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Void-verse. Where Scourge is. Looking for a hand.

Ratchet looks around as he appears in the new reality, feeling the mech that he's searching for, but not seeing him yet. The free spark's usually cheerful face shows deep concern today. He knows this is a long shot gamble, but he can't shake the hunch that Scourge might be able to help him.

He tilts his head and listens. Where is Scourge?

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Ratchet solidifies, causing Cyclonus' knuckles to hit him with a dull 'clank'. "Stop that, I can hear your slagging thoughts when you do it."

-I... don't know.- She looks at the purpled opticked image, and he'll be able to see her remembering times when the optics are blue and the voice is female. Megatron doesn't shout at those times.

And then the trace of another memory rises: anguish and fear and pain to her very spark core....

Starscream shouts and flails free of Scourge's shell, bumping into Cyclonus in the process as she radiates her terror and her sense of utter helplessness before whatever had attacked her in the memory.

"Slag!" Ratchet stumbles to a knee as she brushes against him, and then reaches for Primus, asking for the power to comfort her and strengthen her.

"Good. I'm quite eager to give them to you," Cyclonus snarls, right before Starscream bursts out again.

Scourge makes a grab for her, falling and hitting the ground before he can get a proper grip. But his hand falls through her and he can give her at least one memory--trembling against Cyclonus' chest, letting himself be held without being touched, finding solace from the storm of his own mind.

She leans against Cyclonus herself, only because of her immaterial state she sinks into him, still transmitting the weakness and terror and helplessness even as she tries to grasp at the comforting memory from Scourge.

And it's Cyclonus who suddenly feels the slight touch of a presence much larger than himself, nonthreatening, non-invasive, but full of concern for the shivering spark who's hiding partially inside the warrior's shell. Starscream herself is unaware of anything but her struggle to hold onto what Scourge has given her. She doesn't even realize yet that she's left his shell.

Ratchet's sitting on the ground, just silently watching everything and waiting.

Scourge stumbles to his feet, setting his hand on Cyclonus' shoulder for balance and continues, giving her a memory of a delicate, nervous kiss that made his circuits sing like angels. "I came back, you can come back too. Come with us," he murmurs again, trying to show her how safe it is.

It takes all of Cyclonus' willpower not to flinch, both from Starscream and this new alien force inside him. He stands firm, one arm across his chest protectively, the other still hanging on to his gun.

She's reaching through her terror, still touching Cyclonus even as she also touches Scourge. And now she's remembering arms around her, and a voice that seems so mechanical and unemotional to everyone else speaking to her softly and giving her a lifeline after some event that she can't recall.

-Come where?- she whispers, then starts as that other presence becomes palpable to she and Scourge at the same time. She doesn't know Primus; has never met him before, and so cowers before the awareness of him. -S...scourge?-

"Come home," Scourge whispers back. "Don't be scared. I'm sure he misses you. Megatron misses you."

Cyclonus lets Scourge talk to her, and instead tries to force this new presence back so they can speak in peace. He thinks it's Ratchet, or another ghost.

-Home....- She forgets everything else as yearning rises up in her. -I don't know how.-

Then she sinks back into the tracker's shell, leaving Cyclonus with Primus' presence, which is watching quietly.

"Boss?" Ratchet blinks from where he's still sitting on the ground.

Primus sends what can only be -Shhhh.-

Get out, Cyclonus mentally hisses at the presence inside him. You are not welcome in this place or in this body, whoever you are.

Scourge pulls away from Cyclonus, wrapping his arms around himself. "We'll show you the way. We'll take you home. Stay in me until we get there, if you need to."

-Stay... alright.- There's a sensation as though she's curling up, and then a sense of thanks and of trust and overwhelming weariness.

Ratchet cautiously gets to his feet and dusts off his skidplate, then taps Cyclonus to get his attention before asking if he's alright and starts with surprise as Primus pokes him and then fades out.

Scourge smiles weakly. "It's going to be all right..."

Cyclonus whirls and slaps his hand away. "What was that?" he demands. "There was something else here, I felt it!"

"He's still here," says Ratchet, taking back his hand. "That's Primus. But I don't know why he was touching you."

-Primus? I've heard that name.- Starscream perks slightly, but it's too much effort and instead she just mentally leans against Scourge for support and reassurance. She doesn't feel quite as weak as she did when she first touched him, and her fear, pain, and confusion have settled down to a dull throb. -Can we go now? Please?-

"Neither do I, and I'd appreciate it if he wouldn't do it again." The polite words are said through gritted teeth. Scourge accepted the ghost willingly, but Cyclonus accepted nothing and he feels a bit violated.

Scourge nods to himself, then turns to Ratchet. "Where are Megatron and Soundwave? She needs them."

"Hey, don't tell me." Ratchet turns his attention to Scourge. "Megatron, I don't know. Soundwave, we can do. Who has the PINpoint?"

Starscream's mind has drifted again, and now she shows Scourge the image of a familiar white femme with golden and blue accents. -Do you know who this is?-

"Auspex...yes, I know her. She's my friend."

Cyclonus holds up the PINPoint and indicates the proper button. "This?"

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