Melody gently knocked upon the double doors that led to the jet twin's quarters.
Just earlier they discovered where their origins came from. Cadavers. They were cadavers. The Elite Guard didn't want to use any of their soldiers so they used mechs' offline and dead chassis's to experiment on.
Melody and Jazz were looking for them because the couple had promised to take out the twins to go see a program at a nearby entertainment center. There was some sort of a concert, and Melody's sweet-spark was friends with the backstage hands.
Jetfire and Jetstorm were ecstatic and kept talking Sentinel's audios off, and anyone they were friends with, about it.
A few hours before they had to leave though, the twins received a package. No name or any indication of where it came from. When they opened it, and Melody swore, their expressions were akin to one being given a rotten energon cube.
Melody too learned of their true origins today. It was via the expletives leaving the two young mechs' mouths as they left the Scientific Wing of the Elite Guard.
They had locked themselves into their shared room and haven't been out since. No other tactic could get them talking, and Sentinel had to call in reinforcements.
This soon led Melody to this spot.
"Jetfire?" She knocked once. No response. "Jetstorm?" She knocked twice. "C'mon mechs, can we talk? It's just me. No one else."
She poked her helm around the corner and signaled Sentinel Prime-acting-Magnus to have the small platoon of mechs next to him to back off.
Primus, it was a little much. Sentinel reasoned that it was just in case the twins went berserk. Melody was adamant that the mechs wouldn't do such a thing.
"Ok, but if they do, it's on your helm, Melody," Sentinel retorted.
Melody knocked three more times, and finally, someone moved within the room.
"Miss Melody?" His voice was muffled, but the femme knew it was Jetstorm.
"Yeah Stormy?" Melody pressed herself closer to the door. She placed one audio on the steel door, listening.
"Is just you?" Jetfire's voice soon chimed in.
"Mmm-hmm, just me. Jazz is holding off Sentinel. Can I come in, boys?" Melody asked.
She stepped back as the doors in front of her slid away. She quickly stepped in, and the doors cycled shut behind her.
The lights within the room were very dim. They were hardly on at all, if one could call the brightness of the area that.
"Umm, lights at thirty percent," Melody stated. The lights brightened per her instructions. Now, the femme could see the state of the room.
The Elite Guard had very high standard of having a living quarters within Metroplex. At the moment, if inspector came in right then, the twins would get a D+, the plus being that it was just half the room as immaculate. The other half was in a state of disarray.
The twins had moved a couch and a whole stack of blankets and pillows to the far side of the room. As far as Melody could tell it was reminiscent of a little fort turned into a nest.
When Jetfire and Jetstorm sought out comfort, especially from each other, they made the nest of soft materials and lie in it, huddling together.
That was where they were at the moment.
Both of them lied down on the floor. With his back to her, Jetfire curled up within Jetstorm's arms. Seeing her enter, the blue twin looked up at Melody.
The elder Cybertronian felt her spark break a bit, seeing the two in their state.
"Hey," Melody murmured softly, her voice tender. "Can I sit next to you two?"
Jetstorm nodded and motioned her to come over. Melody made it to the other side of the room in a few easy strides.
The room was bigger than hers and Jazz's suite, but she made haste to get next to the younglings.
The next thing she knew, Jetfire rolled himself over and held his arms out to her, wanting to be held.
Melody soon had a ghost of a smile on her face-plates. Even if they were in the Guard now, they were still kids.
Melody immediately scooped Jetfire up in her arms. Jetstorm sat up promptly, leaning the back of his helm to the wall behind him.
"Rough solar cycle?" she questioned quietly.
The twins nodded, their mood melancholy.
"It not by accident they find us, was it?" Jetstorm murmured. He pulled his legs to his chest, resting his chin atop his knee-caps.
"We is oil refinery mechs before big kaboom," Jetfire murmured. Melody looked at the younger twin in sympathy. She rubbed Jetfire's helm as he settled his helm lean on her lap. The amber opticed mech blinked sullenly, a frown creasing his expression.
"Miss Melody?" the black and white looked up to Jetstorm, who stared at her.
"Yeah?" Melody straightened her seating position. "Go on Jetstorm, no need to be scared." Melody couldn't believe the expression on Jetstorm's face. She didn't know what it meant but it didn't look right on the usually jubilant mech.
"You knowing we always want to be in Elite Guard," Jetstorm began, but paused, unsure to continue. When Melody nodded for him to go on, he let out a drawn out sigh. "We didn't ask to be torn apart and put back together again …"
"Not at all," Jetfire sniffed. Melody's attention soon was drawn to the youngling beside her. He was shivering. "We are intended to be weapon, as Safeguard …"
"Ok, but let me tell you two something right now," Melody stated. Her tone had the twins staring at her again, a bit curious in what she had to say.
She paused, and said, "You two are more than what the Elite Guard wants you to be. Now, where you came from doesn't change the fact that you two are the youngest mechs to ever be in the history of the Guard, and pass every test in record time."
"But you still mad about it," Jetstorm pointed out.
Melody had to admit to that. Her belief that they were too young was something she'd never back down from …
"But that doesn't mean I'm not proud of you mechs. Yeah, I can be a silly, worrying mess at times," she nodded in agreement, "but you two just remind me of someone I once knew, a long time ago …"
The three remained quiet for a while.
"You two feeling better?" Melody murmured. She beckoned Jetstorm to join in on the cuddle pile. Jetstorm had kept himself in the same spot since Melody had gone into the room.
She received a private comm., and she answered it.
/How they doing in there?/ Jazz asked.
/Still down a bit, but tell Sentinel to call off the extra mechs! They aren't Decepticons!/ Melody replied. The femme got a bit heated, but she knew Jazz would understand.
/Loud and clear sweet-spark. Take as long as you need./
He soon hung up, and Melody turned her attention back to the twins nestled on either side of her.
"You two want me to stay or you two gonna be fine by yourselves?" Melody inquired.
They answered by snuggling closer to the femme.
She didn't argue.