I just started a fic called "I'm Stuck Between a Wretch and A King." It based on the series Transformers:Prime Season 2. Please read it if you love that series.! And please read this!

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Chapter 1: This is me.

SAXION.

It was excruciatingly arctic outside, but treacherously bitter within. I felt solid in spirit and glacial in soul. Loneliness was the nastiest sentiment that one should ever suffer. Instinctively, my arms heaved my knees adjacent and without prior notice I found that I was clasping myself. It virtually felt like I was clutching my spark together from being beautifully broken into a trillion shards of ice. There are no words that can describe my pain, nor are there words that can heal a broken, mangled spark. I don't have any hue of emotion inside, and I refuse to situate anything ahead of my pride. Even though I don't require seeing it, there is a fire in dark water that burns vehement. And it somehow enlightens me on how it enjoys it enough that it drowns in itself.

I'm known to say that I got no time, but I'm competent to get the time I desire for my own well-being. Problem is that I haven't been loved like I should throughout my perfect, little life. Unluckily, there is nothing that subsists and will do me any good. So the conceived voices infiltrate into my processor as they become louder and conspicuous with each taunting he imprinted in my helm. Orns upon orns rapidly pass and yet in spite of everything, I'm positioned here in the equivalent place I was before. But I do remember when he held my hand, and how he held it tight. And now I have to live with him gone and I'm still crying while tears pierce me with fears. Shocked, damaged, I'm agonizingly dying inside. It's not fair! When I finally found him, they sadistically took him and tore out his spark. I miss him extremely, even though he hurt me when I saw he died with a smile. Mistaken, his sadness was also hiding within his spark. Now all that's left is the shattered pieces left to find; a mystery I keep behind a masquerade.

Everyday I ask myself 'why did he go?' The same questions penetrate through my impossible helm. I wish I didn't love him, or feel all the undeniable feelings that threaten obliteration of my strength. I experience weakness consume my spark, while at the same time I undergo the words I left unspoken eat at me from within. Unquestionably, there is a cold, sinister hole that leisurely eradicates me. I would have given him anything he craved; I could have offered him so much more than any other. I could have bestowed everything I had; I could have loved him fervently. Everything changed when 'she' poisoned his processor. That no good penicilum ruined everything we had! And so it began as my tears of irrevocable love turned into tears of unconditional hate towards the mech I once loved and adored. Though I never met, or knew the name of the fragger that took him away, I did know what she had done. One day I'll find this femme even if it's the last thing I do!

I need somebody to save me, or love me, or just maybe have their warm hands break right through my chilling walls. He would be someone who is translucent and pure enough at spark. He would be that someone who could just walk right through them with no problem at hand. I don't care how he does it, just as long as he does. I'll be waiting with all the fortitude I'm capable of, which isn't much frankly. My hands wandered up to my helm and began to stroke my face. How could one be so smooth and intact on the outside, but so scarred and broken in the inside?

I look out over the night and bore my optics into the sky; studying the stars with delighted interest. Two masive Stars were beautiful as they glistened in the night sky, and they reflected off each other and became one, shinning in unison over life. How was it that even the stars seemed to have a loyal partner at its side? What was up with that picture? I began to loosen in comfort before I almost fell off` the roof, because I felt strong hands grip my shoulders. Startled, I quickly turned around with my hands in the air, ready to strike any oncoming threat. Who would dare to interrupt Midnights train of thoughts? "Gah!" I gasped as my hands were caught in a tight grab so I didn't hit the towering mech that approached me.

"Oh, primus! I almost killed you!" My body relaxed when I saw it was only the old, worn out mech Alpha Trion, and my hands went back to wrapping around my body. His aging face wore humor along with unspoken words dwindling in his optics. I sighed at his big gentle frame. "What are you doing here, big guy? I thought you were arranging for me to…go away? Did you come to reveal to me the destination of my upcoming travel?"

Cautiously he lowered his huge body down so he was sitting next to me on the bare floor. His tender heat radiated off of him and onto me, filling me with warmth. I really needed that. I was grateful for his constant presence, for it gave me happiness that one like me rarely had.

"That's all finished my dear…and no I did not come to end my intriguing fun," he smirked. "I rather came to tell you that I suggest that you recharge for the night. You have a long orn tomorrow to pursue, and a lot of people to meet. I don't believe you would want to give off a bad impression to the Commander. Hmm?" He spoke with attempted enthusiasm.

My arms hugged my knees a little tighter and my mouth set itself in a tight line. Mmmh right. Wouldn't want that now would we. Optics dimmed slightly, as I turned to face my mentor. And hands meandered to crop myself closer to his lean-built body. Saxion has become huge on cybertron. It is the norther base of the city Iacon, I have never seen the great Commander in person before. Or any other 'bots off this base.

"Trion?"

"Mmn."

"Can I ask you a question?" I bit my lip hard, tasting my energon. He stared at me with intense kindness as his lips twitched upward on each side, forming a soft smile.

"May I, you mean," I glared at him. "Ask me anything, dearest." He said sincerely. Oh, how I loved this old mech. He never done me any wrong, and I wouldn't be able to live with myself without his lovely self-guiding. After all, where would he be without me? Like come on! I'm all there is to him. I'm he's freakin' living experiment!

"Ok…well first promise me you'll give me your absolute opinion. And please take this seriously! I don't want more doubt creeping upon me from the shadows I walk around." My florescent, emerald optics pleaded for answers as he thought deeply, narrowing his sapphire hard optics.

"I promise sweetspark."He pledged strongly, setting his gaze stern, and gripping me into a tight embrace. Willingly I hugged him back, though I didn't know why he insisted on a hug. Strange and kind were two characteristics that flowed well together, when involving Alpha Trion.

I was relieved to see his honesty, and hesitated before continuing. "What if I see 'him', Trion…."I Trailed off, focusing my attention on the burning meteoroid that passed through the eerie, black sky. Twinkling as it soared like it was weightless, and boundless at nature.

"I don't have an answer for that, dear. Only you know how strong you are….but if you ask me, I know you are strong in every way. Emotionally, mentally, and physically. If he saw you now, I bet he would tremble in your presence."

"Oh stop it, you! Go frawn over someone your own age...You lugnut of a scientist." I giggled as I lightly shoved Him. He began to stretch his beginning to ach body, and wincing at the pain that started to materialize in his sensitive circuits. He's been in that crude lab all orn, with no intention of taking a break to finally clear his curcuits of the rancid atmosphere present in that horrible place. Sometimes I wonder if he's diagnosed with some kind of OCD.

"Do…do you think that I'll…die during one of my missions. I mean….do you think when I fail, that other 'bots will fall as well because of my mistakes. Die because I wasn't there to protect them...or…or prevent the situation?"

He just gazed intently at me for a while, and I grew uncomfortable. Had I said something stupid? I didn't think so….maybe he was just trying to irritate me, like always.

"Trion. I…I honestly don't know how to pull any of this off, and I truly don't believe I was meant to do this job… And stop looking at me that way! It's getting on my nerves." I exclaimed, truly peeved by his stare. We just looked at each other for what seemed like a lifetime, before he started to choke on his muffled laughter.

"You're not assigned to a battle mission, dear." he sprawled out over the cold ground, with his hands lightly rested under his relaxed helm, and his vocadors chuckling darkly.

"Well, Trion-wait, WHAT!" I paused for a long silenced moment until I finally find my voice to scold my decieving mentor.

"Hold on a second-"

"I'm holding." He glanced at me flatly, with his all to serious faceplates carved into a vexing expression. I swear to primus that I almost smacked his face all the way back to the dawn of time. He must of noticed the low, peeved growl rip from my chest, because he instantly apologized. "I'm sorry, please continue."

"Where was I...Oh yeah. WHY AM I NOT BEING ASSIGNED TO A BATTLE MISSION," I shrieked, very enraged by the misunderstanding. Alpha Trion personally told me that he was sending me out for a mission that will require all my skills, and knowledge. Now why the pit would I need my skills for something that doesn't do with bashing 'cons heads in? I would rather not have to do anything else.

"Why? Well that's an absurd question."

"Do you care to elaborate 'absurd'?" He rolled his optics like I was some kind of fool. I'll show him fool...

"Midnight where on cybertron did you get the idea that you were being sent to war? You're just a sparkling!" he exclaimed with ennui.

"Excuse me? D-did you just say...sparkling?" He grew quiet, and inanimate at my realization. My hands slapped my foreplate with a big WACK! "Trionnnnn!" I moaned.

"I apologize again Midnight, for I didn't mean to compare you to a sparkling. What I meant to say was...you're to young for that kind of scarring. War, death-"

"Heartbreak? All the same...been there done that." He made a face that told that I wasn't getting the concept of the situation. "Well anyway...I am full grown."

"Hardley..."

"What am I being sent to do anyway at 'that place'?"

"There is a recruiting promotion there and I thought you would like to participate-"

"Promotion?" I cut him off and he pulled his head up slightly from his position to glance into my optics for a sec.

"Please don't cut me off." He said with authority and I ducked my head in imbarrassment.

"Sorry."

"Anyway, the promotion is that you will be moved up to work with the Head team. The main 'bots of the base. But, you will have to compete with other recruits that will be there for the competition, and there can be only one winner. The 'bot who defeats all the other's and the Elite-team themselves."

"So I have to fight for this promotion with about...um..er-"

"A small group of 9 'bots, including yourself." He helped out and I flashed him a grin of gratitude.

"Yeah, well...and whoever wins the battle get's to work as a soldier of the Elite-guard?" I asked a little confused. Was I dreaming this conversation? Was this really happening? Had my parents agreed to this, because that would be surprising. I wonder...

"The winner of the first battle has to verse a few 'bots from the Elite-guard first. If you succed then they will welcome you to their team, but if you do not...then I'm afraid they'll just have to move down to the next group of recruits and see if any of them will succeed. They will keep testing groups of recruits, consisting of '9 bots each, until they find a worthy soldier." He explained with a quick summary, but I understood him completley. Beat the crap out of the other recruits, then whip the Elite-guard soldiers afts, and then WHAM, I'm a soldier...got it. Easy.

"So that's all. That's all I have to do?"

"You have to pass an exam first before you enter the competition."

"Slag! I suck at those!" I said upset. Last exam I took I flunked it, and it wasn't even academacally related. Bot, do I feel stupid!

"Don't worry it's easy even for a dim-witted person like you. The human government managed to get their hands on that one." He said seriously.

"Thank you, Alpha Trion."

"Don't mention it."

"Yeah I won't."

"Midnight?" Alpha Trion pulled himself back on his aft as he cropped his elbows on his legs that were twisted inwards. His chin jutted out into thin air as he stared up into the stars. I let my legs loose as they fell onto the floor lightly barley making a sound, and I hugged my chest still afraid of letting go.

"Yeah?"

"Please promise me that you won't...grow to close to a mech-if you know what I'm referring to." He said with caution as he watched my face carefully. I stared at him in utter disbelief. How could he be so...so...so selfish. He was asking me not to be happy with another partner, and let alone grow close, like maybe a friend. Who did he think he was my father?

"Well excuse me, father. Is that what I should call you because that's who your acting like."

"I didn't mean it like that, I was just-"

"You know what? My father doesn't even say selfish things like that. He actually wants the best for me and wants me to be happy. I don't want to be alone for the rest of my life...when my spark fails I want a precious mech to be there to hold my hand amd tell me that he loves me and that I'll always be in his spark. Is that to much to ask for?" I said with tears not far from falling down my dull face.

"I suppose...but I just was saying-"

"Trion." I said strongly and he quieted down.

"Okay."

I sighed deeply and emotionally. "It's my life and I i'm not going to live forever. It's now or never, Trion. Please let me live while I'm still alive...we both know that's not going to be too long before my spark fails." I said calmly, trying to tell myself that it didn't matter that much. Sooner or later, right?

There was one person that ran through my mind at that point...Elita-one. She gave me life, light, a working spark. She's the reason I'm still functional, and here talking to my dearest mech in the whole cybertron, Alpha Trion who also contributed to the operation. His dirty, drawed, magically-gifted hands transferred PROGREM:Night into my spark chamber-

"Midnight?" My helm jerked up in his direction as my train of thoughts were... once again, interrrupted. Ugh!

"Wha'" I asked half paying him any attention, and I managed to climb to my feet to peer over the railing. There was nothing to see but dirt and dust...and that one pillar that stood akwardly to the right of the main entrance of my private quarters. Yes, I had a whole building as my personnal quater. Peachy!

"Listen to me very carefully, ok," he paused until he was sure he had my full attention. "You're spark, it...you're spark has a...mild chance to survive if you..." His voice trailed off trying to think of the right way to put his words. "Midnight you're spark-" he began again until i cut him off.

"Don't. Please don't tell me there's hope, when there isn't and we both know that," he opened his mouth again to speak but with a quick motion of my hand I silenced him. "I...I don't think i could stand it if...if you told me there was 'false' hope, i just can't bare to hear those words. I'm already trying to keep my head up high while I know my spark could die any astrominute...just please give me the courtisy of reality. Do you get what I'm saying?"

He nodded weakly, very disappointed in my adittude, and disappointed to hear that I already lost faith in that issue. "I understand."

"Thank you, Trion. Thank you for everything. I am truly grateful that you granted me to live, even if just a little while longer. It is truly a miracle that I was given just that much." Meaningfully I traced my hand over to his and sqeezed it tightly. We were both standing up against the railing, side-by-side. "I only pray you never leave me behind..."

"Never." He breathed promising.

"So...now what?" He turned his cocked helm toward me with an optic ridge raised. I couldn't resist, his face was so...adorable! I busted up into giggles that polluted the air with my rough love. He rolled his optics skyward, but I caught the side of his lips twitch up into a smile. Not able to control myself, I shoved him what i thought was lightly, but wasn't.

"Ow! What was that for. I don't recall threatening you in anyway...did I offend you?" he asked innocently. This made me laugh even harder and my smile broader, filled with ease. After a few moments i calmed down enough to communicate with. Once I start laughing, I tend to keep laughing even if it wasn't that funny. I just kind of like the feeling of lifting sorrow off my chest and replacing it with happiness.

"Sorry, Tri-di-poo. I haven't laughed for a while and I'd like to do it again. Care to join me?" He stared me with a strange expression, and pulled his back off of the side of the rail to stand at his full height. Was he trying to...intimidate me? Nah... His stare started to make me very uncomfortable and my ease began to disappear from the deep, penetrating look of his stone, cold optics. After a while he broke into muffled laughter of his own. delighted at this shocking response i joined in. it was a very rare occasion to see Alpha Trion laugh...it just was one thing he didn't really do. I may have not known the reason behind his laughter, but I sure as pit didn't give a slag.

"I'm sorry El – Midnight. It's just that, I can't seem to stop wondering over how much you remind me of my dear Elita-one. And you both are the bestest of friends, am I correct or am I correct?"

"Is not correct an option?"

"No."

"Then neither?"

"You know what's the best energon goodie that was served at dinner last night?" when I didn't awnser his subject-changing question, he continued. "I had to say it was the waitress delivering them. Bot, did you see her! Wow now that's what I call a delicious treat." I gave him a blank stare of disgust, before I responded with irritation.

"Ugh! You're impossible!" I yelled irritated, but found myself laughing. He quickly joined in the chorus. Alpha Trion and I could never hold a serious conversation even if our lives depended on it. It was quite tragic. "How do you get from me saying 'neither' to a 'flawless waitress', you benevolent metalball!"

"Metalball? I'm not that fat—am I," he asked innocently, while he began to inspect his mid-section with roaming optics. I roared with laughter when I saw how all his armor did make him look fat. Ha! "Well, I see how it is." He chuckled, as he peered down at his tanks.

"How exactly do you see it, Tri-di-poo?" I cooed teasingly.

"I see a beautiful young femme…"

"And…"

"A very strong spark…"

"Oh really? And…"

"And.. A really messed up processor."

"Trion," I gasped playfully, and he smirked in return. "You better be talking about yourself."

"I'm not a femme, missy….but on the other hand; if I was a femme I would probably be the most beautiful 'bot in Saxeon." Alpha Trion walked back over to the railing and peered down, observing a few guards that were arguing below.

"Ha, ha! In your dreams….wait no! Not even in your dreams. Vermins are more good-looking than you. Those insects beat you by a thousand points." I burst into another trail of giggles, clearly not in control of myself. It felt so good to laugh like this. If I recall it right, the last time I laughed like this was when I was with….'him'.

Chuckling he walked past to the elevator and turned slightly to the side. "I'm going to proceed to the wash racks. My armor has begun to show particles of unsolicited rust starting to sprout. I suppose it's from being exposed to the fetid atmosphere of my antediluvian laboratory." Ugh, he is starting to talk like a scientist.

"I don't speak that language, Tri-di-poo." I mocked him.

"You aren't very erudite, dearest. But its okay to be dim-witted….don't worry." He grinned as he began to step into the elevator, his colossal feet tripping him a bit as he perambulated, and his fingers extending for the closure button.

"Trion, just in case I don't see you tomorrow….Thanks….for everything." I appreciated. His optics lightened up at my words. And I saw him bow his head slightly, as to say 'Your Welcome', and then he activated the down button on the elevator. As the door closed he said some inspirational words defiantly reached my spark, and it meant a lot to me.

"Just believe in you, sweetspark," he panted, obviously trying to catch his breath from the difficult, short trip he conquered.

"By believing, you will discover the greater things that exist only in you…"

"A STRANGER is taking over MY job! Another 'bot is REPLACING me! How can you LET anybody do MY job other then ME?"

"Chromia, calm down—"

"NO! I WILL NOT CALM DOWN—"

"He's not replacing you, He's working with you—"

"THE PIT SHE IS, IRONHIDE!"

"Wait. Is he a she or a he?"

"You mean is she a he or a she?"

"No-what? I just said that..."

I was watching Ironhide and Chromia arguing over the arrival of the newcomer in the rec room. Usually my mech-friend was beside me, but Optimus was at a meeting with Alpha Trion, talking about the a special femme Trion was sending to us to participate in the recruit promotion. The place was booked with recruits all around the globe, but Alpha Trion insisted that she participate in this competition, and Optimus being a softy to Trion, aloud this acception. He also agreed to house the recruit in our quarters since the dormatories were filled. To be honnest...I'm not very happy with this decision-one, because he didn't even bother to discuss this with me first-and second, This is a stranger! In our quarters! No Privacy...if you know what I'm talking about. She could walk in when me Optimus and I are...busy. But, Optimus didn't mind having another soldier on base, especially a well-trained weaponist and combat fighter at that. If there was another 'bot who could help us win this war, then why not take the opportunity. The humans immediatly took this opportunity. They were getting more sick and tired of this war than we Autobots. Especially, if Alpha Trion recommends her, then she has to be good...hopefully-

"ELITA! I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS!"

"Then don't, Chromia. Have a seat...we can talk about it if you like." Chromia glared at me with angry eyes. She's been fuming over this for some orns now. When would she get it through her thick armor that she wasn't being replaced? The newcomer was more of a partner; A colleague. Someone to work side-by-side on missions. A person to trust in the time of war. I know Chromia isn't the smartest femme, but she knew better than that to accuse me and Optimus of replacing her. How could I ever replace my best friend with some stranger? Nonsense.

As I was about to return to my Office to finish the paperwork on the recruits, Just then, Jetfire suddenly came running into the rec room, panting and gasping for air like an out-of-shape Ironhide

...no offence Ironhide.

"Commander, ma'am! ...Ah there you are." He approached me swiftly. "Optimus sent me to retrieve you...and the beast." He said pointing to Chromia. She rolled he optics skyward in response.

"Why, Jet? Has...something happened? Is-Optimus alright; did he get hurt…" I asked worriedly for my mech.

"No,no,no. Optimus is fine—it's Alpha Trion. He's okay too, though. He just needs to discuss something with you…..and, unfortunatly, Chromia." He let his eyes wander over to Chromia who had her arms crossed and growling silently under her breath. "You look happier than ever, Chromia. Did good 'ol Ironhide get you prego?"

"Shut up, Jetfire before I rip off your interface." She snarled venomously.

"Whoa, who got all up in your armor, mia? Other than Ironhide, of course." He chuckled teasingly.

"My rifle is going to be all up in your aft in a astrosecond." Chromia crossed the room in only a few strides so she was standing next to me. "Elita, I don't know how you put up with this afthead."

"If I didn't have patience I wouldn't be Femme Commander, now would I?" I raised both my optic ridges and cocked my head foward ever so slightly.

"Sure you would! You got Optimus around your finger and you know it." Jetfire commented.

"Shut it jetfire. No one asked for your input." Ironhide said as he approached us, standing tall and curious.

"Chromia did when she was in my berth." I shook my head disapprovingly as Chromia gasped.

"Your going to be in your berth UNCONCIOUS if you don't get the frag out of here, you retro-rat!" Ironhide yelled angrily. "If you're done here, then you better be on your way out, now."

"Oh, but I'm not done, Ironhide. I just started!"

"Enough! Jetfire, report back to Alpha Trion and tell him I'll be there momentarily. Chromia, come with me." I paused, looking at Hide who was waiting for an order. "Ironhide…stay here and watch the rec room for me."

"Watch the rec room? Is your CPU glitching?"

"Just do it!" I ordered.

He began to protest, but I quickly dragged Chromia and Jetfire out of the room, leaving an upset Ironhide behind and sending an annoying Jetfire away. I felt bad for the trigger-happy mech, but I didn't have a job to assign him to. Oh do I remember the time when he assigned me jobs. That's when I was very young, and naïve, but willing to attack anything that was put in my way. Absently I laughed out loud and Chromia cocked her head staring at me curiously.

"What's funny?"

"Oh, I was just thinking about the times when Ironhide bossed me around. It seems like a lifetime ago, when I was a new, bubbly recruit ready to face the world of war."

"He still does that...and that's because it was a lifetime ago, 'lita."

"Time does fly by, doesn't it. I wish it didn't. By the time the war is over I will be too old to start a family." I sighed. My pace slowed a little at the thought. Would I ever bond with Optimus? He never ever mentioned that he wanted to…..maybe he doesn't. Maybe he didn't really feel the love I felt for him. I cursed myself for thinking that, but how could I not. We never interact in conversations that don't have to do with the war. We haven't even done anything together, now that I think about it…

"There is no such thing as being too old to do anything. As long as you desire it, be sure you'll get it as I always say!"

"Of course you do...Well let's get to Alpha Trion before he starts to get impatient. You know how the old mech gets."

"Elita?" I lifted my head from the moving ground to see my mech's face in front of me. A grin was stretched across his faceplates, but his deep, blue optics didn't sparkle. Jetfire was flanking his side, with a humorous expression pressed on his face.

"Oh, Chromia! Has the angry stage of your mood swings passed already when I was just beginning to have fun?" he teased.

"Jetfire, I'm warning you to shut up." She said in a low, threatening tone. He seemed to like the reaction he got out of her. Jetfire was, after all, a vexing little brat, so why would he listen to any threat opposed to him? It was just the way he was, and somehow him and Optimus managed to become best friends...It was a mystery to me.

"Chromia, do you know what your problem is?" Jetfire asked. I couldn't tell where he was getting at, but Optimus seemed like he did.

"Jet, don't." He warned."Don't go there."

"Well I do." He said ignoring Optimus's protests. "I damn well know what your problem is."

"Shut up Jetfire." She scowled. "Just shut up!"

He continued without missing a beat, and a smirk molding its way across his face. "You go around base acting like a glitchhead, so people think you're strong. But the true reason you act like that is because…"

"I'm going to kill you! I'm going to smash my hand into your chest and rip out your spark, and I'm going to watch as your optics slowly flicker offline!" She was shouting now, truly enraged. She and Jetfire fight way too much, and it's always the same situation. Sighing I leaned up against the wall watching Chromia and Jetfire, as I anticipated the next event.

"The reason is 'cuz when you were stretched out on my berth and Ironhide walked in-"

"That's it!" Chromia charged full force into a yelping Jetfire. I watched with annoyance as they rolled down the hallway, beating each other up. Well, mostly Chromia punching Jetfire in the noiseplates and him pushing Chromia off of him. I ran up and caught Chromia's wrist before she did some real serious damage to Jetfire's face.

"Say sorry aft-head!"

"Sorry, sorry, sorry!" Jetfire repeated.

"Chromia, get off of him!" I commanded. She unwillingly obeyed, as she grunted. "Optimus stop standing there and help Jetfire up!"

He snapped out of his train of thought and hurriedly got to jet's aid. Primus help us when this femme comes. Help our immature soldiers act.

Help us all….

Alpha trion~

I was pacing back and forth, growing impatient for Elita-one and Chromia. Where were they, and why were they taking so long. Had jetfire not relayed my message of my request, for their precense. I run on a tight schedule here, and I certainly don't have time for immature mechs that don't know how to follow simple orders. I'm going to have a talk with optimus, because someone needs to consult with him about his soldiers. One adds up to a whole army, and it would be a pity if he had to lead a impossible group. like tose humans he's created an alliance with. Very unfortunate indeed-

"Trion?" A rosy-red femme peeked her helm through the door, waiting for me to usher her in. Atlast! She has come, but where was Chromia. It was then I noticed the deep blue, curveous femme push past Elita-one to make her way throught the door. What an entrance...

"Come on in." I said as I watched Chromia as she already made her way to sit comfortably in my chair, behind my desk. This femme was one of a kind, and I wondered what Elita-one intended to do with her.

"Jetfire inquired that you asked for my appearance. Is there something you must tell me, Trion?"

"Something indeed. it is very important that you hear me out, okay?" They both nodded slowley while sharing glances at each other, and as Elita-one made her way to sit on the edge of my desk. "I need to discuss the matter about the little femme that I'm transferring here. Things that you must promise to keep a secret and lock them away in your processor. And Chromia...Ironhide cannot know about this either, understand?"

"Why?" she asked. "Not telling him, means to block him from my spark...I'm not sure I can do that-"

"Then leave. I cannot have this spreading around the base. I know what kind of mech Ironhide is. If he knows, everyone knows."

"B-but...okay. But if Ironhide get's suspicious, don't tell me that I didn't warn you..." Chromia folded her arms and her bottem lip jutted out into a pout. Oh primus help this femme from breaking out into a sparkling tantrum.

"Trion...what is so important that this has to be kept secret from everyone? And I'm guessing optimus doesn't know either." Elita-one pushed on me. I shook my head slowley, feeling the guilt climb over my walls. Optimus was indeed kept in the dark, but I felt it was very nessary. Better to tell less people than more.

"You have not been informed that the new recruit I am sending personally, her name-"

"So she is a she,or he a she,"Alpha Trion glared daggers at her interruption."...Nevermind."

"Anyway,"he contuinued. "...her name is Midnight, right?"

"No...Midnight? Trion that sounds awfully familiar. D-do I know her, by any chance?" Elita-one cocked her head foward, inclining it near Chromia's direction. Chromia threw her hands up and shrugged her shoulderplates up in a 'I don't know' sign.

"There's a possiblity...think very hard." Trion pressed on, hoping she could figure this out on her own.

"Hey, Elita! Wait a astro. Midnight does sound familiar...oh wasn't your sister's name Midnight!" Chromia yelled In an idea. "They one who changed her name right? Her name wasn't always Midnight."

"No I don't think so-wait! My sister did change her name to Midni..." She trailed off as her thoughts gathered up into a realization. Oh my primus! "Are you saying-" Then she shook her head as if in a trance. "No...can't be."

"Elita-dear. You know perfectly well the truth that you try desperatly to hide in you spark, but you know lies always reveal the truth because you can run but you can never hide."

"Trion...please tell me that the truth you speak of isn't what I think it is." Elita-one groaned in exasperation.

"You know it is."

"She's...my sister?"

"Yes. I'm sorry You had to find out like this, and so sudden. It shouldn't have been this way."

"Does she know...I'm here?"

"...No..."

"And she's coming-"

"Yes. To participate in the recruit promotion. When she wins I require for Chromia to train her under her command. We need her ready."

"How can you be so sure she will win?"

"Hold on everyone! What exactly is going on, and what do you require me to do! Hello, I am right here." Chromia waved her hands in the air trying to get our attention. I sighed as I stridded over to her, and placed my hand on her shoulder, and I stole a glance at a shocked Elita-one. Poor girl...there were some really awfull experiances between them. Ones that I knew Elita-one did not want to have to remember. The sparkbreak, the betrayal, the loss...

"Trion? Could you please excuse me for a moment. I would like a time to myself. To prepare for her arrival and...I think I need to clear my head." Elita-one said as she quietly left my office without another word. I turned my focus back on a confused Chromia, shaking my head violently.

"So...what were you saying. I get to be a teacher?" Chromia optics lightened at this thought. "I'm going to teach Elita-one's sister. Hey maybe her company won't be that bad...right?" I just shook my head as I explained to her the exact situation.

Her company won't be that bad...right?

First chapter was a big mess to write. A whole lot of things magically disappeared and I had to rewrite them. Ughhh! I'm now taking a different approach.

Will Midnight arrival be a disaster? Let's find out...until next chapter.

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