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Cryogenic

It had been a little over an eon, and we haven't gotten any information yet. But I couldn't complain about being here, I honestly loved it here. Whiplash was always in my thoughts now, which bothered me. I mean, I'm a Decepticon and he's an Autobot! Pyrogenic has shown no signs of being bothered, it was like a regular day for her.

We had been meeting the two Autobot mechs all this time at the same bar and everything. A couple of times they had to walk us home, Pyrogenic got tipsy a little too often when she was't dancing the night away with Heatstroke. Whiplash and I mostly just talked at the same booth we always sat in, laughing and occasionally flirting.

I feel like the war was just a story when I'm with Whiplash, its all just... Weird. Pyrogenic and I were getting ready for the night, making sure our armor and paint were in perfect shape to go out. I was beside my sister, looking into the mirror. "Hey Pyro? Do you really... Like this Heatstroke mech?" I asked, curious about her response.

"I guess. But it doesn't matter, we're enemies so there isn't going to be anything between us. Besides, you know I like Guncraze." She said. "Why? I mean, he's a total jerk to you and he's-" I was cut off. "Can you not judge my decisions for once, Cryo?" She snapped, making me straighten in surprise. "Excuse me?" I ask.

"You always do that! You go against everything I want to do by myself! You even got mad at me just for calling Heatstroke Stroke and now your asking me why I like Guncraze and pointing out little details." She huffed. "Pyro, it isn't a little detail! I would bet you he will hit you one of these days, he's an abusive mech!" I argue.

"He is not! He's never hit me!" Pyrogenic protested. "Maybe not, but he always puts you down. You can do a lot better than him, your a beautiful femme who deserves to be treated right." I say. "Your letting this Autobot city get to your processor, Cryo. This is a war where soldiers don't fall in love. They fall to the Pit." She said darkly.

"What is wrong with you? How could you say that? Fall to the Pit? You know that is the worst place you could end up." I say, surprised by my sister's venom. "At least I'm there because I fought loyally for the Decepticons and my commander." She says. "You'd die for him, but I know he wouldn't do the same for you." I growl.

"You think because you and Whiplash are hitting it off that you know everything about this word 'love' and what's good for me or not." Pyrogenic spat. "I never said I did! Your just too fragging stubborn to listen to reason! You always hung onto the bad choice, Pyro, when we were little and even now. Your just wanting to get hurt, is that it?"

Pyrogenic looked over at me with a feral look in her optics. "I want to live my own life without your constant presence. For once let me do something on my own." She snapped. "I would if what you were doing wasn't so stupid!" I snapped back at her. I was caught by surprise when she punched me in the jaw, making me take a step back.

"Shut up, I don't need you anymore." Pyrogenic hissed at me. I felt legitimate hurt go through my spark and processor, not saying anything. She turned her back on me and stormed out of the apartment, leaving me there. I slump my back against the wall, her poisoned words rewinding themselves over and over in my processor.

Pyrogenic got the temper of Syrine when you got her pissed, and obviously I tried my luck and failed. I didn't want to cry over it, this was our first fight like this besides arguments and I would keep my tears held back until further notice I guess. Pushing myself off the wall and looked at the scratches her fist left. I shake my helm, deciding to not bother with it.

Leaving the apartment I locked the door and walked alone to the bar. I never really realized how silent this city was without someone with you, besides the hum of some vehicles and such. It took a while to get to the bar, seeing the bright lights on the signs. I entered, opening the door and instinctively headed for the booth Whiplash and I usually talked at while the other two danced.

The black and white mech was there, he smiled and waved when he saw me and I did the same. Sitting down across from him, he greeted me. I nod at his greeting, "What held you? I got a bit uneasy when I saw Pyro walk in alone." He said. "Oh nothing. Just... Nothing." I shake my helm, in which he gave a frown.

"Not to be pushy or anything, but you know you can tell me if something is bothering you." He said. "I know..." I internally wince at his words, I haven't told him anything truly. Whiplash seemed uncertain about my answer, his frown not leaving his faceplate. "Really, its fine Whiplash." I say. Honestly now that I had gotten to know the mech I have guilt in my spark.

He says that he knows he can trust me, once or twice he has said that he may like me more than a friend. Both times it has made the guilt grow, I am far from trustworthy and I'm only here for info. Now I don't want to be here just for info, I want to be here because I want to be and I want to be truly trustworthy.

"I would rather talk about more happier things right now." I said, looking up from my servos in which my optics strayed to when I didn't know it. "Alright. So there is a new part of the city being built."

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Hours have gone by and my processor keeps straying to its own thoughts when I kept trying to listen to Whiplash. I though about the Decepticons, the mission, Pyrogenic, the future. What would happen if I chose to stay, or chose to leave? I don't think I can choose... I start looking around the room, trying to spot my sister and Heatstroke.

I got uneasy when I didn't see a trace of her on the dance floor. I look at the tables and booths, nothing. At the bar where drinks were being served, nope. That's when I see her. She was leaning against the wall though she wasn't alone. Heatstroke was with her, and their frames were pressed together closely. As was their mouths.

I watch her servos travel from his neck down to his legs and I see her close her servo around a datapad. She slowly unhooked it from Heatstroke's leg and hook it back to her leg and a metal sheath covered it from sight. Heatstroke did nothing, he must have had his optics closed. She opened her own and we both looked at each other.

She winked at me and closed her optics again, her servo going back up to Heatstroke's neck and the other to the back of his helm. I didn't like seeing that, not just because she was my sister kissing a mech but because she took a moment that was supposed to be special and turned it into a moment of deceit.

I heard digits snap at me and I tore my gaze from the two and to Whiplash. "You alright?" He asked, "You have barely talked all night, something in your processor? Do you feel okay?" I looked at his soft blue optics and I wanted to cry right there. He actually genuinely cared, and he has put trust in me to do the same for him.

Over the eons when I look back, Pyrogenic has stopped showing me that same affection. She doesn't seem to care about anything else anymore besides the Decepticons and Guncraze. When I checked the link between her and I it was ice cold, same with Gears. I realized Gears didn't look at me the same anymore, he looked at me like I was the enemy. Like I helped kill Syrine.

Like I was just another Decepticon. It had been eons before I heard either of them say 'I love you' to me anymore. And I couldn't blame them. I turned myself into this monster who likes to hurt others for fun. Who doesn't care about what they feel when that knife is cutting their life away. When I didn't answer, Whiplash reached across the table and closed his larger servo around my smaller one.

I noticed the concern in his gaze, emotions I haven't seen in the longest of time. I see happiness, care, all warm emotions in his optics when I look at them. My metallic lip trembled as I thought more and more of the past and present. I pull my servo away from his and stand up, hurrying to the door and once outside I let my tears loose.

Sadness filled my spark and processor as I sat down and pulled my knees to my chassis and bury my face in them. What have I done to my life? Being a prisoner and being able to feel and see love from both Gears and Pyrogenic then having the luxury of freedom from the chains and be the reason hate was a thing around Cybertron.

I heard the door open and someone kneel beside me. "Cryo? What's wrong?" It was Whiplash's voice, concern and worry lining his deep and soothing voice. I look up, blinking the blur out of my optics to look at his optics again. They were as concerned and worried as he sounded. I let out a sob and move forward and wrap my arms around his frame.

As I cry into his chassis I feel his arms wrap around my frame in return, a servo rubbing my back plating soothingly. We sat there for who knows how long before I got all of my emotions out and I looked up at him. "I think I should take you home." He said softly. "What about P-Pyro?" I asked. "I trust Heatstroke to get her home safely." Whiplash said.

I hesitantly nod, letting him help me up and we walked side by side back to the apartments. Along the way I decided to slip my servo in his and he closed his servo around mine and looked down at me with a smile. I smiled back before I got an incoming message on my comm. I tap the side of my helm and it was Pyrogenic.

"Guncraze has cut our mission short. He says at least one of us need the info in which I got it. We leave tomorrow morning." She said. Whiplash and I stop at my door and I sighed, knowing I shouldn't argue. "Alright." I hang up. Whiplash didn't ask who it was, just waited as I unlocked my door. "See you tomorrow night, Cryo."

As he turned away, I bit my lip and called out to him. "Whiplash wait!" He turned around and walked back to me. "Yes?" He asked. "Pyro and I are leaving tomorrow morning, I won't see you again afterward." I say. My spark hated those words, and obviously Whiplash didn't like them either because of the look in his optics.

"Really?" He asked. I nod. He sighed, looking toward the ground. I step forward and hugged him, in which he returned the favor. "I actually want you to stay a while." I say, stepping back. "Of course." He nodded and gave me a smile. I step back so he could enter and I shut the door behind him.