Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, they are owned by Hasbro.  This is a long story, no real slash, but occasionally implied.  A long story and a little sad.  Ending is happy though.  No like, no read, you are warned.  This is strictly a fan fic.  Slugbug, Blueblazer, Snowseeker, and Kryptonight are mine.

Slugbug was such a gentle, quiet sparkling.  Everywhere he went, he did not get noticed like his twin, Kryptonight, did.  And though he knew he was not as outgoing, he still did not like being overlooked.  Sure, he was scared of some bots, as he did not know them, but that was no reason to overlook the small sparkling.  Slugbug had nearly been stepped on many a time, the latest attempt by the idiot of a mech Cyclonus.  

Slugbug did not know who to talk to.  Mom and dad were busy not only with Kryptonight and Snowseeker, but also with prepping the quarters for the new femme sparkling that was due to arrive in a couple months.  Sunstreaker and Sideswipe (original) were off who knows where.  Blurr and Sideswipe (armada) were busy trying to keep Blueblazer under control.  There was no one in his family that he could talk to.  Then Slugbug remembered one more person.  Maybe I could talk to Optimus, the little bot thought, hoping against hope that Optimus would listen to him.

And so, Slugbug headed to Optimus’s office, nearly being run over several times in the hallway on his way.  Slugbug was so small, he just felt invisible.  Yes, Prowl, Jr. and Snowseeker looked up to him, but that did not ease the sadness he was feeling.  He did not want to go to the med bay due to he was scared that they would mess with his spark, and this time he would die instead of live.

When the little sparkling reached Optimus’s office, he was very hopeful.  But as the door slid open, Slugbug could see that Optimus was very busy.  Nevertheless, Slugbug was going to try to talk to Optimus.  As the sparkling moved closer, he noticed that Optimus had not seen or heard him come in.  Optimus was buried in a datapad about something, was all the sparkling could tell.  The sparkling, hoping that he could still talk quietly asked Prime a question.

“Can we talk?” the little sparkling asked so innocently and quietly that Optimus almost missed it.  

Not realizing the effect it had, and thinking it was a figment of his imagination, Prime replied flatly, “Not now, I am busy.”

The little sparkling was in absolute shock, feeling even more devastated and abandoned.  He had wanted someone to talk to and the one mech that he thought would listen had turned him down, without even a care or a glance.  Slugbug, too afraid to say anything else or even try, left shedding little blue energon tears as he felt now that no one liked him.  

He did not fit in at all.  Nobody wanted him around.  In severe desperation and in excruciating pain, the little sparkling left, feeling lost, and decided to run away.  No one would miss him, he figured, as they were all too busy with their own lives.  This little bot, for as much as he brought comfort to others could find no comfort for his own wounded spark.  Slugbug even felt abandoned by his twin, the one who was supposed to be closer to him than anybody.  And so, Slugbug left, as silently as he came in.

“Goodbye, Optimus, I will miss you”  the little sparkling said, voice barely above a whisper, energon tears dripping from his sad little faceplate.

Slugbug headed out of the base, having left completely unnoticed, thanks to his training with Red Alert the security director who taught the young one how to avoid the cameras as well as knowing all the tunnels in the base.  Soon enough, Slugbug was outside the base, all alone.  He remembered the one time and it was really scary, but at least he was not ignored or stepped on, so he continued on, fleeing as silently as he could, not wanting to disturb the other robots.  It was getting dark, but Slugbug hardly noticed.  He had brought some energon with him, so he would be good for a while.  And so he headed off, little tears still dripping even when the little sparkling was in his car mode.

Meanwhile, back at the base, Hotshot was going around to collect the kids.  Kryptonight was always easy to find as he was loud and obnoxious.  Snowseeker was with Hotshot and so that was one less to look for, but little Slugbug was nowhere to be seen.  Maybe Slugbug was in a favorite tunnel, thought Hotshot, as Slugbug wandered off quite often, only to reappear when he chose to.  

No one ever needed to look for Slugbug as he would always return by the next morning, no one yet realizing that Slugbug was practicing for the very stunt he pulled this day.  And so, with two kids in his arms, Hotshot returned home, to Starscream.  But something did not seem right.  Hotshot could not put a finger on it, but something was definitely not right.

Back outdoors, little Slugbug quietly kept running, looking for a hiding spot.  He found one in a ravine, nowhere near where he and his twin had ended up as now Slugbug had a better sense of direction.  In fact, he drove off in the opposite direction that the twins had left last time.  Slugbug, feeling hurt and crying, huddled down in the little ravine, hoping that tomorrow would bring a better day.  He settled into a painful recharge, missing his twin, but still knowing and feeling that no one missed him, at least from the sad little sparkling's perspective.

The next morning, neither Hotshot nor Starscream had slept as they stayed awake to await little Slugbug’s return.  When the clock struck 6 am, and still no sign of Slugbug, the two began to panic, as Slugbug had always come home by that time.  They began searching all over for him, they looked in the twins’ room and found Kryptonight awake and crying, something that Kryptonight almost never did.  In the bed next to him, what Kryptonight had thought was his twin, was merely one of Slugbug’s toys.  

“Where’s Slugbug?” asked Kryptonight, energon tears in his optics, as much as he teased his brother, he knew deep down that he would never want anything to happen to him as he loved him dearly.

Hotshot and Starscream were unsure how to answer the question, as neither of them had any idea where their little sparkling was.  Hotshot got Kryptonight out of the crib and sent Kryptonight and Snowseeker through the tunnels in the base as they knew which tunnels were Slugbug’s favorites and the two older bots were too big to go through the tunnels.  

Hotshot and Starscream began searching the rest of the base to no avail.  They asked every bot they could if they had seen their little white and gold sparkling, but no one had seen him since the day before, when they had almost tripped over or stepped on the little guy.  Prowl, jr., was crying as he and Slugbug were very close.  Little Prowl sensed danger but was not able to communicate that too the older bots as he was still struggling with his words.

Finally, having turned everywhere else, Hotshot went to Optimus Prime.  Optimus was once again in his office, looking at a datapad, but put it down when he saw Hotshot enter the room, with a panicked look on his face.

“Have you seen Slugbug?” asked Hotshot, hoping and praying that Slugbug had not gone and done something stupid.

“No, I have been in here all night reading this dumb datapad.” Replied Optimus flatly, a little irritated for being disturbed, but concerned as Hotshot walked out dejectedly.  Optimus felt bad for the young bot, but he tried to go back to reading the datapad.  

Then Optimus thought back to the night before.  He had seen his door open, but saw no one there, and so he thought the door had malfunctioned and that quiet little voice came back to him, something he thought was part of a hallucination.  Then it hit Optimus, and it hit the older mech hard.  Little Slugbug had visited him last night, wanting to talk.  Then Optimus remembered how he had answered the curious, quiet, and extremely sensitive little sparkling.  Optimus could punch himself.  Little Slugbug had come to him to talk and he shoved the little sparkling out like he was nothing.  

Optimus was beside himself with guilt.  How could he have done something so stupid, Slugbug was slightly bigger than Sideways, but Optimus always noticed and had time for Sideways.  What had he done?  He had pushed the little sparkling over the edge, and he looked back in his memory and listened to the silent energon tears and the quiet goodbye from the upset little sparkling.  Optimus immediately got up from his desk and began to look for the little sparkling.  Oh Slag, he thought as he remembered Hotshot’s words, Slugbug can’t be found here because he ran away.

Optimus quickly went in search of Hotshot and Starscream, knowing that they were not going to like what he was going to say.  Optimus told the pair about what had happened the night before.  While Hotshot and Starscream were not mad, they were not really happy either.  The other mechs in the base had looked for the little one.  They all talked about how they missed the little guy, while he was small and shy, he had a knack for making the other bots around him feel good.  

No one ever thought that little Slugbug would run off.  They thought he was such an easy going sparkling, but then they all remembered the times they had almost stepped on him or knocked him over, or the times they had said hi to Kryptonight and said nothing to Slugbug, unaware that he was even there.  Then it hit them all, Slugbug felt like he did not fit in and that everyone ignored him.  No wonder he ran away.  Optimus cursed himself again as he realized that he could have stopped the little sparkling, but it was too late for that.  Now it was time to go find the sad little sparkling and show him that they did notice him and that they did care for him.

Starscream called his brothers in and Hotshot got help from other mechs.  Kryptonight was left with Ratchet and Red Alert, as were the rest of the sparklings, so that they could not get lost during the search.  The seeker trio quickly looked in the place that Skywarp had found the twins before, but found nothing.  All the mechs had headed in the direction the little twins had taken last time, with the exception of Optimus.  Optimus, after shaking off some of his guilt, set off in the opposite direction, he was not sure why, but he felt like the others were going the wrong way.

Meanwhile, the depressed, saddened, frightened little sparkling curled up in the fetal position in a small ravine that was deep enough the little one could not be seen but shallow enough the little sparkling could leave if he wanted to.  The thing was, he did not want to leave that spot.  He just lay there, staring at the sky that even seemed to mock his pain.  The little sparkling drank a little energon and went back to sleep, hoping that soon the pain would disappear.  He missed his family, but still thought no one missed him.

As the seekers and the rest searched, they failed to turn up any evidence that the sad little sparkling came anywhere close to the area they were searching and so the group headed out to search farther, still thinking that Slugbug would go a way that is familiar.  Hotshot and Starscream were frantic.  They loved their little sparkling to death, but were having extreme trouble finding the small bot.  where could he be, the two shot back and forth across their bond.

Meanwhile, Optimus, feeling guided somehow, came down to an area where there was a beautiful lake.  The calm and peaceful nature reminded the older bot of the other reason why his twin needed to die.  As the painful memory hit Optimus once again, Optimus felt his spark being drawn somewhere, and pulses of compassionate energy were hitting his spark.  The only bot he felt that from, besides his sparkmate was the sparkling, Slugbug.  Slugbug must be close by, Optimus thought as he followed the direction where the healing pulses came from.  

Once he got to a small ravine, he noticed the spark pulses had stopped, but Prime did not see Slugbug anywhere until Optimus looked straight down and saw the shivering, underfed, recharging sparkling with blue energon tears stained on the little while faceplate who was covered with a black substance just under his feet.  Slugbug did not look very good at all.

It was then that Optimus realized why the little one had run away, if Optimus had not looked, he would have stepped on the little sparkling.  No wonder, he thought, even Sideways gets noticed more than this, Optimus thought as he remembered that no one ever stepped on or missed Sideways coming through.  Optimus delicately picked up the sparkling, cradling it gently in his arms as he walked back to the base.  Why did I snap at him, thought Optimus, what have I done?

Optimus radioed the others, saying that he found the little sparkling, in need of medical attention, but online.  Hotshot and Starscream were relieved to say nonetheless, but were concerned for their lovely little sparkling that they realized at times that even they overlooked.  He was just usually so well-behaved that they felt he did not need as much attention.  How wrong they were.  

Meanwhile, with Ratchet and Red Alert, most of the sparklings were sleeping except for Kryptonight, who, try as they might, would not go into recharge.  Having never been a twin themselves, Ratchet and Red Alert were not aware of the strong bond that existed between the two.  Kryptonight was getting fussy, because he was concerned about Slugbug, but the medics did not know that as little Kryptonight passed out in their med bay.  Both were shocked as they had no idea what had just happened.

When Optimus brought the little sparkling into the med bay, Ratchet and Red Alert were trying to get Kryptonight to respond.  Ratchet looked up and saw Optimus carrying a badly injured sparkling.  As Ratchet and Red Alert were unaware of the search, they took the little sparkling, now covered in a black coating, and began to perform the necessary checks on the weak little bot.  Once they cleaned off the dirt, Ratchet and Red just stood there, momentarily in shock.  This little injured bot was Slugbug, a kind, loving little sparkling.  What had caused this, they wondered.

Soon, Hotshot and Starscream came rushing in the med bay, finding both of the twins laying on the berth, both in seemingly bad condition.  Hotshot was beside himself, as he broke down and cried, Starscream trying to keep the emotional bot steady, even as Starscream himself wanted to cry due to seeing his children there, and due to an influx of hormones with being pregnant.  Ratchet went to work as Red was unsure of what to do.  Ratchet did not let on, but he was scared, because one wrong move and he could lose the little sparklings.

Optimus stood there, watching the little bot that had bonded to him like a grandson.  Optimus could not hide it anymore, and he shed a tear.  When miracle of miracles, a tiny hand reached up and put his hand on Prime’s chest.  The optics were not open, but Optimus could see the little white and gold sparkling trying to reach out and soothe the older mech.  How strange, thought Optimus, he is the one really hurting, yet he reaches out to me?  Optimus grabbed the little hand, watching out for the scrapes and scars.  Slowly but surely, the little bot woke up, along with his brother, Kryptonight.  Optimus was overjoyed and reached down and grabbed the little sparkling, hugging him tightly.  Soon Hotshot and Starscream were there, having been contacted by Optimus.

Slugbug, scared of being in the med bay, clung to Optimus Prime’s chassis until he saw his parents.  Slugbug could not understand why, but his parents were putting out a signal that they were hurt.  He gave them a big hug.  

After leaving the med bay, Optimus, Hotshot, Starscream and Slugbug’s  brothers came to talk to him.  They wanted him to know that he had hurt them deeply by running off.  Slugbug understood, but also explained his rational for running off in every detail, even when Prime basically told him to “buzz off.”  The mechs had never realized that Slugbug felt this way as he had never made his feelings known.  

Now that he expressed his sorrow and pain, the other bots were better able to understand.  And things finally got better.  Slugbug was no longer ignored or stepped on, and it was not because he grew or his paint color changed it was because after he told his parents and Prime about what happened, they informed the other bots, and now bots were much better about not stepping on him or knocking him over or not ignoring him.  All in all it was a happy ending.  Little Slugbug may be quiet, but even Optimus has learned to keep an audio out for this quiet little sparkling.

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, they are owned by Hasbro.  Slugbug, Kryptonight, and Roadrash are my little creations.  Kryptonight is upset by what has happened and is sent to the brig for being bad by Prowl.  This contains implied slash.  No like – no read.  This is strictly a fan fic.  No flames or harsh comments.  Constructive Criticisms welcome.  Enjoy!

Kryptonight was royally pissed off at what had happened, he was in trouble yet again, and Prowl (G1), the tight aft that he was, once again led him to the oh-so-familiar brig and placed the young bot in the same cell as always.  Prowl kept an extremely stern look on his stoic faceplate, but Kryptonight was more perceptive than other bots gave him credit for.  He could tell that Prowl was absolutely sick of throwing the young sparkling in the brig made for older bots, and it boggled Prowl’s processor how he could tell the sparkling not to do something millions of times, and the sparkling still did it, despite the warnings and despite being sent to the brig on numerous occasions.  Prowl had to wait near the brig as according to the Autobot handbook, if a sparkling is thrown in the brig, an adult must remain with them at all times until the adult is relieved by another adult or the sparkling is released.

Prowl was getting sick and tired of all this.  Kryptonight kept acting up again and again.  In fact the only bot able to keep Kryptonight in line was his twin, Slugbug, who was impossible to find, especially when the little white and gold racer did not want to be found.  But realizing it was his duty until the next bot came on, Prowl stared at the blue and silver seekerling, who stared at the stuffy SIC in defiance.  Kryptonight was upset and angry, but not at Prowl.  Nor was he angry at his brother or his siblings.  Kryptonight was angry as his parents never gave him the love and attention he thought he deserved.  

Upset, Kryptonight punched a hole in the wall of the brig.  Prowl was shocked that a sparkling so young could be so strong, but then again, Prowl had never dealt with a seekerling before Kryptonight came along.  Kryptonight continued to act up, causing Prowl to come over to the cell and talk to the seekerling, to tell him to calm down.  But when Prowl looked into the little seekerling’s optics, he could see pain and hurt.  Prowl did not understand it – what was bothering Kryptonight, as he was usually so defiant and happy, but not tonight.

Kryptonight angrily picked up something that had been left on the floor and threw it at the back wall, causing a loud crash.  Prowl was dumbfounded, as he knew very little of the emotional status of a sparkling, much less a seekerling.  Yes, Prowl had his own sparklings Roadrash and Prowler (Think TF Animated as a sparkling), but even they were not as wild and unpredictable as Kryptonight.  Kryptonight was an enigma, an enigma that only his creators Hotshot and Starscream and his twin Slugbug seemed to understand.  Prowl just looked through the bars at the young sparkling who was not content to just sit and behave, but yelled every known curse word the little one knew both human and Cybertronian.  Prowl was shocked by the colorful language and wondered where in the world the little one had learned such language, not realizing that Sunny and Sides were related to this young bot, as well as the fact that Kryptonight loved to hang out with Ratchet, First Aid, and Red Alert (medic).

Prowl moved back from the cell, feeling that his presence was only encouraging the young bot to act out.  Kryptonight, sensing that Prowl was backing off, settled down as he realized he was not getting the attention he wanted, and so he behaved better.  Prowl, confused, just looked at the young seekerling, who was behaving now and Prowl walked back over and kneeled down to get optic to optic with the little one.  Kryptonight, just wanting attention and love, reached out and stroked Prowl’s faceplate.  Prowl was surprised, as Kryptonight had never showed this side before.  

Prowl looked into Kryptonight’s dull, silver optics, suddenly realizing what was bothering the young sparkling, and also understanding why the little seekerling continued to act up – Prowl realized that Kryptonight, and even in some sense Slugbug, felt like their own parents ignored them.  It was then that Prowl realized that Kryptonight knew what he was doing was wrong, but Prowl also realized with shock that Kryptonight had learned it was easier to get attention by misbehaving as at least his parents yelled at him for ending up in the brig again.  Prowl realized that this little bot was going about things the wrong way, but there was nothing Prowl could do about it.

Soon it was time for the little one to be released, and Prowl knew that the little one recognized it, as Kryptonight waited patiently for the brig cell door to open.  The thing that surprised Prowl this time, though, was that before Kryptonight left the area, he gave Prowl a long hug before disappearing out of a tunnel that lead out of the brig area.  Prowl just stood there, wondering what he should do as he felt torn.  As a creator himself, he would want to know about the discovery, but as a trusted friend, prowl realized that it was not for him to reveal, and so, with heavy spark and a clouded conscience, Prowl walked out of the brig area, to head to Prime to ask him for his opinion.  

Meanwhile, Kryptonight glad to be free once again, headed toward an unknown destination where his twin Slugbug was waiting for him.  The two would show their creators, even if it took extreme measures.  Prowl headed toward Prime’s office, not realizing that Starscream and Hotshot were desperately looking for their sparklings who had disappeared hours ago.  It was only a matter of time before Hotshot and Starscream would ask Prowl what happened to Kryptonight once he left the brig.

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, they are owned by Hasbro.  Luckywing and Nightwish are the creations of and used with permission from :iconsafire50777: and :icondeathwish50777:.  Aires, Orion, Taurus, and Lyra are the creations of and use d with permission from :icontlcoopi7:.  Slugbug, Kryptonight, Hurricane, Aquarius, Phoenix, Virgo, Nightsky, Windstorm, Snowstorm, and Thunderstorm are my creations.  There is some implied slash here, but nothing blatant.  No like – no read.  This is strictly a fan fic.  No flames or harsh comments.  Constructive criticisms welcome.  Enjoy!

Slugbug looked at his twin brother, who was broken and heavily damaged after having crashed into an open field.  Slugbug sighed, as he had had a falling out with his twin many years ago, but that did not mean that the grown up Slugbug was about to leave his brother suffer without trying to help him.  And so with heavy spark, Slugbug gently carried his much bigger twin back to the Autobot base.  

It had been many years since Slugbug had seen his brother, as Kryptonight had decided that he wanted to see the universe, despite all warnings not to.  And Slugbug, who had never given up on his twin, felt so alone even though the white and gold racer had a sparkmate in Luckywing.  Luckywing understood how Slugbug felt as Luckywing knew how close Slugbug and his brother Kryptonight had been when they were younger.  Slugbug also had been watching out for Hurricane, Kryptonight’s mate who had stayed behind, and sought out the white racer as Slugbug was the only one who understood.  But never the less, Slugbug continued to carry his twin brother’s broken body back to the base.

But no medic was available as Ratchet and Red Alert were both gone and there was no way Kryptonight, a trained medic, could perform anything on himself in such a condition.  And then Slugbug remembered the couple of times he had interacted with another universe through a mirror in his parents’ sleeping quarters.  Slugbug soon realized that the mirror was still there, as Hotshot and Starscream had moved to a smaller quarters, as they now never had more than three or four sparklings at a time running around, as they had learned their lesson with having 8 at once, and thus had spaced out the sparklings accordingly.  And Slugbug was now staying in the quarters he lived in as a sparkling.  

And there, in the dark corner of the room, stood the mirror covered with dust.  Slugbug cleaned it off, hoping that the portal that had been here would soon lead him to another universe where he would be able to find a medic to save his brother.  But before messing with the mirror, Slugbug checked the invention that was used to help someone back into their own universe.  And with all equipment checked and in working order, Slugbug began to watch the mirror as a portal to another universe opened.

Meanwhile, in the other universe, Aires had just returned home from his shift in the med bay, turning the med bay over to First Aid and Ratchet.  Aires had just gotten home.  His sparkmate had just made dinner and the family had just eaten.  Aires was thankful that his father, Starscream, had allowed him the privilege to live in the house where he was raised.  Aires looked at his three little ones, all mech seekerlings, Aquarius, Phoenix , and Virgo while his sparkmate was expecting a fourth one, hoping it would be a little femme.  And having had a long day, Aires decided to go to the bedroom to rest, unaware of what was about to happen.

Soon enough, Aires was startled awake by a familiar yet unfamiliar presence in the room.  And after the dust had cleared, Aires was surprised as an adult White and Gold racer had suddenly appeared.  And though worried at first, Aires studied the bot, and then it hit him.  Aires jumped up to greet the white and gold racer.

“Hello again, Slugbug, to what do I owe this pleasure” stated Aires, though the look on Slugbug’s faceplate was not a happy one.

“I am sorry to disturb you Aires, but my brother Kryptonight is badly damaged and I was unable to get a hold of any mech or femme in my universe to help him.  We had a falling out years ago, but when I saw him crashed, I went out of my way to help him as much as I could, but not being a trained medic, there is little I can do.  I need help , he needs your help.  Are you willing to come with me?”  asked Slugbug, hoping against all hope that the bot that stood before him would help him.

Aires thought about it.  Obviously, it must be something serious if Slugbug was willing to come to this universe for help.  Aires thought and thought, and then remembered about his dad’s invention that had helped him and his sister return one time as well as had helped Slugbug and his family return to their world.  Slugbug and Aires both tested and it was in working order and Slugbug reassured that the invention on his side was in perfect working order as well.

And so, after saying a temporary good bye to his family, Aires walked through the portal with Slugbug.  Aires was shocked to meet Slugbug’s sparkmate Luckywing, and their twins Nightsky and Nightwish.  However, Slugbug did not stay long, as he had to get Aires to Kryptonight.

When Aires entered the med bay, he was appalled at Kryptonight’s shape.  The seeker’s chassis was heavily dented and damaged, the glass cockpit cover was shattered and many other dings and dents told of a rough life lived on the edge.  Aires took one look at Slugbug’s saddened optics and knew what he had to do.  And with Slugbug’s help, Aires worked diligently on Kryptonight, banging out dents, repairing broken and rusty bolts as well and fixing the shattered cockpit cover.  And while working, Aires saw the other reason why Slugbug was sad, as Kryptonight’s sparkmate Hurricane came in with their three little seekerling mechs named Windstorm, Snowstorm, and Thunderstorm.  Aires smiled at these little ones and then returned to his work.

Soon, but not soon enough Kryptonight was repaired and was beginning to come back online.  Aires stayed, wanting to make sure the seeker he had just repaired did not crash on him.  And Aires was happy as Kryptonight began to come around and see what was going on.

Kryptonight was scared and worried, as he had no idea where he was, but as he started waking up, three little seekerling mechs jumped on top of him and hugged him.  Kryptonight smiled as he once again saw his little ones, for he had not seen them in months.  Then, as Kryptonight’s optics continued to search around the room, his optics fell upon his twin and a familiar yet unfamiliar bot standing next to him.  Kryptonight was angry at first, as he thought his brother had brought him here to torture him, but before Kryptonight could say anything, Hurricane jumped in.

“Don’t you dare yell at Slugbug!  He is the one who brought you here.  He found you crashed outside the base.  He saw you go down and instead of letting you go, he brought you here to try and save you.  The thing was Red and Ratchet as well as First Aid were all off somewhere else.  Slugbug did the only thing he could think of, he crossed to another universe and brought a medic back to fix you.  Kryptonight, look at yourself in the mirror over there and tell me what you see” spouted off Hurricane, causing only Kryptonight and Aires to flinch.

Kryptonight got up and walked over to the mirror and looked at himself.  He looked at all the welding and other fresh scars of repair, and Kryptonight hung his head down and he realized that Hurricane was speaking the truth.  Kryptonight felt even worse as it was because of him that he and his brother had had a falling out.  Slugbug had tried to contact the seeker many times, but Kryptonight’s pride was like his father’s pride, and Kryptonight never realized how many people he was hurting including himself.  Then, in a manner not seen by Slugbug in many years, Kryptonight turned around, smiling and crying at the same time.

“Thank you so much Hurricane, and my lovely sparklings.  Thank you, Aires.  From one medic to another, I owe you much but I have nothing to give you that would completely express my thanks.  But most of all, I need to thank and apologize to my brother, Slugbug.  Thanks for never giving up on me” stated Kryptonight, energon tears leaking from his optics.

Aires merely stood there, happy to have helped heal a bot, both physically and otherwise.  Aires had to smile as he watched the two twins hug and make up after having had years of no contact.  And then it hit Aires, as Taurus and Orion had had a falling out, and Aires hoped that Kryptonight and Slugbug would be willing to come through the mirror and help him.  And after all but Aires, Kryptonight, and Slugbug left, Aires soon asked the two if they would be willing to help him out.  Slugbug and Kryptonight, happy to be close again, agreed to help, and so Aires brought the grown Slugbug and Kryptonight to his universe.

The two grown twins met Aires’ sparkmate and sparklings, as well as Lyra and Slingshot and their sparklings who had come over for a visit.  But the main thing was to reach out to Taurus and Orion.  Slugbug and Kryptonight went to work, using their special connecting sparks to bring Taurus and Orion and their families back together with Lyra and Aires’s family.  And soon enough, there was joy on both sides of the mirror.

And with family harmony restored, Aires hugged and wished a farewell to Kryptonight and Slugbug.  And since they wanted to keep the line open in case, the mirrors were saved and the inventions to go through were kept in good repair.  And while they might never need each other again, they kept the portal open just in case.  All in all, though, families on both sides were repaired and all ended well.