Disclaimer: I did not in anyway make a profit form this. Characters belong to Hasbro, and the only thing I own here is the plot

Orion Pax certainly was turning heads when he enters the Editorial branch of the Iacon Records. For one thing, he pretty much towered over many of the mechs who were receiving files and other whatnot through the data stream from the Iacon Archivists.

The lobby was rather simple with white walls and a beige colored floor. There were some bots running from door to door, arms full of data-pads-and some up to the top of their helms-as others were walking calmly to their destinations. A pair of mechs towards the end of the hall seems to be formally speaking to one another in low voices, most likely the CEOs . . .

"Uh, are you lost, sir?" asks a femme receptionist that was to Pax's right.

"No," Orion Pax says simply with a shake of his helm. "Actually, I'm here to pick up several data-pads, but do you know where-"

"Oh!" exclaims the receptionist, suddenly standing up on her pedes. "You're from the Archives, aren't ya?" Orion nods in response and wordlessly follows the femme as they begin to navigate through the mazes of halls.

Yes, Orion Pax was here on business, but he was also here to pick up a data-pad that he had written not too long ago. A data-pad that would be a status report to the Council. He knew that he wouldn't find all the mistakes on it, so he had shipped it off to the Editorial Department to help on revising it.

They make one final left turn and nigh immediately, Orion Pax has a giant pile of data-files thrust upon him and he knows that he was going to topple over.

"Whoa!" shouts a different femme. Pax then feels a pair of servos pushing against his back, which helps him realign himself on his pedes. "Oi, they gave you a ton of stuff to deal with?"

Orion Pax can barely see above his giant pile of data-pads, but is relieved when a pair of smaller, pink servos lightens his load a bit. He then is face-to-face with a slightly shorter femme, with a kind expression and bright blue optics.

"Hi," replies the femme with a small wave whilst smiling. "Saw you almost toppling like a tower a nano ago, you alright?"

"Uh, yes, I'm quite alright," Orion coughs, hoping that the femme wouldn't notice his steadily rising chassis temperature. He certainly wasn't expecting this . . .

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" the receptionist femme snaps, breaking Orion out of his state of mind. Orion Pax immediately takes the data-files from the pink femme's servos. With a polite nod of farewell, the archivist darts away.

His only regret that day was not getting the pink femme's designation.

Several cycles later . . .

Orion Pax had returned to the Editorial building after receiving word from the Council. They thanked him on giving a very thorough report, and he had finally gotten a good bout of recharge for once.

In his servos at the moment were ten, giant platters full of energon goodies. In total to Orion's knowledge, there were only thirty or so Cybertronians working in the Editorial that cycle. With his Carrier's recipe, he had managed to make about a hundred or so of the energon goodies.

With a staff made up of mostly mechs, Pax knew that they would eat a lot, and he knew some that were greedy bunch of little scraplets . . .

The instant the mech walks in, helms were poking out of doors to take a whiff of what the sweet scent was. Within a matter of minutes, the whole staff was in the hall of the lobby.

"Ahem," Orion coughs, cautiously placing the plate atop several desks. He notices some of the staff eyeing the platters hungrily as he turns to them. Straightening up and clasping his blue servos behind his back, the mech says loudly and honestly, "I'd like to thank you all for editing all the data-files that get sent through the data stream, and for your hard work. On behalf of the Archive branch, I've brought some energon to share."

He quickly dives for cover as stampedes of Cybertronians come over to grab some of the treats, and he mentally sighs in relief while placing a servo upon his helm. The commotion was beginning to die down. In response, Orion manages to grab himself one of the treats, nibbling on it happily. He would need to drop a note of thanks for the recipe to his Carrier later . . .

Noticing that most of the staff had their fill, he examines the last plate that has some of the delicacies. He looks up to see some of the staff trying to persuade others to hand over a piece of energon and a few pairs of lovers was sharing the cookies. Orion couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy at that.

Checking his internal chronometer to see how much longer he had before going on his shift, Orion then announces, "Well, there are about a dozen of these left; any-bot else want the last of these?"

There was only one servo up in the air. To Orion's delight, it was the pink femme from his last visit. She seems to dance towards the table to grab the whole plate. Orion's spark hums as the femme's cerulean optics met his azure ones, making his life-force shudder in delight.

"Look at him . . ." he can hear the femme receptionist giggle to one of her coworkers. He pays no heed, for as he says farewell, his optics flick towards the femme, who was then in a different conversation with a colleague. Sighing, Orion reluctantly makes his way out of the door and starts to walk towards the Iacon Archives.

"Hey!" shouts a familiar voice. Orion turns around just in time for the pink femme to run into him, literally. The archivist flushes in embarrassment as he takes a step back to let the femme intake for a few moments before she straightens up again. "I never got your name," she explains. The femme points to herself as she grins, "I'm Ariel." She sticks out a servo and Orion gently clasps it before giving a firm shake.

"Orion, Orion Pax," the mech responds. "I hope you liked the energon treats . . ." he adds somewhat shyly whilst retracting his servo. Not far behind Ariel were some of the editors from the building, daring to take a peek at what was going on.

"Say," Orion suggests as Ariel was about to turn away. "Are you going to be free tonight?" The femme pauses for only a nano before she twists her helm around and says slyly, "Watch yourself Orion; are you asking me out on a date?"

"If you make it so," the archivist responds with a shrug, getting a somewhat loud reaction from their poorly hidden audience.

"Then it is," Ariel giggles. With a tilt of her helm, she says in a softer voice, "After your shift?"

Orion can only nod vigorously in response.

Later . . .

Young Orion was bashfully trying to hide himself right now. He had been on his first date, and then an accident just had to happen to Ariel and himself. Apparently, a larger mech in vehicle mode wasn't watching where he was going, and had nearly mowed over the pair.

Currently, Orion has several welds on his arms and legs. He was sitting in a medical berth, slightly facing the door. Lying down on a nearby berth was Ariel, with her right leg tied up and propped up upon a box. She was staring at the cast with such disdain that Orion thought that she would make the cast go away if she could.

"Well, that was interesting to say the least . . ." Pax chuckles wearily, trying to lighten the mood. His chuckle tapers off into awkward silence, and Ariel wasn't looking at him, yet.

Sighing, the mech states, "Look, I'll understand if-"

"Wasn't your fault Orion," Ariel interjects, turning her helm to face him. "And well, it was interesting."

"I'll understand if you don't want to see me again," Pax replies sheepishly, looking away.

"Actually Orion Pax . . ." Ariel whispers, making the mech turn back to the femme. She has a smile plastered on her face-plate once again, and Orion couldn't help but to smile back. "I'd love to meet up again, but . . ."

"But what?" he cringes.

"Next time, I'm going to be walking on your left if we go near any streets ever again."

A/N:

Fact: This is based off of a visiting speaker's answer to one of my fellow school-mates questions about the speaker's life:

"How did you meet your wife?"

I'm going to blame on the fact that I'm on a sugary-lemonade high and with a sweet romance on my mind, this came up. I listened to quite a bit of "Can You Feel the Love Tonight" by Elton John & "You'll Be in My Heart" by Phil Collins in order to get this done . . . and so I hope you enjoyed~!