Sanguine
By SMYGO4EVA
Arcee never believed in destiny. Not really. She had helped avert it once, after all, though her memories skirted away from the exact truth. She remembered the blasters in her servos becoming more, fire and sanguine and with a grimace so beautiful that it could kill.
So she still didn't believe in it, but it still felt like fate when a two-horned, red-plated Autobot swept back into his bot mode and stood next to her near a cliff top in Jasper, Nevada. The voices from the night continued to rise, almost to drown out what was left from the past, a lost love.
"And one for my friend," Arcee replied, indicating Cliffjumper up in the skies with a smile.