Silent Night: for Xobit.

Silent Night
A gift for Xobit.  
Still Standing by The Rasmus

“Oh Holy Night, the stars are brightly shining….”

    The adult fire truck-mech sits nestled in the snow bank listening to the people within the sacred human temple sing to their God on one of their Highest Holy Nights.   He tips his head back and looks up to the vibrant stars up above.   Here in this remote very northern hemisphere part of Earth, on a crystal clear night like tonight the stars seem so much closer than ever before.
    Of course there is one star that burns forever in his spark.  His dear sweet Creator Firestar.  He smiles.  
* Fire, she was so warm and vibrant and carrying.  
*     Star, a bright spot in a dark time of his people’s civil war.
*         Firestar,   a force to be reckoned with and yet his nurturing haven.  His spark soars with love.

    Sure her spark has returned to their All Spark to become One once again, but he knows the best part or her still beats within his chest.   She didn’t just give him life.   She raised him.   She loved him dearly and always will.  She made him the adult mech he is today.   No offspring could be more proud to carry on it’s creator’s dignity and honor,
   Not just him, but his best friend Red Alert, too.  She made sure that he was secure and would not long for company before she passed on.   Often Red and Inferno recant the things she did with them in teaching, playing games and just over all being there for both of them in their upbringing.
   His spark smiles and watches one star shoot of over the horizon and off into the unknown.  It should make him sad to see it drift on to silence and go dark, but it doesn’t.   For he knows it was not really a shooting star just a piece of mass burning through the atmosphere coming to rest some where on this terra firma.   It is not dead.   It is not gone.
   Nor is his own dear creator.   Her body may have ceased to be here to hug him and for his audios to hear her soft guiding voice, but just as that rock came to rest somewhere down here nestled or buried into the ground to become someone‘s treasure to discover, so has a piece of this wonderful being who was everything to him a treasure in his loving spark.  She was a firelight of strength in time that many found troubling and scary and bringing him to full term and into a wonderful Cybertronian, a hope to many others.
     His spark swells watching another shooting star sail across the dark velvety sky.
     
     “Hey Inferno, how’s it going?”  The white and red Lamborghini unfolds into his own bot form and settles into the bank beside his friend.   He too leans back into the snow bank.  Following his friend’s next movement, they both latch their hands behind their helms and watch an incredible sight:
     The Aurora Borealis.   Vibrant waves of color ripple across the horizon.   Inferno beams brightly watching a star fall right through it.
     “You know what causes those, don’t you.”
     “Red, shh.   Just enjoy the light.   Don’t fret.”
     “I’m NOT fretting!” The little one balks.
     Inferno just chuckles a little and then his friend huffs a little right back.   “Just like your creator always fussing over me.   I might be short but--”
      “Thank you, Red.  That’s probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
      The smaller mech looks up to the taller one and sees utmost praise in being compared to his ‘mother’.   That does warm Red’s spark to know something so innocent could make the other’s night.   He turns to continue sharing the view with his friend.
       The fire truck watches the celestial light show and listens the humans sing of a child who will become their savior on a silent yet holy night.  A single star will hang above to show the sign of where their God’s only Son waits.

      “Inferno?  Are you alright?”   Red Alert turns to his best friend in two worlds.  Well the whole universe, actually.
       The taller bulkier one doesn’t turn to the other.   Instead he just beams his own shining smile.  “Perfect.”
       “Do you miss her?”
        Now Inferno does turn to his dearest friend,  “Some days.   And then there are nights like to night where I can share a quiet moment with one who loved her as much as I and I know I will see her again someday.   For now, I’m blessed to be hers and carry on her legacy and know I am making my own as well.”   The grin comes out wider.   “But I’m not alone.”
        Red Alert smiles and blushes knowing how privileged he is to be among Inferno’s trusted circle of friends.   On top of that, he was one of the few who knew Fierce Firestar’s ever so sweet side.   He holds dear what she told him in private about looking after Inferno after she was gone.   He made her a promise and a vow to do so.   If he can fulfill part of that with just relaxing here beside the Rescue Hero and enjoy a silent night together, he will do so.
         He says nothing and just lets his hand fall to grip the forearm of the strong and diligent mech of utmost reprieve.   So much dignity and honor he exudes.   The femme would be proud to see what her son has become after her passing.
        They say nothing just reclined and smiling taking in the moment of this silent night alone together as their sparks swell in love and warmth.