Remnants
By SMYGO4EVA
A soldier being off-lined was what happened in war; Arcee supposed that she should be used to it by now, but she knew that she never will be.
They were never very special or too serious, no matter where they ended up together. For them, it was always on recon or on missions, and, very rarely, on much deserved downtime. Arcee preferred recon when she was with Cliffjumper, or the room they shared as sparring partners to hone their fighting skills. No matter how many missions they had, even with different partners on the same team, they would always find each other. How many times exactly, Arcee lost track.
Cliffjumper didn't know, of course. It was his job to fight and keep her safe, and Arcee's job to save him in return. Arcee remembered the missions clearly; every one of them, and Cliffjumper was there for her every step of the way. Nobody else could know how he existed for Arcee.
When Cliffjumper's signal was lost, Arcee knew that she had lost him, and the silence that followed was quiet and long. She hated losing Cliffjumper, her partner. She wanted more time in this world, on Earth of all places, with the team, to their new comrades, especially Jack —she had grown to like it, she was useful to them.
But she knew it would be a long life of waiting for a Bot like Cliffjumper, waiting for their next chance together before Arcee had to fight once more, for faint remnants of vengeance and for her partner.
"I just want you to know...I haven't given up. I'm gonna find the Con that took you from us."