Transformers Prime: The Creator's Light

Scrapheap

Starshooter's POV

Today was Saturday, and me and Kay were waiting for Bee at our house. Optimus had apologized for his action the other day. Though I didn't think of it as very important. I don't blame him but I am trying to protect him. I sighed seeing Bumblebee pulled into the drive way was a change but I knew that Prime needed to clear his head.
Kay took shotgun which left me in the back. I didn't care really. As a matter of fact I was a little cranky. Kay insisted on bring four fire extinguishers though I manage to reason just 2. I leaned back looking at the sky. I wonder what the Primes are doing. More than likely driving each other up the wall. I sighed and sung a song lowly.

Arrows flying
Into silence
Broken Pieces
Lying around
Where it went down

Water rising
Back to silence
Quietly crying
Wondering how
And look at us now

We thought our love
Would take the
World... By... Storm
Are we too far apart
Two worlds among the stars
You're gonna take a piece
Of my heart if you leave
So it's two separate ways
Or am I too late to say
I wanna fight
For what we got
Cause I believe
In Family
In family

So are we
Still trying
Or simply
Surviving
Facing
These Giants
The bigger they are
The harder they fall

But I still
Believe in
The dreams we
Been dreaming
The hope that we built on
Is never too far
Its never too far

If we choose to turn and let these
Walls... Fall... Down

Are we too far apart
Two worlds among the stars
You're gonna take a piece
Of my heart if you leave
So it's two separate ways
Or am I too late to say
I wanna fight
For what we got
Cause I believe
In Family
In family
In family

Oh
Oh

I still believe
Oh
Oh

I still believe
That we're not
Too far apart
Two worlds among the stars
Don't take a piece of my heart
Please don't leave
It's not too late to say
Father show us the way
To fight
For what we got
Cause you believe
In Family
In family
In family
In family

I nearly cried at the end but denied it. What were they doing?

Other dimension. Unicron's POV

Watching as Solus rewired the communication terminal force a heavy sigh out of me. The last message we got from Star was comforting but short lived. The terminal blew up and we still have trouble finding all the materials need to fix the Dimension Portal. Even after a month we were no closer to bringing Star and Kay home, let alone communicating with them. Primus walked over to where I was and rested a hand on my shoulder.
"Come brother. Let's go for a walk." He guided me away as the Thirteen continued to work and move material around.
"What is it?" I nearly snapped at him once we were out of ear shot.
"Unicron. Star will be okay, she is a lot stronger than she was when we first met her." I knew he was trying to comfort me but it didn't help at all.
"I know that and that's what worries me. Regina took her powers but she claims that she has regained some of them. How is that possible? She could be exhausting her very life force and..." He cut me off.
"Unicron, breath in and out. Starshooter is smart and would sense her energy fading if she was." Primus reasoned as he led me through our home.
"Then why do I get the feeling something bad is going to happen?" I muttered as we took a step out side.
Primus froze at that statement and I looked at him expecting and explanation. "You get that feeling too?"
"Yeah why?" I stopped and faced him fully.
"Because the Thirteen have been complaining about how something is wrong. As have I. But I just passed it off as missing Star." He explained.
"Then we need to find a way to contact Star so she can prepare herself." I turned on my heel but Primus stopped me.
"The terminal won't be working for months maybe years nor will the Portal. Perhaps we need to wait and let the planets align to draw you to that dimension so you both may talk."
I knew he was right but didn't say anything as I walked inside the building once more. It seemed so empty without Star. I headed to her room and walked in. I smiled at the transformers pictures and drawings she had hanging on the wall. I noticed her sketch books piled beside her bed and grabbed them. Flipping through her older ones to her newer one brought tears to my eyes.
I flipped to the final drawing in her newest sketch book and nearly lost control. It was a sketch of all of the Thirteen with both me and Primus in the back ground. All of us were in our cybertronian modes. Written in curly letters between Primus and I were the words I had to force myself not to cry on. My Heroes, My Family.
I place the sketch book back and wiped my eyes. Starshooter, why did you and Kay try to stop Regina? Though I knew I wouldn't receive an answer.