Chapter Two
Silvermoon walked down the corridor looking round every now and then making sure she wasn't being followed, she knew it bordered on paranoia but she had promised to keep their friendship a secret. She knocked on the door and said in a quiet voice, "it's me." The door opened allowing her entrance. The white and teal femme sighed as she walked in, "sometimes Red, I question your sanity." She joked chuckling.
"This coming from a femme who locked herself away in her quarters and wouldn't let anyone in." Red Alert countered.
She smiled, "okay okay, point taken. So anything new today?" standing next the to the mech and looking at the monitors.
"No, strangely everything seems in order. It's unnerving." He replied.
"That is strange. How about…" she stopped as the doors to the security room opened and looked over.
Optimus walked in after hearing from Jazz how Silvermoon would try and sneak off to the security room every so often, he was surprised to see how loosely the femme held her doorwings and inwardly chuckled as he saw her immediately 'stiffen' them trying to give the impression that she wasn't comfortable.
"Everything okay, Prime?" Red Alert asked.
"I have an assignment for you, Red Alert." Optimus said trying to keep the humour out of his voice.
"Oh?"
"During the next week I would like you to keep an optic on Silvermoon, so we do not have a repeat of last year." He explained.
"Prime, I don't need to be 'watched', I'm not a sparkling." Silvermoon protested.
"Will you promise not to do anything…unreasonable during that week?" he asked knowing the answer.
"Well…I…uh…" the Corsa stuttered.
"Then Red Alert is to make sure that you are…safe."
"Why me?" the white and red mech asked.
Optimus smiled behind his faceplate, "there are only two mechs I know of that Silvermoon is comfortable around," he began receiving a confused look from the mech "they are Ratchet and I. As I entered I saw that she is also comfortable around you…before she tried to hide it."
Silvermoon blushed, embarrassed that she had been 'caught' and relaxed her doorwings since there was no point in hiding it now. "How did you know I was here?" she asked.
"Jazz." Was all Optimus needed say.
The white and teal femme chuckled, "I should have guessed he'd figure it out."
Red Alert looked at the femme that stood next to him, "why do you need to be watched?" he asked confused, he thought that the femme locking herself in her quarters was a one-time thing.
Silvermoon looked solemnly at the floor, "it's a personal matter."
Optimus knew the femme didn't like to talk of what happened to her parents. In fact when she was found by him she didn't speak for a year and a half never strayed far from his or Ratchet's side, the poor femme had seen her mother shot dead as she tried to protect the youngling. Though if Red Alert was to properly…take care of her he needed to know why she would act the way she was going to.
"Silvermoon," he began only to be interrupted.
"I know, he needs to know so he can stop me from being stupid." She sighed, "If you need me I'll be in the rec room." She sadly walked out of the room never taking her optics off the floor.
Red Alert looked at his leader, confusion written all over his face. This was a yearly thing?
"What I am about to tell you Red Alert is not to be discussed with anyone aside from Ratchet and I, is that understood." Optimus said sternly. He saw the mech give a nod and continued, "next week is the anniversary of when Silvermoon lost her parents."
"I don't mean to sound insensitive, Prime." The white and red mech began "but we've all lost ones that meant a lot to us, we learned to move past it and live on. So why does she continue to remember it?"
Optimus had asked himself that question many times over the years; he finally put it down to the fact that she wanted to remember her mother's bravery in protecting her from the Decepticons.
"I believe she wants to thank them for keeping her safe, and this is the only way she knows to do that."
"I see." Red Alert said thinking, "then I will make sure she doesn't do anything foolish."
"Thank you, Red Alert." And with that the red and blue mech walked out.