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Greetings reader. CeciliawillsayHYPER here. Welcome to this story that I hope you will like. As usual, I don't own transformers or any of the character except for my OC's. A great deal of the plot (pretty much the whole thing) is entirely mine however some future chapters will be based on main existing episodes in Transformers Prime. If you have seen the show then you will notice which one are and which ones are not. However they will all have a little twist into it. Enough talk!

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Love, such a wondrous word. Persons can't help but feel happy of the thought. But why is that? Why is it so adored?

The feeling of falling in love is beautiful when first arrived to one and agonizing when left. Chances are given to understand who the right one is. If not found then one is to move on until that special one is finally discovered. Once found, one is filled with forever happiness and glee. Wishes for the feelings and that special one to stay forever is certain. One is never again seen too long without that special someone, and that can be understood. When absent one does not feel whole, something is missing, therefore parting is no choice, however reuniting is and always will be a great relief to both. But what if that one special person would vanish forever? Both not wanting this to happen at all but still occurs? what is one to do? Is one to remain the rest of their life all alone knowing that the once existing soulmate is no more existent? Is one to forever remain fateful to that special one? Or is it possible to find a new special one?

Love, such a wondrous word. It can lurk in one's very own neighborhood to places where one never could have suspected or even imagined. Love is mysterious.

"That will be all for today young ones!" a red femme called as she lightly clapped her servos together with a big smile plastered on her face.

All the young bots packed their things and happily headed out the door, before they did however, their teacher called out, "Don't forget tomorrow's homework!" And with that the last students left the classroom. The red femme-bot stayed behind her desk and sighed as she packed her stuff as well in preparation to return home, being that that was her last class for the day. But she then noticed the door open once more. She glanced up to see who it was and realized it was a small blue youngling femme bot.

"Arcee, what can I help you with?" she asked, smiling all the while. Arcee looked down shyly and stepped closer to her teacher.

"Miss Mentora...I was wondering if...if there was anything I could do better in class...Y-you see I want to be...Th-the best!" Mentora in return smiled fondly and placed a servo on the youngling's helm.

"No need to worry, from where you stand you already are the top of the class," she paused as Arcee looked happily up before whispering, "Just don't tell the others, we don't want them jealous now do we?" The youngling nodded happily before running back out where her mother was waiting.

Mentora watched them until they were out of sight. After that she returned to packing down all of her pads and documents. She felt her optics close slightly as she tried to concentrate on what she was doing. She hadn't gotten much recharge the night before since she had been out with her beloved nearly the whole time she was supposed to be laying in her berth. Their date wasn't supposed to be that long but they were enjoying themselves so much that there didn't seem to be anything known as time in their happy little world.

The femme bot teacher looked down at a childish doodle she had done while the younglings weren't looking. It was a big heart with her beloved's name written perfectly inside. Shadowstep. She had met him nearly a year ago. She had been harassed by a creep-bot while on her way home from work, thats when Shadowstep had come into her life by chasing the creep-bot off. He had then offered to walk her home. Since that day he had always walked her home to assure that the harassing would never occur again. They had then started to meet more besides their walks and apparently fell deeply in love. Or, that is at least what she believed.

A lovestruck smile crept across Mentora's face as she gazed at his name over and over. She loved him with all her spark and she knew that he felt the same about her. She was just waiting for the day when he would hopefully pop the question.

"Mentora?" said femme nearly jumped out of her seat and quickly turned her head to the source of the husky voice. A dark bulky maroon colored mech stood by the door with an optic ridge raised and a smirk on his face. Mentora felt her face heat up, making her cooling fans quietly turn on, and she smiled sweetly at him.

"Hello, Shadow." That being his nickname, Mentora stood up straight and walked up to him. "How are youuuu?!" she shrieked the last word as he suddenly grabbed her servo and proceeded to drag her through the school hallway. Being that he was much taller than her, his already fast strides forced her poor short and very slim legs to pump even faster, nearly running. Suddenly she noticed that none of her coworkers where around in the hallway, or anybody else for that matter. No students packing, no parents. Nobody. Where were they? Surely they couldn't already have left.

"Shadow where ARE we going?" He did not answer but continued to walk at a fast pace with her being gently dragged along. They finally reached the cafeteria and he quickly pushed the doors open and the two were surrounded by darkness. Their optics shined like flying orbs, his blue, hers green.

"Alright, Shadow. Why are we here?" Suddenly, the lights turned on, forcing Mentora to close her optics before she could adjust them to the new lighting. Once done though, they widened. In front of her stood all her coworkers and students along with their parents. They all stood with big smiles on their faces and before the young teacher could question this she noticed movement from her partner. Kneeling on the floor with a small box in his giant servos. Mentora slapped a servo over her mouth in a mixture of shock and glee.

Smiling lovingly all the while, Shadowstep spoke.

"Mentora, I have enough pride to call myself a decent mech, but not a wonderful one. You on the other hand are an amazingly beautiful femme with more superior words worth describing than anyone else that I have ever met, however saying them all could take a while..." the crowd chuckled and Mentora giggled with her cooling fans being at max, "After meeting you, I have felt stronger than ever, you make me feel as if I could take on the whole world! I love you Mentora, with all my spark! And I truly wish for you to be mine and mine forever. I will love you and protect you until my spark takes it's last beat." Opening the box, a lovely looking ring sparkled. "Will you marry me?" Along his said words, fifteen of Mentora's students lifted boards each holding giant letters along with a question-mark to spell out her lover's question.

"Yes!" throwing her slim arms around the mech of her dreams, she nuzzled her face into his chest before roughly kissing him. The crowd cheered at this and loudly congratulated.

"Sweetspark, I'm home!" Shadowstep called as he stepped through the doorstep and stretched his arm gears before letting out a tired vent. Looking around the decent sized house unit which his spark-mate and him had purchased a few years back, his blue optics softened in relaxation and content. Light steps were heard and with a flash of red, Mentora entered the hallway with a BIG smile across her face and her green optics shone more than ever. She held a steaming cup filled with her delicious homemade energonoil and handed it to him. He grabbed it with a grateful smile and received a kiss from his wife on the cheek.

"Welcome back, dear." she smiled. Shadowstep slid a large arm around her much smaller frame and took a sip of his drink.

"Thanks, I really needed that. Work today was harder than usual." Mentora giggled at his words and gave him an other kiss.

"No worries, you are home now and if you are feeling stiff I can give you a massage later on." At her words, Shadowstep sigh/moaned and took an other sip.

"That would be GREAT."

"But first, I have something to show you." Mentora smirked. Her husband raised an eye ridge at that. Grabbing her spark-mate by the upper arm, Mentora lightly dragged him through the house unit until they came to their small spare room.

"Ta-daaa! What do you think?" she sighed. Wondering what she meant, Shadowstep scanned the room, it was empty as it always had been, except there was one small thing taking space. A tiny berth that could only carry a tiny bot.

"Me-Mentora?" he blinked. "Is that a...?" Fidgeting out of excitement and slight insecurity, Mentora slid her fragile arms around her husband and lovingly pressed herself against his side.

"Well, its been a few years now since we got married and...Well, don't you think that its about time we properly settled down? Maybe have a little sparkling?" She paused, "I have worked with younglings for a great deal of my life and I am more than willing to have one of my own." She finished with a determined expression, one that would not back down at all. Shadowstep starred down at her. He blinked, but then a smile bloomed across his face as well and in a swift move he placed the cup of energonoil away and Mentora was within his big arms and he happily spun her around.

"I am more than convenient when I say: I agree!" Mentora laughed and let herself submit in mer beloved's arms before looking back up at him.

"Do you have any thoughts for a name? I have been thinking of Jewel if a femling, being that its a very pretty and delicate name, and if a mechling then Uppercut. A mech's name should be powerful!" Shadowstep seemed to ponder as he starred at the ceiling in wonder.

"I don't know about a femling name but if a mechling then how about..." He pondered for a second more, then his expression sparked. "Bassdrop?"

"..."

"..."

"No, dear," Mentora giggled.

"Awe come on, love! That is a terrific name!" Shadowstep humorously countered.

"Nah, I think i'm going to stick to my choice of names." Shadowstep's arms tightened around her smaller form.

"Whatever you say, love. Whatever you say."

It was a beautiful weather and bots of all sizes were cruising the city. Everyone seemed happy and or entertained, everyone except for a couple who lived in a small sweet home.

Shadowstep sighed in frustration and sorrow as he tried to knock on the washing-rack room door for what seemed to be the hundred time.

"Mentora, please, please open." But he received no answer, all his audios got were the sounds of light sobs.

"Mentora, love. Don't do this to yourself. Who would have predicted that this would happen? Don't shut me out! I am also in pain." A moment passed but then a soft click was heard, announcing the door had been unlocked. Opening the door, Shadowstep reluctantly stepped in, not knowing exactly what position he would see his sweetspark in. Sitting in a corner, curled up and shaking for every sob and sniffle, he walked at a fast pace to her and brought her into his arms and squeezed her tightly as if she would vanish if he let go.

"Sh-Shadow..." sob, "What am I going to do?" sob-sob, "I can't be fertile, I just cant! I have been looking forward to having my very own sparkling for primus knows how long! This just can-" sob, "Be!"

Shadow sighed, "As much as I wish the thought were true, we took every test the medical bay could pursue on you."

"They all showed the same results..." Mentora sobbed. Shadowstep lightly grabbed her by the face, forcing her to look up at him.

"Mentora, listen to me. Whatever happens in the future, whatever condition you may have; I will still love you, with all my spark. We will make it through this. Together." At his words, Mentora threw herself back into his embrace, sobbing all over again.

"And seeing it in an other way...Maybe," he started, being careful with his words, "Maybe it would simply be for the best if we would not have a sparkling at all. Its not that I don't want any for I REALLY do! But with the new rebellious groups going up in the main cities, I don't know. Those self-proclaimed "righteous" fly-bot group called Decepticons can not be any good news, they seem to be rising in numbers. I have heard some say that they just might be a war in the near future..." Mentora looked back up at him with devastated optics. "If I had a sparkling I would want him or her to live in a safe world without any pointless force pursuers such as that!"

Mentora let out a few sobs more before sighing and pressing her head into her husbands chest. "Then perhaps it was just for the best..." Mentora whispered. A peck on her head was given by her mate.

"You would have been a splendid mother, no doubt about that!"

"Thank you, Shadow. You would have been a splendid father."

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It would be great to know what you think so far. Don't worry, this is pretty much just the prologue. So strap yourselves if you wish for more ;)