As The Wind Blows
By SMYGO4EVA
Arcee remembered the words, exactly what Wheeljack told her.
She remembered like it was yesterday and maybe it was.
It seemed that way with how the solar cycles together to become stellar cycles and then vorns.
"It's all about priorities," Wheeljack had said, slowly, as if he was explaining something to a sparkling, as if it was all perfectly obvious.
"What about balance?" Arcee asked, because she had to try. "What about having a life outside of keeping Cybertron safe?"
Wheeljack had then sighed, vents exhaling, his mouthplate thin, and the line of his jaw tight with tension.
"Being a Wrecker has to come first now, 'Cee," He smiled, that fake smile, the one he used at debriefings, any occasion with actual confrontation and interaction with other bots. "I hope you understand." he said.
"I do, but..." Arcee started, and Wheeljack held up his servo.
"I'm glad," He said. "I'm glad you understand."
Arcee then felt something in her chassis tighten and shiver.
I hope you're happy, she thought, wishing for deep bitterness, but she meant it.
Even after everything, after all of it, she only wanted Wheeljack to be happy.
That was all she ever wanted.
The wanderlust was never temporary, really.