Siren remained on my mind throughout the next day. Should have I killed him? If I didn't, Lockdown would surely punish me greatly.

First my sparkling is gone, and now my closest friend. What have I done?

Killing him won't solve anything! It surely won't bring back Blossom any quicker. Guilt rested heavily on my shoulders, weighing me down.

I hesitantly told Lockdown that Ratchet must have Blossom. He sent a message to all of the squadrons about this. Once again, he assured me that we would find her.

I took comfort to that he wanted to find her. Maybe it was just because she meant so much to me... or that he wanted me to be happy. I didn't care what his motive was as long as we found her.

My day was spent as always, following Lockdown wherever he went. Everybot looked at me with sour expressions, with mixes of anger.

I avoided optic contact, afraid that some mech would want to pick a fight with me. Lockdown surely wouldn't let them live if they did, and I didn't want to cause any more losses than I already had.

We returned to our quarters for dinner, also turning in for the night. We enjoyed our high grade energon together, watching the sunset over the horizon. My frame was snug next to his on the couch in front of the west window.

"The beauty before me steals away my spark each and every day." He breaks the comfortable silence.

"I love the sunset too" I softly respond.

He chuckles and shakes his head. I furrow my eyebrows and look up into his optics.

"What is it?" I asked, confused.

He leans down and presses a soft kiss to my dermas.

"I wasn't referring to the sunset sweeetspark."

My faceplate heats up and is covered in a dark blue blush. Our faceplates are inches apart, optics locked.

I lean in and press my dermas to his, my dermas moving slowly against his. He returns this, placing his servo against the back of my helm to hold it in place.

I wrap my arms around his neck and press closer to his frame. We pull away and look into each other's optics, smiling.

"I love you Brisk." He whispers softly.

"I love you to Lockdown." I whisper back.

Then, I trail light kisses down the scar across the left side of his faceplate. I end at his dermas, going in for another kiss.

He comes back with a stronger, more passion filled kiss. I follow, our dermas dancing with each other once more.

Without warning, he picks me up and stands. He walks into our berthroom, not once breaking the kiss.

We fall onto the berth in each other's arms. He pins me down under him, this time breaking the kiss.

"How would you feel about a second sparkling sweetspark?" He asks me with a smirk plastered on his face.

I smirk back.

"I'm sure Blossom would love a sibling."

Happy Holidays! I hope you all have a great holiday season!

As always, thanks for reading!

-Avalanche