#hope this still makes you happy cuppajj

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Lightlost knows best

Everyone, part 2 of season 3 from my ongoing story set in the sentient sg/Lost Light au from @cuppajj i out!

I hope all of you will enjoy this part just as much as I did. (Also, I'm gonna admit it, I missed writing sg/ll. I really did.)

Trigger Warning: none

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Sometimes Tankcrusher wondered where in life she made a wrong turn. Was it, when she joined the Decepticons? Was it when she got together with Thrillchaser? Her friends did say that she should have chosen a grounder as her partner. But with her look, the grounder would have been a speedster and then Phoenix would have looked more like the mech she was currently holding down. 

Maybe the wrong turn was, when she decided to let the prime stay with them and give him the job in her bakery. If she didn’t, then she wouldn’t have to sit at the medic’s office with Rodimus in her lap, while pinning his arms to the side and making sure he wouldn’t kick or bite the poor doctor trying to see if everything was okay with him. Or maybe the wrong turn was taking Rodimus to the doctor in the first place. From what she could see, he looked fine, but her “Mama Bear Programming”, as Thrillchaser would have called it, just reared its head and made her worry, even if there was nothing to worry about. 

“Roddy, by the love of Primus, could you just calm down? The doctor won’t do anything. Not as long as I am here with you.” Whispered the femme quietly, while the doctor had his back turned to them. “The longer you keep thrashing around, the longer we will have to stay here.” Tankcrusher only meant well, when she said that, but the look she got from Rodimus made her second guess her choice of words. He looked almost scared, as if he was expecting the doctor to pull out some kind of torture device annd use it on him, no matter if there was a second in the room or not. 

Maybe that’s why Tankcrusher let out a long sigh, before she asked the doctor if he could go out for a moment while she talked with her son. And considering how relieved the mech looked as he heard that he could walk out, it wasn’t surprising to her how fast the good doctor was out of the room. “Alright…” Said the femme as she grabbed Rodimus and sat him down next to her. Keeping an optic on every possible exit way imaginable. And yes, that also involved the windows and vents. After all, if Phoenix was bold enough to escape the doctor by jumping out of a window, then she was sure Rodimus would do the same. Sometimes, the resemblance the two shared was uncanny. And Tankcrusher didn’t just mean their looks. “You’re acting like Phoenix whenever I had to bring him here, until he made up his mind to become a medic. I thought you were a grown mech, and not some little sparkling scared of the good old doctor.” Joked the femme, which oonly got a scoff from Rodimus as a reaction. 

“I’m not a sparkling…” Muttered the prime, after crossing his arms over his chest and looking down at the floor. The pattern down there was, after all, quite interesting. “But if you want to know, I just don’t like medics. Never have, never will. End of story.”

“But it doesn’t sound like the end.” Was all she said, as she placed a servo onto Rodimus’ shoulder. Giving him a comforting squeeze. “It sounds more like you want to say something, but you’re too scared because saying it would only make you realize that it’s true. That it’s part of your past and… you’re too scared to admit it, because then it would feel like you’re admitting that it is true.” Tankcrusher gave Rodimus one more squeeze, before putting her servo back in her lap. Watching the prime’s mind work on what she’s said and how it could relate to him. 

“And how would you know that?” Asked Rodimus, after a short moment of silence. To which the taller femme only laughed. “I do have a conjux who left me and my son after all. I know how it feels to pretend that something isn’t true, but… no matter how much you pretend, in  your spark you know that it’s true. That the lie you’re telling yourself is only going to distract you from reality for so long. And then, you find yourself fearing that admitting to the truth is only going to break you further. But it’s not… because you have something or someone to live for.”

Rodimus scoffed at that. “Sounds like your conjux was an idiot for leaving you and Phoenix.”

“Well, Thrillchaser has always been an idiot, but that’s why I took him as my conjux. He was…  different from the other mechs. Taking me as I am and never complaining when I loomed over him or pinned him against a wall and-” Rodimus didn’t want to hear more. No, this was too much information the mother of his adopted little brother was giving out. So, he quickly covered her mouth, before stopping out for a moment. 

Tankcrusher has a conjux, and the conjux name is Thrillchaser. And Rodimus knows a mech named Thrillchaser who, for some reason, was always looking at Phoenix whenever he would pass the youngling in the halls of the Lost Light. 

And then there were the times he would spot Thrillchaser when they were on other planets…

Does this mean Lightlost somehow managed to hunt Phoenix’s father down and torture him? But for what reason? Revenge on the behalf of another? Rodimus wasn’t sure if that sounded right. Not when both Phoenix and Tankcrusher sounded like they accepted that Thrillchaser wasn’t part of their family. Then again, the Lost Light was someone who was full of surprises. Maybe they had an ulterior motive behind it? Or maybe they simply wanted to have something to do? The thought alone made Rodimus shudder and fear for what they had planned next. 

“Hey, me talking about the things I loved to do with my conjux are no reasons to shudder.” Chuckled Tankcrusher, as she softly took Rodimus’ servos into her own and pulled them away from her mouth. Smiling warmly down at the prime, before smirking.  “But if you want something to shudder about, I could talk about that one time we went to that nice drive in theater and scared a bunch of organics.”

“Primus no! Bessie, please, don’t! I will let the doctor examine me, if you don't start talking about what you did in that theater!” 

Tankcrusher could only laugh, as she saw the comically wide eyes and panicked expression of Rodimus. If those opposing him could see him now, they would surely laugh at his expense. Although, she soon enough stopped, before softly patting the prime’s helm. This was the first time he called her ‘Bessie’. A name only those part of the family were allowed to use. “Alright, alright. I will stop, if you promise not to bite the good doctor when he gets too close to your face.”

“Tch. I can’t promise you anything.

After the examination was over, and the doctor didn’t lose a digit, both Tankcrusher and Rodimus made their way back towards the bakery. And while the femme told the speedsteer about the time she finally admitted that Thrillchaser wasn’t coming back, the prime slowly opened up about the things that happened to him. He didn’t tell her anything, but he somewhat explained why he reacted the way he did when she first took a look at him and why he nearly bit off the doctor digit, when he got too close. Earning a sympathetic look from the taller femme, before she commented on how she would love to meet this ‘Lightlost’ to give them her own two cents on the matter. To which Rodimus was quick to say “NO!” Letting her know that he wasn’t on board with her trying to fight Lightlost. Not when Phoenix seemed to still be attached to them.

While Rodimus and Tankcrusher had their small ‘adventure’, Phoenix was making sure everything was running smoothly at the bakery. Serving every customer to the best of his abilities, before going back into the kitchen to make another batch of cookies. Even Dominus helped out by delivering orders in a small basket to either the tables outside the bakery or to the nearby homes. Leaving Phoenix alone then and there, but only after the youngling reassured the turbofox that he would be alright. There was no Cybertronian who could come into the back of the bakery without him noticing after all. But then again, Lightlost wasn’t any other Cybertronian. So, Phoenix didn’t notice them, when they entered the bakery and walked straight into the kitchen. Only a small chuckle from the holo-avatar alerted the youngling to their presence, but by then, Lightlost had already placed their servos onto Phoenix’s shoulders. Pressing slightly down, which caused the youngling to supcounsicly make himself smaller while his wings went down in fear. Giving Lightlost even more leeway to loom over the already frightened youngspark and only adding more to his rising stress levels

“Hello there Phoenix.” Said Lightlost softly, as to not startle their little bird any further. But they couldn’t help the gleeful smile forming as they saw how the youngling tensed after hearing his name from them. Looks like their little ‘field trip’ hasn’t erased the memories of his correction. Good, no, perfect. It means that Lightlost still had something to work with and reassured them that Phoenix knew his place. “Do you know how worried I was after the captain and you left me? After you decided to leave me behind? What if something would have happened to you? I couldn’t live with myself, if someone dared to hurt the both of you.” They said, while moving their servos to slowly turn Phoenix around and hug him tightly. Softly patting his helm, while making sure he couldn’t escape the hug. “And just look at the mess you got yourself into, little bird. Do you really think anyone is happy with having you back on Cybertron? I’m sure that there are many who want you gone again. The looks of your customers sure enough prove it.” Lightlost said, as they smiled down at the youngling in their arms. “How about you come with me? I know what’s best for you after all.”

Phoenix didn’t know what came over him. Yes, he was confused. Oh so confused, because he still saw Lightlost as a parent, but at the same time, he couldn’t forget what they had made him go through. But at the same time, he suddenly didn’t feel scared, like he should be. He felt something else. An emotion he couldn’t place. Maybe it was confidence? Or maybe the fear made him go mad, because Phoenix took all his strength together and pushed Lightlost away from him. “NO!” If they thought they could come and take him back, they thought wrong. Phoenix won’t go back, not when he finally was with his mother again. 

Although, the little act of rebellion coming from Phoenix didn’t seem to make them happy. No, Lightlost looked unhappy, maybe even angry. And seeing that, made Phoenix shrink back in fear. 

“No?” Asked Lightlost. “Oh, I see how it is.” They said as they took one step back, but never leaving Phoenix a chance to run from them. “Oh Phoenix, Phoenix, Phoenix. Haven’t we had this talk before? Just because you think you’re so mature now, doesn’t mean that you know everything. But if you think you’re such a grown up mech, then go ahead. Walk out there and  have a talk with them, without this!” Phoenix’s optics widened as he saw Lightlost pull out his old visor. The visor that was taken from him the first time he boarded the Lost Light and one of the only things that has given him some sort of safety from his old crew. “H-how?” Was all the youngling could stutter.

“Do you really think they would tolerate you otherwise? Do you think they would talk with you, if you weren’t wearing this? I have seen their looks, Phoenix. How they stare at you. How they silently judge you. But if you truly feel like you’re more accepted by them than by me, then go ahead. Go out there and see how they treat you. But should you realize that they don’t accept you the way I have, then I won’t say I told you so.” Lightlost said, as they placed the visor into Phoenix’s shaking servos. Watching as the youngling’s optics filled with tears, while he clutched the visor close to his chest. 

And that’s the moment Lightlost decided to leave. Not only because they could see that they managed to do the first step of their plan, but also because the turbofox was returning. And they didn’t want him, nor Rodimus and Tankcrusher to know they were here. Not yet. 

“But if you truly believe that you can live amongst them, put them to the test, Phoenix. But don’t come crying to me, when my words come true.”

“After all, I know what’s best for you.”

[cuppajj]

Hello, Cuppajj!! I just found your Sentient Lost Light AU stuff, and I have some curiosity to certain things about them, since Lost Light holds most the crew dear, it seems.

1.) Does Lost Light hold any negative feeling for anyone besides Getaway? (Like the from the mutiny, or just in general.)

2.) How would LL feel about being graffitied by the crew? And especially if was less than flattering. (Like a really big bright colorful dick-)

3.) Does LL ever become possessive or a little overprotective of any of the crew in particular? (One of them ends up feeling hurt or distressed, and they start shutting the source off, away from them. Trying to play ‘shield’, and protect them.)

4.) If any of the crew were to end up with a little one, how would LL feel? Curious and excited? Or a bit replaced, and suddenly ignored, by him?

Sorry if this was odd, annoying or uncomfortable- I just am so curious how LL would interact/react to such with his beloved crew and captain, especially with sentient LL brainrot now. Hope you have a good day/night, Cup! ^w^

Heyooo heoooo thanks for the questions! I'd be happy to answer all of them for you ^v^

So first things first, the LL is neutral good, so they try to have minimal bias. They look out for their crew, but because they primarily see themself as a vessel for them and little more, they leave all the decision making (even the steering) to them. They also know every one of them has flaws, but cares about them despite it. With that in mind:

1.) LL doesn’t dislike anyone in general; they’re still fond of the rowdier and meaner, though as Lightlost they might not spend time with them. If anything, the only crew member LL grows to dislike is Getaway himself; though it’s not until after he starts committing his atrocities during the mutineers arc, such as letting Sunder cannibalize their own crew and keeping a select few in memory loops. In this case they would’ve subtly attempted to help First Aid and the protectobots escape, but Getaway, aware of the LL’s sentience since the initial mutiny, would’ve forced them into hibernation so they could no longer interfere. They wouldn’t wake up until after Rodimus and the rest of the crew are back on board, and they’re brought back online.

2.) Humored, honestly! Even if the image isn’t savory for most, they know someone will be amused by it, or be appalled (*cough* Magnus *cough*) in a way LL gets a kick out of. They know the graffiti can be washed off or painted over, and it’s not like the current crew are the first to do it to them.

3.) Technically no; they’re certainly not as possessive and overprotective (and involved) as their shattered glass counterpart. They’re healthily protective of everyone on board, though I guess you could say they watch over Rodimus more than most. For example, they may convince him to go rest, only for him to wake up to a glass of warm energon on his nightstand in the morning hours. LL is aware of his struggles long before most of the others, and as the captain, they want him to be as confident and healthy as he can be while in charge! Their same concern extends to Megatron when he becomes co-captain, but they know that he’s more, well, mature. However, as time goes on, they may start playing shield for a few small things, though I don't know what specifically they'd be, but it would be subtlle enough for the crew (or at least all but the ones who know LL is alive) to not notice.

4.) LL would be elated! They've rarely if not ever seen a sparkling before. They wouldn't feel ignored at all, and they'd actually hope that all the attention could be on the little one like they deserve! Oh they'd be so curious and excited, knowing that the little one will grow up, learn lessons, mature... and LL would be sure to help, through Lightlost, in any way they can while the new spark is aboard.

The Lost Light is very selfless, putting others before themself, and nothing makes them happier than serving as a home for hundreds of lives. Even though they believe in being unbiased and neutral toward everyone, they can't help but value their closeness with the little cybertronians that inhabit them.

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Bonus

A little kinda sweet addition to the last part. I actually had this started before I had started 'Empty' lol. I also already have yet another short story for @cuppajj's LL au (not shattered glass this time and also just a one-shot I hope) in the works💀

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“I TOLD YOU TO REPAIR HIM, YOU BLASTED MEDIC!” Starhawk’s voice glitched as he shrieked at Slingarm, “NOT DISASSEMBLE HIM!”

“Calm your jets, Starhawk,” the medic was unphased by the sparkeater’s shrill screaming, “I had to take him apart, there was almost nothing that could be salvaged.”

Hawk hissed through his teeth and glanced at what remained of his prime. He had been reduced to his last original parts, consisting of his head and spark alone.

“Honestly Starhawk,” Slingarm actually looked disappointed as he shook his head, “using the dead to replace his parts? That’s usually only a temporary fix, especially if not done by experienced professionals like myself.”

“I didn’t replace his parts. It was the Lost Light.”

“Ah, that explains it. He would’ve been long dead if you had tried any of this.”

He couldn’t deny that. The lost light wasn’t a licensed doctor, far from it, but the fact that they managed to replace virtually everything in Rodimus was impressive.

Of course Hawk was still more disgusted than impressed.

“So what will you do?” he looked back at the green mech again, “turn him into a sparkeater too?”

“Hah! No,” Slingarm shook his head, “no I don’t have all the resources to make a sparkeater right now. Plus the procedure is honestly a hit or miss in keeping the subject’s consciousness intact. It’s never a guarantee.”

“Oh,” Starhawk blinked. 

“I’ll be honest with you, Starhawk,” Slingarm hummed, for once looking and acting like a proper professional, “this is not going to be an easy fix. It will take a bit of time, and I had to call in small a team to help, because I cannot do this by myself.”

“You… are asking for help?” Hawk again blinked.

“Yes, I’ve contacted some old colleagues of mine. Rodimus is going to need to have a new frame built for him. It must be perfect, functional, and comfortable. He will need to have his brain and spark monitored under the careful eyes of a specialist before, during and after installing him into a new body. It’s a whole process,” Slingarm tapped his chin. Starhawk only nodded quietly, “until they get here, Rodimus will remain in stasis and hooked up to life support. In the meantime that means I can now fix you up.”

“Me?”

“Have you looked at yourself? You’re a mess,” Slingarm grabbed the sparkeater’s arm and pulled him away from the resting remains of Rodimus, “and maybe I can resuscitate you!”

Starhawk stared at him, “is that… possible?”

“Only one way to find out!” Slingarm’s signature mad doctor grin returned, “but given your color and the fact that you’re still fully sentient and in control of your instincts, I have a good feeling about it!”

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Starhawk had to admit, he missed his good looks.

He had been admiring his freshly repaired form for roughly the last hour, and Slingarm was able to bring his spark back online. It was minuscule, and likely wouldn’t ever return to full size, but it being back at all brought a sense of relief.

He was running his fingers over one of his finials, checking for fissures or creases, when he heard voices. Slingarm’s peers must’ve just arrived.

After one last look over, he went to see who the doctor had invited. 

Slingarm was greeting two other mechs. The blue and white one, an Autobot, looked like a skittish individual. He seemed to have a hard time looking directly at his peers, his red eyes constantly flickering down to look at the floor.

Starhawk’s lip curled as he spotted the Decepticon symbol on the second mech. He stood taller than the nervous Autobot, his head held high and wings down. He didn’t look like he was happy to be here either.

“What is a Decepticon doing here?” Hawk made his presence known. Slingarm looked mildly surprised as he turned to face the tall white jet.

“Oh, don’t worry! Quickfix may be a Decepticon, but he is a doctor first and foremost, isn’t that right old friend?”

“Indeed,” Quickfix spoke through his teeth. Starhawk was surprised when the medic returned his glare with twice the aggression, “as much as I despise Rodimus Prime, my job is to save lives. Not end them.”

“Hmm,” one of his secondary wings flicked and he glanced at the second medic, who flinched under his gaze.

Slingarm took that as his cue to introduce him as well, “and that is Kentro. He may not impress you, but he is an expert on the brain module and spark. Rodimus is in very good hands, Starhawk,” he gave the young flier a strong pat on the shoulder.

“I was expecting more,” Hawk admitted. He was not impressed by what he was looking at.

“Please,” Slingarm scoffed, “two extra sets of hands will be more than enough. Now, how about you go feed Gigus while we get started. He’s napping in my quarters.”

He tossed a small container of green liquid to the flier and led the two medics away. Starhawk sighed and shook his head before he went to find the stupid old cat.

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“So? How do you feel?”

Rodimus looked up from his new hands, “I… better, I think?”

Kentro hummed, “can you elaborate? We need to make sure you are comfortable in this new frame.”

“I don’t… feel any pain,” he frowned and flexed his hands, wiggling his fingers and curling them into fists, “it’s weird being able to move again.”

“Yes, I imagine there will be an adjustment period. From what I’ve heard, you have been through a lot.”

The prime simply nodded. Kentro smiled and gave his shoulder a pat, “I’ll leave you be now. Keep your frame moving, but do not exert yourself.”

He nodded again, and the medic left the room. With a long sigh, Rodimus flopped onto his back and raised his arms, continuing to examine his hands, wrists, forearms and so on. The medics did an excellent job replicating his old frame. He had his signature spoiler again and everything.

It was pretty surreal.

He turned his attention when his door slid open and Starhawk stepped in.

“Figured I’d pay a visit now that the old guys are leaving you alone. You’re looking better,” he commented. Rodimus sat up and pretended to not notice the excited wiggle of his secondaries.

“I could say the same for you,” he snorted, “so you’re a sparkeater?”

“Mhm. Crazy, isn’t it?”

“Definitely.”

The two sat in odd silence for a minute.

“It’s funny that you had to threaten my life in order to save me.”

Starhawk laughed, “well it worked, a lot better than I expected.”

“Yeah, and now I get to live with nightmares about you trying to kiss me with half a face,” Rodimus thumped his fist against the flier’s chest with a humorous grin.

“Hey, I never did that!”

“No, but you did bite me, so close enough.”

Hawk shrugged, “just wanted to make sure of something is all.”

“Weirdo,” Rodimus stuck his tongue out, “my merciless killer’s got a soft spot for me!”

He raised his wings, at first in embarrassment, but he grinned and lowered his head to look the smaller mech in the eye, “what can I say? I don’t like giving up what belongs to me.”

“Oh? And what says that you don’t belong to me?” Rodimus mirrored his grin and raised a hand under the jet’s chin, scratching along his jaw.

Starhawk’s smile was replaced by a snarl, but he didn’t pull away. Seemed like he still didn’t like to show how much he enjoyed that, despite the many years they hadn’t been able to show much affection to each other.

Rodimus couldn’t help but laugh.

“What?”

“You’ve hardly changed, have you?” he continued to giggle. Starhawk frowned and lifted his head away from his hand.

“After everything that happened? Of course I have. I died. In some ways, I think you did too.”

Now it was Roddy’s turn to frown, “can we not talk about this? I was just enjoying the moment.”

Starhawk sighed and was about to say more when the door opened again. He looked over his shoulder and spotted Slingarm.

“Starhawk, he’s supposed to be resting,” the old mech raised a brow, “I know you missed him, but the last thing he needs is-”

“I know, I know,” he held his hands up, “I just wanted to check on him. I’ll be going now.”

His lip twitched when one of his wings was grabbed and he looked down at Rodimus.

“I… don’t really want to be alone right now.”

Slingarm narrowed his eyes as he looked between the two. He soon shrugged and raised his hands, “fine, I won’t stop you two lovebirds. But I am serious about the-”

“-We understand, Slingarm,” Starhawk pinched the bridge of his nose, “we’re not stupid.”

The medic backed off, not saying more as the door closed. Though he could be heard snickering as he walked away.

“Annoying old man,” Hawk muttered. His attention went back to the prime when he felt his grip tighten on his wing, “you’re gonna leave dents.”

“Right,” he let go and set his hands over his lap, “sorry.”

Starhawk raised a brow. Rodimus wasn’t really the type to just say ‘sorry’, especially over something minor like grabbing his wing too tightly. Of course that was years ago.

After a moment Rodimus spoke again, “is this real?”

“Pardon?”

“Is this real?” He repeated, gesturing to himself and the room, “it feels like I’m dreaming. I… what if I wake up and I’m back on that chair?”

Starhawk didn’t like the way his chest felt tight, “this is very much real, Rodimus. We really did get away.”

“What if they search for us?” Rodimus’ eyes were growing wide, “do you think they’re looking to get us back?”

That was a question he couldn’t answer with certainty. With a sigh, he sat down next to the worrying prime, “I’d rather die than see you back on that seat. It’s not going to happen, I promise.”

“But-”

“It’s not going to happen!” Hawk snapped. Rodimus flinched and looked down. Ouch. Ouch ouch ouch.

“I’m sorry, Rodimus,” he internally grimaced, “but I am serious when I say you won’t ever be seeing that ship again.”

Rodimus just nodded and slowly leaned against him. By Primus and Unicron, he really had gotten soft.

“If it helps, you now know that your boyfriend is a super dangerous sparkeater,” Hawk cleared his throat and placed his arm around the prime, who let out a short laugh.

“Yeah.”

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Escape

Part 15... You guys don't wanna know how long it took me to write and finish this part of Phoenix's story on board the sentient SG/Lost Light from @cuppajj

Either way. I hope you enjoy this.

Trigger Warning: Manipulation, death of non important characters and a threat of suicide(?)

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It was time. 

It was time for their escape.

It was finally time to leave this ship behind and escape into the stars.

Setting up their escape wasn’t easy though, and one small step could lead to them being stuck on the Lost Light forever. But this was a risk Rodimus was willing to take. 

But first, he should probably recount the steps he needed to take in order to get this far. Yes, that would be for the better, because that way, Rodimus could make sure that everything was going according to plan. 

Now, it all started with the dance session he had with Phoenix and the things that happened afterwards. Rodimus thought that it was a good idea to take the young spark out on a small trip around the Lost Light. Showing him everything the ship had to offer, while disguising it as a thing every captain would do, so that Lightlost wouldn’t ask questions as to why they were walking around.

At first, it was mostly to keep Phoenix’s good spirits up. That way, the youngling could ride on the highway of happiness for a little while longer, before being confronted by the dangers of the Lost Light again. But then it turned into something else as soon as they made it to the hangar. Rodimus completely forgot that there were other ships on the Lost Light. Also, seeing his Rod Pod again after so many years of not thinking about it sure enough made him feel conflicted. On one hand, because Phoenix was silently laughing at the sight of it and on the other, because he wanted to defend his Rod Pod, but he was sure Phoenix would just laugh harder. And that wouldn’t be good for the youngling’s damaged voice box. Sometimes Rodimus truly regrets being as soft as he was with the kid. Back when he was still the feared Rodimus Prime, no one would have laughed in fear he would burn them alive and scatter their ashes over the rusting grounds of a scrapyard. But now? Now he had a laughing youngling to deal with. 

A laughing youngling that almost made him wish Ultra Magnus was still around to lend him a servo, or Rung. No, scratch that. Drift and Ratchet would be better suited to deal with a youngling, despite Ratchet’s questionable reputation. Heck, maybe even Getaway would know how to deal with a youngling that’s laughing at you. He probably even had some kind of experience with that. 

Heh, that thought caused Rodimus to let out a chuckle, before continuing with their little tour. Although he had to soon stop, because Phoenix was running towards one of the bigger ships at the end of the hangar. One that was standing closer to the entrance and… he didn’t know that ship. Now, when he took a good look at some of the ships close to the one Phoenix was running to, most of them weren’t familiar to him. “They must be from those who boarded but never made it out again…” Muttered Rodimus, before he caught up with his little brother. 

But before they could even enter the ship, Thrillchaser came out of the shadows of one of the nearby ships and walked in front of them. Actively cutting the two off from the entrance. Something that made Rodimus mad and ready to show the mech what he thought about him following their every step, but Phoenix stopped him, by grabbing his hands, while looking up at Rodimus with those innocent optics and… Rodimus could feel his anger slightly going away. Damn his soft spot for the youngling and damn Phoenix a little bit too for not knowing that he could do this to him. 

[Can you tell Thrillchaser that I forgot something on the ship?] Asked Phoenix, which caused Rodimus to slightly tilt his head to the side. 

[What did you forget?]

[I can’t tell you… It’s… It’s very personal.]

Rodimus knew that sometimes, personal things shouldn’t be discussed with others. So, he simply nodded before asking Thrillchaser if they could enter the ship. And they could, but the mech was following them inside. At least he was just standing in the entrance and watching Phoenix go through the few boxes and cabinets on the ship. Which left Rodimus to explore  the rest. 

And that’s where he found it. 

A distress signal button and it seemed to work. So, without any second thought, Rodimus pressed it. Without even knowing if anyone would get it and or come to see why a ghost ship was sending out a distress signal of another ship. But he hoped, and that was something he hasn’t done in a long time. 

After all, hope and luck were for fools most of the time, but at that moment, Rodimus hoped he was the biggest fool of them all.

Rodimus would have loved to stay longer on that ship. He needed to know how it operated in order to have a safe escape plan, but Thrillchaser ushered him out as soon as Phoenix was done with his search. And he accepted it, because now it was time to start preparing in secret for their escape. 

The preparations were mostly him telling Phoenix to slowly start putting the most important things into his subspace, or convincing Lightlost that he himself needed some repairs. Considering how much the Lost Light wanted him to stay alive, that was the easiest part. Getting Phoenix to put away his things was harder. Especially the sword. The youngling seemed to not feel safe, if the sword wasn’t resting next to him. Something Rodimus would write up to the trauma Phoenix had to endure and the fear of not being able to defend himself. But, Rodimus managed to convince him to put it away, by pointing out that it would be Phoenix’s subspace. The closest place there could be. 

And then there was the issue with Thrillchaser. That damned mech, Rodimus was sure he could feel something was up. The way he lingered, even after Lightlost went away or the way he stared at Rodimus, as if to dare him to make a move. It was unsettling. He was sure Thrillchaser was waiting for him to slip up. He knew it, but he would not play into the slagger’s servos. No. Rodimus had played this game before, and he wouldn’t be Rodimus Prime if he backed down from a fight. 

Maybe Thrillchaser should even watch out, because even if Phoenix’s presence has changed some things, Rodimus was still the same mech who hunted Decepticons and killed them without any mercy. He even had a list with the names of those he still needed to kill. Granted, most names were already crossed off, but he wasn’t opposed to adding new ones. And Thrillchaser’s name was high on that list. 

Either way, Rodimus shouldn’t waste his time thinking about that mech, not when his plan finally seems to work. After weeks of waiting, a new ship finally boarded the Lost Light, and the mechs and femmes coming on board weren’t even few. No, there were many and the chaos they created was perfect for them to make another attempt at escape. 

So, while the Lost Light and Thrillchaser were busy hunting down the unwanted guests, Rodimus was quick to get Phoenix and run to the hangar. Dodging and avoiding some of the unknown Cybertronians trying to block their path. Some he had to, sadly, kill with one or two blaster shots. Or, at least he let Phoenix in the belief that he was sad about their deaths. In truth, he couldn’t care less about some nameless Cons or Bots dying, because, at least, they get to die a quick death at his servos. While their crew members probably met a painful and slow end in the halls of the Lost Light. If there was one thing he was glad about though was, that he tied a blindfold around Phoenix’s optics before they made their daring escape. The youngling didn’t need to see more energon shed in his young life than he already has.

Eitherway, they made their way towards their escape and while Phoenix, after taking off the blindfold, made the ship ready, Rodimus stood near the entrance to the very small bridge. Watching the youngling fumble around the controles, before a sudden movement in the corner of his optics caught his attention and he quickly shot at the cable trying to attack him. 

“I was wondering when you would show up.” Chuckled Rodimus, as he looked cocky at the appearing holo-avatar of Lightlost. “But you gotta admit, those Cons or Bots running around sure enough are a good distraction.”

“Captain…” Started Lightlost with a patronizing tone and a disappointed look. “Why would you try to leave again? Don’t you know what happened last time?”

Ah, last time. Rodimus could remember that time quite well, but he couldn’t appear weak now. Not when they finally had a chance of leaving. So, he ramped up the cocky act. Even propping up one servo on his hip, while jutting it slightly to the side. “Oh, I remember perfectly. But you should know me, I learn from my mistakes.” He said smugly and put the end of his blaster under his chin. Watching Lightlost going from calm and collected to slightly panicked. 

“Captain, stop, or-”

“Or what? What will you do Lightlost?” Asked Rodimus. “You can’t stop me. ONE wrong move and I’ll shoot my helm off. And you know what that means, right? No more Rodimus Prime. And I am sure that even you can’t restore a damaged processor.” He couldn’t help himself, he had to laugh at Lightlost’s expression. How long has he waited to see the holo-avatar of the Lost Light look, well, lost. 

“And before you even try to use those cables on me, I would ask myself. Can I move faster than a blaster shot?”

They were at a standoff, both of them knew this. Lightlost couldn’t move closer, because of Rodimus’ promise of shooting himself, and Rodimus couldn’t lower the blaster, because, if he did, this would be the end of the road. Phoenix and he would be doomed. Maybe the young spark would have an easier time, because he didn’t plan this escape, or Lightlost would use his brother to punish him. Either way, Rodimus couldn’t back off now. Not when their freedom was on the line. 

“Why would you leave?” Asked Lightlost after a while. “After everything I did to make sure you were safe and nothing could happen to you, you decided to leave me captain? Why? What did I do?”

Rodimus knew that this was a trap. Lightlost was planning something, but at the same time, Phoenix was still working on getting them out of here. So, he had to play into the trap. Something Rodimus didn’t want to do, but seeing how he didn’t have any other choice, he might as well do it. 

And so, he started recounting everything that came to mind as to why he would want to leave the Lost Light behind. From the reason as to why the original crew boarded this vessel, from Lightlost killing his crew, leaving him alive, using their parts to repair him, all the way to what Lightlost did to Phoenix. And every time Rodimus would see a cable trying to inch closer to him, he would press the blaster harder against his chin, while silently daring Lightlost to do something. 

He dared them to do something, to see what happened. He would do it. He would shoot himself right then and there to prove a point. He would shoot himself, if it meant that he finally could escape this nightmare and rest! The things the Lost Light did were something even Rodimus wouldn’t wish upon his greatest enemies. But then he would remember Phoenix. Phoenix who, if he truly shot himself, would probably be at the Lost Light’s mercy. And that thought caused Rodimus to reconsider. 

Something Lightlost saw and tried to use to their advantage. Letting the waiting cables move forwards to get close to Rodimus’ neck and send a paralyzing shock through his body. But the empathies were on ‘tried’, because Phoenix managed to get the ship working and quickly closed the door to the small bridge just in time. Severing the cables Lightlost could control in the process.

Which caused Rodimus to do two things. Laugh into Lightlost’s face and give Phoenix one command that he wanted to say for so long.

“LET’S FUCKING GO!”

Phoenix glared at Rodimus for using a swear word, before turning back to the consoles and making the small ship fly out of the hangar and towards the endless galaxy. 

Only when Rodimus was sure that they were far enough away from the Lost Light, did he drop the blaster and sat down in the captain’s chair. Resting his elbows on his thighs and face in his servos, before letting the tears he’s been keeping in for so long finally fall. 

They made it.

They made it out of there.

THEY MADE IT OUT OF THE NIGHTMARE!

Rodimus felt like thanking Primus and Unicron and whatever deity there was beside those he knew. 

They fragging made it, and Rodimus knew where they would go next. They both were, after all, in bad shape and needed a competent medic to fix them up. 

Luckily for them, he remembered that one mech Ratchet kept on talking about. His ex, if Rodimus remembered correctly. At least, it sounded like that mech was Ratchet’s ex. The way the old medic talked about him made it appear like they were, at one point, together.

“Phoenix, take curse to Delphi.”

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When the bird explored its new nest

I hope you like part three of Phoenix's "adventure" onboard of SG/Lost Light @cuppajj because I sure do. Honestly, I couldn't even wait to get home and write, ever since I brainstormed ideas at work.

Eitherway, I hope anyone who reads this enjoys it! ^^

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“Did you know that we had a medical bay?” Asked Phoenix as he cleaned and polished the unanswering remains of Rodimus Prime. “I didn’t know that! And it was even a big room, like, there was an off room too.” For Phoenix, seeing an actual medical bay with most of the equipment in takt was something straight out of a fairytale. Mostly because the ship of his captain didn’t even have a fully functioning medical bay, let alone a medic who could do his job right. So, imagen the youngling's surprise and pure joy as he found the new room while sweeping the hallway floors. 

“Although… entering was… there were corpses inside…” Phoenix grew quiet as he recalled finding three dead mechs lying inside the medical bay. With one resting on the metal slap, as if they were still waiting for someone to do a much needed surgery, while the other two were in the off room. Leaning against the wall together, holding each other, as if they were afraid anyone could separate them. And that’s how Phoenix left them. Well, he left them mostly untouched, he did clean the room after all. Making sure that everything was as good as new, while snooping around. 

“I mean… ever since I cleaned that ‘Swerve’s Bar’ room, I kind of got used to seeing dead mechs. I have been visiting that room after all, because of all the cool things inside. Also, I can’t walk around the ship without saying hello to the purple bunny man and his tiny friend! And I even found some new stuff behind the counter!” Phoenix couldn’t stop talking about his explorations. Granted, they mostly consisted of him cleaning the ship or running down the halls as fast as he could. He even once somersaulted down a corridor, but he got a stern talking from Lightlost for doing it. “I know where they are coming from. I’m young… I could hurt myself, but I did it! I did it, captain! And… and it… it reminded me of that one time I did my first salto while flying. Mother… she was… she said the same thing as Lightlost back then…”

Phoenix’s grib on the polishing rag grew weak as he thought about his mother. Primus, his mother. What would she say if she saw him now? No wings, disgracing corpses and jumping at the slightest move of a shadow. She would be disappointed. Phoenix was sure she would be disappointed in him. Oh so disappointed. “I… I think she wouldn’t want me back… no… Why would she? I… my crew didn’t like me… they probably told her I died or something… Maybe she will get a new kid. One that isn’t… isn’t…” He didn’t know when the tears started falling, but even if he did, Phoenix couldn’t stop them. Just thinking about his mother thinking the same as everyone else about him broke the younglings spark. “B-but it doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter! As long… As long as she’s happy, I’m happy too. And that’s the most important thing.” 

And with that thought, Phoenix went back to work. Whistling a small tune while making sure Rodimus’ armor would shine as if it was freshly forged, before dropping the rag back in his cleaning-kit box. “Oh! I nearly forgot to show you my newest treasure!” Chirped the youngling as he pulled out a sword from his subspace. Holding it out in front of Rodimus like a little kid showing their favorite person their most precious possession. “Isn’t it cool? I found it in the medical bay, in the off room. You know? One of the two mechs held a similar one in his servo. Kinda like he wanted to protect the grumpy one from something. This one was laying near the door. That’s why I took it with me. I mean, he probably won’t need it…. But should he need it, I will give it back. I swear!” 

Phoenix swung the sword a little bit around. Mimicking a swordsman he once  saw in one of Old Man’s human movies, before walking over to his sleeping space and laying it down next to the other items of his collection. Being extra careful as to not damage anything in the process. After that, he walked back to store away his cleaning-kit box, as a glimmer of something caught his attention. 

“Captain?” Asked the youngling. Maybe it was a trick of the light, but he could have sworn that Rodimus’ optics were glowing brighter than usual, and… did they just move to look at something behind him? Why would he look behind him, when there was nothing-

“Hello little bird. I see you have cleaned our captain today? Didn’t I tell you, you don’t have to do such things?” Asked none other than the mech Phoenix came to call a friend ever since he met him. “I know….” Answered the young spark, as he turned around. Beaming up happily at the older mech. At least he thought that Lightlost was older than him. Most mechs and femmes were older than him after all. “But he’s a captain, right? And a captain should always look his best. You never know when there will be visitors and… call me stupid… but I have the feeling that he likes it?”

“He does? How would you even know if he did or not?” Asked Lightlost as he took a good look at his captain. Softly patting Phoenix on his helm, as he saw how good of a job the young spark did with polishing Rodimus. Although, the second he saw the captain’s slightly brighter eyes resting on him, he grew excited. This was the most alive he’s seen his captain, ever since he started to make sure no-one would ever take him away. 

“Little bird, remember when you told me how much you would love to see the stars again?” This question was strange to Phoenix, but he still nodded “Yes, I remember, why”. “There’s a closet near the MT office that’s in dire need of cleaning.” Said Lightlost. Their optics never leaving those of Rodimus. “If you go now and get done before I manage to get there, I will show you a spot on the ship where you can see the stars beautifully.” This response caused Phoenix to quickly gather his cleaning supplies, before rushing down the hall. After all, he wanted to see stars again, and even if it was only a small glimpse. And Lightlost knew that.

Carefully, as if he was scared a wrong move could destroy the moment, Lightlost kneeled down in front of his captain. Watching him as those red eyes followed his every move. “My dear captain. I never thought I would see the day when you would move again. Even if it’s just your optics.” This was a miracle, it must be. How long has it been since Rodimus did anything? How long has it been since Lightlost could interact with his captain and expect a reaction? How long has it been since Rodimus decided to come out of his mind? For Lightlost, it felt like an eternity. An eternity he hated to spend all alone. Well, he wasn’t all that alone anymore now, was he? Ever since his little bird fell into his arms, he had company again. 

His little bird.

“The youngling is good for you, isn’t he? Is that what you needed? Someone else who talked to you? Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Or… perhaps you have waited for someone special. Either way, now that I know I’m not the only one who likes the little bird, I’ll make sure he will never leave us, captain. Don’t worry, I will keep him safe.” Chuckled Lightlost, as he got up and made his way towards where Phoenix was.

“After all, he’s part of the crew now.”

How long has it been since Rodimus had a clear thought, or cared about what was happening? He can’t remember. And even now the muddling waves of his own memories always threatened to pull him down. After all, it was easier to pretend to be back when it all started. When his crew was alive. When he was still in control of his own fate. When he was… not this thrown together amalgamation of his crew. 

Yes, it was easier to just pretend to be somewhere else and have his memories slowly bury him beneath their crashing waves, but as of lately, something changed. He could feel it in the ship’s field. The Lost Light seemed… happier. Maybe Rodimus would even say they seemed delighted, and after hearing the constant noise of something or someone chirping next to him, he decided to see what changed.

At first, he was blinded by the lights. The last time he opened his optics, the ship was dark. Already moving to trap them forever, but now? There was light and something moving around him. It took all his willpower to concentrate on who was standing in front of him. And when he managed to keep his thoughts together, he couldn’t believe his optics. A young mech who looked like him. Or at least how he looked, before he became… this… 

And as he saw Lightlost appear behind the young spark and heard his words….

Rodimus found it hard to let his memories pull him back under. 

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A trip to the Amusement Park!

Oh, what's this? Part 6 of season 2 of my ongoing story set in the sentient SG/LL au from @cuppajj at the same day I posted part 5? Well, would you believe me if I said that I was very motivated to make two parts today?

Either way, I hope all of you like the boys having some fun and Phoenix finally getting to act like a normal kid.

Trigger Warning: none

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Rodimus was right, Phoenix wasn’t happy about having to leave the first planet behind. In fact, this might have been the first time his little brother had ever glared at him, let alone raised his voice at him for leaving Softstreet and Fungus without ever saying goodbye. But Rodimus could understand it. He could understand Phoenix, and he could understand why his brother was angry at him. Finally, Phoenix had found a place where he could be himself without having to worry about others hating him for looking like Rodimus, and they had to leave. Rodimus didn’t even tell Phoenix why they had to leave. He thought that it would be better if he waited a little while, before revealing that they have been found by Thrillchaser. Especially with Phoenix’s nightmares getting worse with each passing day. 

Ever since the youngling realized that the Stranger and Lightlost were one and the same, Phoenix’s dreams have become one twisted nightmare after the other. If his brother didn't wake up screaming his spark out, he would start crying in his sleep before opening his optics and curling up tightly in Rodimus’ arms. Refusing to go to sleep unless Rodimus promised time and time again that he wouldn’t leave him alone with Lightlost. That he would stay with him. That he wouldn’t let them hurt him again. And Rodimus, despite knowing that he can’t promise these things for sure, still swore on his spark that nothing would ever hurt him ever again. 

This is also why Rodimus decided that the next planet they would land on, was one mostly known as a ‘Decepticon Planet’. It mostly meant that this planet was part of the Decepticon’s faction during the war, despite it housing more neutral Cybertronians than anything else. Either way, Rodimus still put on the cowboy hat and poncho he got from Fungus, and made Phoenix do the same. Even though he knew that this get-up wouldn’t fool anyone, Rodimus still hoped that it would, at least, make them blend in better with the crowd. Most of the neutrals on this planet did wear something similar to human hats and cloaks after all. 

“Roddy? Why are we… here?” Asked Phoenix, after stepping out of their ship for the first time since weeks. The youngling didn’t really feel like going out much anymore, ever  since his nightmares became worse. “And why are we wearing the things Fungus gave us?”

Rodimus smirked as he used his thumb to push up his cowboy hat. “Well, we’re wearing this, because most mechs and femmes on this planet wear hats and cloaks, and I don’t want us to stick out like a turbofox in a Robo-chicken coop.” Dang it, Fungus' speech has infected his processor. Damn that old farm wolf! Either way, he shouldn’t curse that mech. Not when has been the first positive influence in a long time… next to Phoenix. “And we’re here, because I thought that you might like visiting an amusement park.” Said Rodimus, as he grabbed  Phoenix’s servo and started to lead him away from the ship and towards one big shiny gate with many lights on it.

“What's an amusement park?” Asked Phoenix, as he looked up at the prime with that adorably confused face only he could pull off. A look that sent Rodimus squealing internally, while remaining cool and collected on the outside.  “An amusement park,” explained Rodimus, “is something where you go to have fun. It has many different rides, booths, stalls, and other fun things to have, well, fun with. I thought it might help you with taking your mind off of things.” He said, before walking over to the ticket booth and getting two tickets. One for Phoenix and one for him. After that, they entered and Rodimus had to bite back a laugh, as he saw how Phoenix’s eyes widen in pure amazement and wonder.

Sometimes he forgets that Phoenix was still a kid…

“Alright. What do you want to do first? There are some good rides around here. Like this one roller coaster that goes really fast, I think it’s called the Blitzflügel, or there’s that ride called Zero Gravity. That one’s really fast too. Or…” While Rodimus went on with listing off every fast ride in the amusement park, Phoenix let his optics wander. Looking at everything that wasn’t trying to break any speed records, or launching someone into the sky. And the youngling did find the right ride. 

A Merry go Round with Cybertronian animals to ride on and bright lights flashing in rhythm with the music. Overall, it was mesmerizing from the first moment the youngling laid his optics on it. And despite it not being on Rodimus’ list, Phoenix wanted that ride to be his first one. So, he tugged at his brother’s servo, before pointing over to the colorful ride. 

“That one.” Was the only warning Rodimus got, before he was dragged by an excited young spark over to a ride too slow for his own taste. But when he looked down at  Phoenix, while they were waiting in line, and saw the sheer excitement in those optics, while his brother tried his best not to start jumping up and down from excitement, Rodimus found himself accepting his fate. Which meant he was sitting on one of the side benches while watching Phoenix excitedly searching for the right cyber-animal to ride on, choosing a Cyberhorse, and squealing in excitement as soon as the Merry go Round started. And after the ride was over, Phoenix already had set his eyes on the Bumper Boats. And after that ride, it was off to the Scooters. And then, finally, Rodimus managed to convince Phoenix to go on some Roller Coasters with him. 

Although, as soon as they got to the Blitzflügel, Phoenix started to get scared. So much so that Rodimus offered to skip the ride, but the youngling only shook his head at the suggestions. “How about you go on the ride, and I wait here?” Asked Phoenix, before quickly adding. “I won’t move too far away and I’m going to stay out of trouble. I promise!” Rodimus was unsure, but he couldn’t stop Phoenix from pushing him towards the Roller Coaster while pointing out how he sat out theMerry go Round and how it would only be fair if he did the same. So, with a sigh, Rodimus simply nodded and walked towards the Blitzflügel, while Phoenix went and sat down on one of the benches. 

However, the youngling didn’t stay where he was for long. No, he soon enough stood up and took a look at some of the boots and stalls standing in a line. Some had fun games to play, some sold food, and then there was one stall with two manning it. A big one with four arms and a small one with funny things on his shoulders and…. was that a turbofox by his side!

The promise he gave was completely forgotten, as he made his way over to the booth. Pushing himself through the crowd of park visitors, before ending up on the other side and before the booth. Taking a look at the various flyers for a charity supporting victims of the war, before looking at the two mechs and waving. “Hello, can I play with your turbofox?”

Helex was surprised to see someone approach their booth, let alone talk to them. After all, they weren’t as well visited as other booths around the area. Mostly because everyone wanted to do something fun and not be reminded of the war that plagued their race for millions of years. Then again, they did tend to get the attention of some, as soon as they saw Dominus. But usually they would ask what a turbofox was doing here and not if they could play with him. 

“Ehm… I am not sure. He doesn’t like unknown mechs and femmes…” Said the tall cybertronian, as he saw the disappointment slowly settle on the younglings face. At least, he thought he saw it. It was hard to tell with that big hat covering most of his face. “A-ah, but maybe I can interest you in one of our cookies? The Shanix we get from them is used to support various charity organizations.” That seemed to get the kid’s interest, because he was now looking at the various flavors they offered and no longer looking disappointed. “How much Shanix do they cost?” Asked the youngling, to which Helex answered. “Usually as much as someone wants to donate, but we settled on 5 Shanix a box, because some don’t want to give us more than that.” 

“Can I have one box?” Asked the kid, to which Helex nodded and handed over one of the cookies flavors most popular with younger Cybertronians. “Thank you sir! Oh, and here, you can keep the change. Goodbye to the three of you!” Chirped the kid happily before taking the box of cookies from  Helex and placing 100 Shanix down in the open servo. After that, he made his way back through the crowd, while the two members of the DJD suddenly had their servos full with mechs and femmes coming over, after seeing someone buy cookies from them. 

Although, none of them noticed the turbofox raising his head and watching the youngling go back to where he came from. 

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The Blitzflügel was a fast ride, Rodimus had to admit that much, but it wasn't fast enough for him. Or maybe he had put too much faith in a ride he never rode on. Yes, that’s probably it. 

“I think you were right with not going on that ride Phoenix, it wasn’t that… interesting…” Said Rodimus, after sitting down next to Phoenix, but as soon as he saw the box of cookies and his brother happily munching on one of them, he started to trail off. Where did Phoenix manage to get cookies from? Did he miss a stall? One especially made to sell this type of treat? “Well I guess someone was hungry.” Chuckled the prime, as he took the cookie Phoenix handed to him. Eating it slowly while thinking about where they could go next. The Ferris Wheel was an option, but he wanted to keep that for the end. So, that only left the various game booths. Booths he was sure were rigged, but he was Rodimus Prime, he sure could win some of the games.

And he sure couldn’t win any of the games ,and neither could Phoenix. No matter which gaming booth they visited, be it the various ‘Roll a Ball’, ‘Balloon Balls’, ‘Ring a Bottle’, ‘Shoot the Cyber-Duck’ or anything similar to that, both of them just didn’t seem to win. And if he had to see one more smug looking booth operator looking at him after losing his third game, and talking down to Phoenix for being a ‘shitty player’, Rodimus wouldn’t promise not to beat the smugness out of them. Primus and Unicron, he might as well strangle them, until they just handed them the prizes. Maybe then they would finally win something. Either way, they still had to try the claw machines scattered around the amusement park, but none of them seemed to hold any prize his brother liked. Until they came across one machine with plush toys from earth. 

“Roddy… Can I have that one?” Asked Phoenix, as he softly pulled on Rodimus’ servos and pointed over to the big shark laying ontop of all the other plushies. And despite it looking like an easy win, Rodimus still sighed and shook his head. “Sorry, but I don’t think I could get that one. Not with the luck we’ve had with all the other games we tried.”

“Maybe I can help!” Said someone from behind them. And with the voice sounding like one he’s heard before, Rodimus quickly turned around, while pushing Phoenix behind himself.

The prime took one look at the Decepticon before him and groaned internally. Of course it had to be someone from the DJD. Was this Primus or Unicron’s punishment to him for leaving Phoenix alone, while he rode the Blitzflügel? If so, his luck really was walking out on him today. Or, at least partially, because Tesarus didn’t seem to recognize them, well, him. (Rodimus really has to thank Fungus for the cowboy hats and ponchos the next time he sees them.)

“Are you good with claw machines?” Asked Phoenix, as he stepped out from behind Rodimus, before the prime could stop the youngling. “Because I want that big gray and white thing on top of all the other soft looking animals.”

“You want the shark?” Asked Tesarus, before grinning. “Nothing easier than that kiddo!” Said the mech, before putting some Shanix into the machine and trying to get the shark. All the while Rodimus had to explain to Phoenix what a shark was, and Phoenix getting even more excited at the prospect of getting the toy. Although, Phoenix’s excitement turned into disappointment as he saw Tesarus nearly getting the toy, only for it to fall so that its head was laying over the opening where the toy was supposed to fall in and its body still with the rest of the other plushies. 

“Hey, don’t look so down kid. You gotta stay jaw-sitive, because you’ll de-fin-itely get that shark.” Said Tesarus, which caused Phoenix to chuckle and Rodimus to roll his optics. Although, true to the Decepticons words, the youngling did get the shark. Even though it took them some tries. But who was counting, when the youngspark was smiling like a kid on christmas as he hugged the plush shark tightly to his chestplate. Saying a quick, ‘Thank you!’ to Tesarus, while Rodimus quickly pulled him away and towards the exit of the park. 

It was time to go after all, and now that Rodimus knew that the DJD was walking around, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to stay any longer in this park, let alone on this planet. 

And Phoenix was already looking tired. So, they wouldn’t have stayed longer either way. 

While the brothers were walking out of the park and back to where they left their ship, none of them noticed the Turbofox quietly following them. 

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“Kaon?”

“Yes Helex?”

“I don’t want to alarm you… but where is Dominus?”

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Dreams and other things

Honestly, I wasn't sure if I would even write this after the day I had. But, writing for this story gives me enough happiness and sometimes is the highlight of my day. Sooooo...

Yea, part 8 of season 2 from my story set in the sentient SG/LL au from @cuppajj is out.

I hope everyone is going to enjoy this. ^^

Trigger warning: none

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Rodimus hated that turbofox. Ever since he found it yesterday, it just kept on staring at him as if it saw a ghost. Kind of like those Autobots he hunted and that one Decepticon he accidentally saved. What was his name again? Fulcrum? Yes, Rodimus was pretty sure that his name was Fulcrum. But what does it matter? They were already on their way towards the next planet, and the prime made sure that there were no tracks Thrillchaser or the DJD could follow. 

But that also meant he was forced to spend his time together in a room with that damned turbofox. And, apparently, the mut got over his initial shock, because now he was always growling at him whenever Rodimus would even look in his general direction. However, the worst part was that the prime couldn’t even interact with his little brother as long as the turbofox was with him. Whenever Phoenix would be sitting at their table, reading a data-pad or listening to the radio, the turbofox would fix Rodimus with a glare that the prime knew all too well. It was the same glare he had seen on mechs who were accused of treason or those who defected and were caught. 

Now that Rodimus was thinking about it, wasn’t there a mech who was a traitor and had a turbofox alt-mode? But this would surely be too much of a coincidence. Then again, he has seen many things in his life. Many coincidences were among them. Which meant, there could be more than meets the eye with the turbofox his brother picked up.

The prime let out a groan at the mere thought. Of course, his luck had to run out at one point, but why did it have to end now? Why did Primus and Unicron do this to him? Was it because of the things he’s done during the war? Was it because of the Decepticons he’s burned? Was it because he was amongst the Autobots who watched Dominus Ambus being domesticated and did nothing? No matter what it was, Rodimus was sure that the two gods were laughing at him now. And he couldn’t even kill the damned mut. No, not when he swore to never kill anyone, unless there was a reason to do so. And there was no reason. Also, how would Phoenix react to him getting rid of that damned turbofox? 

Not good. Rodimus was sure of it. Phoenix would probably be devastated, if he should ever try anything. Also, hasn’t he already ruined Dominus’ life enough? If this turbofox truly was Dominus Ambus, then Rodimus owed him. And if he wasn’t, his hands were bound either way. Phoenix has taken a liking to him and Rodimus didn’t have the spark to take one of the very few friends the youngling had ever made. Even if it was a defector trapped in the ody of a turbofox.

“I’m really in it now, aren’t I?” Muttered the prime, as he made sure the ship was still on the right course. “What happened to the prime who didn’t care about others? He grew a softspot for a youngspark.”

Rodimus was pulled out of his musing, as he heard the door to the bridge open and close. “Roddy? Do you think that my nightmares might be trying to tell me something?” Asked his brother, as he sat down next to the captain's chair. Holding a data-pad in his servos. 

“How did you come to that conclusion?” Asked the prime as he looked up from the console in front of him and down to the youngling. “Don’t tell me you read something that got you thinking.” After saying that, Rodimus could see how Phoenix averted his optics from his. “W-well….” Muttered the youngling quietly, while his wings slightly shook from embarrassment. “I was reading something, and it says that when two of the three components of yourself are fighting, the third will try to make the wishes of one of the fighting parts true, by either giving you dreams or neuroses. So, it got me thinking. What if my nightmares and fears are my subconscious trying to lessen my fears, or show me what my fears are, so that I could try working on lessening them. But that would also mean for me to take a look at my memories to determine which ones were the cataclysm for my fears. But I don’t want to do that, because I’m scared of remembering the things that happened.”

“Phoenix… give me that data-pad.” Said Rodimus and waited for Phoenix to give him the pad. Which the youngling did, reluctantly. Mostly because he didn’t want his brother to think that he was overthinking again, and also, because that was one of the data-pads he took with him from the Lost Light. Specifically, it was one from Rung’s office. Either way, Rodimus skimmed the text, before letting out a small scoff. Of course, it was one of Froid’s works. “Just because you have nightmares about Lightlost and the Lost Light, doesn’t mean that something is wrong with you, Phoenix.” The prime said, before handing Phoenix the data-pad back. “Do we have to have this talk again? There is nothing wrong with you. You’re fine. Yes, there might be an underlying issue, but it doesn’t mean that it has to do anything with your nightmares.”

“Still…” Muttered Phoenix, which caused Rodimus to let out a soft sigh, before getting up and pulling his brother back to their living space. Pushing the youngling into their dinette and getting something to eat. Pushing one plate towards Phoenix, while sitting down with his own. Never give the turbofox even one glanze. “Eat, you haven’t had anything the whole morning, and you tend to overthink when you’re hungry.” Said the prime and waited until his brother was eating, before starting himself. After that, Rodimus made sure their conversation was stirred towards a more lighthearted topic.

Yes, he knew that avoiding the issue would only work for so long, but Rodimus was no professional. He could help Phoenix hide a body or take out a mech in many different ways, but when it came to a healthy mind? By Primus, Rodimus could need some help himself. So, pushing the issue to the back was the only thing he could do, until they visited a planet housing a psychologist or made their way back to Cybertron. 

“Okay, okay, okay. Seriously, Phoenix, you shame me for my preferences in a partner, but then you come and tell me you had a crush on someone who’s alt-mode was a flower?” Asked Rodimus in between laughter, which was met with an embarrassed screech from Phoenix. “They weren’t a flower! They were a mantis!” Yelled the youngling, while he tried to hide the plush forming on his cheeks. “Their alt-mode was a really cute mantis!” That admission only made Rodimus laugh harder. “So, you’re telling me that you had a crush on an insecticon who could turn into a mantis?”

“Don’t you dare judge me for my crush! My mother liked them!” Phoenix huffed and crossed his arms over his chestplate. Giving Rodimus one of his biggest pouts, which didn’t help the prime calm down. It only added fuel to the fire that was Rodimus’ laughter. 

Although, Rodimus did stop once the turbofox fixed him with a glare that said ‘Continue laughing and I will bite you’ while it jumped up on the bench and sat down next to Phoenix. Yep, he should have left the turbofox behind. Dominus, or not, he was turning out to be worse than Ultra Magnus when it comes to fun. However, once the prime took a good look at his brother, he could see how upset the youngling truly was. Maybe he was taking his teasing a little bit too far. 

“Why don’t you tell me about them?” Asked Rodimus after a while. Getting a suspicious look from Phoenix, before the kid started to talk about his crush. Telling him how they had met, how nice they were and how much fun he had whenever his crush was around. Although, after a while, Phoenix grew quieter, until his words were nothing more than mutters. “But they left. Their creators found another place to live at and I never saw them again… We did keep in contact through comms and such, but they eventually stopped responding… And then I boarded my crew's ship and ended up on the Lost Light.” The youngling sighed, before shaking his head and smiling. “But in their last comm, they told me that they had met a nice mech and started going out with him. So, they are at least happy.”

“And how do you feel about that?” Asked the prime. 

“I’m okay with it. I mean… I knew that they would never want me as a boyfriend. Not with how I look, not that I don’t look good, but they would have been a target for… you know…” Phoenix said with a simple shoulder shrug. “Also, I was happy just being friends with them, because we were the best of friends. And I was happy with just spending time together, because I knew that I wouldn’t be allowed to have more than that. Mother was already getting looks wherever we went together. I didn’t want my only friend to have to go through the same.” Phoenix smiled at the last sentence. “Also, they were one of the few who saw me as me and not you. So, why should I care about that, as long as I get a friend to have fun with.”

Rodimus let out a chuckle. The innocence of this youngling was sometimes just too much. “Well, should you ever find your special someone to spend the rest of your life with, they’ll be the luckiest mech or femme in the whole galaxy.”

“Is that a compliment?” Asked Phoenix with a small smirk on his face. “I didn’t know you were capable of giving them out.”

“Only for your brother, only for you.”

[soundcrusher]

Heh, I did it! It's finished. Getting this done was worth staying up way past my usual bed time. XD

Either way, the Mecha Pilot Au belongs to @cuppajj , I'm just someone who wrote something in it/for it. :3 (Please, let me know if I need to change somehing cuppa. I'm not afraid to re-write some things. ^^)

Also, just so that everyone knows which of my ocs is which: Theron = Thrillchaser (Reg) Robing/Red = Reg!Phoenix Samuel/Snow = Sg!Phoenix Fools Shot = Fools Shot (Reg) Beatrice/Bessie = Tankcrusher (Sg)

So with that out of the way, please enjoy.

Trigger Warning: mentioned character death (?)

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Theron, also known by his mech’s name ‘Thrillchaser’, always knew that his past deeds would catch up with him. After all, someone like him didn’t deserve happiness, or a life outside of fighting. He always knew that. Finding Beatrice and marrying her was something Theron would have never imagen could happen. But there they were, young, well, she was a bit older than him, full of love and ready to move on towards a brighter tomorrow.

And then, after finding a home far away from Cybertron, their happiness grew with the birth of their little twins. Their birth might have been complicated, and the nurses had to drag him away from his beloved and their children a few times, but once he had his sons in his arms, all his worries melted away. They were healthy, despite being so small, and they were here. It almost made Theron feel like all the fights he had joined while working under the Decepticons were worth it.

Although, if he had known what was about to come next, Theron would have probably fought harder to keep Beatrice with him. With their children.

“You know that they need my help.” Was what Beatrice said, as she packed her bag, while Theron was taking her things and putting them back. Telling her how wrong it was for her to go onto a suicide mission, especially now that they had a family.

“Do you really want them to grow up not knowing who their mother is?!” Asked Theron in desperation, as Beatrice zipped her bag up and slung it over her shoulder. “Please. Stay, you know that there’s not much of a chance for you to come back. Don’t they have enough fighters? Don’t they have enough people to chase off those monsters? Please, Bessie, my diamond, please, stay.” The desperation in Theron’s voice only grew, as he grabbed his wife's hand, trying his best to pull her back into the safety of their home. Even though he knew that she was stronger than him. “And if you won’t stay for me then, please, stay for them. They need you Bessie. Please. Robin and Samuel both need you.” But his begging did not help nor sway his love to remain with him and their sons. No, once Beatrice made up her mind, there was hardly anything holding her back. Especially if it involved protecting her family.

So, with one sad smile, she leaned down to give Theron one final kiss, before leaving their home for good. Never once looking back at him and the tears he shed.

Since then, every evening following her departure, when work was done and his sons were sleeping soundly in their bed, Theron would sit on the porch. Softly strumming his guitar as he waited for Beatrice to come back. Hoping and praying to Primus that she would make it back home. That she would return to them safe and sound, and that no-one would ever take her away from them.

But he always knew that happiness wasn’t something he was ever allowed to have.

Theron could still remember the day when he received the letter. He was so excited to hear news from his wife, that he didn’t realize his sons were coming in. The letter and its possible good news got all his attention, although, after reading it, the world started to spin around him. He could distinctly remember Red and Snow calling out for him, before rushing over to catch his swaying form, or at least try to. And as his knees hit the ground, he pulled them closer. Hugging them tightly, as if he was scared they would leave him too.

“She won’t come back… She won’t…” Was all Theron could mutter for a while. And as his sons asked him what he meant, he found himself forced to explain to them what ‘Missing in Action’ means and how unlikely it was for Beatrice to come back.

They understood, at least Theron thought they did, and life went on as if nothing happened. The only thing that changed though was that Theron no-longer waited outside for Beatrice to come back. No, after getting the news about his wife, he decided that there was no use in waiting for her return. So, he spent the time with his sons. Teaching them everything he knew, which also included Mecha piloting. Was it wrong? Yes, especially if you consider that his sons weren’t even ten when he showed them how to pilot his mech, but what was he supposed to do? He has always been weak for their big pleading eyes and their trembling lips. So, he would take them into his Cavalier, place them on his lap, and show them how he was piloting Thrillchase.

Looking back at it, he probably shouldn’t have done that. Because once they were ten, they came running to him during work. Telling him about the mech they have found in the back of Fools Shot’s scrapyard, before they were looking at him with that look Theron knew all too well. They wanted to keep the Trooper Class mech.

“It belongs to Fools Shot, and I can’t just give you things that are on my boss’ scrapyard.” Started Theron, hoping that his sons would drop the topic. But Red only looked at him, before running towards Fools Shot and asking him about the mech. Snow stayed behind with him though. Whispering a quiet “Sorry”, while clutching his working overalls in his smaller hands. And Theron couldn’t help the soft sigh escaping him, as he ran a gloved hand over Snow’s hair. Telling him that it was okay, before looking over to Red, who was running towards him with a bright smile. “We can have him!” Cheered the older twin, as he grabbed Theron’s hand and pulled him to where the mech was. “Fools Shot said we can have him! He even offered to help us repair him! Isn’t that great dad? Soon enough we can be true pilots, just like you!”

Theron should have put his foot down on this day. Maybe then the incidents to come wouldn’t have happened, but he was just one man, and a single father at that. A father, who hasn’t seen his sons this excited ever since he told them that their mother wasn’t coming back. A father, who was taken back at how much Snow was talking and how much Red was smiling, as soon as they were by the mech. And a father who, in the end, wanted his sons to be happy. So, he reluctantly let them keep the mech. He even helped them and Fools Shot repair it.

And as his sons were thirteen, the mech was done. They had to completely rework his insides to better fit two pilots, and the outside. Red and Snow were very adamant on how they wanted their mech to fly, just like his. “It would give us a better advantage over the bigger mechs.” Was what Snow said, and Theron had to agree. A Trooper Class mech might be taller than a regular one, but it was still smaller than the other classes. So, Fools Shot somehow managed to make the mech fly. And then, it was Theron’s turn to teach his sons how to pilot their own mech. Which he was quick to regret, after finding out that his sons got into a fight with another pilot. A pilot known as Runningway, and who participated in some questionable practices. The worst part though was that he got very close to killing his sons during their first fight.

Emphasis on 'close', because Snow, somehow, managed to take Runningway by surprise and get him back out of their mech, while Red quickly scrambled back into his seat and made sure their retreat was fast. And when Theron asked his sons about how they managed to get away, Snow looked at him and simply shook his head. It was only later that Red told him what happened.

They were both sitting on the porch, with him softly strumming his guitar and Red wrapped up and clutching one of the quill blankets Beatrice made for the twins. Or, at least she tried making one. It turned out a little wonky. "It was a good idea to have our seats back to back… Sammy was completely hidden from Runningway." Was what his older son said after a while. "He didn't see him coming, when he wacked him with the steel chair… And then I kicked him, like you showed me papa. I… didn't think we would make it…” Muttered his son quietly. “If Sammy didn’t… if he hadn’t… It was my fault. I aggravated Runningway. I nearly… I nearly got Sammy…. I nearly got him killed! Papa! I nearly got my brother killed!”

Theron stopped strumming. His son was wrong. Robin was wrong with thinking that the fight was his fault. And so, Theron put his guitar to the side, before wrapping his arms around Red. Guiding his crying son’s head to where his heart was, while softly running a hand through his hair. “It wasn’t your fault. Robin. Pilots like Runningway don’t pick fights because you aggravated them. Yes, it may play a part, but they usually do it, because they have a fragile ego. They NEED the feeling of being in control. They NEED the rush of hurting someone weaker than them, because they NEED to know, they need the feeling of superiority, and they NEED to know they’re in control of life and death, because their ego starts to crack and hurt, as soon as you prove them wrong. You didn’t hurt him as much as he hurt you physically, but the knowledge of you two surviving has left cracks where it hurts. Runningway will ALWAYS remember this, because he was bested by two thirteen year olds who haven’t been piloting as long as he has.” Theron softly lifted his son’s head up, to wipe away his tears, while smiling proudly down at Red. Taking away his guilt for at least one moment, before his face scrunched up to portray the fear the older twin was feeling way down in his heart.

“But what if… what if there’s a pilot who will come close to killing us?” Asked Red.

And Theron only smiled down at his son and shook his head with a smile on his lips. “You’re forgetting something. If there truly is someone out there, who will try to hurt you, dare I say even attempt to kill you, they will have to go through me first. Even if it kills me.”

There was still an unsure expression on Red’s face, as he stared up at his father. Not because Theron wasn’t a capable fighter or pilot, but rather because the thought of losing his father was one that didn’t cross his mind. And Theron, knowing both of his sons well, could read Red’s expression like a book. So, he pointed up at the night sky. “See those stars?”

“Yes?”

“Every last one of those, are the souls and sparks of pilots and mechs who died. Be it in the war, in a battle, or because their time has simply come. And do you know why they are up there?” Asked Theron, to which his son simply shook his head. “Well, they’re up there, to watch over us. To guide us and when we need it, they will send a light to help us. Sometimes, the light may take their time to reach us, because they’re lost too. But in the end, they will find us. They will always find us…”

“Why are you telling me this papa?” Asked Red, which caused Theron to chuckled sadly, as he looked down at his son. A sad smile gracing his lips. “Because, one day, I will join them. I won’t always be there for the both of you, but I want you to know that I’ll always watch over you… And when you miss me the most, all you have to do is look for the brightest star.” Theron said, before looking back at their home. “… But I think we can worry about that, when the two of you are a little older. Come, I think it’s time for you to get some sleep too. Can’t have you falling asleep during our piloting lessons.” Theron smirked down at his son, which was met with a slightly unsure smirk from Red. His son was still processing his words and trying to figure out what he’s supposed to do with them. But Theron didn’t mind. He was sure that Red was clever enough to figure it out.

And as the two entered their home, and Theron made sure Red was going to bed and Snow was still sleeping, the future looked as bright as the shining stars of the night sky.

At least, it was bright for two years.

Theron knew something was wrong when he went to work that day. Snow, Red, and their Trooper, who they called ‘Phoenix’, were missing that morning. “They probably went out to that natural cliff side to train some more…” Was what he told himself, after looking around the house just in case he missed a note. But even with that reassurement, he still felt like something bad was going to happen. And Theron was proven right the second one of their customers walked into their repair shop and said that they saw a Commander Class mech roaming around the planet. Something that was quite unusual to see around here, considering that most didn’t even bother coming here. Unless they were looking for some spare parts or trying to run away from the law. Theron wasn’t interested in the news though, because everyone had their reasons to come here, until he heard the rough description of the mech.

Only then did his blood slowly freeze in his veins, as he put one and one together. He knew that mech, hardly anyone didn’t, and he knew the pilot.

He knew what that pilot did to others, and his kids were out there.

Everyone looked at him strangely when Theron threw down his welding equipment, but he didn’t care. No, all he cared about was finding his kids before anything bad could happen. Not even Fools Shot’s frantic yells and calls could stop him from rushing out of the workshop, towards his home, and into the shed where he kept his Cavalier. And after suiting up, Thrillchaser was already on his way.

However when he found Phoenix, he was already pinned against a cliff by Overlord. That wasn’t what brought Theron’s blood to boil in anger though. No. It was the hole cut into the Trooper and the faint but frantic calls and screams of terror from Red that made him even rush faster towards the fight. And with one loud angry scream that echoed through the cliffs surrounding their “arena”, Thrillchaser attacked the much larger mech with all he got in the hopes of luring Overlord out of the cockpit to come and fight him.

And it worked! Theron doesn’t know how, maybe Primus was finally smiling down upon him, but it worked! His sons were safed, at least, for now, but did it really matter? He doubted that Overlord would be able to find them any time soon. At least, he hoped so as he fought a losing battle. And hey, didn’t this also mean that his kids won this fight, because they survived?

That thought alone caused Theron to laugh, even as his mech was pinned down and cut open by none other than his opponent. Although, even as he was hoisted into the air by his throat, Theron did not once stop laughing or smiling. No, on the contrary, he only smirked down at Overlord with the knowledge that this monster wasn’t able to kill his sons.

“You look quite happy to die.”

Theron let out another barking laugh at that statement, before it was cut short by a cough. “Oh, it’s not my death I’m laughing at, it’s you.”

“Me?”

“Yes… Because the big and bad Overlord was just bested by two sixteen year olds in an old Trooper mech…” Was all Theron got out, before it became hard to breathe. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that to someone who was crushing his windpipe, but he has never been someone who simply caved underneath a monster. Not even one like Overlord. Also, his expression was just too hilarious.

“They didn’t ‘best’ me. They only got lucky, nothing more.”

“Y-yea…. tell y… your… yourself that…. B-Because we… both know… they won… They survived… they survived you… they made it… Over…lord… you lost the fight… because… they survived...they won… thee round...” Damn, it was getting hard to say anything,let alone come up with a good comeback. Is this how it feels to die?

“… There’s always a second round.” Were the last words Theron heard, before he felt a sharp pain pierce his body.

Yea, this is definitely how dying feels like.