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The World According to Kris (reverse!au) 3/?

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With two new allies, Noah and the Freedom Racers fly to Peru to find the second half of the transwarp key. Unaware to all of them, they have two stowaways watching them in plain sight.

Stuck in a limbo between life and death, Kris watches his brother and sister-figure Elevate, a nightingale beast machine with a sonic voice and speed, fail to properly grieve his death. In process, he comes to the terrifying realization of who's to blame.

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Reverse Roles AU and basically Kris takes Bee’s place in RotB, killed by Scourge trying to steal the transwarp key before being revived, followed by flashbacks on Noah’s and Kris’ life before the crash that sent hundreds of Cybertronians to Earth.

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“Your singing is very nice. It’s very relaxing.” Airazor whispered bashfully, turning towards that oversized nightingale who shivers her feathers in appreciation and pride, “You wouldn’t imagine it would be able to make tanks explode.”

Elena giggles softly at the compliments, a bit self-conscious by how much damage her sonic screeches actually did. She only used it once or twice but that time, it was out of blind rage. Looking back, it seems so embarrassing. She was never the fight type. That was her father. Regardless, the complement was nice.

“Oh, well thank you. I’m just happy no one was hurt.” Elena huffed, “Well, those who are important.”

Airazor lets out a soft chortle at her jab and turns her entire body to face the nightingale. She takes in her entire figure, never realizing she had a proper look at her new ally and savior. Elena’s figure is slender as much as any nightingale but she seemed to resemble a bluethroat nightingale except with lavender and a dark gray strip below it instead of blue and the orange strip. Her light gray feathers, despite dirty from soot and rubble, glimmer from the actual silver and iron blades layered in between her wings.

On the other hand, Elena has never been so close to a human before. She had only arrived on Earth a few weeks before the Autobots crashed into Earth with her calculations claiming that the transwarp key landed somewhere there millions of years ago. She often stayed out of sight up in the clouds or in caves but this is the first time she had been so up close.

Airazor’s aged face is slightly touched up by makeup and her short hair combed back with a few strands poking over her widow’s peak and hanging over her auburn eyes. Elena also notes that the scientist is thin but not bony. Behind her white lab coat and rolled up jeans, she is most definitely athletic in a way. Elena has seen her remove her coat a few times to clean it, her brown wife-beater tank top showing off her fit biceps. Primus! Stop that Elena!

While Elena tries to look anywhere but the scientist, she notices a shining piece of bronze around Airazor’s neck. Elena points to it with her wing, “What is this symbol?”

Startled out of her thoughts, Airazor looks down at what she’s pointing at. A soft and fond smile stretches across her face looking down at her necklace. She unties it and holds it gently in her palm to show, “It is the Maximal crest. Now, it is all I have left of my people.”

She was a part of a team of warriors from her tribe to protect the first half of the key. They called themselves the Maximals; Friends with the animals and fought like them. They kept the relic far away from their home for fear of people learning of its power and using it for evil. They blended into the crowd, hiding in plain sight but when UniCorp learned of its existence, they killed off her friends and family to obtain it. With Airazor left, the key was left to be protected at the museum she worked at. Looking at the necklace only reminded her of the pain but after so long, Airazor can only be reminded of its beauty.

Elena stared at the little charm, admiring the intricate designs of what appears to be a predator but it appears more brave than dangerous. “It’s beautiful.” Elena muttered in awe as Airazor tied it back around her neck before she gestures to her entire body, bowing slightly with a smirk, “Well, the whole thing is working for you.”

Airazor returns the compliment with a smug yet flushed smile, “You should’ve seen me in my 20s.”

“Oh yeah?” Elena challenges, leaning her beck dangerously close to the scientist’s face, “What you was doing? Turning human heads?”

Regardless of the close proximity, a flushed Airazor doesn’t waver. “Maybe.”

Kris watches the two banter from a far. It was funny watching more humans get along with his loved ones. Seeing his family friend and the kind but scary scientist from the museum joke with each other was sweet, especially since they looked so fond of each other. Kind of reassembled the face Mirage makes at Noah when he isn’t looking.

“Oh my Primus.” Kris loudly chokes at the realization. They like-like them. Mirage and Airazor! Gross!

“So I’m not the only one who sees the chemistry.” Breanna jokes, peering down at the Viper, who’s holding back a gag. That’s his brother! And his almost-sister! Come on!

“Ugh! They love each other!” Kris groans as his metal cheeks turn green, “Now they’re going to be all kissy and shit.”

“Ay! Language.” Kris smiles sheepishly at her mother’s scolding tone. “And they’re only going to be all kissy if Noah and Elena like them back.”

With his head snapped up at the older robot in shock, Kris points at them with a bewildered expression as if he’s pointing out the obvious, “Of course they do! I’m dead, not blind!”

The young Autobot slumps in his seat, watching Airazor slowly fall asleep on Elena’s silver wing to her song and Mirage fidgeting with his cap, his blue eyes flicking up at the sleeping green Challenger every few minutes. As sad as the sight is, it’s comforting for the dead. Not once has Kris has ever seen so much kindness towards his family within the few months they have stayed.

“Noah and Elena never had time for a conjunx. Mom always encouraged him but he was too busy looking for jobs or taking care of me to go searching.” Kris mutters as Breanna swiftly and gracefully sits next to him. When the young robot closes his eyes, he can see the memories of the real Breanna teasing Noah on his way out of the door about finding a conjunx partner soon so she can have Kris all to herself.

“And no one on Eukaris liked Elena. I guess they prefer beast modes who can fight and kill rather than study and sing.” That idea was just plain stupid in Kris’ opinion. She’s the smartest and kindest person she has ever met, with the exception of maybe his brother but he’s more protective and badass than smart and kind.

Then it just hit the Viper; His real mom is all alone. Noah and Kris never liked or even played with the idea of leaving home since there was no real reason to. This trip to Earth was a complete accident and for all Breanna knows, her sons might be dead. Kris looks up at his fake mom, his spark stuttering at the sight of the familiar gentleness in her eyes, realizing that she’ll never see the real ones ever again, “Do you think Breanna would be mad if she found out that I wanted to stay? That Noah has a conjunx on Earth?” Kris asks as he hugs his knees and looks at Noah, who’s now asleep, resting his helm on Elena’s shoulder, who is also sleeping against his shoulder blades.

The fake Breanna was silent for a moment, humming as she thinks before she places a hand on Kris’ shoulder. He painfully looks up and meets Breanna’s blue eyes, “I don’t she’ll be mad one bit.”

The fact that it’s not his actual carrier isn’t as comforting as he wants but as his optics drift to sleep, he pretends that her calming voice is.

[krytus]

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