Cypress
By SMYGO4EVA
Like any Decepticon, Slipstream was a creature with a thousand faces, she was mercurial and quicksilver, with smiles that hung on sharp edges. But to him, Ratchet couldn't be sure if the occasional gentleness he glimpsed was her inner self finally removing a layer for him, or a trick of the candlelight, just a trick for him to let his guard down.
Sometimes, she was like a deep pool - he couldn't see anything but darkness – other times, she was a mirror reflecting him and all the bliss he thought she was.
The only times he felt he touched her was after the interfacing, her structure close and exhausted, when worn paint and battle scars revealed themselves under the fading dermal metal.