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Chapter 3

Bulkhead walked toward the main hangar ready for his patrolling shift. That night he would scour the grid H2B5, looking for some signs of an energon's deposit. The former Wrecker felt in great shape. But he was worried about two of his companions and friends.

Despite the big green mech wasn't particularly intuitive or cerebral, he could not notice Arcee and Optimus's strange behavior.

He could, in any way, justify Prime. Their friend had lost all memories and had spent weeks on the Decepticon warship. When the red and blue mech woke up from that sort of nightmare, he had been found out to be crucial to their enemies in deciphering Iacon's archive... him, the leader of the Autobots, wore the Decepticons' symbol on his shoulders ... Bulkhead defied anyone else to not freak out! Despite his famous temper and determination, the former wrecker knew that his commander felt guilty for everything that had happened.

For Arcee, things were different. And Bulkhead just couldn't understand what had happened to the femme. Perhaps, in those few days of captivity on the Nemesis, something had happened. Maybe that something had to do with Optimus. Because since Boss Bot was back, she was acting really strange towards Prime.

All that thinking had made him dizzy. Maybe talking with the doctor would be useful. But he also knew that he had to dismiss all these thoughts and focus on the upcoming mission.

"Hey Doctor ... what's up? " he asked , moving closer to Ratchet .

The old mech let out a yawn " Everything fine... for now. I'm waitinf for Arcee to return from his little trip to go to sleep. She has the night shift surveillance today!" he said, as he let out another yawn.

"Yeah ... about Arcee" the moment was propitious and Bulkhead wanted to confirm his assumptions "Have you noticed her strange behavior? Especially toward Optimus".

Ratchet stared at the big green mech with, seeming irritated, for a few moments. Then he looked down and sighed "Yes... I noticed it too. But I don't think she wants to talk about it. We have to respect her privacy and times" then he paused, hearing the din of the femme's tires "She is not so tough as she looks"concluded the white and red mech as he walked towards his quarters.

Satisfied a little his curiosity, the formers Wrecker nodded to the doctor and the to the femme, he transformed and walked out of the hangar at great speed for his patrol, just as Arcee took place in front of the monitor.


The night was quiet. No suspected detection, no sign of Decepticons' activity, no alarms. Bulkhead had reported a few minutes before confirming that he had found a good amount of energon, supply enough to support the needs of the team for at least a couple of weeks.

It was almost dawn, the worst moment of the night shift (AN: trust me ... try it!) In order not to fall asleep and to pass the time, Arcee began to browse in the vast memory of the computer. She found old pictures of Cybertron, videos uploaded by the three teenagers, chemical formulas of Ratchet that had no sense for her, Optimus' historical research, Bumblebee's music files, Bulkhead's videos of car racing ... but her attention was drawn to a particular file, a file on which her name appeared. But she couldn't remember its existence. So she opened the details of the folder and noticed that it was datated in the evening of Optimus' return among the Autobots. The femme's optics widened when she saw the message sender diel: Airachnid. She clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. What could had sent that monster to the Autobot base? She lowered the volume to a minimum and, without hesitation, pressed the PLAY button.

The screen was filled with the SIC Decepticons' face. The femme had a cruel smile on her lips. Then the image expanded. Arcee didn't immediately recognize the place, but she recognized the mech who, a moment later, he entered in the camera lens: Optimus. And then the unthinkable happened: the next images showed Optimus kissing Airachnid. Arcee saw her leader's hands stroking the femme's frame. She heard her moans of pleasure while their bodies were moving on each other. Arcee desperately wanted to crush the OFF button but simply she could not.

She stood motionless in front of the screen, while the images continued to slide in front of her optics.

Many and various were the emotions she was feeling: sadness, anger, disappointment, frustration, hatred, awe ... envy ...

Even when the images gave way to a black screen, the femme could not think, could not speak, could not move. She wanted to scream. She had hoped, prayed, because her fears would have proved unfounded. But it was not so.

Optimus, his friend, his leader ... the mech who she would want to give her spark, all herself, betrayed her. Maybe not consciously, but she felt so: betrayed.

It was almost dawn and he knew that, soon, her fellow Autobots would enter the hangar. She didn't want seen by others so fragile, but she could no longer hold back the tears. Her world had just collapsed in front of her optics. And she had no choice but pour bitter tears.

Ratchet was the first to wake up that morning. He wanted to end research before the arrival of the Humans and headed straight for the main hangar. He wasn't prepared for the scene he found himself facing. The usual morning silence of the large room was substitute of two sounds somewhat weird: the static coming from the screen ... and the sobs of Arcee. And it was panic.

"By the Allspark, it cannot be ..." murmured the old doctor, as he knelt next to the femme in tears. A dark thought crossed his processors: she knows.

"What happened Arcee?" he continued, trying to keep up his composure.

At first, the femme didn't look up. She kept her face in the hands. But then she looked up. Tears were running down her cheeks.

"I gave him my trust... my very spark ..." she started to say between sobs "...and he destroyed it ...".

"Who?" asked the white and red mech.

"Optimus ..." said angrily Arcee.

Ratchet's eyes widened. The blue and purple femme stared at him and then at the big black screen.

"You knew?" said the femme getting up and staring at the doctor with wickedness "You knew ... and you did not say anything!" her voice rose "Ratchet ... but how could you?!" she was shouting now.

"Well ... I ... you know ..." began to sputter the poor doctor. The femme had no more patience. She turned and began to walk towards the quarters.

"Arcee ... wait!" called Ratchet, as he approached her "You have to understand... Optimus doesn't remember anything of what happened during those days on the Nemesis ... and he doesn't aware of this...thing" he paused pointing at the monitor "He would be destroyed ..." Ratchet continued, sounding desperate.

"And this should make me feel better?"said venomously la femme "Knowing that he does not remember that he fucked (AN: children: DO NOT READ!) Airachnid should justify him?".

"I'm not saying this Arcee ... but ... I think this is all a plan. That monster wants hurt you. And not just this: it is a way to undermine the integrity of our Team!"

"Well, guess ..." said the femme "She is succeeding ...".


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