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[Jan 31] [Transformers: Beast Machines] Sparkstrain Part Three
Title: Sparkstrain Part Three
Day/Theme: Jan 31 / But, I won't stay with you
Series: Transformers: Beast Machines
Characters/Pairings: BlackarachniaxSilverbolt
Rating: PG
The techno-organic condor alighted on a rocky shelf high in the cave wall, surveying the empty cavern with indifference. He had been on a solo patrol for the last three hours and it suited him fine. It gave him time to clear his mind of all thoughts. He did not want to contemplate his near past nor his future because neither laid where he had ever expected them to.
But who would ever have figured the future would turn out like this, after everything that had previously happened? Why had they even bothered to try if it was inevitably going to go wrong?
Before he knew it a mocking voice was ringing through his mind. "Now that's not very Maximal of you!"
He shook out his feathers and narrowed his eyes, forcing the memory from his thoughts. Rampage's words were futile now, anyway.
Rampage's manner, however, hit far too close to home.
Silverbolt flapped his wings and dive-bombed the floor, stalagmites rushing up to meet him. He pulled up at the last second, as much as he preferred to be physically torn to shreds. He felt that way already inside. Heroic Fuzor or merciless Vehicon, which was truly him? What counted most in this dark, enslaved world?
He flew into the next chamber, circling the massive column in the middle. He banked left as he heard a brief scrape somewhere to the right. He peered in the direction of the noise as he came back around, catching a flash of familiar magenta and green. He swooped upward and cornered Blackarachnia on what little shelf existed in that particular spot. "Following me again?" he asked, tone disapproving.
She pressed her back to the wall. "You were gone so long, I thought--"
"I don't need any backup on these patrols." He fluttered his wings and settled to her left, talons digging into the rock.
"But you don't need to go out so far."
"I will go as far as I deem necessary."
She narrowed her eyes. "As far as you think is necessary to get away from me?"
He snorted through his beak with impatience. "This isn't about you. You already know that."
She put a hand to her chest. "But it's affecting me, too! We could just sit and talk about it, you know, instead of you taking off all the time. And even if you won't talk to me about it, a chat with Optimus would work. He's operating on a higher plane these days and that might come in handy."
"Hmph." He looked off toward the far end of the cavern.
"Stop putting distance between us, Silverbolt -- whether just me or our fellow Maximals. We've been over this -- no one blames you for what happened. It was Megatron's doing, but if you'd had a choice, you would never have done any of it in the first place. We all know that. We're just glad to have you back."
He didn't respond, only continued to look elsewhere.
"Silverbolt?" she called softly, sinking down against the wall and folding her legs beneath her. She knew he wasn't going to look at her yet. She was just glad he had remained in one spot for this long. She sighed and traced a finger through the dust. "We're all susceptible to our id. Sometimes giving in to it helps us compare what we were to what we could be, and then we know what to change. We see what we don't want to be. Once, I was taken from light and brought into a world of malice, and I thought it was all I ever wanted. I repeatedly denied what was deep in my spark. But there was someone who stubbornly tried to bring me back around."
She kept her gaze lowered, not wanting to see that he had left while she had been talking. She caught a faint sigh and was relieved. "And now...I don't do this out out an obligation to repay a favor, but because I was taught that a light of goodness can't be extinguished." Blackarachnia lifted her head. "I am proof that you don't have to punish yourself over this."
She regretted looking up at that particular moment because he was glaring at her barely an inch away from her face. "I am not you. This is different."
"How is it different?!" Instead of pulling back she pressed her nose to his beak, looking into his eyes. Her voice rose in volume and vehemence as she went along. "Tell me! Your spark was placed in a Vehicon shell, my protoform was formatted with a Predacon program. We were both forcibly reformatted back into Maximals. Who knows, maybe that alien gizmo was reactivated by your energy rather than what I tried to recreate!"
It was obvious he didn't want to be the first to back down, but then he did. Blackarachnia sighed loudly then said more gently, "I know it's harder for you than me due to our personalities, since I always was 'bad' in a way. And I know the guilt weighs on you because of it. But I forgive you and I'll always love you no matter how long it takes for you to forgive yourself. And I'll just keep repeating that, too, until then." She stood. "Because I don't want you to forget how deeply you once touched someone else's heart, and how that one deed shines above all others."
Silverbolt drew his wings tightly against him, peering at her. "You know what I have said. I know what you have said. Regardless...I still need time..." He spread his wings and glided off the ledge, circling the cavern again but well below the ledge.
Blackarachnia curled her hands into fists, muttering, "Then I'll just have to make sure you get that time."
Day/Theme: Jan 31 / But, I won't stay with you
Series: Transformers: Beast Machines
Characters/Pairings: BlackarachniaxSilverbolt
Rating: PG
The techno-organic condor alighted on a rocky shelf high in the cave wall, surveying the empty cavern with indifference. He had been on a solo patrol for the last three hours and it suited him fine. It gave him time to clear his mind of all thoughts. He did not want to contemplate his near past nor his future because neither laid where he had ever expected them to.
But who would ever have figured the future would turn out like this, after everything that had previously happened? Why had they even bothered to try if it was inevitably going to go wrong?
Before he knew it a mocking voice was ringing through his mind. "Now that's not very Maximal of you!"
He shook out his feathers and narrowed his eyes, forcing the memory from his thoughts. Rampage's words were futile now, anyway.
Rampage's manner, however, hit far too close to home.
Silverbolt flapped his wings and dive-bombed the floor, stalagmites rushing up to meet him. He pulled up at the last second, as much as he preferred to be physically torn to shreds. He felt that way already inside. Heroic Fuzor or merciless Vehicon, which was truly him? What counted most in this dark, enslaved world?
He flew into the next chamber, circling the massive column in the middle. He banked left as he heard a brief scrape somewhere to the right. He peered in the direction of the noise as he came back around, catching a flash of familiar magenta and green. He swooped upward and cornered Blackarachnia on what little shelf existed in that particular spot. "Following me again?" he asked, tone disapproving.
She pressed her back to the wall. "You were gone so long, I thought--"
"I don't need any backup on these patrols." He fluttered his wings and settled to her left, talons digging into the rock.
"But you don't need to go out so far."
"I will go as far as I deem necessary."
She narrowed her eyes. "As far as you think is necessary to get away from me?"
He snorted through his beak with impatience. "This isn't about you. You already know that."
She put a hand to her chest. "But it's affecting me, too! We could just sit and talk about it, you know, instead of you taking off all the time. And even if you won't talk to me about it, a chat with Optimus would work. He's operating on a higher plane these days and that might come in handy."
"Hmph." He looked off toward the far end of the cavern.
"Stop putting distance between us, Silverbolt -- whether just me or our fellow Maximals. We've been over this -- no one blames you for what happened. It was Megatron's doing, but if you'd had a choice, you would never have done any of it in the first place. We all know that. We're just glad to have you back."
He didn't respond, only continued to look elsewhere.
"Silverbolt?" she called softly, sinking down against the wall and folding her legs beneath her. She knew he wasn't going to look at her yet. She was just glad he had remained in one spot for this long. She sighed and traced a finger through the dust. "We're all susceptible to our id. Sometimes giving in to it helps us compare what we were to what we could be, and then we know what to change. We see what we don't want to be. Once, I was taken from light and brought into a world of malice, and I thought it was all I ever wanted. I repeatedly denied what was deep in my spark. But there was someone who stubbornly tried to bring me back around."
She kept her gaze lowered, not wanting to see that he had left while she had been talking. She caught a faint sigh and was relieved. "And now...I don't do this out out an obligation to repay a favor, but because I was taught that a light of goodness can't be extinguished." Blackarachnia lifted her head. "I am proof that you don't have to punish yourself over this."
She regretted looking up at that particular moment because he was glaring at her barely an inch away from her face. "I am not you. This is different."
"How is it different?!" Instead of pulling back she pressed her nose to his beak, looking into his eyes. Her voice rose in volume and vehemence as she went along. "Tell me! Your spark was placed in a Vehicon shell, my protoform was formatted with a Predacon program. We were both forcibly reformatted back into Maximals. Who knows, maybe that alien gizmo was reactivated by your energy rather than what I tried to recreate!"
It was obvious he didn't want to be the first to back down, but then he did. Blackarachnia sighed loudly then said more gently, "I know it's harder for you than me due to our personalities, since I always was 'bad' in a way. And I know the guilt weighs on you because of it. But I forgive you and I'll always love you no matter how long it takes for you to forgive yourself. And I'll just keep repeating that, too, until then." She stood. "Because I don't want you to forget how deeply you once touched someone else's heart, and how that one deed shines above all others."
Silverbolt drew his wings tightly against him, peering at her. "You know what I have said. I know what you have said. Regardless...I still need time..." He spread his wings and glided off the ledge, circling the cavern again but well below the ledge.
Blackarachnia curled her hands into fists, muttering, "Then I'll just have to make sure you get that time."