Wow. This is it. The last chapter of Forgotten Sun. I cant believe that we're here.

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(edit 4/3/15 realised I didn't use spell check)

Prowl was standing in the shadows outside the medbay, doorwings flared in a rare show of eavesdropping as he listened to Prime and Ratchet in the medbay. Ratchet had been working nonstop on the twins for the last two weeks. He was ready to collapse but everyone knew that he wouldn't. Not until the twins were stable.

"Sunstreaker's frame has failed. If we were still on Cybertron I might be able to rebuild him a new frame, Primus knows I've done it enough times to both of them."

Ratchet was speaking, his voice heavy with grief but he tried to keep his tone gruff and professional.

"The only reason either of them are still functioning, if you can even call it that, is because Sunstreaker's on life support."

"You don't think they will come back online?" Prime asked, his own voice heavy.

"They won't. I know they won't." Ratchet said, his voice fainter as he moved away. "I've seen them at the gates of the Well hundreds of times. I've lost most of my sanity trying to keep those two on this side of the Well. I swear they jump onto seekers just to see how close to the Well they can get before I yank them back!"

His voice had risen in anger but Prowl could detect the grief in his words. This was hurting the medic far more than he was willing to show. He had raised the twins when they were orphans on the street before they disappear and he was the only mech they would ever go to when they reappeared after Ironhide dragged their sorry frames out of a fire fight almost fifteen metacycles later.

Ratchet loved those twins and this was killing him.

"Ratchet-"

"Don't 'Ratchet' me Prime!" The medic snarled, "Just-just don't."

They were silent for a moment.

"Is there anything you can do for them? Any way to bring them back to us?" Optimus asked. It was hurting the Prime as well. Loosing another two of their already dying race was devastating for him. With so few left, they had gotten closer. Even Prowl had to admit that he was far closer to colleagues then he ever thought possible.

Jazz flashed though his processor and he winced. He missed the silver mech. They desperately needed his carefree attitude, his ability to keep their spirits up even at the darkest of moments.

And this was one of them.

"You know what the only options are." Ratchet bit out, Prowl just barely hearing his quiet words. "You know exactly what they are."

"Yes." Optimus replied. "Yes I do."

A quiet whine started to fill the air and Prowl trembled, his doorwings shivering from the cry. Ratchet had never been one to voice his grief. The only times he had was when his family unit was terminated in the Youth Sectors, and when his friend terminated himself.

"I've never felt so helpless."

Ratchet's words were a whisper, grief and sorrow making his voice crack.

"I can't do anything for them. First Jazz, then Ironhide and Que, now Cybertron's only set of twins. My twins…my-my… my creations."

Prowl lowered his helm, optics shuttered as he continued to listen. If only he had found Sunstreaker.

There were so few of them left, he had sworn to himself that when he finally gave the order to abandon Cybertron and follow Optimus into the stars for a new home, he would ensure that every Autobot would be accounted for.

And he had failed.

Sunstreaker had been left behind.

Tortured in ways nobody could hope to understand as he was ripped from his twin and spent who-knows-how-long trying to get off the planet.

He had seen the damage to the once golden twin. He knew he should never have been able to leave Cybertron's atmosphere, let alone travel though space at the speeds he had forced himself to, let alone re-enter Earth's atmosphere.

And he knew there was only one way they would ever be reunited.

"Taking him off life support is the only way they will be together." Ratchet said finally. "I don't know what Shockwave did to Sunstreaker but it tore the bond apart. It's been re-established, but it's weak. It's like a brand new bond. It can't handle the emotions they are trying to force on it and I fear it will shatter under their own desperation for each other. If it does shatter, what you saw with Sideswipe? When he attacked Prowl? That will be nothing to what it will do to them. It will kill them."

"And this is the only way?" Optimus asked.

"Prime, they've been though pit and back. Forced upgrades, brutal metacycles in the gladiatorial fights, this entire fraggin war. I can't count how many times they've nearly terminated. But they always had each other. They were always together. But this? This like nothing that has ever happened to them. They were separated for the longest time ever Prime!" Ratchet stressed. "Had they been together, they might pull though. But they were created together Prime. They're literally a part of each other. They should both have offlined already. They're too far gone Optimus. They want to die. They just want to be together and they don't care what it takes. Sunstreaker is dragging his twin to the Well and Sideswipe isn't trying to stop him." Ratchet continued. "All that life support is doing is keeping them apart. They could last for months like this. Years even in this limbo state. On Cybertron, fine. I would risk it. But not on Earth. Not when they have been tortured like this for four years and not when I have no way to build Sunstreaker a new frame."

"Then taking Sunstreaker off life support is the best thing for them."

Prowl flinched like he had been slapped.

Those condemning words.

The only way to reunite them when he failed in his duty. The only way to finally give them back their freedom.

Ratchet's quiet cry escalated in volume. Prowl knew what he would say and he knew that it would more likely break the war-torn medic.

"Yes."

It was a whisper, so over whelmed with grief that Prowl almost missed it.

"It's the only way to give them back their lives."

xxXXxx

I was still aware of the pain.

Pain and darkness.

A darkness greater than anything I had faced was before me and I struggled toward it. I could see Sideswipe at the edge, his faceplates crossed with worry and pain as again I was held back from my twin by invisible ties.

The bond was back but it was weak. It felt like it was going to shatter but I couldn't control my emotions.

I just wanted to be with him. We were so close! So close together but something, some invisible thing, kept us apart.

I reached for him, just wanting to touch him but something surged up between us, gold optic glowing and massive purple frame towering over us.

No!

I screamed over the bond as Shockwave grabbed my brother, my twin, in an iron grip. His pain surged though me, rocking the fragile bond as I struggled to get free. The ties didn't even shift and I struggled wildly in the darkness to try and get free.

Sunstreaker!

He cried out, struggling against Shockwave as we both felt his grip tighten. It felt like our very spark was being crushed.

Please!

I begged.

Please, let me go! I have to help him!

I didn't know who I was crying out to. Shockwave didn't care. He had us both. Just like he wanted and I could feel the bond start to break under the pressure.

No! Please no! Sideswipe!

And then all of a sudden I could move. I surged forward with a vengeance, new strength flooding my limbs as I rushed the massive form of Shockwave.

I never got to him as he abruptly dissolved, releasing a limp Sideswipe.

Sides!

I rushed to him, and he stirred, shaking his helm before bright blue optics finally refocused on me.

Sunny?

xxXXxx

I onlined my optics, then shuttered them at the piercing light over helm. I raised a weak servo to try and block the light. As I did so, I saw that my bracer had been replaced, the paint my usually bright gold color. I examined my servo. It was completely repaired, the armor that had been stripped away replaced. There weren't even scars to show what had been done to me.

Where are we?

It was Sideswipe. I rolled over onto my side, coming faceplate to faceplate with him.

He was smiling.

Not one of his cocky, half cracked smirks, not his feral, half wild grin, not his false smirk that he forced into place when we were hurting. But a genuine smile.

The one he only gave me.

I reached out, not believing he was here beside me but I touched his faceplates even as he reached toward me.

His touch trailed up my jaw, fingering the edge of my helm vent and I smiled back.

I grabbed him even as he grabbed me, clinging to each other as we both broke down, sobs wracking our frames and our split spark singing together.

Too long.

Far too long.

We're together.

Finally together.

Can't be separate.

Never will be apart.

Emotions roared across the reunited bond like it had never been damaged, our thoughts merging even as we hugged each other, servos exploring the other's frame as though to confirm the other was really there. In nano-klicks we were tangled up in each other, just relishing in feeling each other's frames against our own. His frame was perfect, no scars marring the smooth, slick surface and even as his digits ran up my side I knew that my frame was smooth as well.

New frames.

I said.

How it should have been. Like we had never spent our entire lives fighting to keep functioning.

Sideswipe replied.

We're safe. We're safe here.

Where is here?

It was Sideswipe that asked.

Don't know, don't care.

Really. Where are we Sunny? I don't recognise the place.

At his words I finally glanced up, realising that he was right. Cautiously we sat up, still pressing against each other as though this wouldn't last and I looked around.

We were on a hill, smooth polished metal beneath us while two full moons just peeked over the horizon. Flat lands stretched as far as the optic could see in all directions while behind us more hills continued up till they became towering, jagged mountains. Far off in the distance, the spires of a city towered into the sky, lights making the entire city glow.

I…I think we're on Cybertron.

I said, staring around us in shock. The place was smooth, clean. Pure. War hadn't torn apart the landscape, streaking the sky with ash grey smoke and fire.

What?! Impossible!

Sideswipe objected, staring at me in shock.

I… I think it is.

Loud, deep throated laugher had us scrambling to our peds, spinning around. For some reason, neither of us felt threatened, something in our very sparks telling us we were safe here.

Before us stood a towering figure, bright silver with gold accents. Neither of us could tell if it was mech or femme, but it's optics glowed pure gold that put my paint to shame.

We both took a nervous step back, unsure who the stranger was but the strange feeling of peace remained.

"Peace younglings. You are safe."

The being's voice echoed over the landscape, through our helms and across the very bond that forever tied us together.

"Yes, you are on Cybertron. A new Cybertron where war has not touched me. Where brother does not fight brother and no one is left to fall away forgotten."

I wanted to believe him. We both did. So desperately we wanted to believe this stranger that said we were safe.

"Look around you." The being commanded, a huge arm sweeping out across the landscape. "Does it look like war had touched me? Does it look like the way you knew me?"

All of a sudden, we knew who we were facing.

Primus laughed again, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to shake the very planet.

"Yes. I am who you call Primus. The one that decided what you should be. The one that decided you should be called miracles of life, not mistakes of the Allspark. The one that watched over my precious twins like I watched over every other mech and femme that I gave life too." The being said and warmth burned though our frames.

Miracles?

Nobody has ever called us miracles.

I like it. I really do.

Me too.

Love pulsed across the bond, more than we had ever felt before and we glanced back at Primus. The being was smiling. Looking down at us in pride. Ratchet had been the only one to ever do so like that and our sparks flooded with warmth, love, and pride.

Pride, in us!

We were monsters from the pits, beings that had been stripped to their primal instincts and made to fight for their lives. We had slaughtered hundreds of thousands and didn't regret it.

And Primus was proud of us! It was over whelming.

"I am more proud of you Sunstreaker, and you Sideswipe, then you realise." Primus said, knowing our thoughts and yet it wasn't invasive. "You are both strong, beautiful, powerful mechs. You have survived where any single mech would have perished. You found strength to believe that things could get better, even when you were surrounded by murders and destruction. I am proud to call you my creations. My twins."

Primus laughed again, the sound rolling over us in a wave and when we glanced back at the being, Primus was gone. We still felt his love though, pulsing over our bond and wrapping us in warmth.

Then without a backwards glance, we spun in unison, bolting down the hill and collapsing into our alt modes with wild, joyous whoops. Tires screamed as engines roared and we took off, tearing across the new landscape in near suicidal recklessness. Sideswipe laughed, the sound rolling across the wide open bond. My own engine roared, echoing across the landscape as I returned the pure joy, adrenalin, and laughter I felt at being beside him as we tore across the smooth ground. Everything that I was swamped Sideswipe and he returned the feeling. His strength, determination, savage protection slammed into me, leaving me in the dust as he surged ahead. I caught up, our flanks just a vents width apart.

The stars had just started coming out, far brighter and closer than possible. Their light reflected off the smooth ground, turning the landscape into pure starlight in the space of a vent. Sideswipe shone crimson in the light, his frame glowing under the starlight, perfect in every way.

Look at us!

I cried over the renewed bond.

We're free Sideswipe! We're finally free!

Yes I know character death and I didn't have a warning but that just ruins the whole story and I didn't know what the ending would be until a week and a half ago.

So I chose this ending because when you think of all the crap they've gone though, this really is a happy ending. Even on Earth they would always be haunted by their past and others would look down on them because of what they were. Yes, they love fighting but who knows if they hadn't ended up as gladiators where they would be in life. Now they finally have peace and like what Sunny said, they're finally free.

For those wondering about Ratchet, and the gang, I'll leave that up to you ;)

Once again, I want to thank everyone for sticking with me though this. I had so much fun. This is actually the first multi-chapter FF I have finished front to back. This one means a lot to me in that area as well as boosting my confidence level for huge project The Medical Journals.

That being said, I will now retire to my reinforced bunker until 2030 or until everyone finally gives up on trying to pummel me.

I love you guys and see you next time.