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soundcrusher · 2 years

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How the bird learned to sing

Okay, remember how I said there wouldn't be a part seven to my ongoing story about my Phoenix and the sentient SG/Lost Light from @cuppajj ? Well, inspiration hit and now we have one. So, yea. two stories in one day. Who would have though? XD

Trigger warning: manipulation

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Ever since Phoenix learned that he could talk to Rodimus, he has become more excited to start his days, because now, he didn’t have to wait for Lightlost to have someone to talk to. Because he could talk with Rodimus whenever he wanted!

Maybe that’s why Phoenix was quick to finish his usual routine today. Well, he was quicker than usual with cleaning the halls and rooms of the Lost Light he had access to, but it still took time to make sure everything was clean. He even visited the lovers inside the medical bay. Telling them how things were on the Lost Light, before asking them if they wanted to be moved to Swerve’s Bar too. That question alone caused Phoenix to laugh and nod his head, pretending to hear them nicely decline his offer. Or, at least, he thought that he pretended to hear two mechs speaking to him. Maybe the partial isolation is getting to his head. Yea, that’s probably it.

He hasn’t left the ship in a long time after all. But… then again, could he even leave the ship? With Runningway dead, who knows if his crew hasn’t heard of what he’s done. Maybe they were even looking for him to avenge his death! Probably not, but Phoenix doubted that he could stay cool and not break down and tell his captain and crew of what he’s done, should he ever see them again. Maybe he could ask Lightlost if they could visit one of the empty planets. Those without life, or who had life, but it was only small. Phoenix felt his curiosity of exploring return to him, the longer he thought about leaving the ship. But not for long. His routine would not allow it, and he doubted that he could leave the ship for that long either.

The couple of weeks, months, maybe one or two years, Phoenix lost track of time, has made the young spark scared of anything and everything that could happen. Granted, who wouldn’t get scared with all the traumatizing things happening to him. He wanted one mech or femme to tell him that they haven’t develobet any kind of fear after serving in the war. But then again, the mechs and femmes of his crew served in the war. They have seen things Phoenix couldn’t even imagine. They were forced to kill fellow Cybertronians, no matter if they were former friends or even family. They had to, in order to survive. Old Man and his mother told him that much. So, did Phoenix even have a right to complain about his situation? About his fears? About the things that have happened upon this ship? Probably not.

After all, why would he even have a right to feel the way he does, when he’s a constant reminder of what happened to some. No wonder his crew didn’t want him. No wonder, they didn’t try to come back for him. Well, Runningway did come back, but it seemed more like an accident, rather than a retrieval mission. And then there was the whole thing with Runningway trying to harm, maybe even kill, him. He probably thought he was Rodimus, bu, Phoenix also remembered bits and pieces of what Runningway’s last words were. And they sounded more directed at him, than the Prime.

This would mean Lightlost was right. There is no place for him outside this ship, because everyone would be out to get him. And then there were the other things Lightlost told him about. Like the soft ground that can eat you whole, or the rust plague, or even mechs with pointy teeth? Granted, He himself has pointed teeth, but Lightlost said they would even have pointier teeth! Good for ribbing armor off and tearing your protomass appart. However, Phoenix still thought the stories of the sparkeaters to be the scariest one of all. They were probably one of his biggest reasons to fear the outside galaxy, next to those who would mistake him for Rodimus and try to kill him.

Phoenix was so deep in his mind, that he didn’t even notice how quickly he was back in his and the captain’s room. He only did, because the rythmik tapping of Rodimus’ palm on the armrest caught his interest. Ever since the both of them discovered that they could use their hands to talk to each other, the captain has been recovering his movements in his arms more and more. Well, at least it helped him, even though Phoenix felt bad for not being as fluent as Rodimus. He still had a lot to learn, but the Prime was patient with him. At least, he thought he was. It was kind of hard to tell with the sometimes disapproving glances or snide remarks Phoenix couldn’t understand most of the time. The youngling could have sworn that the older mech was goading him on sometimes. Purposely trying to get him to say mean and insulting things through his hands. And Phoenix wasn’t proud to admit that it was working.

With all the honesty his spark can muster, Phoenix doesn’t know why insults were easier to say than a simple question or sentence. Maybe it was Rodimus’ fault. Yea, it's probably that.

So, with an excited smile, Phoenix knelt down in front of Rodimus and carefully took his hands in his own. Even though the other told him often that it didn’t matter if Phoenix was careful or not, the young spark still couldn’t help himself. Rodimus already looked breakable, he didn’t want to somehow make his condition worse.

[You look like you had a long day.] Said Rodimus with one of his patronizing older brother smirks. [Don’t tell me the ship gave you a hard time.]

[No. All good. Was thinking.] Replied Phoenix, who was too focused on their hands to even notice Rodimus smirking. [Visited Medibay. Said hello to lovers.]

[You met up with Ratchet and Drift? Are they still holding each other?] How long has it been since Rodimus has seen either one of them? Too long in his optics, and long enough to miss Drift dearly.

Phoenix nodded, before replying again. [Yes. Offered Swerve’s, they didn’t want to. Look happy.]

[How can you tell they are happy? Didn’t you say they looked scared?]

At that, Phoenix had to pause for a moment to find the right words. Mostly because he didn’t know if what he was going to say made sense or was even possible. [Dead mech aura?]

Rodimus blinked once, twice and then thrice at that answer, before a slight tremor rattled through his broken body. The only sign for it being from laughter and not pain was the genuine smile on his lips. [By Primus and Unicron, you’re starting to sound like Drift. Have you been reading his data-pads?]

[You mean white ones? Yes. Very interesting. Like colour theory.] Phoenix had to look away because he felt kind of called out, but also ashamed for being caught. He thought that it wasn’t that obvious.

Their conversation went on, until Lightlost came in to inform Phoenix that it was time to recharge. To which the young mech let out a soft mutter of “I’m not tired yet” before walking off to his bed. Laying down and grabbing the blanket he found in one of the workshops to cover himself. After that, he was quick to fall into recharge.

That left Lightlost and Rodimus as the only ones awake on the ship. Not counting Thrillchaser who was still bound and forced to watch his sins on loop.

“Little bird has been spending more time with you, now that I have been…. preoccupied with a side project of mine.” Said Lightlost as they watched Rodimus’ smile slowly turn into a scowl. “I hope you aren’t giving the young spark ideas. I would hate to have to take drastic measures in case you do.”

Carefully, they reached one of their servos out to softly take a hold of Rodimus’ chin. Tilting it up, so that the captain had no other option than to look into their optics. “You know that I swore to protect you, and now, I also have our little bird to protect. And you know the lengths I will go to, to protect the both of you. Just because he’s a young spark, doesn’t mean I wouldn’t do the same to him as I did to you captain. Do you understand?” Said Lightlost with that sickening sweet smile Rodimus hated. It was the same smile he saw, when Lightlost firstly repaired his body. The same smile, when they gleefully told him what they had down to his crew and who they had used to repair his mangled body. And the same smile they used when they ‘reprimanded’ him for trying to escape. But that also meant Rodimus knew what his next move should be, in order to appease Lightlost.

He gave Lightlost a nod.

And he already felt trained after doing so. But, at least Lightlost seemed happy with his display of obedience. Primus knows how much he hated playing the ‘Good Bot’ for someone who destroyed his life.

“Good.” Praised Lightlost and gave Rodimus a pat on the helm, before they let go of their captain and made their holo-avatar disappear. “Now, it’s time for you to rest too, captain. You’re probably tired.” Came the voice from everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

And for the first time in who knows how long, Rodimus agreed with his ship. Slipping into recharge on his own accord though, and not because he was told to do so.

#sentient sg/lost light au #sentient sg/lost light #phoenix #only phoenixx is my character #cuppajj #tw manipulation #I kind of love writing phoenix and rodimus interact with each other #mostly because it's fun?#I don't know honestly XD #Alsoo #damn #phoenix needs some time outside the ship before he goes crazy #don't want to know what would happen to him if he stayed on there forever #I kind of have the urge to hit sg/lost light now #but i doubt i would survive it #also #am I the only one or is sg/lost light giving off some mother gothel vibes towards rodimus and phoenix?#if so #mission accomblished

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