Hello people. This is set after "Along came a Spider".
Now this is what happens when you leave me to my own devices during a science study lesson. I can barely believe that I wrote this. It's so... cliché. I need a therapist. Know any one?
Blackarachnia stood atop the building, bathed in the silver moonlight. Her tears that had been spilled over the one mech that she truly loved were now dry. Only light streaks from their journey over her cheek plates were evidence that they had even existed.
If only she had not fallen all those years ago. If only they hadn't run into those dreadful giant spiders. If only they hadn't fallen through that hole. If only they had listen to reason and not landed on that awful planet!
But they had and she had paid the price for their youth's stupidity.
Blackarachnia's processor suddenly flashed to Sentinel Prime. How would he have reacted if he had seen her tonight? Would he see the beautiful young femme he had once dated? Or would he see the freak she now was?
Over and over again, her processor ran over the day that had cursed her with this new body. It was like her mind was looking for the reason why she had this new body.
Blackarachnia clutched her helm. She closed her optics, hoping to close out the images the ran over in her processor. Looking over and over for some detail, no matter how minor or small. Then it hit her. What she had done sub-consciously through her mind and body. What she had done to protect him.
Her comm-link had sent him a private message to get Sentinel out of there. Her body had blocked off her autobot signal to make them think that she had died in the blast. Her processor-over-matter technique that she barely knew how to do, had somehow made him not come after her, even though it broke her spark to make him do that. Her entire being on that day had devoted itself to protecting him and giving him another chance at life.
To protecting Optimus. The kind, brave and loyal mech that had always been there for her. The mech that had been her first friend and had helped her get used to the Elite Guard Academy. The mech that eventually grew to become the only mech that she completely and utterly felt safe with. The mech that every part of her being, spark and body, loved beyond her comprehension.
Blackarachnia opened her optics and lowered her hands to cover her spark. She would never admit it out loud but she knew in her spark that she would always love Optimus. It is possible to love someone and not forgive them. But under the silver glow of the moon atop a building, Blackarachnia accepted the changes in her body with an open spark. She would still try to remove her organic half but it was a price that she had paid. A small price for his safety. A minor expense for him. A price that only now, gazing up at the silver moon, she paid gladly. To protect him.
Holy guacamole! Ya see this is what happens when you leave me to boredom. Flame or review, I really do not care at this moment. This has to be the most fluffy thing I have ever written. What's wrong with me? I'm scared.
R+R plz.