Arcee was driving through the broken, dull streets of Cybertron when she heard an ear peircing screech ring into her audio receptors.
She recognised the screech as an Insecticon and made to dive behind some scrap metal to hide herself from veiw from the brute.
The Insecticon however had spotted the small blue flash and was obviously curious.
He stalked over and loomed over the metal to see the small femme with her curved blades out.
She jumped as he made a grab for her legs and waist and dodged his large swipes.
(My fight scenes suck so im not gonna do one :p)
Finally, She had been caught and closed her optic lids, waiting for the killing blow.
He did something she never thought he could...
He spoke.
"Impressive, You held quite well against me femme, tell me what is your name?" He spoke as his mandibles twitched and quivered in anticipation.
"Arcee, What's it to you...?"
"Hardshell."
"What's it to you Hardshell?" She asked.
"I want to know the name of my pet." He spoke silkily, Which was surprising for Arcee.
"I am not your pet!" She said outraged at his claim.
"I will follow you even without your permission." He stated.
She sighed.
"Could you put me down please?" She asked.
He didnt respond but put her gently on the ground.
"Thank you."
"Ratchet, I need a groundbridge and I have some company." Arcee spoke tiredly.
"Alright Arcee, But I want to Know who this 'company' is." Ratchet grumbled.
"An insecticon who goes by Hardshell." She said quietly.
"What?!..I'm not even going to ask, Groundbridge is coming your way." Ratchet stuttered through the comm link.
The vortex appeared and the two went through.
Bulkhead and Wheeljack stepped up unhappily at the sight of Hardshell.
"Cee', Get away from him!" Wheeljack shouted sounding pissed.
"What kind of Master hurts his pet?" Hardshell quipped smugly while snaking a thick talon around a squirming Arcee and pulling her towards him.
This movement triggered the Autobots to unleash their weapons, even Optimus and Ratchet had their blades out.
"I'm not going to hurt her, She is my pet after all, Isn't that right, Kitten?" He spoke silkily again.
"Shoot me."
"Not gonna happen, Kitten."
"Cee', Babe, What's happining?" Wheeljack asked lowering his weapons and ignoring Hardshell's growl at the word 'babe'.
"To be honest Wheeljack, I dont know, First we were fighting and he catches me and now according to him, I am his 'pet'." She said with a tired sigh.
"Oh, Ok."
"Why are you not concerned, Wheeljack!?" Ratchet shouted.
"He's merely showing signs of protective instincts and dominant affection." Wheeljack shrugged
Hardshell nodded and all the Autobots looked gobsmacked.
The silence was broken by Arcee.
"Can you let go of me please?" She asked.
"Of course, Kitten."
"Please stop calling me that." She pleaded.
"No can do, Kitten." He quipped smugly.
"If he is not leaving, where will he recharge?" Ratchet asked Optimus.
Before Optimus could awnser Hardshell interrupted.
"With Kitten, Of course."
"What if she dont want you there?" Wheeljack said slightly aggressively.
"She's mine, she needn't decide."
"I'm my own person!"
"You're mine."
"My Kitten~"
Crystalarcee out-