"The circle of a Cybertronian."

Quickstorm had never been so fearful for her life. 

Not only had a war started up, but because of her oddly coloured optics, the "Autobots" automatically assumed that she was a "Decepticon". 

Quickstorm had to put off meeting up with Soundwave in their weekly meetups, for a deca-cycle.

She hated it, but as an effort not to get him caught by the Autobots, she was willing to be lonely until they had a chance.

After all, staying in one of the Autobot's bases as a neutral was better than being out in the battlefield. Better than being a target for either side.

Although, there had been some conflicts when she first managed to escape the battle filled streets of Kaon. Her optics being the main start of the suspicion that the other neutrals and Autobots held.

It wasn't her fault that when she was sparked from the Well of Sparks, that her frame was sparked the way it was.

Quickstorm was different to the other Cybertronians. That much had always been evident through her life.

From her strange perspective on life, to how she miraculously knew how to kick aft in the Kaon Pits. You'd think that stranger things would've happened, but apparently not.

Quickstorm was one of a kind.

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Soundwave anxiously waited at his and Quickstorm's meeting spot.

Fear that the Autobots had finally decided to throw her out, fear that the Decepticons would've sound her and possibility killed her. Fear that even if Quickstorm was perfectly fine, that he would be caught(by the Autobots of the Decepticons, he couldn't tell which he feared more).

Ped steps made the slender mech look up, breathing in relief when the femme that had been occupying his processor more and more, appeared.

Quickstorm's tired faceplates instantly lit up at the sight of him, "Soundwave!"

The pair were quick in removing the distance between them as they hugged each other, relieved that the other was still safe and alive.

"You weren't waiting long, were you?" Quickstorm asked, taking a small step backward to look up at the mech's taller faceplates that were hidden by his visor.

Soundwave shook his helm, "Not at all," he told her, not wanting to make her worry.

Quickstorm smiled, "I missed you."

"The Autobots are that bad?" Soundwave asked as they sat down on a scrap piece of metal that had once belonged to one of the many buildings in Kaon.

Quickstorm's faceplates scrunched up, "Yes," she sighed, "They still think I'm a 'con."

Soundwave's derma twitched downwards from behind his visor, "Really?"

Quickstorm gave him a half-smile, "Of course not!" She said sarcastically, her voice was tired and exhausted.

Soundwave wrapped an arm around her comfortingly, and Quickstorm leaned into his touch. her optics closing as a vent left her chassis.

Soundwave's derma twitched upwards into a smile from behind his visor as he carefully watched over the femme who had tired out enough to have a small nap.

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Lethe's blank look made Soundwave immediately regret his words.

"I'm so-"

"Why did you call me that?" Lethe interrupted, her confusion pure on her face, "I'm Lethe. The femme in my memories is Quickstorm."

It was Soundwave's turn to be confused, "Your memories?"

Lethe smiled sadly at him, "Don't let the past change your mind about me in the future, Soundwave," she quoted Quickstorm.

Soundwave's eyes saddened at the words, "She said that before..."

Lethe winced, "Before she died."

"Yeah," Soundwave sighed. 

Lethe grabbed his hand in her comfortingly, making the mech look up into her blue eyes that were so much different to the purple-red that he had fallen in love with, "I may not be Quickstorm anymore, but," she hesitated, "She still lives within me."

Soundwave's eyes widened in (yet again) more confusion, "What?" he asked hopelessly.

"I'm Lethe as much as I'm Quickstorm," Lethe explained, "I'm several souls - or sparks - in one body. One continuous cycle throughout time and space."

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Quickstorm had always known that something was different about her. But she would never have thought that she'd be that different compared to the other Cybertronians. 

She was torn whether to follow through with her previous lives words(and experiences) of caution about telling others, and telling Soundwave.

Her processor flicked through all the memories she had gotten on her eighteenth spark-day. Memories of living not only in this "dimension" or "alternate universe", but in others. 

It was terrifying for the femme when she had woken up that morning to find memories she had never experienced before... until the memories explained it out for her. 

Primus was only one god that had allowed her to be reborn. Hades and Thanatos, Greek gods of Death had allowed her to be born a demigod in one of her lives. Anubis and Osiris had allowed her to enter the world of magicians. Hel had allowed her to enter the world of Asgardians and mortals. Death allowed her to enter the world of witches and wizards...

The list went on and on. 

Quickstorm didn't know what to do.

She wanted to tell Soundwave, but every time she had tried to tell someone in her other lives, they had deemed her insane, or crazy. 

A sigh left her derma.

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She was running.

She had to escape before the ones chasing her caught her. 

Her breathing came out labored from her intake as her optics kept scanning around as she ran, on high alert for anything, or rather, anyone that would come.

Her servo reached upwards towards her audials but froze.

Soundwave had warned her not to contact anyone in case the Autobot's found her signal. Or even worse, the Decepticons. 

She paused, taking in rather large gulps of air as she tried to recollect herself.

Quickstorm froze when she heard ped-steps moving quickly in her direction, "Come on, she went this way!"

She instantly took off running again, fear thundering throughout her systems. 

"There she is!"

"Get the traitor!"

Her fear only grew as they chased her, she had tried to keep the emotion from Soundwave but she had obviously failed as his immediate concern flooded through their bond.

- What's wrong, Quickstorm? - his panicked voice asked her.

The femme gulped as she glanced behind her, only to see servos transforming into blasters, getting ready to fire at her, - I'm sorry, Soundwave, - she managed to whisper through their bond.

She felt his confusion before it turned to realization, then terror, - Quickstorm! -

The femme closed her optics as a shot was fired from the Autobot's blasters.

- I love you. Don't let the past change your mind about me in the future, Soundwave, - she whispered to him one last time before her spark went out.

The femme's sparkmate's spark almost seemed to die with her, his magenta optics were closed furiously as he was suddenly turned into a killing machine, destroy any and all Cybertronians that stood in his way.

The slender mech finally broke down after several Mega-cycles, coolant dripping from his optics as energon dripped from the mech's servos. All the Cybertronians that he had killed in his rage lay in various forms behind him as he cried silently.

He could almost reach out to his sparkmate... only to feel the cold, emptiness of their broken bond.

From that day onwards, the Autobots would pay.

Here's Chapter Ten!

And this chapter brings the whole story back to the start.

Triple update!

Hope you enjoyed!