Title: A Perfect Mix

Pairings: Arcee/Cliffjumper

Summary: His frame, her color. Half of him, half of her. Arcee takes a brief moment to reflect on the miracle of sparkling emergence.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, of course.


Arcee had never felt so tired in her life. Her optics rebelled against the mere idea of being awake, flickering out every few moments, leaving her in the dark. Her whole body ached, though the pain in her chassis was particularly sharp. The thought of moving one of her limbs was downright laughable. She felt like if she tried it would just fall off. Still, she couldn't bring herself to slip into recharge, not just yet. She still wasn't fully convinced her little miracle wouldn't disappear if she looked away for too long.

A smile graced her mouth plates, despite her discomfort. She'd been foolish, thinking vorns of war would prepare her for the pain. She knew now that nothing could really prepare you for Emergence. It was more than just pain - it was agony and exhaustion and draining in a way nothing else could ever be. A life had struggled its way out of her, took a piece of her with it as it came screaming into the world. It was the most frightening thing she had ever been through, and she'd do it a million times over, just to be right where she was, curled protectively around her sparkling in the berth she'd once shared with Cliffjumper.

Arcee felt her spark squeeze painfully at the thought of her bondmate, the love of her life, the father of her sparkling. The mech she'd never see again. Their daughter would have his frame. Though she was tiny, barely two joors old, she had a distinctly wide chassis, and she would grow into a solid bot, in sharp contrast to her Carrier's smaller frame. She had Arcee's coloring, though, a deep blue the shade of an evening sky. There was always the chance she'd change it, when she was old enough, but Arcee hoped she didn't. She was such the perfect mix of Carrier and Creator. Arcee felt a surge of love and pride so strong it was almost overwhelming.

"I love you." She whispered to the sleeping sparkling, just as she was losing her own battle against consciousness, "And so did your father. He'll always be looking out for you. And I'll always protect you, my little Cloudjumper. Always."


Arcee and Cliffjumper would have the cutest kid. Kicking around the idea of doing a series of short stories based on sparklings, because I adore sparklings.