There's a slight tilt of her helm, optics dancing over his frame with the comfort of someone who knows every inch of that deadly space dolphin currently sitting across from her. Chromia forces herself to relax in the comfort of his proximity, or at least the comfort of his frame's proximity. That piece is his, hers, normal - who inhabits it, well, that's where the conundrum is.
Finally, he speaks.
She can feel the same tug towards each other that he feels. Sparks knowing one another, yearning, happy to be this close - they want more.
"Yes, you are bonded. A lovely mate, albeit unlikely in this universe, some might say. But he suits you so well. And yes, you have sparklings. Quite the lovely bunch. Rambunctious and strong, as are their creators."
Chromia pauses for a moment. Another sip of energon. A pang at her spark. She's missed Him. It feels like she's staring at a dream version of Ironhide all over again. Feels so real, so close, and yet it's not.
A dream...
Wait! The dreams... could this be related?
She will wait to ask later.
"Ah, Steeltrap? I suspected that he would find you before I did. Yes, that bird is Ours. I didn't stutter - before you even ask all offended. No, we did not create him, but we are raising him, for lack of better words. He is a hunter now, thanks to you. And a proper mech with some manners and political ability, thanks to me."
Chromia had to smirk about it a bit. She hated politics and yet she was so good at it.
"And yes, there's me. We've been through slag and back, you and I. Eons upon Eons we never...never took it further. Some tried to tear us apart. Desperately so. One...in particular.", she tries to suppres the image of Cyclonus that popped in her processors, the shudder of repulsive nausea threatening her tanks. "But, here we are. Your stubbornness paid off. Mine as well. Because I'm so very, very, blue. Your...Saphire.", she laughed a bit "I can tell you more. I can show you everything- hardline into me if you wish. Our frames simply will not allow us to harm each other. But... I wonder. I wonder how you're here, why, and where my Devcon is."
There is so much to unpack, that his processor first stalls and then freezes over, because one thing are the readings he, intellectually can be very pragmatic over, b-but...
Sparklings.
His mind screeches, and he does his best to rein in the need to take to the skies and leave this madness behind. He might be choking on air, his vents rattling like a broken machine. The frag? The actual slaggin' frag?
He hardlined with the femme?! He... Aaaah, no. No no no no. That's private, is literally as invasive as a merging and he's never given himself to anybot that way! And, his spark...! A shudder runs through him, and he shakes his head to get rid of the sensation of an unwanted touch.
"I... am bonded by spark, Dancer, and I've got multiple sparklings. Ember, Chord, Zephyr. And, you say w-we... raised...? No. No, I've never...!" His optics are wide, alarmed. "I only ever swore myself to my Prime, and he is dead because I wasn't fast enough! There's no bot else, there never was anybot else, and I'm grieving! I would never...!"
There's something lodged in his throat, the vague memory of... Of... Why, why isn't he able to remember?! He glares at the femme, Sapphire, and wants to rip her helm off for making him feel.
"I don't know you, and there's only one of me!" Agitated, he gets out of the seat, backing away, mind reeling with questions he can't even begin to formulate. "This... This is..." His intakes are hitching, and he has never felt as alone as now. When he finally manages to speak, what comes out, is a sob.
"This is another universe...?"
He is agitated, visibly so. She can feel his distress as if it was her own. Chromia attempts to push calming, soothing thoughts and emotions through their link. Perhaps if his own frame can ground him, he will feel less lost.
"There's never just one of us darling. You should know this. You do know this. As far as the universe goes, it more than likely is different for you. My Devcon, if I had to guess is in your place."
She wants to soothe him, but touching him might be unsafe.
"Hey, listen to me. There is no universe where YOU were too slow. Or where YOU were to blame for the loss of your Prime."
Chromia paused for a moment. Hmm, perhaps this would help.
"Do you know Ironhide? If so, how is he?"











