Relaxing Evening

Silverblade had private quarters of his own at the very edge of the Autobot City, were peace and tranquility could be archieved easily. However, lately he has been staying on his carrier’s home, with the sole purpose of watching that the self sacrificing fool didn’t offlined from overwork. His ID was already registered on the block, so it was like entering to his own home.

The place wasn’t a mess because he maintained it clean, but there were still some papers over here and there, reports mid finished and two or three empty energon cubes near the dispenser. He just sighted and started cleaning whatever bits he found out of place. This isn’t how the one who fought against Decepticons to retrieve the Allspark should be treated. Even his carrier’s friends had better lives than this. Bumblebee was now a major on the Academy and was striving further up (He laughed internally at how he could surpass somebot millions of years older than him), Bulkhead was still working as a spacebridge technician, but he was closer to Cybertron and checking on most important ones, with a real maintenance team. Ratchet was teaching and working on the Medical Wing of the Academy (He was feeling sorry for his students) and Prowl was far away doing he didn’t knew what, but the occasional calls showed that he was fine.

Everything was fault of that overgrown sparkling named Sentinel Magnus. Rodimus, Longarm, Jazz, he had several Primes under his command, including himself, but almost everything was landed to Optimus leaving the others with too much idle time. It was infuriating…

Finally, after breems of cleaning and waiting, Optimus arrived home at the late night cycle. His optics were dimmed in exhaustion, pauldrons down and heavy. Silverblade stood quickly and helped him to sit in one of the couches before he stamped himself against a wall, it had happened before

“… Better?” He asked in a whisper

Optimus sighted, servos grasping at his nasal bridge, optics closed. The silver one went towards the dispenser and served them two half filled energon cubes. He added bits of powder to sweeten and bitter up the fuel. He landed the pink one to Optimus, while he sipped from the grey one. His carrier took a long gulp, and the tension eased a little from his field and frame. Silverblade also relaxed again, the height on their bond was dimming little by little.

“Now that’s better…”

“Care to tell me what took you so long?” He sipped from his own cube, but he was paying attention to his carrier, his field, his frame, the bond…

“Last hour reports and orders to go check our borderlines tomorrow…” He quickly drank his cube. He has been starving. And the tiredness didn’t completely leaved his frame “But I still have things to complete-”

“Go and recharge, I’ll fill up the things for you”

“Silver, you don’t need to-” His carrier put his hand over one spiky shoulder, maybe trying to be reassuring. But the grip was too loosen.

“Optimus” He didn’t yell, but every time he used that tone with his name, his carrier stilled “You’ll have a long, tiring cycle tomorrow. It will be better if you rest well and long… At least for tonight” He patted his carrier’s hand with his own and then gripped it lightly.

Optimus sighted, and then patted the head of his creation before going to his berth. Slagger, he knew Silverblade didn’t liked that. But he’ll leave him get away with this… For now. The smaller bot stayed there calmly drinking his energon until he finished and got to his carrier’s business. Everything was half finished already, he just completed it, fixed some mistakes, the usual. Some of the new documents were IDs to enter the furthest sectors of the Autobot’s Commonwealth, were the tension and fear for a Decepticon attack were high.

He circled his optics, Sentinel and his paranoia. Being cautious was good, excellent even, but sending one bot to check all the outposts was…

Silverblade checked that his carrier was indeed recharging before continuing with his little idea. It was illegal? Yes. Will he go to jail? If he played well, no. Optimus will get extremely mad at him? When he found out, yes. But it was a small price to pay for his carrier to recover some breems of recharge…

Twin Sparks: A pair of Sparks who share the same signature. These Sparks search for each other in the countless time and spaces until they finally met. Once they do, it will be hard to be apart again. They exist, but are so few the proven cases that the masses knows little about what implies to find your twin spark.

Splitten Sparks: Once one brilliant light, their power was so much that it could hurt the carrier. So the spark divides in two or more, resulting in cybertronians with the deepest bonds. They’ll call for each other when too far apart, they’ll feel mayor injuries and sorrows, as well love and devotion from the other. Splitten Sparks will never hurt each other, nor can.

These bonds who grow deep can’t be spared on war, sometimes the age of the sparks is uneven. There will always be passion in each action taken. There is no sin on longing for your twin spark. The sin comes when you long for your enemy