Zephyr
By SMYGO4EVA
Arcee stood by Optimus' berth, struggling to grasp the sight of the battered and scarred leader in front of her. She didn't dare reach out, put a hand to his helm and say something mundane to reassure a fellow Autobot who couldn't hear her.
She was supposed to despise him like the rest of them, for destroying the Omega Lock.
She was supposed to hate him for destroying the only device that would have revived Cybertron, their home.
But for some reason she couldn't.
She wanted him to live; to pull through.
She wouldn't allow anyone, be they human, Bot, or Con, to convince her he was a traitor who needed and deserved to die.
She'd seen something that resembled vulnerability in his optics. And she couldn't let that small flicker die.
She had to remind him that he had a spark, a spark that only did what was necessary. That it wasn't his spark that had been shattered and broken all those vorns ago.
She was scared to touch him. He looked as if he'd break even if she just brushed her servos over his faceplate.
That was the hardest part.
Knowing that she couldn't break what was already broken.
To light the dark….