AN: Ugh...I know I know...It hasn't been a full month since I finished What We Do For Family and I'm starting another one. *Sigh* I know I have a problem. So this story is gonna be different from others. Warning, chapter 1 will be happy, but 2 is where hell breaks loose.
(Omega Three, Nevada)
"Maybe if you don't want dented armor Bulkhead, then you shouldn't try crashing through boulders while dune bashing. Just be lucky Miko wasn't fatally injured." Ratchet spoke calmly while repairing the wrecker. Bulkhead sighed, looking to Miko who shrugged, June had finished putting a cast over her broken arm.
"I'd listen to him Bulkhead. Miko could have been badly hurt; even killed in the crash." Miko rolled her eyes, but Blackwolf, who had been standing there since they returned, saw that.
"Take it seriously Miko; you could have been killed. And Bulk! Until her arm is healed, dune bashing is prohibited!" he sighed.
"What?!" Miko jumped from her seat, much to Bulkhead's dread.
"You heard me young lady." he looked her in the eyes. They were the only ones in the room. Arcee was supervising Centurin and Nitalia's training.
Grimlock was training as well, but separately. Slipstream and Jack were always with his children; even though he still held bad memories of the female seeker, he was glad she took their relationship seriously. Bumblebee and Smokescreen, who rejoined Team Prime recently, were on patrol.
June, Raf and Johnson stood around Miko. Miko was usually calm about Blackwolf but now she was mad.
"Miko maybe you should ju-" Raf tried to reason but she cut him off.
"Why can't we dune bash?! That's six weeks of not being able to do that or play guitar!" she complained, but the Prime would have none of it.
"Because until you're physically able, I won't put you in further harm's way before you're done getting past the first injury." she didn't calm down.
"And Bulk, you knew better than to put her at risk; as her guardian your job is to ensure she lives. You put a human's life at risk...and it won't be tolerated, nor will it happen again. Do. You. Understand?" he looked seriously into Bulkhead's optics, the wrecker nodded.
"Understood." he sighed, Blackwolf's expression softened.
"Let's just be glad you're as big as you are. If you were Bee's size...I don't think Miko would be alive to tell a tale." June nodded, agreeing with the Prime.
In the corner was their new Christmas tree; it was covered in fake snow, large ornaments, and some green, blue, and red lights. Grimlock had cut the tree down and carried it to the base. The kids has their gifts under it, ready for Christmas morning, just two days away.
(Two Hours later)
In their quarters, Arcee sat next to Blackwolf. She admired the necklace Blackwolf made for her three years ago.
"Time flies...seems like just yesterday I made that necklace." Blackwolf smiled, which she returned, nuzzling her helm against his broad chest.
"I know. It seems like just a year ago I opened your cryo-pod...but it's been over six years since that happened." she suddenly opened her optics, quickly raising her helm; confusing him.
"Cee, you okay?" she began shaking a little.
"It...it's been seven years since…since Cliff..." he winced. He hoped this wouldn't happen, while he knew she couldn't forget, he just wanted her to get past her horrors.
"Cee...we've talked about this...don't let the memories come back." she shook her helm.
"You know...I never thought I'd get over his death..." he was about to speak but she continued.
"But then you came into my life...and you've been the greatest thing that ever happened to me...it's ju...it's ju-just..." she trembled.
"Cee?" he reached around and gently aimed her til she was looking into his optics.
Blue energon tears rolled down her silver cheeks. He was shocked, he wiped one away and collected himself.
"Cee...what's wrong?" he asked softly.
"I...I miss him so much." she released more tears.
"Oh, Cee..." he pulled her close, she accepted his hug; she hugged tightly to his torso. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she nuzzled her helm into his shoulder plates. He felt her tears rolling down his armor but he could care less.
After a few minutes of releasing pent up emotions, Arcee pulled away, she wasn't crying anymore. She closed her optics for a few moments, before reopening them. He already saw her joyful, even playful mood in her optics.
She smirked, his eyes widened, this was a definitely a playful Arcee.
She looked down, realizing she had wrapped her legs around him, they were both locked in a very fetal position. She looked back up at him, closing the distance between their faces.
He was shocked by her approach, usually he was the one to kiss her; this time she took charge. They quickly moved to deepen their kiss, both opening their mouths. Their mouths opened, their glossas invaded each others mouth, wrestling for dominance.
He moved them so she laid atop him, never separating their kiss. Arcee's metal cheeks glowed electric blue, her version of a blush.
Her ventilation systems began working, internal coolant and fans activating. The residue of their coolant was the equivalent to sweating. It was light currently but they had just started.
Arcee activated something and a click could be heard as her chest armor unlatched from her frame. He moved to lift it from her, he laid it next to them on their berth. Her now bare chest pressed against his broad torso.
He traced his surprisingly agile digits across her now unarmored back, she moaned lightly at the action. She moved her hands to his exposed back, lightly massaging his uncovered joints. He continued to trail his digits down her back, until finally reaching her waistline armor; the small blue skirt-like armor prohibiting any further action.
She made another click, unlocking the armor around her waist. As soon as his hand began to pull her waist armor away, there was a knock at the door.
"What...NOW?!" they both thought, trying to tune out the knocking; it continued. Arcee shook a little to urge him to continue. He pulled the armor away a little more...until suddenly, the door opened, revealing Smokescreen.
"Blackwolf I-gah! Slag!" he closed his optics, blocking his view, knowing Arcee's breastplate wasn't attached to her. She was currently "topless" in human terms.
Blackwolf parted from her, laying her so he blocked Smokescreen's view of her. Rage filled his golden optics, Arcee covered her chest with her armor and reconnected her waist armor. "Smokesreen! Wait outside, now!" the rookie quickly shut the door.
He sighed. "Let's go." they were both furious that their moment had been ruined by Smokescreen.
He opened the door, Arcee behind him.
He stepped outside with her; "What. Is. It. Smokescreen?" he tried to be as calm as possible.
"I'm sorry...it's just..." he looked down, Fowler stood there next to the rookie.
"Fowler?" Blackwolf looked at the surprised NEST agent.
"I've called for a meeting. Winfield's here." he turned, before stopping mid-step.
"And, she's brought a guest." Blackwolf was intrigued.
"Who is it?" Arcee asked the agent.
"The head of the CIA, Harold Attinger." Blackwolf's optics widened.
"What happened to William Davenport?!" the Prime was shocked. Fowler forgot; he hadn't told the bots.
"Well...Davenport died in his sleep." Blackwolf was still surprised again. He knew Will Davenport was a usually healthy man, and was only fifty years old.
"Cause of death?" Blackwolf asked.
"We're not sure...no drugs or poison were found in his blood, no wounds or injuries; not even a bruise." he sighed, walking away. Blackwolf, Arcee, and Smokescreen all looked at each other, concerned.
"Ah...five years ago, I had a heart attack; collapsed, right in the middle of my son's bachelor party. And after five hours of surgery...I found something, thirty-eight years in the army, government, and the CIA had never shown me." the head of the CIA spoke.
"Perspective." he smirked, before walking to the table where Fowler, Winfield, Lennox, June, Johnson, Raf and Miko sat. Overlooking the meeting table was Blackwolf, Arcee, Ratchet and the rest of the ream; even Grimlock stood above them.
"The world owes Team Prime...the Autobots...an un-payable debt. You have watched over humanity, protected us, even saved us." Blackwolf didn't like where this was going.
"But...while most call you heroes...there are some...who would prefer the term vigilantes." Blackwolf's optics narrowed.
"And how would you describe us, Attinger?" Ratchet asked, the agent's expression changed, now he looked serious.
"How about dangerous?" Now it was everyone's turn to have their optics widen.
"How would you describe a group, of U.S based, alien...technologically superior, mechanical beings...who constantly go against the will of foreign borders." he pulled up a screen, the holographic projection appearing in front of the table.
On the screen, a blast from the past, when Jasper was attacked by Megatron...when Optimus was MIA while Earth was in peril.
"Jasper." Attinger spoke. Video of the battle started, vehicons going through the streets, terrorizing the humans.
It changed to the next one. "Jasper again." the video of Jasper being leveled by the orbital cannon played. Blackwolf looked down...remembering that it was his fault Jasper was destroyed.
"Chicago." a video of the Autobots fighting through the streets played. Grimlock and Bruticus fought through the streets. Grimlock threw the combiner into a building, rubble and debris fell, the camera showed nothing but static after.
"Hoover Dam." the next video showed the violent battle fought at Hoover Dam, soldiers getting killed left and right.
Raf's expression became slightly frightened; he was still so innocent...subjected to see the bloodshed of the war.
Johnson saw the boy and looked at Attinger.
"Alright, that's enough." the agent nodded, turning off the projection.
"For the past four years, not including the three years you were on Cybertron; Team Prime and the Autobots have moved freely...unbound by any laws. This is an arrangement the governments of the world can no longer tolerate." he let them think.
"But...we have a solution." he opened his brief case, and he pulled out a packet.
"The Chicago accords. These accords will bind Team Prime to a panel the U.S and the rest of the United Nations plus the E.U...when the need arises, they may use the panel if anyone deems it necessary." Blackwolf already knew this wasn't good.
"So..." Johnson placed a hand on the accords "we'll be bound to more then the U.S? And what if any countries disagree on where we go?" he asked the agent.
"There will be ratifications Mr. Ajax...but believe me; this is the middle ground." he sighed.
"And if we refuse?" Arcee asked him.
"Then there will be a vote...deciding whether or not you retire or remain how you are." he answered her seriously.
"Mr. Attinger...I speak for all of Team Prime saying this...please...give my regards to the countries of the U.N...but I can't agree to these accords." the old agent sighed.
"Blackwolf if there was some easier way to do this I-"
"No. This panel will be controlled by people with their own personal agendas and agendas change. This document just pushes the boundaries. What if there's somewhere we need to go and they don't let us?" Blackwolf, most of them completely agreed with their leader.
"Blackwolf...if you don't do this now...it may be done to your team. That won't be pretty." he spoke slowly.
"If I agree to choose to sign this document, I'm giving up my team...family's right to choose." his mind was made.
"I'm sorry Attinger...but I won't agree to the accords." Attinger sighed, placing the accords back into his case before closing it back.
"I'm sorry to hear this. Hopefully the vote will be in your favor." he turned and left through the elevator.
(Outside Omega Three)
Attinger pulled out his phone and dialed a number. Seconds later he received an answer.
"Get me a meeting with the Speaker of the House of Representatives." he spoke calmly.
A few minutes passed, then he spoke again. "Then...get me contact with our ally."
(Three Hours later)
Everyone was asleep. June, Johnson, Miko, Bulk, Raf and Bee had gone home. The others were all in their quarters...except Blackwolf.
Blackwolf only continued to ponder on what had happened in the meeting. How could the humans suddenly want to treat them like criminals? It didn't make sense to him, they had done nothing but protect Earth.
"Hey...are you okay?" Arcee stepped next to him, knowing what he was going through.
"I guess...it's just..." she rubbed his back slowly.
"Why do the humans think we're criminals, solely because civilians have died during the war on Earth. They have to realize that no one escapes a war. For them, a victory at the cost of the innocent...isn't a victory at all." she waited for him to continue.
"If they had seen the war on Cybertron...they would know why that's a noble but ignorant argument. In war no one makes it out unscratched...if a war is to ever be ended...innocent people must die...it's just how war and destruction works." she understood completely.
"Humans are strange creatures...but let's hope...that the vote does go in our favor." she sighed.
"The humans should just appreciate we didn't abandon them when Earth was in peril...we could have let Galvatron enslave their race...but we choose to protect the human...you'd think they would show some gratitude...not scolding." he made complete sense.
"Whatever happens...we'll follow you to the end." he smiled, pulling her closer to him, looking each other in the optics.
"It still shocks me that you support me for as long as you have. I don't know how I'll ever repay you in the future." he smiled warmly. She raised a gorgeous metal brow at hearing that.
"You could start by kissing me." he smirked, before closing the distance between them, their lips interlocking. They deepened the kiss, putting their passion for each other into the kiss.
After a few minutes, they separated, panting.
"C'mon, lets get some rest." she smiled, he happily obliged, following her to their quarters for the night.
AN: ALRIGHT! So this is a new dawn...sort of. I'm so bad at staying on track with other stories. SORRY! But anyway...so I'll begin working on this as I go. So the scene between Blackwolf and Arcee got much more descriptive then I have EVER been since A New Point Of View, my first 'sexual scene', trust me the effect of the scene is to give feels before more worse feels hit.