Quick note:
This writing is probably a year old (estimate written: early-mid 2018) , and the only completed story I have. It was something I wrote in between an RP, and I got inspired to write Sensus and Mags having a bonding moment.
I also had to do a majority of paragraph indents myself because Wix is stupid.
Enjoy~!
(Also please note that Magnitas as blue-eyes and biolights in this story)
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He was exhausted, dreary, monotonous. Two hands were placed on a duel-handled wheel, piloting a ship he borrowed from his closest friend while beside him was his twin idiot of a brother. The morning only recently arrived, pooling in soft glows of the sun and the crisp freshness of a blue sky, still new with no clouds in sight. As for their cramped pilot’s quarters, the more jovial of the mechs was quietly elated, bursting actually, to have been requested his assistance on an assignment that his brother’s lover was absent for. He was reclined in his co-pilot’s seat, hands lightly drumming on metal thighs which echoed an obnoxious barrage of clangs and pattered-taps that the piloting mech was too distracted to hear—at least not yet.
No, the pilot was too lost in a haze, purple optics sternly forwarded to examine the blue sky, ensuring the correct course to their upcoming assassination contract. Though deep in his thoughts, he was mourning this alleged loss of his romantic partner, his mind convincing him that Stormracer would never stir from her inventible comatose. This lack of her presence, the distant memories of their times together made him feel like he took every second with her for granted. And soon, she may have to be let go. That is, if she never awakens in the following years or if her brain activity ceases entirely. It was because of these deductions that Sensus nearly convinced himself into the stages of grief, currently preparing himself for when that time came, when her plug will be pulled and his life was destined to return to a life of pure solitude. That’s simply how his brain worked, when the ideals of her logically onlining were few, landing him in this desolate state of mind, leaving him utterly depressed.
However his brother, dare he call him that, grew on his nerves, aggravating the assassin from his lingering daze to quickly turn his helm in Magnitas’ direction, observing this silent moron enduring a drum solo on his own legs, causing Sensus to growl, “ENOUGH! Quit fuckin’ around and just stay silent!" Hands halted any further annoyances, the older brother’s smile remaining strong when he quickly apologized innocently, “Oh, sorry bro! I’m just really excited that you’re taking me on one of your… excursions~!”
A scoff sounded from scowling fangs, his optics rolling when they resumed their endless stoic stare ahead, “Yeah? Well don’t get used to it! If Stormracer was healthy, you wouldn’t be in the picture! I just need you to kill anyone who gets in our way since I have a kill limit. And seeing as how stealth is not in your combative vocabulary, we’re going to have to dive in and murder our target’s guards.”
Strange? Magnitas threw his brother a confused simper, head cocking to the side when he asked, “Uh, well, why’d you bring me along if you’re more of a stealth killer?” Why? Because Sensus couldn’t endure the mission he accepted alone. What he agreed to was strenuous, something that could stress his body into another spark attack, that is, if he was caught. The problem with that scenario was that he feared the notion of capture, meaning he may never see Stormracer again, let alone attend her ‘funeral’ if one were to happen. Primus, he was so glum that he already gave up on her. However, Sensus’ narrowed optics turned to meet with Magnitas’ blue worrisome ones, that smile of his equally as annoying as his ignorance.
“Because,” the assassin started off slowly with a hint of acid in his speech, “I can’t work alone anymore. At least, not yet. I’m waiting on my final enhancement, y’know, the thing that will cure me of the weak spark you damned me with? So I could work without needing anyone’s help anymore?”
His helm turned back, refacing the massive pilot’s window before him when he continued, “I need to keep my body in the best condition for that procedure, but I also need this job in order to pay for it. That, and this money is what keeps us alive in this post-war Cybertron. Without me working, we’d all be dead or starving. And you can’t do shit because you’re such a damn retard now! But don’t worry, ‘bro’. Once that enhancement is installed, you won’t be coming with me anymore, and Stormracer—well if she ever wakes up—won’t ever have to suffer another injury again.”
Silence resumed within the pilot’s quarters, Magnitas now looking down at his hands to fiddle with his digits when he could feel Sensus’ depression wrack his spark. The older brother knew his younger was in a tough spot, that he was mourning Stormracer’s plummet, recounting each second he observed her mutilated body from the expansive impact. More or less, his younger sibling was traumatized. He had no clue as how to handle the damage done to the femme he cherished so deeply. So much so he fell from his optimism and delved into a depressive mindset. Magnitas would be exhibiting the same depressive qualities as Sensus due to his impressive emotional connection yet, he remained as jovial as ever, if not the only light in Stormracer’s accident.
“Y’know…”, Magnitas mumbled beneath his concerned grin, blue optics trained on only his hands, “there’s a high chance she’ll wake up? She has a very strong spark like me, and a very impressive processor that can handle this sort of stuff. And since she’s stabilized, it’s just a matter of when she’ll break out of that coma. I mean, if you just talk to her, the chances of her waking up are greater? Astroflight said that comatose patients need to be chatted with since their brain is still functional—that like, they’re still listening to you. I bet….I bet if you were to revisit her and hold her hand, maybe tell her about your day, that she’ll respond more towards your voice. She moved a finger not too long ago, and that was when I was chatting with her. Imagine what impact you would have?”
That was a glint of hope Sensus refused to believe, his pained sigh immediately stating, “Let’s not talk about that right now. We need to focus on our job, and that has my full attention.”
Lies. He simply couldn’t bare to hear any hope since the ideal would cloud his judgement, thus affect him for the worst when she does—if she does—pass on. And if that were to happen, he would be devastated. No, he needs to be glum, he needs to focus on the worst. For if she did wake up, even today, he’d be so much more relieved and thankful than he would have been with brainwashed dreams.
Their flight came to an end, the siblings exiting the ship which was nestled between two abandoned buildings; their location that of a vacant, uninhabited city. The objective of this job was to assassinate a mech who bought, sold, and enslaved bots for slave labor. Most of them were prisoners of war, some neutrals, and most being bots who couldn’t defend themselves, most of them protoforms. It was disgusting, and Sensus was willing to take out this scum and reap the reward.
Several hours into this mission however, the brothers encountered a bleak predicament: after sneaking around the underground hallways of this establishment, their battles against the guards who not only patrolled the many winding paths, but protected their boss from any further harm, landed the brothers incapacitated and thrown into holding cells. Both of them being beat up, dented, and stripped of their weapons. It was Sensus’ fault, believe it or not. The one more mentally intelligible grew haughty in his despondency that he bit off more than he could chew, fighting those mechs when he needed an outlet for his mourning anger. Instead, he managed to throw both him and Magnitas into a dark, dingy jail cell, where the only light source they had were their differing biolights.
Around this time, Sensus housed himself in a corner of the cell, his legs brought up to his chest and head buried in his arms, hiding his face from his unfazed twin. Purple bio-lights were dimmer, the brighter blue bio-lights of his sibling illuminating all around their impressively vast cell, rectangular in its interior shape. Thanks to Magnitas’ lights, he could walk around with a blue hue, capable of viewing his dejected brother on the other side of the cell where the two of them rested on either side, distancing their space by a long shot.
Magnitas was hardly affected by this change in environment, comfortably sat in his own corner with the same position as his brother, except his chin rested over his arms and brought-up knees when he analyzed Sensus’ abasement.
“This is nice,” Magnitas spoke out after a decent hour of their capture, “do you think they’ll bring us some energon? I mean, we are their guests.”
“We’re not guests,” Sensus surprisingly spoke with his head still snug in his arms, his voice muffled by his isolated position, “we’re prisoners. And now they’re gonna starve us until we offline and use our parts for whatever means they see fit.”
Eventually, saddened optics lifted from their cradle, peering unto the blue hue of their darkened space, continuing with an almost pleading somber, “How can you even smile, Magnitas?”
As for the grinning mech, his expression constantly radiating his undisturbed joy, he replied happily, “‘Cause I’m with my bro, bro? Whenever I’m with you, I’m happy! Sometimes, I wish I could just hug you but you always get so angry with me.”
Depressed optical ridges furrowed, signaling Sensus’ confusion on the topic of his lack minded brother. Magnitas was tortured, right? Tortured for twenty years and yet, his outcome was this…overly exuberant persona who hardly knew the definition of sadness. No, he did sometimes, but that was difficult to achieve. And as of now, Magnitas also suffered from memory loss, the side effect of having the same psyche patch Sensus had, but removed. This is why Sensus hadn’t removed his patch, in fear he’d suffer the same fate, hence why he was damned to his job of assassination in order to appease the murder tech that forcibly found itself in his processor.
“Oh yeah,” Sensus had to ask in his doubt, “well, if you love me so much, then why did you try to kill me all those years ago, huh? Or do you even remember that day? When you sliced my throat in front of all my spectators, in front of everyone who attended my party at your hotel ballroom? How does that not make you depressed? Seeing me in pain practically makes you panic!”
Sensus’ last utterance was stronger in his melancholy anguish, leaving an echo when his voice grew louder in hysteria. Now purple optics were trained on his brother, desperate to hear an answer while he succumbed to further misery. For Magnitas, he simply recalled bits and pieces of that day, fractals of emotions he felt when he did, in fact, attempt murder. His smile stayed strong at least, his childish innocence remaining when he chuckled, “I guess I was mad? Or so I think? Or so I remember?”
“Mad?”, his younger nearly chocked out in disbelief, “Mad enough to fucking murder me?! What did I even do to you, Magnitas?! I literally…tried to help out your business! I tried to make your dream become bigger when using my fame and parties! People loved you, you know that? And what, did that piss you off?! That I worked my ass off to become famous and return the favor by paying you back for all those years of taking care of me?! If you wanted me dead, then you should have let me die when I was in hospice care, like I ASKED!”
“N-no, that’s not it,” Magnitas murmured shortly after Sensus raised his voice, worry feigning his smile as he recalled whatever he could. These memories were still shards of glass, presenting pieces of distant, long lost emotions and events. Why he nearly murdered Sensus was an idea, or an assumption as to why he enacted first degree murder. What he he knew was that he was upset, but not entirely sure why. When he forced himself to remember, causing his processor to have buzzes, loud enough to hear, and echoing clicks of a malfunctioning organ, Magnitas’ expression melted into a scrunched plight. He was digging, the forceful nature of uncovering memories becoming a daunting task when he tried to answer Sensus’ fright, his optics focused onto the ground when he strained out his recollections.
“I was…upset…I felt, betrayed? Like you…didn’t love me? Or that…I was losing myself? My identity?”
He let out a sigh when the memories fully fled, somber blue optics peering unto enraged purple ones, his remote anger allotting Magnitas to murmur, “I don’t really remember. The Cons messed up my head. They made it hard to think.”
Sensus slowly shook his head, very slowly, in his rage inducting disbelief when his optics never fled from Magnitas’ mental suffering.
“How then….how did you even end up in the Decepticon mental asylum, or where ever the hell you were? How did you even fuck yourself up this bad that you can’t even answer me when most of the time, you talk about all the crap they did to you? It doesn’t make any sense to me!” The mech tucked his head back into his arms, once more shielding his gaze from the brother he thought he could trust. Here they were, not only feeling severed from his lover but also severed from his brother. It was as though he couldn’t pour his emotions into anyone in fear that they would be disconnected, one way or another. First Magnitas, then Blackbird, now Stormracer. Why did Primus hate him?
Although, Magnitas had the answers to this question, optics perking when he gleefully answered without struggle, “Oh, I was captured! Or tricked actually! I was told I would get a mental enhancement when really, these were undercover Cons eluding me into a trap for torturing Autobots. Hah, wasn’t I stupid or what?!”
Sensus didn’t response, his head down, shutting away everything. Magnitas didn’t seem to mind, no, he was radiating with delight, going as far as to share the memories that easily flooded in, especially since Sensus finally took the time to ask. Because of this, Magnitas scooted himself closer, despite their reasonable twenty meter distance, now spewing out detail after detail that made Sensus nearly choke.
“First thing I remember was waking up on an operation table, and they told me how this wasn’t some uhm, Autobot procedure, but a death sentence. I think I was confused and pissed, but they quickly started explaining things before I realized that I was fucked for good. I swear, every part of me just sunk into a depression like you right now, and I was done for! And after awhile, they tested that patch on my head, and slowly each day it ate away at my processor before I completely forgot who I was. But y’know…”
Here Magnitas looked back onto the ground, fiddling with one of his tails between his digits, feeling every inch of the sharp tips to satisfy his attention distorter when he mentioned softly, “I felt awful for hurting you that day—like I was getting what I deserved. That Primus was punishing me for harming you. I went as far as to carve your name into my arm so I wouldn’t forget you when my memories began to perish. Because I love you, bro. And I’m sorry for trying to kill you back then. I just want to bring back what we had now that we’re together again, now that there’s nothing separating us anymore—well, besides yourself. When I remember what happened on that day, at the hotel, I’ll try to write it down so you can know how I felt. But I’m pretty sure it was my fault more than it was yours. Just know that I wouldn’t do that to you again. I wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”
Silence reigned for a few lingering moments when Magnitas expected a heart felt response, mainly due to his own affections pouring outwards to soothe his other. Though, he received nothing, just a quiet desolate mech who cornered himself in his misery. This ultimately made Magnitas worry, his smile slowly capsizing when he felt his spark implode from Sensus’ mingling depression. It worsened and worsened, this psychic connection he felt symbolizing how Sensus had fully given up. He’d rather rot away than face anymore of his sorrows, now that everything he loved was gone—or so he told himself.
Eventually, the older mech slowly stood to his pedes, sauntering over toward his little brother when his aft cautiously plopped beside him, an arm wrapping around the assassin’s back and leaning him into Magnitas’ chest. In doing so, frightened purple optics glanced upwards to meet with soften blue eyes, a mortified gasp exiting his fangs when he felt every inch of his disparity choke him, “Wh-what’re you doing?!”
“Comforting you,” he smiled gently in response, his arm staying stationed on Sensus’ back when the smaller mech tried to lunge away. Sadly, the side of his head was plastered against his brother’s chest plate, leaving him depressed and terrified, optics wide when they danced around the room.
“I-I-I don’t want your help anymore!,” he panicked under his stiffness, the tense arms wrapped around his legs tightening, “I just—just want you to go away!”
Instead of doing as his brother requested, Magnitas rested his chin on top of Sensus quivering helm, closing his blue optics to begin humming a familiar Cybertronian lullaby. It was the same lull he’d sing Sensus to sleep with, especially on days that he was in the most excruciating of pain. It was due to this lullaby, that softly hummed symphony that vibrated over his helm that made Sensus freeze, his spark stopping, if only for a moment, when he could feel himself warming to the sounds of that song.
“You….you bastard,” the smaller mech muttered under the tones of a watered voice.
For Magnitas, he simply kept going, rubbing Sensus’ back plates to pacify him. This dumb idiot, a mech who could no longer care for himself let alone others was assuaging his younger into calming down, into releasing his pent up remorse so that he too could smile. When really, it made Sensus’ spark feel more dreaded, pushing Magnitas’ helm away with his own so he could look up into his loving blue gaze, fear still present but more heart-warmed in confusion.
“W-why are you doing this? I’m terrified of you! You give me anxiety every time you touch me and you think singing to me is going help me? You think singing is going to undo what you did or make me feel better about Storm…I sung that to her, dammit… I don’t want to think about her, please stop…”
His voice was equally as soft, watered if not befuddled in his worrisome fear. Sensus was afraid to open himself back up, to allow Magnitas back into his life when he knew it could be crushed again. Yet, his audials were stunned when his lack minded brother alleviated a faint chuckle, “I love you, bro? I don’t want to see you sad? I know you’re going through a lot with Stormracer n’ all, and your condition and my weird ‘killing-event’. But y’know, there’s always a hope. Or like, a diamond in the rough. Stormracer isn’t dead, your condition can be solved, and me killing you isn’t going to happen ever again. If you haven’t noticed, things always turn out okay in the end, right? ….And she’s been through some stuff, right?”
Magnitas paused in wait for Sensus to slowly nod his head, feeling himself listen to his dumb brother’s smooth suave, his voice similar to his own in maturity, yet nurturing this time around. When the older bot got his compliance, he continued, “Then she’s gonna be okay! But you have to work for it. You need to see her and talk to her, hold her hand and spend some time with her. Shutting yourself away isn’t going to help her. If anything, you’re the one whose killing her.”
A fearful, distorted gasp filtered out of Sensus fangs, the realization that he was pre-planning a death that wasn’t even happening, assuming Stormracer was dead to save himself the grief when really, he was doing the most damage. If what Magnitas said was true, that speaking to her could inevitably rouse her from her sleep, then what the hell was Sensus doing?!
“S-so…I’m killing her?”, he stuttered in his aghast fright.
This led Magnitas to nod, following shortly after, “But she’s not dying either, y’know. You’re the one saying she’s dead when she’s alive. She’s just sleeping, really. But talking her is what will reverse the coma. Though if you keep avoiding her, then she may never respond—who knows. It’s the same with me? If you keep avoiding me, then we’ll never regain our relationship? The only reason you’re depressed is because you’re evading it, because you’re afraid things won’t work out so you’d rather not deal with it. I know you, Sen. You’ve been like this before.”
Everything he uttered was too spot on, too logical. If there was a field on who studied Sensus the most, it was Magnitas, and he aced in that course. It made Sensus slowly look downwards, processing this…this information that was correct in every light yet, he was telling himself to ignore it. Believing they were lies. Though, if he could fix these issues, have Stormracer back into his life alongside his brother, then he wouldn’t be as depressed anymore.
“But,” the saddened mech said when he quickly glanced back upwards in his fearful disbelief, “but what if you’re wrong? What if she never wakes up and you end up killing me again for whatever asinine reason? What then, huh?”
“Hah, why’re always looking at the negatives? If there’s a way to fix something, you do it. You knew racing would be hard on you, or that it could kill you yet you still did it? You told me that you weren’t gonna give up, even if all you’d ever do was loose? And even when you lost a race, you’d always say ‘there’s always a next time’, then chilled on the couch. So what happened to that ‘Sen’ I knew? The one who doesn’t give up? It’s weird seeing you like this when you always put a big bet on the table? And your bet is gonna win, so why not live up to it?”
At this, the mourning mech was silent, optics shutting off to mull over this information. What Magnitas had said was a solution. There was a place where things could start over, where he could correct himself into becoming that optimistic mech once more. What he was doing instead was pulling himself back down, ignoring the advice given when really, he should be obliging while placing these instances into action. The outcome of this talk, something that was forced onto them while locked in the cell of their enemies’ territory, eventually caused the assassin to unravel his arms, wrapping them around his brother when he sunk into a submissive embrace, leaning into the chest plate of the mech he allowed himself to accept.
He kept his optics shut off however when Magnitas merely wrapped his arms around in tandem, re-resting his chin atop Sensus’ helm when he could sense in his spark that his little brother finally accepted his invitation. It was heartwarming in fact, leaving the smaller mech mentally in shock that he remotely gave in so easily. He only wanted to be happy, to be at peace with his life’s situations. Though if he kept running away from his goal instead of pursing it, then he’d remain this despondent for the rest of his days.
“Okay…” he gradually responded after their long moments of hugging silence, “then…we can all start over. I’ll…I’ll go see her after we break out of this cell. I’ll talk to her, even if she doesn’t hear me. And we can…we can be together again…but it’ll take some time before I can fully trust you.”
“I can live with that!,” his brother chimed in happily, “just as long as you’re trying and never giving up is what matters. Besides, I bet Storm would love to wake up to a happy Sen, right? She would love to see you all giddy when she wakes up—actually, tell me what you like about her, bro? List off all her positives, even her negatives. C’mon, what’s so sexy about that gal that turns you on?”
Oh God, please have mercy. Sensus actually felt himself clench, his body go stiff again when he tried to remember the positives without falling back into a depression. He could assume this was an exercise, a way to remind him of what he loved about Stormracer that would motivate him into being joyful. She would want to see him happy, right? Waking up to someone depressed and glum would make her worry, wouldn’t it? And that’s not something he wanted, no. He wanted her to be just as elated, hence why Sensus let out a sigh and slowly began listing off his reasons, albeit with a lingering sorrow.
“Well…I love the way she talks, all innocent sometimes. I like how she’s kind of clueless about a lot of things, which I find…charming. I enjoy seeing her fight, her confidence and sometimes her arrogance. It feels familiar, like I met someone like her before, but it’s probably just her reminding me of you and me. Sometimes, she pisses me the fuck off, mostly when she sasses me or doesn’t follow my strategies all the way. But other times, I love to see her smile and get all excited about things.”
He then started to brighten up, his voice sounding more genuine with a light smile and a faint scoff, “And sometimes she’d blow my mind. I mean, she’s the first person I had sex with, and in the beginning she’d always climb onto my lap and kiss me. That…that was so weird? But that was also before she developed a personality, so I knew she was lost. Ahh…and then we made some sweet ass love…after I had a spark attack and I couldn’t even finish her off myself.”
Magnitas chuckled at that, knowing Sensus had grown a tad embarrassed with admitting his weakness of the time.
“I know it’s only been a month though. But it feels like an eternity. She made me notice that I don’t want to work or live alone anymore. She brightened up my life, Mags. And I was just scared that she was gonna leave—so I shut myself away to avoid the heart ache.”
Again, his brother chuckled, but more when he squeezed Sensus in their ever lasting hug that made the small ex-con choke out a strained squeal, the happy muscle-car of a bot stating, “Well, it’s not over yet! She’s just taking a long nap and needs a buddy to talk to her. Stop being so depressed and mech-up! Tell her all this stuff while she sleeps and maybe she’ll come around even faster. You know she loves it when you stroke her ego!”
For once in what was a month of sulking, Sensus let out a restrained chuckle of a gasp when Magnitas let him go.
That was the pep-talk he needed, all his positive remembrances of her and his brother’s softer touch revamping him to his pedes, the once sullen mech announcing with regained happiness and a tall standing bounce, “I’m gonna talk the shit out of her until she opens her fucking eyes then! I want to be the first thing she sees since I’m the only one who can save her! And then, I’m gonna take her out on a date when she recovers and make more sweet love! Someday, we’ll be Conjunx too and I’m NOT gonna fucking cry about this anymore! I’m gonna kill this guys’ ass with a thank you note, and blow this place up! Then I’ll tell her about this and she’ll be just as excited! I want her to be jealous actually—the fact that she slept on me for so long! Argh, and I’ll scold her ass for letting go!”
This bouncing radiance was Sensus slaying his depression, allowing his hopes to flow in when he forced himself—convinced himself—that things could turn out for the better. She wasn’t dead, she was simply sleeping. She needed him by her side to discuss events so her brain could gradually rouse her. And when she’d finally wake up, it’ll have all been worth it, more gratifying in fact. Not only that, but he would be more motivated to ensure her healing process, by guiding her through the steps towards recovery so their lives could continue. And as for Magnitas, Sensus pointed a confident finger at his still reclined sitting, a smile sounding off his radiance, “You and me—we’re starting over. You’re an idiot now, but I can live with that. If you just don’t hurt me, then I won’t be afraid of you. But you haven’t really, so I guess I can trust this ‘new you’.”
That finger turned into an outwards palm, a sign for Magnitas to grab ahold and pull himself from his sitting, which he did so with an emanating smile, “Does this mean we can like, do bro stuff again? Cuddling, wrestling, racing?” Once he was to his pedes, Sensus folded his arms, his grin sounding off a sass, “Well we can’t do any of that until you burn the damn bars and allow me my kill? I’ll need my weapons back so we can kill this mofo and restart our relationship. When we get back home…eeeeeewell, maybe we can cuddle. Maybe…”
“—Spark-therapy?”
“—You’re pushing it.”
“—Oh, gotcha. Later then?”
“—I’ll er…think about it. It hurts sometimes.”
“—Right! Then I’ll just burn the bars and we can go home, talk to Storm, then cuddle?”
As Magnitas asked his inquiry, his body sliding over to place two hands onto the bars, activating his outlier ability which in turn melted the solid rusted bars into a glowing orange goo, Sensus said, “Yeah. That’s exactly what we’ll do. And bro?” Sensus paused until Magnitas swiveled his grinning head around, waiting for Sensus to spill his eager contentment.
“Thanks.”
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