When the Lights are Down
By SMYGO4EVA
"You keep coming back here, Dreadwing." Chromia spoke, lingering in the outside doorway. "Now why is that?"
Dreadwing looked up, his stern gaze almost piercing into her optics. "To be honest, it helps me think. Where in the AllSpark have you been?"
"Looking to crush any enemies? I think we both know I'm not in the mood to fight." Chromia wondered if he can tell, if she looked any different.
But the Decepticon just stared. "You know how lost Cybertron is. What was once called home is the only thing that scares me anymore."
The blue Autobot entered the outside pavilion; the Decepticon flinched. "There's nothing here anymore. It's just my team and me on this dead planet."
"That is nonsense," Dreadwing snapped. "You all moved have left this planet eons ago."
Chromia simply shrugged. "Look up."
Dreadwing glanced at the blackened sky and saw the stars dimly shining, casting an eerie light onto his faceplate.
"Do you remember when we used to sit by the pavilion in Iacon before the lights would burn out?" Chromia grimaced, wishing she didn't sound like such a sap. "They remind me of that. Usually, they never burn out, until the war began."
Dreadwing let a hard sigh escape before he spoke. "I liked talking to you at the time. You understood."
Chromia moved in closer, catching a trace of his steely scent. "You know that the damage is done, and that we are on different allegiances, different ideologies. But, even after all of that…do you still trust me?"
The Decepticon snorted out a mirthless laugh, narrowing his optics. "Never."
But when Chromia reached out to Dreadwing, she just looked up at the stars, one shining brighter than the rest, perhaps a signal of a transferred allegiance.
It appeared to only shine when the lights are down.