Black Bird
There were things that would never come back, that he'd been told as soon as the first session started, Chromedome didn't even have to spend a moment in his mind to give that verdict. His mnemosurgery was an absolute hack job, too many lines deleted and too many links broken. That he was still a functioning mech was a small miracle.
It was his third session with the mnemosurgeon(the tag 'friend' absently floated by and attached itself), while observing a mech that was supposed to be him for what felt like the first time that Brainstorm realized he was making progress. A surge of approval warmed the back of his mind, as Chromedome agreed, pointing out that even being able to recognize progress was progress itself.
When he came back to his frame, the surgeon was still supporting him, and helped him to standing again. His clumsiness suddenly made a lot more sense, as memories of the difference between his old frame and his current became accessible. Full integration would take time, as his spark would have trouble adjusting to a frame larger than what he'd been occupying before. At least that was someone to help him through.
