"

"Alright!" he cried back, his teasing grin being all she needed to know that this promise was going to be broken way too soon. However, all they needed was his promise, and she would be alright. Everything was going to be alright now.

She let herself slowly edge into Solas' frame, pressing their desperate cores together in a flurry of lightning. "You're a jerk."

The burst of sparks and blue was all enough to drown out Solas' rebuke. It was fantastic to experience, shooting into a world of freedom and unity with the sole being she'd given herself to. Her cry was followed by his bellowing one, bringing them into an exhilarating, passionate shower of adoration. She watched the worlds disappear behind optics that twitched in and out of light, taking in the immense treasure of the mech in her frozen, clutching arms. His grip was tight as their sparks swirled within their world, intertwining and sending them into a place of serenity and clarity. This was a beautiful life. All she had suffered to get to this point seemed worth it now. They were One. They were Love. They were Protection. And they were Happiness.

I love you, they said together.

They were sparkmates.

Solus Prime reached next to her to grab the servo of the mech that she had never forgiven, but loved far too much to hate. His sharp, strong digits curled over hers, keeping them in a firm grasp that was cool enough to be frightening. But the warmth beneath that chill was all she experienced, and she held it near and dear to her spark.

Together, with optics changing in thousands of colors that went unnamed, they watched the gathering of their descendants with caring gazes. These were their progeny, brought up from the pits of their influence to flourish and survive in a harsh environment. They lived through the destruction of their planet, and these beings, able to part their differences to band, if but for a short time, into a single race again, was absolutely awe-inspiring. The thrill of seeing your legend grow and prosper was exciting. And these were the best of the best of them.

Of course, it would take time for all to be right again, as it had been in the age their progeny deemed the Golden Age of Cybertron. Solus withheld her frown and forced another smile in the light that these sparks were here now, among each other. Optimus and Rethalia Prime, the ones she had watched over for Prima and Primon, were in her favor.

The dark mech next to her, armor stormy as a rolling storm, turned his optics on her. Their shadowy color showered her in their renewed picture of excellence. For his acts in helping to banish Unicron to the Galvanizer, Primus granted his Fallen son with the honor of being welcomed back to the Thirteen's ranks. The reception hadn't been what he was hoping for, obviously, however, Solus knew well enough that he was elated to be back with his brothers and sisters where he could comfortably call 'home'. Finally, after eternity, he had made up for his crimes against them.

It felt not so long ago when Megatronus had murdered Solus himself. She could still feel his strike against her, and feel the fading of her spark as she returned to the Well of Sparks and stood at Primus' side to guide the Unborn to life. But, even as she laid in his arms, leaking out and dying, she had still loved him. It was painful. It was unfair. But she didn't care.

"They will be alright," Megatronus told her with a grin. His ferocious exterior, brought on by his millions of vorns of exile, had returned to the incredibly handsome features she had known before. Of all the mechs, Megatronus had been the beauty of them. As much, that had been one of the traits taken by his brothers and remaining sister when he was branded The Fallen.

Solus grinned back and turned her faceplates to the odd collection of warriors, medics, humans, and other members of their lasting race. "You feel so?" she wondered, taking in the view of Rethalia and Optimus, their arms linked and their precious little one in their arms. Solus herself had seen that small one from the Well of Sparks into her sparkling frame. After that, she had yet to bring another tiny life into the worlds. For that reason, Liora was a precious bundle she watched over closely.

Megatronus huffed, his lip plates coming up into a smirk. "Of course. Solas Kaon is of my lineage, and my Keeper. He will fare well here."

At this, the mech in mention stepped through the trees, a stunning white and golden fembot at his side. Solus' faceplates broke into an enormous smile when she saw them together, linked at the arm. They walked close together, with a certain sync about them that gave everything away the moment they stepped into the meadow. They were glowing with life, their optics a bit too bright and their movements a bit too lively. Along with that, the minute shape of an arch right over where their sparks would be didn't let them keep secrets either.

They were bonded.

"By Primus, they actually did it," Solus murmured. She squeezed Megatronus' servo, and he did so back. Pride captured the two Primes, and they watched in shared happiness as their lovely couple walked into the open. In an instant, they were surrounded by all forms of comrades. Chatter and words were exchanged, and so were a few hearty laughs. Those who were bonded were easily able to detect the new aura surrounding the pair. Knowing grins were shared among them.

The mechs stole away Solas, tossing him around in a playful scene, while Fera was kidnapped by the fembots with giggles and smiles.

"What a sight," Vector Prime mentioned as he stepped up next to Solus Prime and Megatronus Prime. "I never believed this could happen."

"Couldn't you see the future, brother?" Megatronus questioned with a chuckle, patting his sibling on the shoulderbolt. Vector Prime grinned, crossing his arms.

"Only on occasion," he said smoothly.

Solus Prime looked back at the group, finding Solas and Fera without much trouble. The two had somehow gotten together again, and were now holding servos. Much like Megatronus and she were doing actually.

With a warmth in her spark, Solus studied the Guardian and his fembot from a distance. "Can you see their future?" she wondered, optics glowing fondly.

Vector hummed to himself, his expression thoughtful. "They will be happy," he informed his comrades. When Solus gave him a gesture to continue, he went on. "As far as I can see, they have a sparkling. A fembot."

"What do they name her?" Solus asked, finding her spark to grow light when she saw Solas Kaon whisper something in Fera's audio and she laughed. He then kissed the side of her helm and led her into the thick of their peers, allowing them to be drowned in welcomes, questions, and congratulations. Their medical officer, Ratchet, smacked the back of Solas' helm for some reason and began scolding him, making everyone around them laugh.

"Astrea," Vector answered with a grin.

Solus smiled, and laid her free servo on Megatronus' arm. "I like that."

"They will make fine sparkmates," Megatronus put in.

Solas Kaon and Fera Lennox both looked over the crowd, staring directly at where Solus, Vector, and Megatronus stood. Both their faceplates slacked into gracious grins. Fera mouthed the words 'thank you' before she and her mate returned to their comrades.

"Yes," Solus agreed, lying her helm on Megatronus' shoulderbolt. "They will."

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*Chapter Inspiration(s):

I'm Yours= The Script

Every Night= Imagine dragons

Lay Me Down= Sam Smith

Salvation= Gabrielle Aplin

Far Away= Nickleback

Fix You= Coldplay