My Predacon

The night has passed now, Racer had left during the night so he didn't wake up Saber in the morning. However it didn't go quite as planned. "She has a strong grip, Primus." He groans, sitting in the chair in the main room. Ratchet is fixing a cut wound from Saber's digits when she wouldn't let go.

"Well she was having nightmares." Ratchet says, bandaging up the cut. It's not a small one either, it goes down from his elbow to his wrist. "I'm just surprised she didn't wake up when she scratched you." Racer stands up. A few other mechs sit around the table and just chit chat with each other here and there.

"Yeah, I was going to bring the small Predacon. But I really would like to not get scratched again. So I think I'll just wait till she wakes up." Racer tells the medic, who is typing at the computer. As if on cue, the doors open and there stands the tired and exhausted femme. "Well you look like scrap." Racer blurts out, next thing you know he is on the ground, her forearm blade to his neck cables. "Alright, alright! I'm sorry!" He shouts, gaining everyone's attention immediately.

A few mechs just laugh and shake their helms, the femme tilting her helm slightly. Normally she would laugh as well, or at least be somewhat playful about it. But something feels...off. "Saber? You alright?" Racer asks, once the femme finally lets him sit up. She stands up and walks away.

"She hit her helm or somethin'?." Smokescreen says, everyone looking over at him. "What? You were all thinking the same thing." A few of the mechs just sigh and shake their helms.

Saber walks silently towards her berthroom, Hydra resting around her shoulders. This has become somewhat a normal thing. Hydra's helm rests on the edge of her shoulder blade, while her tail rests against Saber's chassis. The femme walks for a while before stopping at the edge of the rooftop. The institute below her pedes, she sits down with her pedes dangling off the edge.

"You really think avoiding them will help?" Saber doesn't look up at the femme who spoke, the femme chuckles lightly. "You know you could never avoid me, after all, we are very close." She finally looks over at the femme. Her bright red and slightly purple armor stands out against her almost white protoform a pair of bright purple-blue optics stare into Saber's bright crystal blue ones. Saber just looks down at the fallen Iacon city. "Thinking about how it looked before the wars?"

"I didn't know you were gonna be here Nova." Saber says getting to the point quickly. Nova just sighs.

"And here I thought you would be happy to see me." Saber just rolls her optics, turning slightly to look at the femme. "I know what happened with Slade," That causes the femme to look away quickly, Nova softens at this. "Saber...he left knowing that you could control this. That's why I left to, so you could be a Prime like him and not worry about me," small tears form in Saber's optics. You can tell she is trying to hold them back.

"I didn't need help then, and I don't need it now." Sabers words are cold and harsh, but underneath that you can hear the sadness and heartbreak. Nova just sighs. Standing up, she looks down at Saber one last time.

"Fine, but it doesn't matter what he said, we aren't going anywhere. You can push us away, Saber. But we're just going to push back harder." With that said, she turns and walks away. The femme puts her helm in her servos, anger and sadness flooding her processor.

"I promise, I will take both of them from you..."

Saber quickly shakes her helm, trying to get his voice out of her processor. If he had said that before, she wouldn't have thought so much about it. But now she knows that he might actually do it. It scares her, not knowing. She could stand to lose both of them, of course both of them would be the only two bots she cares about most.

A soft servo lands on her shoulder blade, looking back, her optics meet Bumblebee's bright beetle blue ones. Saber opens her mouth to say something, but Bumblebee beats her too it. "I know you're not that scared to lose them," She just looks down at the ground below her pedes, this sadness in her optics. "You're scared that he might actually take them from you." He whispers sadly, for once, Saber doesn't have anything to say. Everyone had always just assumed she was scared of losing them. But Bumblebee realized that it wasn't losing them she was afraid of. It was that he might actually do it.

"I....I'm sorry Bumblebee..." She mutters, tears streaming from her optics. Bumblebee had always been like an older brother to her. Ever since...he died.

"Saber, it's alright." He says after a while, understanding what she is talking about. "You were a sparkling, there wasn't anything you could do." He whispers quietly, wrapping his arms around her skinny body and holding her close. "None of us blame you." He whispers, her helm resting against his chassis as she cries silently. "But you can't let that fear control you Saber, only let your determination strive you to fight back harder." They both sit like that for a while, staring at the moons in the distance.

A few hours pass, and Saber is walking with Racer to Ratchet's med bay. Hydra sits around the femme's shoulders in slight fear of the medic who is sitting on the chair when they enter. The small predacon quickly jumps up and leaps off Saber's shoulders.

However, the femme moves fast enough and grabs the small predacon. "I know Hydra, but your wing is still damaged." She whispers quietly to the frightened predacon. Hydra, wines in Saber's arms. When Saber lays Hydra down on the berth, she watches carefully so Hydra doesn't try to run.

Ratchet stands up and walks over to the small predacon, "Don't worry little one, it's going to be okay." He says softly, which kinda surprises Racer a bit. He has yet to actually see Ratchet being soft and kind. Hydra starts to calm down, but squeaks for Saber. The femme sighs, then looks at Ratchet, waiting for his nod, she walks over to Hydra. Softly wrapping her arms around the small predacon's neck cables. As in a way of a hug almost.

"Alright, now hold still." Ratchet begins to work on fixing the small predacon. Only a few times, did Saber have to really hold onto Hydra. But once Ratchet welded most of the wing back together, the painful part started to go away.

"Why can't you just sedate her?" Racer asks, he is standing against the door frame, mostly just to make sure the predacon doesn't run off.

"I would, but unfortunately it is not strong enough to remain in her system. Her predacon blood quickly removes the serum before it can take effect." Racer nods his helm, so basically, she is invulnerable to the serum they have. "Now hold her still, we have one last part," Ratchet warns, just as he pulls out the big thorn that came from the debris, Hydra jumps up.

"Uh oh!" Hydra uses her fire breathing on Saber, causing her to quickly dodge the blow by jumping to the side. Hydra takes this chance to jump on the medics helm and whip Racer in the faceplates with her spiky tail.

"Scrap!" Racer shouts, watching as Hydra runs out the door. Saber quickly gets up, running out the door after the small predacon. Racer makes sure Ratchet is all fine in the process.

"Hydra! I NEEDED THAT!!!" Ratchets voice can be heard down the hall, a few Autobots quickly jump out of the way, seeing the predacon running away from the medic's room. Followed shortly by Saber Prime. They all quickly act like they saw nothing and continue on with their day.

"Hydra! Stop!" Hydra runs down the halls, and through a pair of doors. Saber quickly runs in after her, not reading the sign above the door.

'Rooftop'

Saber bursts through the door, seeing that she is now on the roof. Only at the edge of the roof, Hydra is clawing to the edge. She must have accidentally went over and caught the edge with her claws. "Hydra!' Saber shouts, running over, attempting to reach down and grab the smaller predacon.

Fire breathes out of her derma, sharp teeth showing now. But there is fear and uncertainty in her optics. "It's okay Hydra, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." The fire begins to go away at the soft tone of Saber's voice box. She quickly reaches down and grabs the small predacon, however her pede slips.

The small predacon yelps with fear, closing her optics and bracing for the death coming to her. However, nothing happens. She gently opens her optics, Saber's servo is wrapped around Hydra tightly. Her other servo has her sword handle in it. The sword caught them when she fell. Hydra instinctively shifts closer to Saber. Attempting to move her wing only for the pain in her wing to return.

"Calm down, it's okay." Saber calms the predacon down, then uses her shoulder blade to push the button on her helm. "Racer, could use some help on the rooftop." She says into the comm, only for a blast to shoot right next to her helm. "Scrap!' Her hold on the predacon falters and she nearly falls. "Now!" She shouts into the comm. Her optics look around, seeing a few Decepticons have showed up. Slade in the front staring at her.

Saber tries to pull up on the blade, only to fall further down the wall. Another blast nearly hits her, just as Racer runs up. "Just kill them already!" Saber shouts, her grip on the wall faltering. "Scrap!" She shouts, the blade falling out of place. She and Hydra begin to free fall. Her digits dig into the wall, slowing their fall slightly. It's like this blackness formed around them.

"Huh?" Racer whispers, the Femme and the predacon just disappeared. He puts his digit to the comm link. "Guys we got Decepticons out front! Saber just....disappeared! Get out here now!" Many Autobots quickly come out of the institute, blasting and killing off many Decepticons, but also some Autobots lose their lives.

***

Saber falls from a tall height, wrapping her body around the small Predacon. When she hits the ground, her breathing finally calms down. "Saber?" A femme's voice asks, sitting up. Saber looks over and sees the mechs and femme from before. Hydra gets scared and quickly jumps up and runs. The femme just groans, standing up and grabbing the small predacon.

"Is that a-" One of the mechs start only to be interrupted by another.

"Predacon?!" They shout, anger and shock in their optics. Saber just looks at them confused, glaring at said predacon.

"What is it still doing alive?" That set Saber off, Hydra wines slightly in fear of the mechs. The femme just puts her servos on her hips when Hydra moves to her shoulder blade.

"She is my Predacon." Anger forms in Sabers voice, her optics are practically daring one of them to say otherwise.

The one who appears to be Prima scoffs, "That Predacon is a beast, if you don't kill it now, it will kill you when it gets older." He says as if its a matter of fact situation. The femme's glare intensifies.

"She will not, she will fight for us. And, she is named Hydra. Use it." Some of the mechs are taken back by the tone of her voice. Saber walks forwards, towards Prima. "She is my friend, she is my family. She isn't going anywhere." Saber's servo twitches slightly in anger, it doesn't help how her blade is still in her servo. Prima and her have a death glare battle. Sabers glare however wins. Shocking all of the mechs and the femme who is Solus.

"Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you." Saber backs up, the predacon rising to stand on all fours, while on Sabers shoulder blades. Her tail waving around, danger in her optics. Fire appearing in her derma, and it's pointed straight towards Prima. That same look is in Sabers optics.

"Fine, but don't say I wasn't right." Saber feels the predacon rub her helm against Saber's. Hydras wings open up wide, surprising some of them. "When we beat the Decepticons with her help." With that said, Saber and Hydra disappear into the darkness.

***

A pair of bright blue optics open, with the predacon still on her shoulder blades, Saber looks down at the Decepticons and Autobots fighting below her. The anger still forming in her optics, quickly scanning each and every bot and con, her optics meet the Decepticon Lords.

"You stay here," Saber whispers, the small predacon jumping from her shoulder blades and onto the hard rooftop ground. With a small click she agrees. The femme jumps from the rooftop, using her blade that she still had in her servos to make her way down to the ground.

"Saber, it's been a while hasn't it?" He whispers, suddenly appearing in front of her. She stands tall, her optics glaring at him, upon noticing her anger he smiles slightly. "What? You aren't that mad are you?" He whispers, amusement and curiosity in his optics.

"Did you find it?" She whispers back, seeing as the wall is right behind her, so running is out of the question. Saber glares at the mech before her. Only now does she notice the blade in his servos. In an instant, his blade is to her neck cables. However, Saber manages to remain calm. Her optics move up above her for a second, seeing the small predacon peak her helm over the edge. She sends a glare towards the predacon, telling her not to come down.

Slade uses his other servo and grabs her chin, making her look at him. "Yes, I did. I wanted to come and thank you personally for the information," His voice is soothing and Saber just wants to hug him and- No. Not gonna happen. "Don't worry Saber, I'll make great use of it." He says quietly, taking his servo away and reaching down, he pulls a blade out from his side holder.

The femme quickly looks away, her free servo grabbing his with his own blade in it. She quickly swings her blade at his helm, however the new blade blocks it easily. Which isn't very common since her blade was created by Solus. Not many blade can actually keep hers back. Only few can, this being one of them. Slade slams her back into the wall, kicking the blade from her servo.

He puts his own blade back into it's spot on his back, when Saber pushes off the wall and begins to try and run, his servo grabs her by the neck cables and slams her back into the wall. Her servos instinctively try to claw at his own servo. "Saber, why must you be so difficult?" He whispers, this dangerous look in his optics. The same look she had in hers. The point of the new blade rests just under her chin, causing her helm to be pushed back against the wall.

A small scratch forms where the tip of the blade touches, with a glare, she kicks the mech. However Slade manages to turn to the side so she misses him. Her optics look straight up, since she cannot look down. Once again, the small predacon looks down at her. Anger and determination in the small cons optics. Saber tries to shake her helm, but she can't move at all.

Instead, she looks down at the blade in his servos. It's the purple and black sword, the one the Decepticons had created. The dark star saber sword. It had been lost to the Autobots when Megatron had fallen. Saber decided to put it where the Decepticons would never look, the pits. Where Megatron became the war lord. It's what Slade was looking for. And she told him exactly where to find the one blade that could be a definite threat to her. Now he has it to her neck cables.

"I don't want to kill you Saber, but I will get you out of the way." The blade leaves her neck cables, and instead pierces her stomach. Saber cries out, she tries to get free, but the servo holds her still against the wall. The pain spreads through to her spark, causing everything to go black for a moment from the shock in her spark. Her breathing calms immediately from the reset in her spark. He pulls the blade out, energon dripping from it, he looks up just in time to see the predacon jump on him. "Scrap!" He shouts, feeling the claws dig into his faceplates.

"H-Hydra..." Saber mutters, her servo going over her stomach. Slade lets go and stumbles back. Saber's spark glows brightly, however, the bright blue color dims to a darker more dull one. Her optics flicker slightly, Slade pulls Hydra from his faceplates and throws her to the ground. A kick lands on his faceplates, looking over he sees Racer standing in front of Saber now. She slides down the wall landing on the ground, her helm is back and her optics are offline.

"See you soon, my love." He says, then transforms, flying off, just as he leaves the Decepticons are all finished off.

"Saber!" Racer shouts, running over to her quickly. He wraps his arms around her and picks her up, "Ratchet!" He shouts as loud as he can. Saber's helm falls back as he runs into the base, energon leaking through the wound and all down her side. The bright green-blue colored liquid covers her silvery-white servos. Racer quickly lays her down on the berth, Ratchet running over. When did he get here?

"Saber?!" Tons of shouting is heard from the room, while a silent purple, red, and white femme leans against the door frame. Watching. Worry and sadness in her optics. The predacon rests on her shoulder blades, since Saber is being helped, she is watching over Hydra. She sighs, staring into the femme's soft optics that are now offlined.

"Time to kill the glitch that did this to you..." She mutters, her servo twitching slightly with anger in her optics.

"And I know exactly who did this. Little Sis." Her hard purple-blue optics glare at the femme laying on the med bay. Anger boiling in her optics.

"I'm gonna kill the son of a glitch."