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: ̗̀➛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 1: ꜰʟʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜰᴏɢ

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ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Awakened after the fall of Iacon--four weeks after, Silversong finds herself in a new environment, spared from a trip to the Allspark. Here she laid in her recovery confused, and alone. Where is D-16? Where is Sentinel Prime?? And what has happened since?...

■ ᴛᴀɢꜱ/ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: OC x Canon, post-canon, pre-established relationship, a lotta mentions of background OC characters, mentions of violence, graphic stuff (explicitly: a bot losing their legs, getting crushed alive, nearly dying, etc...), D-16 and Sentinel Prime are mentioned (but not actively in the chapter), angst, hurt/comfort

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ׂ╰┈➤ A/N (if needed): Hii, this one was a bit hard to churn out given my initial reluctance but I managed to push forward and plonk! Here it is! Please lmk what else I should tag, I'm still getting back in the groove of writing. Reblogs and any comments are hella appreciated, I've been loving some of the responses on Ao3 <33

I appreciate ygs sm!

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Silversong was never one to be attuned to battle, she never had a fighting spark, not in the way that relied on blazing guns, blades, or fists. Her body crafted and forged like all others, for self-defense, and yet she found her weaponries lying on the tip of her metal tongue.

Words her were strongest suit and when they grew dull,

She was left weakened. Exposed, until someone else came to save her from the consequences of her determined, naive spirit. And yet, here she laid with no savior.

Crashed, beneath weighted rubble of golden pillars that slowly lost their luxurious touch into now becoming a burdening weight on her back, crushing her beneath stacks of stone that made for an uncomfortable cushion.

She was standing beside D-16 for a moment, attempting to harbor that same rage he held for the traitorous face they both once praised--worshipped. And although her emotions paved the right path, the world told her--told it to her true and painfully so.

That she wasn't meant for this battle, never was, and should never have intervened.

And they told it to her in the shape of Sentinel's reaching servo as it grabbed her from the air when she hurled herself towards him in a feeble attempt to tackle him off of D-16. She felt his digits seize to her chassis, digits mercilessly locking to the nooks and crannies of her armor, burying the blunt digits between to demand space for himself, to steal himself some purchase in her armor. The metal squealed sharply, causing a sharp wince to exit from her.

An unimpressed expression washed over his features and he tilted his helm mockingly, examining her like some special "bug" he found beneath the sole of his pede.

And like a bug, he flicked her away.

Without a mocking speech, without an arrogant quip—he pitched her away from her intended target, straight into a double set of pillars that crumbled as did she.

She never knew a need for oxygen, nor a breath, but for a moment. She could've sworn she was left gasping and choking for something she's never prayed for, struggling for life as a sickening creak of metal along her back rung loudly in her audial receptors.

Her intervention to a battle far out of her range bit hard at her with its consequences, with fate's teeth snapping down upon her in the threat of tearing her into two.

Her body thrown aside, her feather light frame—made for flying and dancing, speed and performance—now became her most consequential asset.

She could feel her body bend in places it shouldn't have. The screech of metal and steel began to adjoin her agonizing chorus of a weakened cry of pain that cut too soon.

Her optics were pried open out of discomfort, only to watch in horror once the ceiling fell from a stray blast. She screamed, hastily tucking herself further into the shelter she's made before it became her coffin. Silversong could hear D-16 scream, digits outstretched while he laid weakened beneath Sentinel's overbearing pede in the final moments of light.

"Silversong—!"

—and then, her world had gone black... Hopelessly squashed beneath rubble and debris, and sent to the Allspark without falter. No final breaths, no goodbye.

She didn't even get to feel the briefest sliver of relief, nor a chance to even bear hope that her servo would've somehow managed to reach D-16's.

Perhaps, it would've been nice to have believed she had a chance to feel the warmth of his palm in hers. Just one last time...

At least, that's what she remembered her last moments to be. Cold, trapped beneath and becoming nothing but collateral.

Succumbing to the darkness, blanketed by dust and stone, atop a pillow made of the ceiling and ground beneath. She was sure to have died there, nearly certain of it.

. . .

Yet, now as her optics came online for the briefest of moments. Her world changed, a new perspective was painted for her.

With a soft ringing in her audials, she awoke to the sound. Her processor buzzing sharply to keep her online for a moment, to urge her to see this new picture that lay before her.

She was staring at a new palette, gold pieces decorated the ground in various shapes—armor maybe or pieces from the walls, spilt energon not of her own that came steadily from the small fountain of an armless soldier, and the reflection of her weakened state mirroring off the plating of another unfortunate death tracker who shared the same space she did, providing... A strange sense of comfort—company, in replacement of lonesome dread.

Her processor felt fuzzy, faintly buzzing on and off again. Her systems fighting to keep her alive despite all odds.

Her optic-lids felt heavy again and when she blinked,

She was blinded by white fluorescent lights that washed over her in waves and chatter—so much chatter, and distant muffled noises of agony, sorrow...

Who knew her travel to the Allspark would feel so... Crowded, painful, and sound so... Frantic?

Someone called for her, a hazy cry from afar that grew softer and softer while she was pulled from consciousness again.

It felt like a hand was guiding her away from the voice. She felt like a sparkling again, watching a star flicker from afar—or maybe it was never a star at all.

The spark of a wire in a dark alley, the pull of her sisters' servo adjoining both her own. She could hear their voices now as her siblings urged, "Come on! Creator's waitin' on back home!—"

Silversong lazily nodded, her helm swaying to the side as the overbearing light above became too much for her optics. Slowly, but surely she gave in and fled her mind once more to chase after her sisters, fleeing from consciousness. Her optics had gone offline with a gentle flicker.

One.

Two.

Three—

. . .

"-BZZZT—!!"

Every nerve and part of her form was suddenly lit with life, a volt of electricity flooded her frame and she jolted awake. A sharp gasp tore through her throat and she sat up abruptly, only to let out a pained cry. Her body was restored enough to feel the ache and dull pain in every wiring, the sensation leaving her processor to sting uncomfortably along with the rest of her body. Her optics barely managed to adjust enough to make out the blurs that hurriedly pushed her back down onto the flat surface, from what she could feel was, a medical table. Her ventilations kicked in, panic settling into the front seat of her mind and she rolled her helm around, shaking it to clear her vision, "Where-Where am I? What is this!?..." She bleated, lost and confused, moving her arms to grasp at her visually incomprehensible "attackers".

The internal cries of her body resumed, helpless grunts and short screams escaped her. A set of gentle yet firm hands tried to keep her down, their voices coming out in distant bursts of white noise and a verbal mess.

Her spark drummed against her chassis, her optics shot open once again to search the room. Machinery, medical instruments, and all sorts of wiring were hooked up into her and she watched as a diagnostics screen nearby jumped a sharp beep or two at her rising spark-rate. The sharp strokes forming mountains and dipping to low trenches, reflecting back in her eyes.

Her chassis raised and fell rapidly, then a sharp needle struck her chamber as if the very air carried shards. She swallowed a gulp of air and this invisible dagger tried to spear its way out of the cage of her body. She let out a loud wince, forcing herself to lie back against the table.

The blurs slowly took shape, forming into the faces of strangers that cooed and coaxed her to relax, but paired with the awkward feeling of their palms keeping her pinned to the cold, steel table proved to be less than comforting. She wanted nothing more than to arch and shudder.

"Please, stay down," One of them pleaded, though it came out more automatic—robotic even, ironically enough, "You've been severely damaged and it is highly encouraged if you just try to calm down and relax, please," They said, amidst her attempts to shift for a more comfortable resting position.

She was still left partially weakened, attempting to move her legs to further support herself up, but as she tried to kick. She could feel... Something, yet nothing at all.

Silversong stopped her movements, slowly settling again to ease the grasping servos that clung to her, a breath of relief was caught in the air.

Her gaze raised up to the ceiling, avoiding the white light that threatened to blind out her optics, remaining still. The medical-aid bots eased back for a moment, gradually explaining whilst she shifted slowly, trying to move again—steadily this time, to not spring the hands dead-set on pinning her back down, "You're in the Iacon Medbay. You were brought in after the attack on Iacon Tower," They reported, whilst Silversong tried to move her leg again, slowly this time, lifting it up to view. Her optics adjusted in the meantime.

When had her legs felt so light?

When did her body feel so... Free?

No.

Free wasn't the right word. It felt odd—off, something was unnaturally wrong yet she could not figure out what it was.

She tried to twist her frame, much against the suggestions of the nurse bots who tried urging her not to strain herself—to rest and lie but the uncomfortable feeling that something was amiss would not leave her. Curiosity buried its claws into the very top of her processor and she just couldn't let go, nor would it–of her.

In pursuit of her curiosity, and against the better judgement. She turned on her side with a groan and focused her optics in traversing down her body to her-

Her legs.

They were prominently absent from the knee-half down, cleaved off with nothing but ghostly presences to substitute its place. She was left with nubs, uselessly swinging one of them up and down, to and fro to examine the mobility.

She tried not to panic, desperately, but her body was already racing off without her before her processor could even hold to the thought. Her legs were gone—not entirely—but having one-half of each side of her—usually whole—legs as a remainder did not bring her any solace whatsoever.

Her optics shrank and she hastily tried to further sit up—to straighten herself out, or to move away from the scene altogether, stretching back as far as she could. Her spark drummed loudly against her chassis as her faceplate remained frozen in shock.

"o-oh..." She shakily whispered. Her processor was a mess, strings of curiosity latched to one side of her mind and downright, dreadful, fear gripped the other side, pulling her apart steadily by the seams. Silversong was almost internally grateful for whatever pain-numbing, pacifier of a code was running through her systems right now. She glanced steadily over to the wires hooked into her arm.

Luckily, there was no pain, despite all else numbly traversing through her body, like a ghostly sensation of a burn she found no real threat nor energy to spare in reacting to.

She finally looked up to the medibot assistances, one left to patch in for someone to come to the room while the other remained on standby.

"What... What happened to me?" Silversong began steadily, swallowing hard, "How did I end up like this? Where is..." Her self-preservation wavered for a moment, and the only thing she could jog from her memory just right before the crash, was Sentinel and D-16 battling it out.

... D-16!

She pursued to her concern and hastily inquired, "W-Where's Dee... D-16. Where's D-16??" She asked, as the bots gave her confused looks, sparing a glance at each other, tensing once she leaned forth—sparking fear in the medical-aid bot at the possibility of her falling off, "Have you seen a mining bot anywhere named 'D-16'?" Silversong pushed, her optical ridges knitting into the other, "H-He's got yellow optics, and-and..."

Silversong shook her helm, having to remember the newer version of him, "-and a silverish color scheme, a bit of red on 'em, black, a roundish top helm with... angular..." Her description slowly lost its confidence once she saw the continuous expression on their face, lost in not her description, but simply unknown altogether on what—or even who she was talking about.

It pained her to see this look again, and she swallowed hard. She let out a weak, "... No?... Nothing?"

Their prolonged silence and shaken helms gave her an unsettling feeling of confirmation.

She gripped the edges of the table. The nurses exchanged glances at each other, and only one gave a shook of her helm as the other strode to her side, laying their servos carefully on her arm to urge her back to lying down. Silversong tensed briefly, but nonetheless cooperated, taking a deep, steady breath. Their voice filled the closing space between whilst she was getting settled, "I'm... Not sure we have D-16 in the medical bay," They whispered, shaking their helm, "... But I can check for you if you'd like." One of the medical-aid bots offered.

Silversong contemplated for the moment, it'd be a start. The femme took a prolonged inhale and nodded, before shooting off her next inquiry, "... Then do you perhaps know where Sentinel Prime is?" She asked, quietly. For a moment, she bit her inner cheek–wondering for a split-second if she'd been too quiet or sounded too aggressive, and yet. The looks on their features almost appeared as though she screamed the very name at them.

The bots froze in place, one stiffened and the other stepped back—whether from the question she bore or from the mere provocation that came with such an utterance of the designation.

They gazed to one another, sharing a silent exchange, quietly mouthing off to the others too hastily for her to catch a thing that was flying between them. It grew vastly awkward for her to sit and lie in silence, so she nervously ached—to ask and pry.

Yet before she could ask any further. Her parted lips remained open, and no word escaped her as another voice spoke in her turn, "Easy now, Silversong. Everything's okay,"

In a desperation for a sense of familiarity, she whipped her helm to the other side to the voice, having spotted a recognizable face. The heavy burden and dread that gnawed at her, began to recede. The weight nearly disappearing right off her pauldrons. Her optics brightened, life restored from within and her features softened, "Sire..."

Razorcase stepped in through the doorway, looking towards the other nurse-bots for the moment as he quietly mouthed, "could you give us a moment?"

Without further command, they nodded, slipping out in a single file line, servos tucked before them to go attend to other matters. The doors automatically closed off behind them with a quiet hiss, and by then. Silversong finally bore a moment to let out a sigh of relief as Razorcase approached her. She lazily stretched her arms out and welcomed his frame against her own.

Her body was nearly freezing from being housed in the medical room for so long. She wasn't even certain how long it had been since she'd arrive, or how long she'd been at rest, but one thing was for certain. It was good to finally recognize someone.

Silversong pulled back and tilted her helm, her gaze of relief steadily melting away into a woeful expression. Perhaps Razorcase would know what was going on, "Sire, what's... What's happened?" She began, "Where is... Where is everyone? Anyone? What happened?? Why am I..."

Their gazes followed back down her legs, or lack thereof.

She swallowed the tension in her throat again and Razorcase sighed, guiding her face back to his. He plastered a soft smile, laying his digits flat against the side of her head, concealing her gaze from straying too far back.

"Hey-Hey, just look at me right now, okay? Just- pay attention to me, okay. Don't look," Razorcase plead, cradling her faceplate.

In turn, Silversong meekly nodded, sparingly glancing at his digits that narrowed her view back to him before focusing as he sighed and gazed around the room. Upon finding a suitable chair of sorts nearby. He kept a hand on her cheek and stretched out his arm and digits as far as he could touch, grazing the stool with his fingers before coaxing it on over to sit upon. He drew closely once again to Silversong as he began to speak up and answer back on her previous questions; one of them at least.

"For starters, you were recovered from Sen-" He paused, disposing the name off his glossa, "Iacon Tower, you were recovered from Iacon Tower after the big attack. You were-" He sat back and watched his daughter sit up to listen further.

He struggled for a moment before holding out his servos to animatedly gesture to each word, to paint an empty picture in the air, "supposedly, you were found crushed beneath a couple bits of rubble, and debris. Someone pulled you out from the wreckage while sifting through the mess to attend to any of the injured caught in the crossfire," He laid his hands back to his knees and continued on, "Your sister found you amidst the wreckage and-"

At that, Silversong stiffened and instead of gratitude a stroke of distaste settled on her glossa. She let out a pronounced echo of the designation—the answer was hardwired into her very veins, "... Sunblitz?"

Unaware, Razorcase nodded, his audial finials flicking shortly, "yes, she's at home right now. All of us are a little shaken up at the moment from all that's happened," He hummed. And he would've continued on, explaining how worried sick her family had been for her absence, her disappearance and for their near loss.

But at the moment, Silversong's mind grew steadily vacant while she began to roll back into the depths of her mind, nodding emptily without a thought. Her internal thoughts began to war on in the back of her mind.

Silversong slowly curled her servos into fists, laying them onto the table she rested upon. Her expression fought not to scowl.

She didn't necessarily see to Sunblitz as a personal savior of sorts, gratitude lay last on the back of her tongue of the multitude of things she wished to say, to ask, to even scream at her sister. Had she had returned to Iacon earlier than she did, had she not gone at all with D-16, Orion, and the others, maybe once she would've leapt at her sister and sobbed with joy for being saved but, now where her mind laid. There was a twisted feeling in her spark that lay pronounced, weighing in on the vines and tangled circuitry, pulling inwards on herself and threatening to choke her like a vice.

She closed her optics for a moment and pushed back into the depth of her memory core.

✦ ✦ ✦

"No, no, no! Let—go of me! They're going to kill them! He's going to kill them, Sunblitz!" She cried, furiously kicking her legs and squirming as Sunblitz hauled her off as if she was no better than a sack of powder over her shoulder. She was being treated like a child—a stubborn child who would not leave nor obey and nothing but fear and anger filled her systems.

She could see the golden gates shrinking further and further before they turned a corner, and Silversong furiously tried to break free from her sister's claw as it caught on her back to secure her in place.

Her sobs filled the hallways, and she stretched her arms out, twisting and writhing without the fear to fall, so long as she had a mere inkling that it would provide her an opportunity to escape, "Why aren't you listening to me—!?" She wept loudly, voice shrill, "He's going to kill them! We have to stop him, please. Listen to me! Sunblitz—!!"

With every struggle and helpless push to pry herself from her eldest's unyielding grip, Sunblitz gritted her dentas at the squirming. She subtly quickened her pace and adjusted her grip to secure Silversong more properly. Sunblitz needed to evacuate Silversong off the premise, immediately.

The last thing Sunblitz wanted to do at the moment was to have Silversong run back just to get herself shot down the moment those doors opened, but she'd hardly doubt even with such an explanation. Silversong would merely brush it aside to run headfirst back anyways, even more proudly with a sign strapped to her that said "shoot me" above all else.

Sunblitz's patience wore thin and her frustrations rose amidst the other conflicting feelings that whirled through her mind, fighting—albeit in a limited manner—to keep her sister still, "Stop- moving!"

In response? Silversong persisted, flailing and kicking- screaming out in frustration between broken cries. Sunblitz scrunched her expression. She could've sworn her audial receptors were nearly blown out from the noise and briefly paused in her steps to get a better handle on her.

Sunblitz gasped and hastily raised a servo to block the knee that nearly struck her in the nose, grunting with frustration, "I—ugh—this is for your own good, Silversong. If you go back there, you're going to die!" She expressed firmly, reluctant to gripping her any tighter in fear of her claws damaging the metal of her back.

As a result of her fear, Sunblitz was nearly struck again in the faceplate with Silversong's knee, hastily blocking it once more and nearly dropping her.

Silversong grunted and continued to fight back, protesting as she furiously wiped her optics, "but they're in there, Sunblitz! Why are you doing this!?" She said, curling her servos into fists and slamming it down onto Sunblitz's back, "Sentinel Prime is going to kill them, he's going to kill them like he did the Primes!"

Sunblitz stiffened, nearly dropping Silversong down onto her pedes to look at her sister for such a confession, throwing her gaze over her shoulder. Her optics were blown wide to the skies at such a critical accusation, or perhaps. It had been a truth too devastating, nearly disrupting her processor workings entirely.

Sunblitz breathed and looked to her lost gaze, searching for the lies in the coolant droplets spilling down Silversong's face. In return, Silversong had her own discoveries when she held Sunblitz's gase, her lips pursing.

You didn't know, she thought,

But regardless, she took to the distraction and shook her helm raising it to knee Sunblitz in the nose as she let out a loud, "ACK!-"

Successfully, Silversong was dropped to her knees and the flier attempted to rush past but Sunblitz servo seized around her wrist; the other covering her now bleeding nose. She reeled Silversong back in, forcing her confusion away to prioritize bringing Silversong home, away from the danger she was looking to dive straight into, "I can't let you go back!" Sunblitz said, eyeing at the frantic femme who tried to pry open her digits.

Silversong cried out again, "But Dee's in there!" She screamed.

Not a single budge.

"I can't have you going back in there, this is for your own good!" She chastised, attempting to resume her steps, now flinching as the sounds of Silversong's pedes firmly planted into the ground began to echo across the corridor in metallic screeches that joined her protesting wails.

"What good?!" She wiped her tears with the back of her servo and stomped into the ground firmly to find a position of purchase, something that'd catch her pede to stop the harsh dragging, "You're going to let a room full of people- a-a bunch of the royal High Guard, betrayed by Sentinel Prime, abandoned by Sentinel Prime—die!?" "He's going to publically execute them all! He's going to publically execute my conjunx!" She urged, why wasn't Sunblitz understanding this?!

She kept pleading with Sunblitz as she hoped Sunblitz would falter, to listen and heed her plea.

Yet, she looked up to meet Sunblitz gaze, a look of indifference at the mention of her mere conjunx slowly washed over her, and not a scratch of sympathy resurfaced the same for the High Guards. Her spark dropped at the cold look, even with the sunlight pouring from the windows to wash against Sunblitz's face. It was no better than looking to a cold statue. With stiff, and yet again purposeful steps, she yanked Silversong forward and proceeded on—willing to drag her off if it meant getting her away from those. That. Room.

In her disbelief, Silversong nearly forgot to fight, to pull away- to do anything in the face of what she had just witnessed. Sunblitz's face hadn't changed, not one bit and for a moment, Silversong wondered if she was merely keeping herself indifferent, merely faking it, lying and merely pushing forward on this. So, she persisted, "You'd let that happened!? You'd let this all happen?!"

Nothing.

In her sodden state, she shook her helm. This couldn't be her sister! she cried out. Her voice rang off the walls, "YOU'D LET THEM ALL DIE LIKE THIS—?!"

Sunblitz stopped, momentarily. Her wing lightly flicked and slowly, she looked back and stared directly into Silversong's optics. Her spark plummeted even further, deeper into her chassis until she could hear the soft "plop!" as it struck into her tank and sank further.

Sunblitz almost looked... Agitated—or worse off yet, bored, a recognizable feature she had seen occasionally, once—maybe time and time again in her younger years, but she never cared to hold her words long when she made that look. It was ridiculing, frustrating at times. But by now as Silversong looked at her kin's face, it merely read clearly throughout the thick silence that drifted between them.

Her gaze was nearly shadowed over, a patient yet impatient look in her gaze. Her lips pressed into a thin line, subtly forming to a soft frown. Sunblitz stared down at her, and Silversong felt no better than she did as a sparkling long ago after a tantrum. Her eyes read clear:

"Are you done yet?"

Silversong's optics began to dry as a wringing sense of dread took hold of her at the upcoming realization, "... oh my god..." Her voice escaped her intake like mere dust to the wind, soft and carried off with everything she had left and knew of her sister once then.

She wasn't even sure if this was the same femme now either, perhaps a new spark under old skin.

She didn't like it, not one bit.

Sunblitz gently squeezed her arm and Silversong whimpered at the slightest trace of pain. Her servo didn't even ease for a klik, instead her gaze hardened and Sunblitz mustered up her words, "... Family comes first, and they are not." She bitterly addressed.

"-B-But Dee was with me, he's mine. He's apart of this family!-"

"He was never apart of anything." She swiftly interjected, burying words as sharp as a steel dirk straight into her chassis. And by then, she felt no satisfaction, deciding to twist her words even further until they gutted the younger's spark, "He's just some dusty, insignificant mining bot, a rusty cog—you can find a new one just the same down there. Better yet, find a real, cogged bot!" She said, harshly pulling once more at the empty, husk Silversong felt to be, standing in complete shock as this... Stranger took hold of her and tried to tug her again.

She didn't want to leave anymore, not like she had an inkling of an idea to do so but now? There was no argument, she won't leave, not with this thing that called itself—'Sunblitz'.

For a moment, the yellow-eyed femme's gaze softened, creeping down from the high and demanding pedestal she stood upon before, to speak once again in a hushed voice. She released Silversong's arm for a moment, instilling a cautious piece of trust that she wouldn't run back.

Silversong retracted her arm and rubbed to it, not a word escaped neither of them. What could she have even said in response?!

She spoke of D-16 as if he were a mere toy to her, her own conjunx—a replaceable thing? How could she?! She talked of him as if he meant nothing to her! All the years she spent with a partner she openly loved thrown away, and then replaced?!

She spoke like...

Her spark began to slowly gut itself and the realization dawned upon her.

... Exactly like how Sentinel Prime would.

Sunblitz took a deep sigh and her indifference tucked away behind a lightly sorrowful gaze. She reached out again, "I'm sorry, Silversong." Sunblitz began, as her sibling began to take a step back.

"...Sorry?" She scoffed, as Silversong shook her helm and narrowed her glossy eyes back at her, "You won't even say what you're sorry for! Are you really sorry?? Are you truly sorry about it? What are you sorry for?"

"Look, I-"

"Oh, 'I'm sorry for not giving a damn about your conjunx!' or maybe is it 'I'm sorry for talking badly about your conjunx, who I don't care for and who's about to die by the hands of a traitor!' could it even be 'I'm sorry for taking you away in general and turning tail away from the big problem that is Sentinel, and fleeing—like a coward!'" She shouted, spitting back what was mere flecks and embers of the flame that seared within her frame. Rage burned through her fuel lines and threatened to ignite her very body.

Sunblitz's soft gaze faltered in slight surprise before holding face while Silversong stepped forth again to punctuate every unanswered question that came out, the rapid fires saving no room for answers. Only with the intent to provoke and pull the answers right out of Sunblitz, did she continue, "Aren't you supposed to be apart of the Iaconian Security Division?! Aren't you supposed to be protecting the people?!" Silversong boldly claimed.

"I am your sister, and your family first and foremost above all!" Sunblitz argued back, "it was the very reason I took this job, to protect us! The citizens came second!" She emphasized, indulging in this argument, "Of course, I care about them. But not as much as I do—you, can't you see that?! You are- if you keep up with this... Reckless charge into a battle that you clearly can't—handle!" Sunblitz lunged out with her servo extended and snagged Silversong's arm, pulling her forth again, face to face, "You are going to get yourself offlined!"

She scoffed, "But this is how I have to keep you, and our family safe, like it or not." The steady and resisted march was upcoming again, but Silversong would refuse it this time. She will be going back to that room if it was the last thing possible.

Sunblitz pulled her again, and the soft screech breached the air again, forcing them both to cringe, "You have to understand this. I-"

Suddenly, out of shear anger and adrenaline, Silversong allowed Sunblitz to pull her forth and with the momentum, she hopped up before swinging her helm forward as hard as she could—a crack rang through the air as her fore-helm smashed against Sunblitz's nose, again.

"AUGH! WHAT THE FFH-"

Sunblitz shouted in pain as she released Silversong who wasted no time in spinning back on her heel, nearly slipping and facing the wrath of Sunblitz's hurriedly outstretched claws. She dodged the sharpened digits that came down to clutch at nothing but the air.

Silversong took a deep breath and accessed Sunblitz crouched form, jumping up and aiming her pedes right in Sunblitz face, the thrusters attached by the ends flickered to life before igniting, further blinding her sister who screamed out, her servos clutching at her optics.

Sunblitz swung blindly, knicking her heel as Silversong fled away, her afterburners kicking into high gear. She winced at the sharp pain that rested on the back of her pede, and she could hear Sunblitz scream aggressively down the halls, "SILVERSONG—!!"

With every word traveling down the corridor, she could've sworn a heat wave traveled with the echo. Silversong could feel the metal of her skin melt at the very heat of her voice, but she refused to look back, focused on returning to D-16. Sunblitz's cries echoing down the hall one last time, searing sounds of her rage formulated into four commanding words that branded themselves into her memory.

"GET- BACK HERE—!! SILVER—!!"

She had hardly remembered when her sister had ever sounded so brutally guttural, and it left her to shudder what would happen even if if she did go back.

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"... But eventually, we were waiting for you to wake up after awhile and-"

Silversong shook her helm to reel herself back to reality, nearly giving herself whiplash for the moment. She lifted her helm from the surface of her dream-like state and gazedto him, the rings in her optical lenses shrinking for a moment,

"A-Awhile?" She echoed, "How long was I out for?"

Razorcause paused in his words, gauging on his memory core for a moment, "Four weeks, and four days, give or take," He said.

Her optics dimmed and her optical ridges raised. She dropped her optics down to her servo and then back to her legs, casting a scan once over to the room that surrounded, four weeks and four days?—she thought, having initially suspected she was only out for two days, maybe three but four, and four weeks?! How much had changed???

"Four weeks and four... No, that can't be right," She shook her helm with disbelief, looking to her sire who remained indifferent. He flicked his wrist and lazily gestured through the air, "time flies fairly fast when you're asleep," He tried to reason, before pausing again to fold his servos back into his lap. He swallowed hard and reluctantly began, "we weren't even sure if you were going to make it.. Really." He admitted, "the doctor said you had suffered severe damage along through every part of your body. You had struck the ground pretty hard, knocked your processor silly, nearly crushed, and half of your body had been pressed at an awkward angle and the shifting mass on top of you ended up trying to slowly slide down and sever your legs from your mainframe. The paramedics had arrived to stabilize you enough, before taking you to the medical bay."

His servos became his brush, illustrating through the air with blunt movements, framing a crude picture for her, "Unfortunately with how you were beneath the rocks, it was either we- or more properly they had to either save the upper half of your body or your legs and so, evidently. They had pulled your upper half free to save your functioning processor but..." His words became adrift, and his optics guided her back to her current situation now. Silversong slowly lifted one of the nubs of her legs, allowing Razorcase to continue, "your legs were severed as a cost and crushed inevitably,"

He cleared his throat and plastered a more reassuring look upon his gaze, smiling halfheartedly, "but don't fret. I've already taken care of it. You'll be getting new replacements here, and soon. They'll hardly look a speck bit different than your old ones, but it will require some adjustments to get used to the-"

"Sire," She quietly interjected, and yet the sound of her voice alone made all of Razorcase's thoughts quell to silence again. He casted a gaze back to his daughter who'd been patient, but the features and the anxious look beyond her eyes gave away the curiosity that took root behind her complacency for remaining on the sidelines.

For the moment, Razorcase retracted from rambling any further, and slowly but surely offered the floor for Silversong's personal inquiries. A look of gratitude washed over her features as she drew in a breath, and sighed, "what... Happened, while I was out...? Where's..." She swallowed, "Where's D-16? What's happened to him? Please, please tell me you know where he is," Silversong urged, reaching for her creator's servo.

He said nothing of the sorts, looking to her with an unreadable expression. His silence left her features to grow more fretful and she gently squeezed his digits, beginning to sputter up again, "O-Or perhaps a mining bot named 'Orion Pax'! Or 'Elita-1'! Maybe a particular bot named 'Bumble-'"

"I-I'm afraid I'm not exactly sure about... D-16's whereabouts at the moment. Or... Any of these bots you're referring to. He..." He threatened to bite down on his glossa, but the sorrowful look in Silversong's gaze wrung his spark out. He couldn't lie to her like this, he just couldn't.

He fought to twist his own words, gritting his dentas before pushing it on out from his mouth, "He wasn't recovered,"

"What?!" She sat straight up and the slight strain from her sudden movements caused her frame to creak along her lower side. She grunted in discomfort and fell to her elbow. Razorcase shot up from his stool, knocking it over to help ease Silversong back into lying down. He quickly made amends for the vague response, hurriedly reassuring her, "I-I mean that his body wasn't found, my dear. Not yet! He wasn't buried where you were, nor anywhere in the tower," He said. Silversong locked gazes with him and gripped to his hand like her life had depended on it.

A thousand and one thoughts flooded her mind, and Razorcase only had as many answers as any bot did to this entire ordeal. He had solely wished he knew more, the very thought of sparking fear into his daughter was the last thing he wanted. Swallowing harshly, he continued pushing forth what little explanations he did bear privy to, "I'm sorry. I do not have the full grasp nor understanding of everything that's happened, my dear, Silversong. I truly wish I did," He squeezed her servo in turn, "Despite the cycles that have passed, I don't know what happened... Not completely on what went down in in the center of Iacon city. We were told things but, the city isn't quite certain with what to know as the truth and..." He paused, a brief sour expression on his face, "a lie..." He said, holding her close, "So you must understand why I am... hesitant in answering you."

Silversong slowly reciprocated and gripped to his back, her spark thrumming loudly in her chassis. It echoed into the cavity of her mind. She closed her optics and pursed her lips, trying deeply to call out to his spark with her own.

Surely if he were still alive, he'd respond back, wouldn't he?

She didn't want to—Silversong refused to believe her conjunx had died in the mix of things. She couldn't accept that!

Her spark called out for his in the dark, yearning, aching for a response back. It pulsed and internally cried out for his, making everything else around her seem far beyond. It brightened and burned in her spark chamber, trying to find for a sign, a signal, a message only she could recognize and translate.

She waited and held her sire close, squeezing his frame in a tight hug that he slowly returned, knowing well what was happening.

Her spark screamed for D-16's.

...

And all she could hear back, was the sound of her own beats, a steady yet faltering rhythm.

A song meant for two, now left unfinished. Nothing responded. Not a glimmer, and not a glimpse into his soul.

He was either too far away, or too far gone.

She released her arms from Razorcase, her helm shaking slightly. Her optics were beginning to steadily pool while she whispered to herself, "No, no, no, no... This cannot be...!"

Her sire sighed and he gently cupped her face to gather her attention back to him, picking up the pieces of his shattering daughter, "Silversong. Silversong, listen to me, please, whatever is toiling in the depths of your mind, whatever woes and fears you have of your conjunx's spark being extinguished. You cull them, immediately. It does not mean he is... Offline." He tried to reassure, drawing his thumbs back and forth on her cheeks simultaneously to every tear that leaked from the edge of her optics. It wounded him gravelly as he frowned and his spark became choked at the sight, "He's just lost, not found yet. There is a knowing chance, he is still with us," He whispered, gently wiping her tears, "You need to take care of yourself at the moment. It's what D-16 would've wanted-"

"But my sparkmate! I cannot just neglect him, sire! He would be looking for me all the same, and maybe he is!" She protested, pulling her face away from his servos, and mulling heavily to the idea.

"Silversong, please." He gently held to her arm and urged strongly, holding her pauldrons. She reluctantly looked back to him, more eager to act rather than to think. Silversong breathed, her expression full of nothing but concern, "You are in no condition to be going anywhere, young femme. So, please... I am begging you to stay here for just a bit longer until they can piece you back together. Unless you decide otherwise to go crawling about Iacon in search of your beloved," He tried to reason, deeply sighing, "... That wouldn't be very efficient now, would it, my dear?"

Slowly, but surely, her processor gave into submission, forfeiting on a desire to act for more of a cautionary and reasonable approach. Her mind was scattered, her woes on one end, her concerns and fears bouncing along the other, and she didn't know what to do and where to begin uncoiling every wire and thread that looped into knots within the sanctuary of her mind, but at the forefront of it all. All she could worry on at the moment was about her conjunx, whether he was hurt, scared, confused just as she was.

Primus, she'd hope he was safe and alive.

"I understand and I know, how much you lay your concerns for the bot but you must put yourself first," Her father tried to continue easing her thoughts at the moment, pushing aside the foggy mess that lay beyond her forlorn optics. His thumb strayed along the underside of her optics, wiping away any trails of coolant-filled tears that had yet to dry, smearing the trails, "Think of it this way, if... You stay here long enough, maybe he'll come looking for you here, and once you're fully recovered and repaired. You can go look for him and you both will find each other, reunited again at last!" He hopefully chimed, his optics brightening with encouraged enthusiasm, hoping they'd mirror over onto her sympathetic, blue optics that glowed dimly beneath his watch.

He held her, cradling her expression gently again, "Wouldn't you like that, Silversong?"

Her gaze flickered, running through the maze of her mind to find one sole response and in reply. She quietly sighed and nodded, resting a servo on the back of his own while he held her face, "I suppose," She admitted.

Her creator softened his gaze and gradually released his touch from her face, spinning around to mindfully collect the stool he had previously knocked over in his sudden rush.

Silversong sighed and held her servos together, sitting up once again to look into her lap. She took a deep breath and closed her optics, tilting her helm back. Everything was a complete mess, and she certainly wouldn't be going time soon to look for her answers.

So, she sought to the most immediate source to try and put together her thoughts all in one coherent picture, calling upon her sire who settled beside the medical table,

"Would you care to tell me, in the meantime of... What's happened?" She anxiously started up, then hurriedly pushed out the rest of her words before Razorcase met her gaze once more.

She fidgeted, resting her servos just short of behind her. Silversong brushed her index digit against the steel platform she laid upon, continuously with each passing klik, almost trying to scratch and dig into the metal with no real effort, "I remember a couple things, but, ever since I blacked out during the attack on Sentinel Prime's tower, I-I... Don't remember much that happened after," She admitted, her mind blooming with a multitude of concerns—namely her sister.

She hadn't seen of Sunblitz, until in regards of their last interaction that ended rather bitterly.

Her own agitation and initial vexation giving away briefly for a moment of concern for Sunblitz and whether she recovered from their "interactions", but for now. She hid it amongst the other overflow of inquiries to speak upon later, and maybe- perhaps with Sunblitz.

"I know... of a lot of things, an overwhelming amount, since I've left with D-16 and the others to venture out of Iacon but, it seems that I've missed out on a whole lot more during my recovery. Could you help me?" She asked, lifting her helm to gaze at her father.

Razorcase's optical ridges raised and after a moment or two of silence. He nodded gradually and pulled his stool closer just until his knees would touch against the steel legs of the table,

"Of course. Why don't we start with what you remember?" He began, "And I'll help fill in the rest after you tell me of your part of the story, hm?" He seemed willing to help her complete this puzzle.

Relieved, Silversong smiled softly and nodded in turn,

"... That would be lovely, yes,"

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