A/N: Okay, so I decided to make this into a kind of sequel to The first part with "Darkness Rising", if that makes any sense.

This is a filler chapter. I like these kinds! Still sick, though...

Oh well...

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers Prime. I only own Xenia.

*Xenia's POV*

So, I got to Earth, made friends with three natives, and saved the world from Megatron's undead legion.

Now, you'd think that everything is fine now and that I'd be able to live peacefully after the near apocalypse, right?

No way in the Pit.

"Alright. Girl time." Arcee insists, pulling me towards the ground-bridge.

"But, Arcee! I was on the trail of an Energon deposit!" I whined.

"Nope. We need some girl time and you can't get out of it. Ratchet can track the deposit." Arcee snipped, pulling me through the ground-bridge.

The last thing I saw was Ratchet shaking his head at us.

When we emerged on the other side, I looked around, rather impressed.

The sun was just setting in the west. We were on a beach. It was probably in the middle of the ocean because I didn't see any land other than the one that we were standing on. The sun was sending blues, greens, reds, and oranges out onto the water in a random rainbow.

In short, it was beautiful. I could see why Arcee would want to have a chat here. It would ease any pain that she felt while she was talking to me.

"So, what's up?" I asked, sitting down on the sand.

"Can't I just ask to spend time with our newest member?"

"You're not really asking for bonding time. So I'll say it again: what's up?"

Arcee looked out to the ocean.

"When Cliff and I arrived on Earth, I always had him to talk to about my problems and such. But when he died, I thought I'd have to keep all my problems inside. But..." She glanced at me.

"But then you comforted me about his death and I thought that... maybe I could ask you to... be a confident, you know?" She looked away. "Just... if you want to. You don't need to."

I sat back on my aft. I really couldn't say I was surprised. She and Cliffjumper were close. Even I could tell, and I hadn't been on Earth for more than a week. When I had comforted her, it was bound to leave an impression. I mean, aren't Wreckers supposed to be big, tall, powerful mechs who were as insensitive as Springer? He was the poster boy(human phrase) for the Wreckers, after all. Well, I wasn't the kind of femme to follow any kind of status quo. I was supposed to be a short, fragile femme who, before the War, wouldn't hurt a scraplet. Hmph. Whatever.

Anyway, back to Arcee's problem I thought about it. It seemed mutually beneficial, to say the least. She would get counseling and I would gain a friend at base. But if I was really honest with myself, I wanted to help her.

"Sure, Arcee." I smiled up at her. "I'd be happy to."

"You're being serious?" she asked, like it surprised her that I agreed.

"Of course. Just call me Dr. Xenia." My smile turned into a smirk.

She smiled. A real smile.

"So," I laid down on the sand, enjoying the last of the sun's rays. "If I'm gonna be your phsy... sycolno... Wait, what's that word?"

"Psychologist?" Arcee raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah! That word! Anyways, if I'm gonna be your psychologist, I should know your background, shouldn't I?"

"I guess so..." She said hesitantly. "Well, I was just out of my youngling frame when the war broke out. My creators were killed in the attack on Praxus, so I was found by the Autobots after that. My first partner was a mech called Tailgate." She stuttered over his name and I filed that away for later. "He was killed near the middle of the war. Then, I partnered up with Cliff. That's pretty much it."

"Hm... Alright then." I smiled. "I was born in Iacon. I was about 15 vorns old when the War broke out, which kinda sucked because I loved what I was doing at the time."

"Which was...?" Arcee asked.

"I was a singer at a bar, not as popular as Jazz, though." I looked away, embarrassed. "Anyways, my creators joined the Autobots while my brother joined the 'Cons. That hurt, let me tell you. I don't even know if he's alive; if any of my family's alive.

"Anyway, I joined the medical school in Iacon after the war broke out, then was recruited as the field medic for the Wreckers. I was in the Wreckers until the Great Exodus and have been wandering around the galaxy ever since."

"Whoa... You've been in the Wreckers for that long?" Arcee asked. "I heard it was crazy and that most of them are savages."

"Only half of them were just like that. Like Bulky, Wheeljack and Springer." I rolled my optics.

"Who's this Wheeljack?" Arcee smirked.

I heated up a little at that. "Umm... He was one of my... closer companions in the Wreckers."

"Ah." Arcee looked back at the sunset, smirking.

"Stop smirking!"

"I'm not," she answered back.

"Yes, you are!" I growled.

"Sure, whatever you say." Arcee snickered.

"Ugh... Let's get back to base. Its pretty late." I stood up.

"Sure." Arcee said. "Thanks for coming out here with me."

"No problem," I smiled, then commed Ratchet. "Ratchet, we need a bridge, please."

A/N: Thanks for reading and please review!