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Return Forgotten Love pt16

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“You can’t hold me…” it whispered through the blackness. “You know you can’t.
You will know no peace… I will take you down with me.”
“GAH!” Sheets were thrown to the floor; heavy panting pierced his vents making his entire frame shake.
The sudden yelp woke Jetfire from his own stasis leading him to fall off the berth, face planting with the floor. “Brother!” he clutched the edge of the berthside drawer for support. “What is it?!”
It took a few klicks for Jetstorm to regain his thoughts and even harder; his ability to speak. His lips could simply not stop quivering so harshly that his words were almost undistinguishable. “I-I-it n-n-nothing.” He rubbed his helm and turned his back to the other. He didn’t want Jetfire to see his leaking, frightened optics.
Orange and white servos wrapped around the shaking mech from behind in a tight hug. It was pretty obvious that the flyer was lying seeing streaks of tears now falling down the blue mech’s face uncontrollably. “Shh. It ok brother.” He rubbed his helm softly.
“N-n-n-no! I-I saw it. I saw him...” Jetstorm whimpered through his servos.
“Seeing who brother?”
“M-me.”
Jetfire paused. No hint was needed for him to understand why his brother broke into an uncontrollable sob. He continued to be silent, gently squeezing the shaking mech closer to himself. Jetstorm didn’t need this…not now. Not after all that he had already and was still fighting against. “Be being alright. It only nightmare.” His own lie.
“N-no! I-it bad sign! N-Need to be seeing Perceptor to get checked again! E-evil wi-will seep through proc-pro-processor and i-it….I….w-will hurt Phoenix and y-y-you again.” Horrifying thoughts and images crashed through his mind while clutching his brother’s arm.
“I am sure that it just bad memory. But if making you feel better than we see about checking up tomorrow and meet most urgent with mister Rung. Okie for dokie yes?”  He felt the tense in Storm’s gripping servos slowly ease from his arm.
“Y-yes.” He nodded wiping away his tears. “T-tomorrow is being good. B-b-best just to rest n-now.”  
Jetfire kept watch as Jetstorm slowly laid on his side, back towards him and pulled the sheets over himself. Fire too after, snuggled himself under Storm’s blanket, wrapping an arm over the blue mech’s shoulder. He was still shivering. Whatever Storm saw truly did spook him, there was no doubt it the orange mech’s mind that sleep was most likely not going to happen tonight    but to his surprise as he peered over Storm’s shoulder; his visor had dimmed and was softly snoring. “Good night brother.” He whispered. Gently he pulled off the visor revealing a pair of closed, soft blue optics. “Things be better soon. You will see.” He snuggled in closer before slowly drifting into stasis himself.
The blue mech opened his optics slightly, pausing; listening for the sound of his twin’s deep sleeping vents. At least now one of them would be able to get some sleep. Jetstorm stared blankly forward at the bare wall ahead of him through the darkness. It wasn’t right to let Jetfire suffer with him, best to let him rest and not to worry over something he…or even Jetstorm himself couldn’t control.
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“Have you been having any other processor aches as of late?” Perceptor asked while slowly moving the strip of blue light over Jetstorm’s helm.
“N-no. Just bad dreams.” He clutched the edge of the medical table with both servos.
The scientist said nothing further, only to continue his inspection over the blue mech’s frame and helm; which in Storm’s mind took forever. He stared blankly at the ceiling as he waited and watched the red mech at the corner of his optics working diligently around him.
Maybe his twin was right. Maybe it was just a nightmare. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t be extra precautions. After all, he didn’t see it; he didn’t feel ‘it’. A red glow stared at him out of that dreary darkness of his subconscious; glaring menacingly, sending an all-too-real chill up his spinal struts. And that voice; that was what woke him the other night. That voice, much like hearing your own echo but with a more sinister tone drowning over your usual sounds. It was a tone both him and no doubt Phoenix feared.
“I am finished.” The bland tone was almost enough for Jetstorm to fall straight off the berth; breaking the silence like that.
“So um,” he swung his legs over the berthside. “what you think? Is something wrong or just small glitch?”
“Hmm.” Perceptor scribbled over a datapad. “Until I combine and examine all of my scans I cannot properly diagnose your processor at this time. If you wish to be certain, I will allow you to stay for the night and watch your processor activity while you recharge.”
“I uh..hmm. Tiz’ probably good idea but I am uncertain.” He scuffed his pedes against each other.
Perceptor shrugged, placing the datapad to the side. “The decision is yours. If you decide to accept the offer, contact Wheeljack’s commlink by this evening.”
“Thank you.” Without a glance Jetstorm made his way off the berth and headed toward the door. “I will be keeping in mind.”
It was quite on the street for mid-afternoon, which he did not mind in the slightest. He wasn’t exactly in the mood for putting up with noise pollution, though being deep in thought he wasn’t exactly paying attention to much either.
Maybe staying over would be a good idea. Better to be safe than sorry after all right? But what if all this WAS just because he was paranoid? Health wise he knew it was bad for him; according to his therapist anyway. ‘I really hope it is only dream...a bad…bad dream.’ He thought.
You know what, why not? Why not be sure? One night in a lab is harmless compared to the alternative and besides, this was to be a sure way to finally settle his fears and doubts. If nothing is there then nothing is there but if there is, well…perhaps Perceptor and Wheeljack can fix him up again. ‘Alright.’ He pressed a digit to the side of his helm. ‘I be making up mind.’
“Hello, Hello.” Came the voice of Wheeljack.
“Ello. Mister Wheeljack sir? I would like to take up Perceptor’s offer.”
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“Welp, that’s the last box.” The teal mech wiped his servos together after dropping the last brown box to the ground. “Now we just need to sort.” He looked over the small mounds of various marked boxes scattered across the small apartment. “Place been the same even after you left, should see your room, still has your old stuffies and toys! Heh, maybe we should even go to your ol’ favourite pizza place after this! What do you say hun?” he shifted a couple of boxes away from a kitchen cupboard door.  He paused rummaging through the shelves, hearing no response. “Phoenix?”  
Still nothing. Optics peered over the surface of the white tiled counter and across the back facing of the stained, red carpeted couch; all that was in view of the femme was the top of her purple helm, sunken into the couch’s cushions. He rose from his knees with a deep vent and walked around seeing Phoenix sitting crossed armed with a more then annoyed sneer on her face. “Look, Phoenix, you said some things, I said some things .We just need to simply discuss over what it is you’re going to do next.”
“Oh,” she replied in a less then pleasant tone. “You mean like that ‘oh-so-civilized’ conversation back at my old place? The old place, I might add; that I was going to be moving from into a new one but then SUDDENLY it was sold to someone else. All because a ‘mysterious caller’ a.k.a YOU told them I changed my mind and left me no other choice but to move back in with you last minute so that you could watch over me like a misbehaved sparkling!”
“Kid come on now.” He squatted into the cushion beside her. “Ok, I admit it was a bit much.”
“A BIT?”
“Yes! A BIT. You need to understand I am doing this to protect you.”
“Kup, calling my old office and telling them I quit is one thing, but what you’re doing is completely ridiculous!” Servos smacked against the arm of the seat as she raised herself and stomped into the small square of the kitchen. No longer could she bare to sit near the mech. Not with her temper under what little control as it was. There was a loud bang of mug meeting cracked counter by a servo while the other rummaged through a small glass jar on the shelf above, reaching for a tea bag. “Believe it or not, I AM capable of taking care of myself.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re not as strong as you think you are.” Came a faint reply from behind the chair. Right at that moment, the clinking of a stirring teaspoon came to a erupt stop. He leaned forward against his knees, his optics slowly closing.
“I’m sorry. What… did you just say?”  
He didn’t need her to turn around to know that an angry scowl slowly started to cringe across her face. “You heard me. You think you can take everything that life throws at you, especially now. But I know you Phoenix. You think that if you just keep certain feelings….memories, hidden away, acting like you never experienced them that they will just simply vanish and be forgotten. But they don’t. They eat you from the inside out and one of these days you’ll find yourself in a situation where it will drag back all that you wanted to forget.
I don’t want you to go through that. This is why I don’t want you seeing him. Phoenix I really don’t”
SLAM. CRASH.
He vented deeply before slowly reopening his optics toward the door. The small stained glass tree that hung from the back for many cycles, now laid shattered among the floor.
He should follow. No. That will just make things worse than they already are. It was already going to be sometime before she could probably even bare to talk to him again.  The teal mech slouched back into the couch, “Just gotta let her lose some steam.” He muttered to the ceiling “Sigh…Headshot, you owe me big time.”
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There was nothing else in the surroundings but thick fog silently drifting through the darkness. Was this the same place? It had to be. Would…would they still there? Lingering in the expanding shadows, waiting to pop out?  Should they call out? No. Perhaps not. This was just a dream after all, well; more of a nightmare but it didn’t change the fact that none of this was real. At least it shouldn’t be.
It’s been some time now and still there was nothing but eerie silence. Maybe that was a good thing. Wait….what was that?
Sounds of a spark beat, slowly starting to pick up in pace began to echo all around. Not again.
A cackle, an all too familiar cackle bellowed through the grey vapour.
It’s not real. It’s not real.
“You can’t get rid of me…..”
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A white servo shook his shoulder. “Storm?”
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Refuse to think it’s real.
“You’ll be back.”
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“Storm! Wake up!”
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No..No!
“Come to me…”
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“Jetstorm!”
“Ah wha…huh?” the jet look around confused. Everything in his optics was a blur, slowly coming into focus. “W-Wheeljack sir?”
“Hey kid.” The mech smiled behind his faceguard with wide, bright optics. “It’s almost noon! And guess what? Ya slept like a sparkling!”
“What?” he rubbed his helm as he sat up along the edge of the berth. “Nothing at all?”
“Nope. Watched you’re processor activity all night long, zip. Guess that just means it really was all in your head eh? Good news for you.”
“Ah….yes. I guessing that is good news.”
Wheeljack cocked an optic ridge, tilting his helm questionably. “You guess?” Servos rested on his hips. “Still not all that convinced eh?”
Jetstorm shook his helm starring down at the floor. “Not really. Something still not feel right. Not right at all.”
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“Come to me…”
No….no!
“PHOENIX!”
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“GAHHH!” Her frame rose up so fast the thick blanket instantly flew away from her body and onto the floor. Sweat trickled down the side of her cheek; her claws desperately clenched into the bed sheets at her sides. The room was silent if not for the femme’s heavy venting and excited spark beat that she herself could hear through her own audio sensors.
‘S-slag. That stupid nightmare again.’ A servo clutched over her chest. Not sure why she thought it would slow down her spark; but it felt like it was the only thing she could do to keep herself calm at this point.
“Phoenix?!” a muffled yell came from outside the bedroom door before it suddenly swung open and light beamed through with Kup standing in the doorway. One servo was tight on the door handle while the other carried a hand gun which no doubt was loaded. “Are you alright? What happened?!”
“I…Uh…I..n-nothing. Just nothing.” She panted, curling her knees up to her chin.
“Sure as frag didn’t sound like nothing to me!” he lowered his weapon.
“I just had a bad dream.” She pinched the bridge to her oilfactory sensor with optics shut. “That’s all.”
Kup’s brow furrowed toward the femme sitting in the dark. He tucked the gun into his waist band and sat down onto the closest corner of the berth near him. “Are you sure? It doesn’t feel like you are. Do you need anyth-“
“No Kup. I don’t need anything.” Her voice pierced as sharply as her glare. “I don’t need help whenever I do something that acts up your ‘feelings’.”
“Hey now, I’m just asking. That’s all.”
“Funny.” She squinted. “I don’t remember you asking me anything before you went and did it yourself.”
He didn’t look away. Maybe it was old habits of looking your commander in the optic no matter how loud he yelled at you, but perhaps it was more pride. Pride from what? Making your niece hate you in every way? Ya, cause that’s a good fragging reason.
She didn’t want him there and he knew it but he couldn’t help but feel-…and that right there was the problem.
One you were always told back in the old war days; ‘always trust your gut.’ That was something Kup never looked over. He trusted his ‘feeling’, never once denying it. It was indeed a good saying, true in fact when more than once did it help him all the way to the end. But it has been a good couple of cycles since then.
Perhaps just this once he could let it slide. Yes, Phoenix is hurting no matter how much she’s denying it nor did he need his ‘gut’ to tell him otherwise, but maybe this is something she wants to do alone. Needs to do alone. No harm in just being the support, least he would still be there to help if anything.
“Alright.” He patted her knee. “I’ll leave you to it then. You know where to find me if you need somethin’.” He didn’t bother to wait and see if she would look his way before he reached for the door; he knew she wouldn’t. Too many things were occupying that processor right now, best to leave her to her thoughts and hope that the femme will sleep peacefully the rest of the night.
The door shut, shrouding the berthroom in complete darkness. Empty. Much like her thoughts. Should they be empty? After that terrifying fright of a nightmare? No. That’s all it was. A nightmare. But one that felt horrifically real.
Slowly the purple femme tilted to her side pushing into the wall, slipping her pedes from under the covers. A shiver traveled up her arm against the cold and slightly cracked paint job.
Were these dreams just the small remains of what little memory she kept from her imprisonment?  Primus, she hoped not. Small as they may be they still gave Phoenix a great sense of dread. Especially that horrifying laughter. That horrifying, familiar laughter, echoing throughout the blackness within her helm.
“No.” she grasped her helm between her servos. “I won’t..I won’t..” Her gaze shifted downward. A few gasps of breath and her servos managed to stop shaking long enough to reach down to her stomach. Not much was there yet but she could feel where a small bump had started to form. Gently her servos slid across the surface of her lightly bloated mid-section. So soft and warm.
There was life forming in that bump and yet…the femme still had a hard time believing that there was actually something there. Inside her. Of course it wasn’t something that you couldn’t notice but there was just…something. Something in her mind that didn’t want to process, to refuse to realize.
Was it….was it because of how it happened? How one’s CNA managed to slip into her tanks? The mere thought that a monst- No! Digits gripped her stomach, coolant forming in the corners of her optics.
Phoenix shook her helm letting the tears fall down her cheeks. “I won’t even dare think about that.” She sniffed. Coming off the wall ever so carefully she reclined herself back under the sheets and lowered onto her backstruts. Arms reached out from underneath then back to her sides, servos again gently stroking the small hill forming at her center. “It doesn’t matter now.” She whispered softly. “You’re here now. I’m gonna be here for you.” A small remaining drop streaked down her faceplate.
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“So what my scans be saying Perceptor sir?” Jetstorm stood on the tips of his pedes to peak over the red mech’s shoulder.
“Yes. Must be knowing if brother iz to being ok.” Jetfire copied his twin’s actions over Perceptor’s opposite shoulder.
Once again, for a good long klick the scientist said nothing. Digits flew over the vast amounts of virtual files and data information that were sprawled over a giant screen along the desk top. It was hard to see or read anything from their point of view, all they could see were the fast moving digits of Perceptor’s servos, blurring out all texts.
One twin turned to the other and the other repeating the same; both shrugging in confusion.
“From what we have collected from your reports from before Jetstorm, I do agree that Wheeljack is correct. There is no sign of any abnormal activity in your processor.”
“You being sure?”
Perceptor turned around facing the taller mechs blankly. “If I was unsure of any information I would have taken great care to re-do and check over all files. I never presume nor do I make final conclusions off data I am unaware or as you put it; ‘unsure’ of and it is highly unlikely should I-“
“Alrighty! Alrighty!” Jetfire and Jetstorm waved their servos in surrender. “We be getting it!”
“Heheheh! Don’t take it too harshly guys!” Wheeljack patted each on the shoulders. “Percy just gets all moody when someone questions his conclusions.”
“Moody?” Jetfire cocked an optic ridge toward Jetstorm.
“Perceptor?” Jetstorm repeated.
“Ah well….when you’ve been around him long enough I guess it’s just-er or maybe it’s just uh…y-you know what, nevermind. Fact is; you’re good to go there Stormy! Processor is squeaky clean and you’re really only having some bad nightmares. Nothing a common stasis remedy couldn’t cure.”
Good news as it was it didn’t make the flyer any less nervous. He got the answer that he was hoping for but…well, maybe that was all that it was; remains of his past nerves.
Together the jet twins waved their good-byes and thank-yous to the pair of scientist and left the lab quietly. Jetfire grew tired of his brother’s silence more and more as they traveled down the numerous blocks. His digits started to twitch by his side impatiently. “So,” he blurted, making Jetstrom jump. “What you be saying if you, me, getting grub eh brother? I am getting hungry.” He rubbed his stomach.
“Er sure. That be ok. I not eat anything since I wake so I could use a good refuel in tanks.” He smiled.
An answer he wanted to hear. With an arm wrapped around Jetstorm’s neck and the other pointing forward; he pulled along his twin in a light jog, giggling to themselves. “To food we shall be questing!”
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A large gulp of air was caught in her throat but the panic that had overwhelmed her frame refused to release it. First few minutes on her first day and already she felt like she was going to pass out. Phoenix remained behind the corner, peering over to get a good look at the line of customers at their register and the others just sitting around the tables chatting away.
For a small place it certainly brought in a large crowd, then again it had only opened for about…2 weeks now? She couldn’t remember, but either way it was a few too many bots then she originally thought. “Ohh boy.” she leaned against the wall, twirling her tray between her servos.
“Don’t worry you’ll be fine.” Said the tall mech emerging from the office door. “Trust me, a few klicks out there and you’ll feel like you’ve been here for cycles!”
“And that’s supposed to sound like a good thing?” she chuckled.
“Hey missy I gave you a free training day before hand.” He playfully smacked her arm. “Consider this your final test.”
“Oh now I REALLY feel much better.”
“Alright, alright. Just go on out there and do your best ok? If you need any help don’t be afraid to ask me.”
She peered over the corner once more worriedly, yet with a deep vent and a tightening tug of her apron strings; the femme worked her way behind the counter. The first bot in line seemed harmless enough, a fairly aged mech though with a slight disgruntled expression.
Phoenix’s mind rewound to the night her and Brightside practised over her duties. Ok, this was the easy part; just ask for their order, smile and exchange credits. Simple enough. “Good morning young sir. How are you?”  A complement and a follow up question, what could go wrong with that?
Of course she expected the mech to remain silent except to tell her what he wanted but to the femme’s surprise the mech smiled right back. “Just fine thank you. Tell me, how are your doughnuts?”
This was going to be good. “Last I heard absolutely outstanding. Especially the zinc crème filled ones.”
“Exellent! How about if you let me take a good dozen or so down to the construction yard for my boys?”
“Well now if I didn’t I wouldn’t be a very good waitress now would I?” This was definitely going to be good.
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More and more orders came though out the day, along with Phoenix giving her pedes a well-received workout. Back and forth from the back kitchen or behind the counter to the café’s main floor; she brought one dessert to one table to the other. As tiring as it was the gentle chatter between customers, sometimes between them and Phoenix herself was almost calming. Charming if anything.
There was just something so ‘homey’ about this place, probably why so many customers were actually friendly when they wandered in from the street. Maybe it was the rows of potted flowers along the outside of the windows, or perhaps the soft pastel colours of its inner walls. Ah, one way or the other it just felt…perfect.
It made her wonder why she didn’t have a job like this in the first place.
Pay came to mind and the cost of a new place. As lovely as the café was it is a pretty small place, not to mention located in a very tucked away area. Customers may be pouring in now but how long would that last? So far being the only other employee was a step up but again; how long would that last before they shut down? Or decide to hire more help?
“Excuse me miss!” waved a femme sitting across from her two sparkling mechs.
Best to leave those thoughts till later. “Yes mame?” Phoenix smiled sweetly with her tray hugged to her chessie.
“Yes, I would like to order a large- would you two stop that!!”
“He started it ma!” the taller sparkling swiped away his siblings waving servo.
“It doesn’t matter who started it! You’re being very rude!” the femme gave a sigh and pinched the bridge of her oilfactory sensor.
“It’s alright.” Phoenix nodded toward the young mechs. “I don’t think anyone minds, especially if a certain pair of sparklings were to sit nicely for their mama for a nice free scoop of ice cream?” she winked.
Wide, excited smiles spread across the little mech’s faceplates automatically sitting straight up in their seats.
“Hehe, thank you very much.” The femme gave a relived smile. “You have sparklings of your own?”
Phoenix kept back a surprised gasp, feeling her cheekplates beginning to burn. “I uh. No. No I don’t.”
“Ah well. If you can calm THESE two down instantly like that then I gotta tell you hun you’re about half way to motherhood already.”
Now her words were really lost. Her mouth parted open but no sound came out. Quickly her mind scrambled for words as the motherly femme’s brow began to furrow in confusion. “I-I…thank you. N-now if you’ll excuse me I’ll be right back.” With a swift turn of her pede Phoenix rushed back to the kitchen, almost tossing the tray along the counter top. Primus, did she fell tense. Worse than tense, it felt…she couldn’t even describe it. Without even realizing she had clutched her miniscule bump between her servos, back struts pressed against the wall.
“Phoenix?”
“Huh?” she jumped looking straight into the small cooking area.
Brightside was frozen half-way taking out a pan of sugar cookies out of an oven. “Are you alright? Everything ok out there?” His optics bright with concern.
“Oh no! No I-I just….needed a small breather that’s all. I’m just uhh-“ Need an excuse, need an excuse. In the corner of her optic the faint glimmer of a glass jug filled with black liquid on the counter gave Phoenix just what she required. “Getting the sweet iced oil!”
She was shaking more then she thought. It was a good thing her tray was right up close or the jug would have slipped straight through her servos and spilled right over. After, she made her way to the large freezer taking out a large tub of supersparkling ice cream and grabbed two small bowls from the shelf all the while ignoring the worried looks of Brightside she could feel behind her.
She calmed herself a little when she heard the few clangs of metal hitting counter and crumpling of what no doubt had to be aluminum foil, meaning he had busied himself away from her.
The femme made her scoops and placed them on her tray with the jug of oil. “Phoenix..”
Twice her spark had jumped a beat now. Luckily her servos clenched tightly around the edges of her tray before a light weight shifted onto her shoulder. She turned her helm enough to look up to the tall jet’s optics, narrowed and uneasy. “If you need a break, just tell me. I have no problem handling the customers on my own if you really need one.”
“No really, I’m fine Brightside. Trust me if I do have any problem I will tell you ok?”
The smile that crossed his faceplates felt more than unsure but who was she to say anything when all she wanted was to leave before any more awkwardness arose. “Alright.” He nodded “Just two more megacycles and you’ll be home free.”
She gave no reply but a simple nod and made her way out with the refreshments.
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“Brother be hurrying up!” Jetfire called over his shoulder.
Jetstorm heavily vented chasing after the orange mech with heavy pedes. “I’m..pant….coming! Be waiting up will you?”
“It not race if I am to be waiting for your slow pedes.” He chuckled.
“It not FAIR race when I am running on empty fuel tanks!” the blue mech growled.
‘Daw be coming on! There this new mall place just down road! Said to be very good. Look!” he pointed straight ahead to a small white and peach coloured building. Large glass windows had potted flowers all along their bottom edge, and a stripped bannister hanging from above the main entrance and all along the main wall. The cobblestone bottom almost made it seem someone made a shop out of their own home. The white wooden cross hatched garden fence that had been placed over the stones made it seem even more adorable. “Me thinks maybe sweet ol’ femme bot be owning this place don’t you think brother?” Jetfire called, softly giggling. He waited until the last pair of bots exit from the door and parted himself between it and the main interior, watching Jetstorm finally catching up with the last of his breath.
“You…pant..better…pant.. be paying!” Jetstorm leaned against his knees.
“Hehe. But of course.” Fire smile. “Now let eat! It smell so good in here.” He led Jetstorm by his arm to a small booth tucked away in a far corner. Each sitting on either side of the table. Jetstorm picked up a menu that had already been put into a small stand while Jetfire gazed over the chattering customers that filled the seats around them; searching for a waitress. Almost all the tables and booths around them were full, hard to imagine this place not having any servers. Eventually a glimpse of an apron’s bow caught his sight off a femme placing a pair of mugs down at another table and immediately began to wave. “Excuse! Excuse! Miss!”
“Just a sec,” Phoenix called back, turning around. “I’ll be right-“ She blinked. “Jetfire? Jetstorm?”
“Phinny?” The orange mech blinked back.
“Phinny?!” Jetstorm slapped down the menu from his face. “What you doing here?’
“I well,” she walked over casually. “I work here now.”
“Oh really?” Jetfire smiled. “That is being good news. Nice doings finding it.” He gave a thumb up.
“Yes. Tiz good you be finding new opportunity. Please be telling, who is old femme who-“
“Phoenix!” a tall white and violet mech appeared from behind the counter. “Would you mind setting up the new batch of muffins in the display case when you are done please?”  
“Sure thing.” The femme nodded.
“Who that?” asked Storm “He co-worker?”
“Co-worker and my boss. So what was that about an old femme?”
“Nothing…” Both twins synchronized.
No more than a cocked optic ridge did she ask any further but simply smiled holding out a pencil and a notepad. “So boys, what will it be?”
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‘Bbbbuuurrrrppppp…’
“Nice one brother.” Jetfire sipped the last of his oil.
“Thanking you.”
“Alright guys, I’m done for the day. Brightside will be over to give you your bill when you done.”
“Wait! We walk you home.” Said Storm.
“Yes. We pay now and walk you to apartment. Tiz no problem.”
“Uh n-no. No thank you. It’s very nice of you to offer but I do need to get going. Hope to see you again sometime.” She waved.
Jetstorm watched in surprise as Phoenix walked out the door without a second glance, chiming the small bell above. “What was that about?”
His brother shrugged. “I not know, probably just in rush like she say. You be waiting here while I go pay.”
The blue mech yet again watched his twin walk up and away. Her voice. There was something in her voice that seemed…off. But who was he to question it? She probably really was just in a hurry, but for what? He shook his helm. It was none of his business yet the nagging sensation kept on.
Up until a few days ago she seemed fine, almost happy to see him even wanted to be friends again.  Now when asking to simply walk her home it’s like she cringed at the idea. Was…she still afraid of him despite what she says? That he might do something unexpected or worse? Could he really blame her for thinking such things? No. He’d be a fool to think otherwise.
‘Okie for dokie let get going- brother? You alright?”
“Huh? Oh I..y-yes. Let us go now.” Without giving Jetfire a moment of a chance to ask Jetstorm took off in a steady walk for the main door.
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Street light flickered on by the time she got into the old, grungy building. Walls cracking with age and in some places; rot and moisture damage. Why Kup stuck around this place was beyond her but one thing for sure; she was not going to stick around herself.
It would be denial if she did not say her anger towards him was one of the main reasons, that and the fact when the sparkling comes a lot of space was going to be needed. Space that Uncle Kup clearly did not have. The smell and condition of the building were another thing altogether.
Quietly she slipped through the door, locking it and switching on a nearby lamp. No one on the couch. Must be in his room or something. Possibly went out. Either way Phoenix was glad she had a moment alone. She was not exactly in the mood for talking.
She tossed her bag to the side of the run-down old couch, dragged her worn down pedes to the kitchen and peered into the semi-empty fridge. A deep vent passed her lips glaring over what was left of a few part empty jars and half eaten pieces of food along the shelves.
“I knew I forgot to do something today.” Kup leaned against the open door lightly smiling. “So how was your first day?”
Phoenix only stared, saying nothing as she grabbed a can of coil soda.
“Err hey! Why don’t we go celebrate? My treat.”
Optics rolled in annoyance. “Forget it Kup.” She slammed the can down onto the living room table and grabbed her bag. ‘I wasn’t hungry anyway.” No turning back did she march past him, disappearing behind a slammed berthroom door.
Kup didn’t need to watch. He pinched the bridge of his oilfactory sensor for only a nanoclick before taking his anger out on the fridge door, slamming it shut with a loud bang.
Inside the berthroom Phoenix flinched to the sound of the forcefully closed door outside, but nothing more. Her bag dropped to the floor as did she falling to her berth back struts first. Nothing filled her mind, nothing could be felt. She was numb, staring blankly upward to her white ceiling. It was so relaxing. Would it not be wonderful if she could just stay this way forever?
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 YYyaaaayyy!

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SeptarsisScalie's avatar

I do know one thing after rereading this, the evil Jetstorm's going to come back. With more scarier Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde moments.