This is dedicated to a close friend of mine whose mind is elsewhere and is on the receiving end of bad casting.
This is something new I'm trying hope you like it and I hope I've kept Chromia and Elita-1 in character.
Summary-: Chromia never thought about her friendship with Elita-1, she had never reflected on how many times when Elita's words had saved her life. Based before the 07 movie and possibly after, title may change to one shot or something else depends.
One shot.
Chapter one.
In your shadow I walk.
Sitting under the shelter of one Iacon's more un-occupied towers Chromia polished over her rifle with her cloth bringing it to a glorious shine. They had just arrived back from another defensive battle against the remaining Decepticon's on the ruins of Cybertron, they being her, Elita-1 and Arcee. The other remaining femme Autobot's had been captured by the Decepticon's and by the time they had arrived to rescue them they had already been too late.
"Why can things not just go back to the way they where?" Chromia growled to herself as she placed her rifle on the ground.
Before the war things had been alright for her they had been peaceful enough, she hadn't been so trigger happy then or met Ironhide. Which Chromia had to admit was one of the highlights of her life along with her meeting with Elita-1. Chromia had always respected her no matter what anyone said in her optics Elita-1 was a fine leader. Life hadn't came easy for blue femme in fact life to before the war had been just as cruel has it had been now.
Flashback.
The young femme scarpered into the corner of the room as her father creator walked through the door. Her blue optics shut off as she wrapped her arms around her thin tiny blue frame, she hoped the darkness would hide her from his wrath that was to come. Her mother creator had died years ago she had been told it was accidental but she knew he murdered her, she had watched him do it.
"I know your here little one come out and play." Her father offered sadistically.
The blue femme scattered tighter into the corner she was in hoping the housing based furniture hid her along with the darkness, that was until it moved and he grabbed her before she could scarper away. The Mech held her by the scruff of the neck tightly pulling on a few wires that were placed there.
"Why did your mother call you Chromia, you should have been called a waste 'cause that's what you are." He slurred in her face.
Chromia held her optics shut tight refusing to put them online to look at him, her arms refused to let go of her scrunched up body as he held her in front of him. The pain in the back of her neck was making it hard for her to not scream. Her father creator smirked evilly as he shook her tiny frame an escaped sob from her mouth made him stop and glare at her.
"Did I hear a sound come from your mouth." He snarled.
"N-N-No s-sir." Chromia stuttered from pain.
"You just spoke you ignorant sparkling." Her father growled as he dropped her on the floor and kicked her.
Chromia gurgled as the pain from the drop and the kick in her stomach forced its way out of her mouth. Her father glowered down at her as he knelt over her, his filthy hands roaming over her tiny blue frame. Chromia's on lined optics stared fearfully back at him as he sneered at her his dull optics filled with lust.
"I should of done this a long time ago maybe it would of taught you a lesson and might of saved your mother." He sneered as his fingers coated over her metallic lips.
"Y-You k-killed M-Mummy." Chromia stuttered.
"Your mother was a whore." He snarled.
Chromia winced as his hand found her throat and he crawled on top of her, shutting of her optics Chromia turned away from him as she tried to shield what was to come. Before anything could happen the place exploded around them throwing her lustful father of her and against the wall. Chromia crawled into a ball as her surrounding's flown over her.
"Check in that building for survivors." A female voice sounded through the wreckage.
"Yes Mam." Another replied.
Footsteps sounded through her audio receptors a gasp following shortly as yells for medical attention and someone called Elita filled the air. Chromia clicked quietly and tried to get away from the intruders, but rubble around her stopped her from moving anywhere.
"Oh Primus quick get Ratchet, Flare-up alert Optimus and keep the Decepticon's away."
"Yes Elita."
"Hush little one I'm not going to hurt." The femme named Elita soothed as Chromia clicked fearfully.
"Well it looks like her father creator was a bit of a slob."
"Primus she's been through a lot look at these scars Moonracer." Elita-1 informed.
Chromia clicked again as she felt her systems shut down from exhaustion, her optics locking on to the kind and warm ones of the pink femme named Elita-1
End of flashback
"I never really did thank her for that day." Chromia mused to herself. "She saved my life and she doesn't even know it, or maybe she does."
Chromia stared out at her surroundings taking in the sights of the rundown buildings; the attack from the Decepticon's was dying down. Most of them where retreating due to the word being spread that Megatron had been destroyed by a human.
"A mere human brought down the mighty Megatron." Chromia laughed brining back more memories.
Flashback.
"Elita-1." Chromia called as she walked down the halls of the Autobot femme base.
"Chromia, how did your first mission go?" Elita-1 asked.
"Very well we were able to retrieve the Energon goods and have enough to do us for a good while." Chromia explained.
"Well done if I may Chromia could I have a word with you in my office please." Elita-1 asked.
"Off course is something the matter." Chromia asked as she walked into Elita's make-shift office.
"I've heard that you have been having problems is everything okay." Elita asked.
"No it isn't you know about my nightmare up-bringing it still plays around in my processor." Chromia confessed.
"You have nothing to fear Chromia you know I am right here when you need to be, no matter what I am not just your leader but your friend as well."
End of flashback
To Chromia those words where true and stayed planted in her processor and her spark, those words of comfort meant a lot to her. A friend was what she needed and Elita had gave that to her, even when she had first joining the Autobot femme ranks there was something the other femmes didn't like about her. But that didn't bother her not when she the support of Elita-1, who else did she need other than her leader and friend.
Other than Ironhide that is.
A/N
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