I'm on holiday so i've got a little time... I'd like to share this project with you. This story is the sequel of "Sooner or later". I hope you'll like it!

I should tell you something ...

Chapter 1

The lift's doors closed behind them and now they were alone, in silence. Staying in a space so close together with him, took her breath away ... although she didn't need to breathe to survive.

He looked at her quizzically, but patient. He didn't want to put pressure on her. She had to feel free to express herself. She, however, couldn't bear her leader's look. They stood in silent for a few seconds.

Arcee could feel her spark beat hard in the chest. The noise echoed even in her audio receptors.

"I should tell you something ..." the femme had said just a few seconds before to the big red and blue mech. And now she couldn't find the courage to express in words what she had in the depths of her soul.

"Arcee" Optimus was the one who broke the awkward silence "Would you like to tell me something?" he said as he walked a couple of steps while continuing to stare at her intently. The deep and gentle voice of the Autobots leader increased her anxiety.

"Nothing important, Optimus, really ..." the femme finally said with a whisper. Her spark told her to let go and confess everything. Her mind, her rational part, kept saying to not do so. Then her rational part prevailed. She looked down with tears in optics and stared at the floor until she heard the lift's doors open. She muttered some excuse almost completely incomprehensible and disappeared in the depths of the base to reach the safety of her room.

"Hmm ..." Optimus sighed as he walked out of the elevator and headed towards the main hangar. He was tired and he knew that his recharge system screeched to bring him to berth. But he still had work to do. However, he had a moment of hesitation. He turned and stood staring at the spot where Arcee had just disappeared.

"are you all right, Optimus?" Ratchet's voice rang out like an alarm clock in the Prime's audio receptors.

"Yes, my friend ... I'm just a little thoughtful!" the big red and blue mech calmly replied.

"It 's very late and, from what I can see, you are very tired. I recommend, or rather, I ORDER you, such as your doctor, to go to recharge! Good night!" added the doctor suppressing a yawn. Soon after, he disappeared into the corridor leading to the Autobots' quarters.

"Good night to you, Ratchet!" Optimus replied, as he walked with a slow pace toward his room.

He passed in front of Arcee's quarters and paused for a moment, struck by a strange noise, like something falling.

"Scrap!" the annoyed voice of the Autobot SIC was clearly audible in spite of the heavy metal door that separated the hall from the inside of the room.

Knock-Knock

The sound indicated that there was someone at the door. But Arcee wasn't in the mood for a late-night conversation. She was angry with herself for being so cowardly and frustrated by her constant concerns. And the last thing she needed and wanted at that moment was to have a chat with someone.

Knock-Knock

Again. The femme snorted and walked towards the entrance of her quarters.

"What the hell now?" she said, annoyed, as she opened the door to the unwanted visitor.

She found herself in front of a mech that had a sheepish grin on his face.

"O-Optimus?" asked the femme confused. Prime just made a nod of greeting with his big hand.

"I heard a noise and ... I heard you swear ... I didn't want to bother you. Sorry, maybe I'd better go" said Prime while he was already turning to leave.

"Uh ... no wait! It's okay Optimus, you didn't have bothered me. It 's just that ..." said then the femme.

The big red and blue mech turned back and stared quizzically at the little femme in front of him, waiting for her to continue.

"I... I dropped this and I think it's broken!" she concluded with embarrassment showing the object. It was kind of brush to polish the armor.

"Let me see" and he took the brush directly from Arcee's hand. The brief contact was electrical for femme, who blushed immediately.

"That's it!" Optimus said, restoring the object to Arcee "It was just disconnected, it is not broken" another moment of silence, full of embarrassment "Well then ... Good night!" Prime said, once again ready to leave the room.

"Optimus ... wait ... I should tell you something ..." Arcee stopped him by putting her little hand on his big arm.

And once again Prime turned to the femme.

"I. .. I. .. I want to thank you!" Arcee said finally.

Optimus smiled "You're welcome. Good night!" he concluded by moving a couple of steps towards his room.

"Yes ... Good night!" whispered the femme while closing the door in front of her.

The Autobot leader smiled and stepped up to cover the space that was missing to reach his quarters. He pressed the security code and the big metal door opened in front of him. He gave a last glance over his shoulder towards the femme's room.

"Oh Primus!" once again Arcee's cranky voice was audible throughout the corridor.

Optimus shook his head, amused and smiling, and took one last step to go into his room, letting the heavy door close behind him.

As soon as the door closed, Arcee couldn't hold back a cry "Oh Primus!".

She put her hands over the mouth immediately when she realized the high volume of voice. In that one word were all her frustration and all her desperation.

"Idiot!" she said as she hit the back of the helmet against the wall "Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!" she kept repeating as she slid the back down the cold metal. She remained on the ground for a few minutes, motionless, with her head between her legs, while some bitter tears furrowed the face. Then her automatic recharge took over, and the femme slept on the cold floor in a fetal position. It was not the position to not let her rest, but the turmoil that shook her spark. The feeling that something bad was going to happen.

I hope you enjoy the beginning. I'll be able to update a chapter for a day (I hope!) ;)

Thanks for reading!