A/N: Whoo! So this will be pretty short. About for or five chapters. It's For Autobotschic! She wanted a story for her O.C Shadow Stalker, so here it is!

Autobotschic- The title I have is pretty horrible, Not kidding at all, so if you have an suggestions for one, I'll happily change the title as soon as I can. (I really don't like the title I have. It's so... Sappy.) If you want me to fix anything or something like that just tell me! I was kind of iffy about some of the stuff I wrote, so if you don't like it tell me and I'll fix it. You won't hurt my feelings, I promise!

Disclaimer-I own nothing in this story! Transformers belongs to Hasbro, and Shadow Stalker belongs to Autobotschic!

She remembered the day like it was yesterday. She remembered how she snuck into the Iacon library in her best armor. She remembered how the guards refused to let her enter because "she wasn't in the right caste". She remembered how the blue and red mech interrupted and claimed that she was an assistant for him. She even remembered how she yelled at him for a total of three breems because she "could have gotten in all by herself".

She remembered how the mech just took everything she dished out, and when she finished he had calmly asked, "Do you need help finding anything?" She remembered how the friendship started, just like that, how she had grudgingly told him, "I need to find the data pads with crafts."

She remembered how the mech smiled and nodded leading her in the right direction. She also clearly remembered how she took the data pad he offered her, and never brought it back to the Iacon library.

Orion Pax was his name, an archivist for the Iacon library. A kind mech, that would one day become the greatest Prime to ever come online, but to Shadow Stalker, he was more than just an Archivist or a great leader. He was a great friend, the kind of mech you wanted to embrace, and never let go.

In opposition, Shadow Stalker was a warrior in the gladiator arena. She was cunning, sneaky, knowledge hungry, and rash. She had never done anything great or awesome. Yet, she had become this great mech's friend, and stood next to him when he was named Optimus Prime.

That is where her story begins. That is where the gladiator from the pits became the right hand femme of the new Prime, Optimus.

The black, green, and gold femme stood in the Prime's office looking out the window at the city of Iacon. The city was lit up, showing off the huge buildings, and streets. The doors slid open, and heavy footsteps signaled the arrival of the bot she was waiting on.

"Shadow? What are you doing here?" The huge red and blue bot stared at Shadow Stalker with curiosity. "I thought you would have been in the rec room."

Shadow Stalker turned to the huge bot, and shook her helm. "No, I decided it wouldn't be a good idea tonight. I heard the twins were planning something, and I'm not really in the mood for fun."

The mech nodded, and walked up to his desk. "It is understandable. The Decepticons are getting more aggressive. What started off as small fights, have now risen to huge battles. I'm afraid Megatron will not relent anytime soon."

Shadow Stalker frowned. "I didn't think so. We lost a lot of good mechs in the last battle, Optimus. I'm use to loss and slaughter, but not on the scale we lost during the last battle."

Optimus nodded. "Unfortunately, I believe that will become something bots will get used to. Losing friends and loved ones will become a regular thing. The Decepticons out skill us in areas of combat."

A knock interrupted the intense conversation. Shadow Stalker nodded at Optimus, and he opened the door. A pink femme walked through and bowed to Optimus. "Prime, I am Elita-One. The council sent me here. They said they had informed you beforehand."

Optimus stared at the pink femme in a daze. Shadow Stalker looked between the two. She knew the dazed look Optimus was giving this new femme, Elita-One. It was the same gaze she would stare him with for joors on end without him noticing. The one where she imagined what it would be like to just pull the big mech close and kiss him. "Optimus, she's waiting." Shadow Stalker put her servo on his arm. "Are you alright?"

"Hmm? Oh, yes, I am fine, Shadow. Elita-One, I was aware of your arrival, but I'm afraid I am not very prepared. When I asked for a femme division commander, I did not expect them to send one so fast."

Elita-One smiled. "It is alright."

Shadow Stalker looked up to Optimus. "I can go ask Prowl to set up an officer's room for her real fast, if you want me to."

Optimus nodded. "That would be great. Thank you Shadow."

Shadow Stalker nodded. She didn't want to leave the two alone, but everything would come out for the best. She had faith in what Primus had planned, even if it meant she would not be with her loved one. She quickly left the room and sighed. Prowl's office was just next door, but the ten steps she used to get there were the slowest steps she had used in her life.

She silently knocked on the door, and waited for the prompt mech to allow her in. The door slide open, and she walked in. Prowl, a black and white Praxian built mech, sat at his desk, typing away in a data pad. "What may I do for you, Shadow Stalker?"

"Optimus needs an officer's room prepared for the new femme commander."

Prowl looked up from his data pad. "By when?"

"Probably the next joor or so. The new femme commander arrived today, and Optimus forgot to prepare, he'll say he thought he had more time, but he forgot."

Prowl raised an optic ridge. "You are giving unnecessary information about Optimus."

Shadow Stalker stared at the black and white mech. "I just need an officer's room ready in the next couple of joors."

"You're evading the subject."

"You're the one going off subject." Shadow Stalker shot back to the mech.

Prowl nodded. "There is an 85 percent chance something happened with Optimus."

Shadow Stalker rolled her optics. "Nothing happened. Can you get the room ready or not?"

"I'm having some bots take care of it now."

"Thanks." Shadow Stalker sighed and turned to leave the room.

"I wasn't done." Prowl announced. Shadow Stalker groaned. "The only available officer's room is the one next door to yours. Is that alright?" A mischievous glint went over Prowl's optics.

Shadow Stalker bit her lip component. "Yeah, fine."

"I'm done. You may go."

Shadow Stalker nodded, and left the room, and walked back to Optimus' office. She typed in the password, and walked in. Elita-One stood in front of Optimus' desk as Optimus showed her a data pad. He glanced back at Shadow Stalker and nodded in welcome. "Would you like me to send you the blueprints of the building?"

Elita-One nodded. "Yes, that would be great. A tour actually wouldn't be so bad either."

Optimus smiled. He offered his servo. "I shall personally take you on a tour. Shadow, did you speak to Prowl?"

"Yeah, he said the room will next door to mine, and it should be done in the next couple of joors."

Optimus nodded. "Thank you. I will be back."

Shadow Stalker watched as Elita-One grabbed Optimus' servo, and Optimus led her out of the room. She sighed and leaned against the desk. They did kind of make a cute couple. Optimus and her would look cuter though.

Optimus sat at his desk slowly working on data pads. Shadow Stalker watched silently as he pushed the data pad away, and sighed. "There's no way I'll be able to finish this by mid orn refuel."

"Do you have something planned?"

"Elita-One and I planned to meet today." Optimus answered.

Elita-One again. That's all the big oaf had been talking about ever since the femme got there. He was obsessed, or worse, he was in love. Shadow Stalker looked at the huge pile of data pads Optimus still had to do. She sighed. "You have to finish all of that?"

Optimus nodded. "Prowl wants it before I refuel. I'll just have to cancel with Elita."

Shadow Stalker flinched at the sad look her best friend gave her. "Don't do that. We can't have our Prime breaking promises. I'll finish it up. I've gotten pretty good at signing your designation over the Stellar cycles."

Optimus gave Shadow Stalker an unsure glance. "Are you sure? It's a lot of work. I couldn't just leave you to do it all."

"What are you talking about? You've done half already!" Shadow Stalker gave him a huge grin. "Get out of here, and go whoo that femme!" She quickly shoved Optimus out of the room.

"Shadow-!" The door shut, and cut the big mech off.

Shadow Stalker sighed and walked over to the desk. She looked at the huge leaning tower of data pads. "I've skipped meals before. No big deal." She sat down in Optimus's chair, and silently began working on the Data pads.

Shadow Stalker didn't know how long had passed, all she knew was that she was on the last five data pads. Five more data pads, and she was free. A knock from the door rang through the small office. Shadow Stalker pressed the button to open the door. Prowl walked in, and frowned.

"It seems my nightmare has come true. You've offlined Optimus and took his position as Prime."

Shadow Stalker smiled. "I wish. That mech is so in love with Elita- One, it's become sickening."

"I hope you're better at hiding jealousy than that."

"I am! I'm trying to support the big mech, but it gets on my nerves seeing that Elita-One hang all over him." Shadow Stalker grabbed another data pad and forged the Primes signature.

Prowl stared at her. "Are you really forging his signature while I'm right here?"

Shadow Stalker shrugged. "You want the data pads, right?"

Prowl sighed. "I'll never get them if I leave it to Optimus. Carry on."

Shadow Stalker smirked. "Good choice."

"Should I move Elita-One's quarter so you don't have to look at her everyday? I don't want to risk losing an officer because you can not hold in your jealousy."

Shadow Stalker huffed. "You're not funny!"

Prowl nodded. "I wasn't joking. Are those data pads done yet?"

Shadow Stalker signed the last one. "They are now. Which ones are the ones you need?"

"All of them."

"I'll help take them to your office."

Prowl nodded. "Thank you."

"Sideswipe pissed me off, so… He's going to try to short out your quarter's lock."

"I am already aware, and have taken measures to ensure that he cannot get into his."

Shadow Stalker smirked. "Evil mech."

Prowl snorted. "You don't know the half of it."

"Don't think I want to."

It had been a while since Elita-One came to the base. Shadow Stalker hadn't seen Optimus much. Infact her contact with Optimus could have been almost non-exsistant if it wasn't for all the officers meeting she had been to. Elita-One and Optimus had only gotten closer. Some nights Shadow Stalker couldn't help but notice Elita-One never went back to her quarters.

Shadow Stalker laid on her berth with her music turned up, and reading a data pad. She slung the data pad to the ground and sighed. "I hate that story! Love never turns out like that. Love is beast that tears you apart from the inside out!"

A knock echoed through her room. "I don't wanna answer it. Maybe if I just ignore them, they'll go away."

The knocking continued. For a while Shadow Stalker didn't think it would stop. "Slag, they can go on forever."

The knocks finally stopped, and footsteps signaled the bot moving on. Shadow Stalker rolled over on her berth. Optimus kept coming to mind. The mech was perfect in almost every way. Too gentle, but that was fine. It complimented her violent nature.

Shadow Stalker sighed before she got off of her berth. She stretched before she fully stood up and walked to her door. Her door opened and she jumped when she saw Elita-One sitting on the ground outside her room. "Elita-One?"

Elita-One looked up. "Oh, Shadow Stalker. You were in there." Elita-One stood up. "I knocked earlier, but nobody answered."

"Is something wrong?" Shadow Stalker's door closed as she walked further out of the room.

"Somebody, well, they uh kind of.." Shadow Stalker made a motion with her hands to hurry up. Elita-One sighed. "Somebody changed the key to my room. I can't get in. I tried to contact somebody, but nobody would answer."

Shadow Stalker smirked. She pulled out a data pad and wrote down some numbers. "This is my Comm Frequency. Try to Comm me."

Elita-One took the data pad, and adjusted her communicator. Her optics dimmed. Shadow Stalker waited a moment and then laughed. "Wow, Sides got you good. I can fix your door, but you might want to go see Ratchet for him to fix your comm. I'm not getting anything from you."

Elita-One sighed. "Alright."

"Don't worry. I'll take care of Sides for you, too." Shadow Stalker waved as Elita-One walked down the hall.

::Shadow to Sides::

::Sup?::

::Good job.::

::Thanks::

Shadow Stalker laughed as she typed in her officer bypass code, and reset Elita-One's access code. "There." Shadow Stalker walked down the hallway and stopped when she spotted Elita-One with Optimus. She pressed herself against the wall, and listened from around the corner.

"Optimus, I really don't know how to answer."

"You don't have to. Not yet anyways." Optimus' voice rang through the hall. "You have plenty of time. You're still getting use to the base. I just wanted to ask before you went to Praxus."

She heard a little bit of a shuffle. Too light to be Optimus, so it must have been Elita-One. "I-I'll think about it. I'll give you my answer as soon as I possibly can."

"Thank you, Elita. I love you so much."

Shadow Stalker already knew, but to hear it from Optimus in reality crushed her spark a little. It was like the little hope she had left was gone. Shadow stalker shook her helm. She would have to support Optimus through this. If she didn't she would be no better than a Decepticon working it's way through Autobot's ranks.

Autobots would grow close to the mech, but in all reality. The mech would just be deceiving Autobots into thinking he was a good mech he really wasn't. She couldn't deceive Optimus. She would never be able to do that.

Shadow Stalker heard the pair footsteps walk away. She slid down the wall, and sat there for a moment. She could do one of two things. Tell Optimus she didn't like Elita-One, or torture him with this new found information.

Shadow Stalker smirked. She stood up, and pulled herself together pretty quickly. She forced a smile on her face, and continued down the hall.

Shadow Stalker walked into Optimus' office. Optimus sat at his desk and sighed. "Shadow."

"Optimus." Shadow Stalker smiled. "I heard a nice bit of information today."

Optimus rose an optic ridge. "Really?"

"Yep! I heard that a certain pink femme, and a certain red and blue mech were having a little fun together."

Optimus laughed. "I can only assume you are the only one who know of this."

"You can assume right. For now anyways."

Optimus smiled. "Elita and I have been going out for a while. I asked her to bond with me this morning."

Shadow Stalker froze. This was bad. Way worse than what she thought in the hallway earlier in the day. "You asked her bond with you?"

"I did."

Shadow Stalker forced a big smile on her face. "Congrats! I mean seriously! My little Opi is all grown up now!"

Optimus smiled. "She hasn't answered yet. She getting read for a mission in Praxus. There has been a huge amount of Decepticon activity there. I can't help but feel worried."

"Well, if my future bonded was going to place with huge amounts of Decepticon activity, I would feel worried too."

"She hasn't answered yet. She might say no." Optimus looked up to Shadow Stalker. "I would not be surprised if she did say no. It wouldn't be easy to be the bonded of a Prime."

Shadow Stalker frowned. "You have to have faith in yourself, Optimus! If I'm not here to have faith in you then, who knows what might happen to this army! You might just decide, 'Oh, we're just going to die anyway, why fight?'."

Optimus chuckled. "I can assure you, that will never happen."

Shadow Stalker smiled. "Yeah, your right. I would never not be here for you."

Optimus was silent a moment before a smile spread onto his face. "Thank you Shadow. That means a lot."

Shadow Stalker smiled. "You're welcome. Well, I have to go. See you tomorrow! Comm me when you get an answer, alright?"

Optimus nodded. "I will."

"Can you believe this? I have followed that mech to end of this fragging universe, and this is how he thanks me!"

"Paint."

Shadow Stalker passed the paint. "Not to mention I'm even going to support him through this too! What the pit am I thinking?"

"Bucket."

Shadow Stalker passed the bucket. "I mean, I could have chose any mech in the world, but I have to choose the most dense, unbelievably idiotic mech on Cyberton!"

"Rope."

Shadow Stalker looked around. "There is no rope."

Sideswipe peeked out from the entrance of the room. "What do you mean 'no rope.'?"

"What does it sound like, Idiot. You didn't hand me rope!"

"Oh! I forgot. I didn't trust you with rope, so I put it in my subspace. Carry on." Sideswipe dug around in his Subspace pulled out a huge cable.

Shadow Stalker sighed. "Where was I?"

"Unbelievably idiotic mech on Cybertron." Sideswipe answered as he tied the cable onto the door.

Shadow Stalker nodded. "Right! But you wanna know something. I don't think I'd change a fragging thing about what I've done."

"Glitter."

Shadow Stalker passed a bucket of glitter. "Are you sure this is a smart thing to do?"

"Nope."

"Do you have an escape plan?"

"Nope."

"Alright then. Are you done setting it up?"

"Yep."

"So, how about some advice."

"I only said I'd listen to you. I didn't say I'd advise you." Sideswipe admired his work.

Shadow Stalker nodded. "Alright. Fair enough."

::Shadow to Ironhide::

::What?::

::Where are you right now?::

::Shootin' range::

::Sideswipe is currently setting up paint and glitter outside your room. Fair warning::

::That fraggin' creation of a glitch!::

::Bye Hide:: Shadow Stalker ended the Comm. "Goodbye Sideswipe."

"I though Goodbye was only used when you never expected to see a bot again?"

"It is." Shadow Stalker smiled as she heard stomping coming down the hall.

Sideswipes mouth plates fell open. "Fragging glitch!" He shouted looking around for an escape route. Both were blocked one by a rampaging Ironhide, and the other by a pissed off femme. Great.

"Can you believe he asked the femme to bond with him?"

Sideswipe groaned from his place on the medical berth. "Shut up!"

Shadow Stalker stared down at her latest mission. "You're sending me to Praxus with Elita-One?"

Optimus nodded. "I want you to protect her. She said yes to bonding with me."

Shadow Stalker swallowed all the horrible feelings that washed over her. "I see. Well, what did I tell you Optimus. She couldn't resist you. Who wouldn't want to be your bonded?" She laughed for a moment before she fell silent. "I'll do my best protecting her! No harm will come while she is with me!"

Optimus smiled. "Thank you, Shadow. I wouldn't trust anybody else with this task."

Shadow Stalker flashed a huge grin. "No problem! I'm going to ready for tomorrow. See ya!"

Optimus waved as Shadow Stalker ran out of the room.

Shadow Stalker pushed herself against the wall next to Optimus' door. "Idiot." She whispered before walked off.