Opposites Attract

A few weeks have passed, the Decepticons have gone quiet once more. Meaning Saber has become...impatient. It's how she always is when they Decepticons go quiet. It means they are planning something. Something big. Something...dangerous. And that scares her almost. Knowing exactly what extent Slade is willing to go to. However, it seems she doesn't know him as well as she thinks.

***

Wheels spin against the hard ground, digging up metal and the occasional dirt from the ground. More wheels are heard nearing, so the silver and blue car transforms. A few black and purple cars also transform right in front of her. When she transforms. She gracefully maneuvers around the mechs, when she lands behind them. She turns and kicks both of their helms straight off.

A few seconds later, Bumblebee, Smokescreen, and Racer drive over. When they transform they look down at the cons with no helms. "Primus, what did they do to get their helms torn off?" Smokescreen asks with a smile on his faceplates. Saber rolls her optics, then turns towards where the Decepticon military base is located. Kaon.

A servo is placed on her shoulder, when she looks over there stands Racer giving her a sympathetic look. She just looks down, then walks forwards. "Let's go." That's where it happened. When she lost her Sire. Saber doesn't really remember it, just from what little she was told. Not very many bots were happy to talk about how they lost their leader. To be honest, she didn't really want to know.

The four bots transform and begin to make their way towards Kaon, the Decepticon capital. Tears begin to form in the corners of Saber's optics, thinking about how this is the last place her Sire was before he died. Her wheel's drift off from the sudden loss of train of thought.

Noticing this, Racer quickly drives next to her, to make sure she doesn't drive into any debris. The others take the lead, knocking any debris out of the way. Ever since that dream, Saber has been wanting to learn more about her Sire. Though, it's been hard seeing as no one wants to talk about him. She doesn't speak about it, because she knows it will only cause pain to resurface.

We transform once close enough, quickly, Smokescreen uses the device that allows him to faze through things and goes through the wall. A Decepticon comes over and starts firing at us. Gaining the attention of many others nearby.

"Great." Saber mutters under her breath. Bumblebee and Racer quickly start to make work of the cons, when she is about to help out, a blast hits her from behind. Causing her to stumble forward.

"Why must you always get in my way, love?" The sound of transforming is heard, immediately, the cons back off. Loud pede steps make their way over. There stands Slade.

"Slade." The three are massively out numbered. But even so, Saber still has the anger to growl at him.

"Kill the mechs," Saber instantly reaches back and grabs the handle of her blade. It was forged by Solus specifically for her. It is however, not nearly as powerful as the Thirteen's weapons. A con shoots her in the back, causing her grip on the handle blade to slip. "No fighting, just listen." Slade says lowly as he runs forwards and pins her arms against the building.

"Isn't fighting what you want, Slade?!" She shouts in his face, he just glares at her with his beady red optics.

"No, Saber. What I want, is for you to stop fighting me." Saber growls at him, then kicks him in the stomach. Still, he doesn't let go.

"Not as long as you continue this war." Bumblebee and Racer are both pushed into the corner, blasters pointed to their helms.

"I don't want to hurt you Saber, but I will remove you if I must." As if on cue, Smokescreen comes through the wall, smashing into Slade. Using the Decepticon's shock, Bumblebee and Racer both take out the few Decepticons still looking at them. Then they all transform and race off towards the base in Iacon. The Decepticons get back up and get ready to chase after the Autobots, but Slade puts his arm up. "No, let them go. They've been warned." He turns and walks back towards the base, transforming, he makes his way to the Kaon capital base.

***

Saber, Bumblebee, Racer, and Smokescreen transform at the entrance to the Autobot base in Iacon. Once there, they are greeted by some other Autobots patrolling. They enter the base and head towards the meeting room where they discuss the plan of action.

"Well, he should know by now, we aren't going to stand down." Ratchet says with his grumpy voice, Racer looks over at Saber though. She hasn't spoken a word since they got back.

"Saber, you alright?" He asks quietly, as to not get everyone's attention. However, they still manage to hear the worry in his tone.

"I'm fine." She quickly shakes her helm, obviously trying to not space out again. Looking at Racer, she gives a half hearted smile. It's not exactly a real one though. They seem to notice that.

"Prime, maybe you should step back for a moment." Saber looks over at Wheeljack, sighing, she looks down with her arms crossed.

"We can handle it, besides I think it would be best if you tried to stay as far away from Slade as possible. We already know he could and might injure you again." Ratchet states with his know it all tone. But also worry. Which isn't very common, not to many at least.

"Fine, but if you find anything else about the information you found. Tell me." They all nod, with one last sigh, she turns and walk out of the room. Making her way down the hallway, she heads towards her berthroom. Passing a few other rooms that belong to the other Autobots in the Institute. This pain emits in her stomach, it's not too big, but also doesn't go unnoticed.

Once she gets to her berthroom, she puts in the code and walks in. The doors shutting gently behind her. The room doesn't have very many things in it, just her tools, extra weapons, a berth, a small table with a few datapads on it, and a picture.

Instinctively, she walks over to the table. Grabbing the picture datapad, she sits down on the berth. A few stray tears form in her optics, a single tear drops onto the datapad. It's a picture of the olden times. During the first war. The original Autobots, the Autobots that saved her people. Some of them still live, some of them sadly were killed. The picture isn't very good quality, and so the only bots she can make out in the picture are, Bulkhead, Cliffjumper, Ratchet, Bumblebee, and Arcee. Bumblebee and Bulkhead were a bit more difficult to figure out. There is only one mech she could never figure out who it was. Until that dream. That mech that stands in between the Autobots.

Is her Sire.

Sadly, two of those Autobots are dead. Cliffjumper had been killed when they went to Earth, Arcee had been sadly killed in the beginning of this war. It had been a hard time, Arcee was loved by all, however she lost her spark to Megatron. Starting the war.

Saber looks closer at the photo, squinting her optics, she notices three humans standing next to three of the bots. A girl and, what appears to be, two boys. She pulls the picture back, "The Autobots worked with humans?" Once the Autobots came back and repaired Cybertron, they never spoke of the humans. Only that they helped keep their planet from being destroyed by the Decepticons. No one ever knew that they worked with them, as friends.

A small smile reaches her derma, putting the datapad down, she feel this pain radiate through her stomach again. This time more painful. Instinctively, her servo goes to her stomach, hoping to stop the pain. But as quick as it came, it goes away.

Saber's spark slowly calms down, surely someone watching vitals is going to notice sooner or later that her spark isn't doing so well. She curses under her breath, then holds out her servo, she is no medic, but she still manages to take off a piece of plating. Underneath, is a bunch of cords. This is where her medic in training lessons from Ratchet come in.

She finds the cord that connects her spark rate to the Autobot systems, then cuts it. Of course it's going to raise questions, but that was better than them noticing her spark rate rising unnaturally. With a soft and steady breath of air, she puts the plating back on. Saber looks up and pushes back on the berth so her back is against the wall. Then lets her helm rest back against the grey walls.

***

"Saber." A muffled voice asks, "Saber!" She moves about an inch, "Saber Prime!" She shoots up with her forearm blade out, moving quickly, she pins the mech to the ground with her blades to their neck cables. "Saber!"

Saber didn't even notice her spark was going nuts at the moment, her breathing is fast and uneven, she is sweating, and she is shaking. She stares down at Racer. Who has his servos on her arms, gently trying to calm her down.

"It's okay, just breathe. I called Ratchet, he's going to be here soon." Saber moves and gets off of him, putting her forearm blades back in her arms. But she seemed to have moved too quickly. The pain returns in her stomach. She silently curses in Cybertronian. "Saber, sit." When she doesn't comply, Racer walks over, after getting up, and pushes her gently onto the berth.

"Wha-" Before she gets the chance to say anything, Ratchet comes barging in quickly.

"Come, now!" He grabs her arm and practically drags her down the hallway to the medic room.

"Ratchet-" He takes a wrench and smacks her over the helm with it.

"Nah ah ah." Ratchet waves the wrench around, threatening to hit her with it again. She quickly shuts up after that. He continues dragging her over and placing her on the berth. "Stay." He says with a very strict tone.

"Ratchet-" He turns towards her with the wrench again.

"No talking!" He smacks her on the helm with it again, causing her to rub the top of her helm with her servo.

"Ratchet stop!" She shouts, trying to stand up, but the medic shouts at her again. And shoves her back onto the table.

"Why didn't you say anything?!" Ratchet asks, anger in his blue optics. "Why didn't you tell me your wound was messing with your spark!?" Noticing I wasn't going to move, he turns and grabs a tool.

"I'm sorry, I just didn't think it was that big of a deal." That isn't necessarily true, but not sure how long he will really believe that one. If at all. That is confirmed when Ratchet throws the wrench at her helm again, only this time, she manages to duck down as it hits the wall.

"Lay down!" Ratchet commands angrily, this time she complies and lays down against he berth. He gently takes off the part of her armor plating that covers her stomach. The pain returns upon the feeling of removing the plating. Noticing this, Ratchet grabs a needle. Then sticks it in her neck cables. "Why must you be so difficult sometimes, Saber?" He asks, her vision going black. Soon enough, she is out cold. "You aren't making this promise to Optimus any easier." He says to himself really, since she is out already. Then begins working on healing her.

***

A few days have passed now, Ratchet still refuses to let Saber leave the berth. Even though the wound has successfully healed. There is no more pain and there is no more wound. But still, Ratchet won't let her leave. He fears that she will pull something like this again.

"Ratchet, I promise, I won't lie again." She practically begs him to let her leave, he grumbles a few words in cybertronian, but looks over at her.

"Fine," She jumps off the berth, only to be met with a wrench to the helm. "But if you pull something like this again, I swear to Primus Saber, I will keep you locked in the room for two weeks if I must!" She quickly apologizes again, then runs out of the room. Her servo goes to the spot on her helm where she was smacked with the wrench.

"Ouch." She mutters, feeling a presence soon after. Then a laugh.

"Word of advice, don't lie to Ratchet when it comes to a wound. He'll lose it." Saber laughs, looking over at Racer. The white and red mech with blue optics stares into her own blue optics.

"Yeah, good to know. He really loves his wrenches." She mutters that last part, gaining a laugh again from Racer. Who is leaning against the balcony they now stood on. All of Iacon can be seen from up here. The two moons rest in the peaceful black space that surround them. Saber gently closes her optics, feeling arms wrap around her. Unconsciously, she leans into the arms. Feeling the warmth of the mech's chassis, she rests her helm on it. It's warmth being the only thing keeping her warm in the darkness of the night.

"You ever wonder what before the first war was like?" Saber mutters quietly, not knowing if her heard or not, "We constantly see all these ruins, only few remain from that time, and not many can remember before the wars. Don't you ever just wonder, what it was like?" Her voice comes out as more of a whisper, looking out at the ruins of Cybertron. They had been somewhat built again only to be torn to shreds when the new war started.

"Yeah, I suppose. But I know that these wars are what created us. If it weren't for the wars, you most likely wouldn't have been born. I remember your Carrier wasn't Primes first sparkmate. His first was killed in the first war. If she hadn't been, he would have never met your Carrier, and you would have never been born. Same goes for all of us." He whispers back to Saber, "If things hadn't gone the way they did, then things now wouldn't be here. Saber, I think everything happened for a reason. Not just because of the choices people made. But because that's what was meant to happen." Her optics begin to feel heavier, listening to his soft voice, the warmth spreading through her body. Warming her spark to it's core. "If things hadn't happen as they did, I would have never met you, Saber." The stars sparkle brightly in the night sky.

Every bot has by now already gone to sleep, heck, even the Decepticons are probably asleep. Saber's mind begins to wander to Slade. Tears form in her optic just from thinking about him. If she had never killed Megatron, would he still love her like he used to? Does he even love her? Saber's spark pulses in anger and hurt just thinking about the chance that her sparkmate doesn't love her. If Slade didn't care, then why would he not hurt her, why would he not just kill her already? He has had so many chances to now. But he doesn't. Why?

Saber glares at the sky, some part of her hoping that the answers will just appear to her. But they don't. A servo gently rubs against her back, noticing she had started crying. "I know you want to be with him Saber, but somethings just aren't possible. Slade might be one of them." More tears stream down her face.

"I know, but I still love him anyways." That's what hurt the most, he could hurt her over and over again, but she would always love him. That's what scared her. Not the fact that he might hurt her, but the fact that she will still love him for it.

"I will always love him." She hides her faceplates in his chassis, crying, wishing for the pain to go away. But only for it to grow worse. Everyday her spark yearns to be with his. She's tried everything she can think of to possibly make the pain go away. But that isn't so easy when he is the Decepticon lord and she is the Autobot Leader.

"I guess opposites really do attract."