Hey I'm back! I've been doing some soul searching and been rereading my stories and realized that I was actually I pretty good writer. So I will finish my stories so I'm satisfied with the endings and then retire. (For like two months.)
So here's chapter 3 of Sparkmates.
Optimus Prime was finishing up locking his work office for the night in Kaon while he was talking to his beloved sparkmate Elita One through their bond.
"You're coming home now right?" Elita asked through their bond as she walked through their house.
"Of course Elita, I'll be home before you know it," Optimus answered while sending warmth and love to Elita.
"Ok, I'll be waiting."
The pair stopped talking and Elita smiled, just receiving Optimus's warmth and love.
Optimus left his office and started to head home. As he did, Optimus felt like he was being followed. He turned around and felt a pair of arms grab him. Optimus struggled with his attacker for a moment. But his attacker hit a nerve in Optimus's back that caused his entire body to go numb. Optimus sank to the ground, unable to move.
Optimus's attacker was none other than Inkwell.
"Well…well…well," Inkwell said, "If it isn't the mighty Optimus Prime."
"What…have you…done?" Optimus stammered.
"Calm down, you'll live."
Inkwell grabbed an odd mechanism out of his pocket. He put it on his wrist and touched Optimus. The mechanism turned Inkwell into an Optimus look-alike.
"You ruined my life and the Bionics' plan to take over Cybertron. So now I'm gonna ruin yours. I think I'm gonna pay your sparkmate a little visit," Inkwell said as his voice began to deepen and sound like Optimus's.
Inkwell smiled and drove away leaving Optimus. Inkwell entered Elita and Optimus's house. Elita, not knowing what had happened, walked up to "Optimus" and wrapped her arms around him.
"Hey Optimus," Elita said sweetly.
The fake Optimus just smiled, not sure what to do. Elita just shrugged it off.
"I missed you. You were in meetings all day and you work so hard. I think you need to relax. I'll be right back."
Meanwhile, Optimus was beginning to regain feeling in his body. He began to stand up but sank back down because he still couldn't feel his legs. He had to warn Elita about Inkwell.
"Elita, can you hear me?" Optimus asked through their bond.
"Optimus, couldn't wait for me to change?" Elita said romantically.
"No Elita listen, the Optimus in our house is not me!"
"What? I don't understand."
"Elita, Inkwell has disguised himself as me and wants to hurt you."
"Ok I trust you're being serious now. What do you want me to do?"
"Stay away from him until I get there. I love you."
"I love you too."
The pair stopped talking and Elita sighed with a little fright. She locked the door to their bedroom where she was hiding and grabbed a blaster from underneath the berth.
Inkwell was getting impatient. Maybe Elita knew he wasn't really Optimus. He went over to the bedroom door and tried to open it. It was locked.
"Elita…sweetie?" the fake Optimus shouted through the door.
"Ummm…I'm not ready yet," Elita yelled, hiding behind the berth with her blaster cocked.
"You've been in there for quite a while now."
"You can't rush perfection."
Inkwell narrowed his optics and began to pick the lock on the door. Elita heard the rustling and tensed up.
Optimus gained enough feeling in his body to get up and walk away. He had to hurry and get to Elita before Inkwell hurt her.
Inkwell had just picked the lock on the door and opened it. Elita placed her finger on the trigger of the blaster. Inkwell saw this and decided to act.
"You don't want to do that Elita," Inkwell said menacingly.
"Stay away from me Inkwell," Elita shouted.
"Well then."
Inkwell lunged at Elita. She dodged him and ran into the living room. Inkwell jumped at Elita again and this time he didn't miss. He wrestled the blaster away from Elita and pinned her down. Elita thrashed around, trying to escape Inkwell's clutches.
All of a sudden, a hand grabbed Inkwell's shoulder and spun him around off of Elita. It was Optimus who had regained all feeling in his body.
Optimus and Inkwell rolled around on the floor fighting each other. Elita lost track of which Optimus was her beloved sparkmate. She grabbed her blaster off the ground and pointed it at the struggle. Eventually one Optimus emerged victorious. The other laid on the ground knocked out. Elita aimed her blaster at the victor.
"Elita, it's me," the Optimus said sincerely.
"How do I know it's you?" Elita asked.
The Optimus just smiled, wrapped and arm around her waist, and kissed her hard. Elita first fought it and aimed the blaster at his head. But then realizing it was Optimus, her sparkmate, she stopped fighting, dropped the blaster, and went limb in his arms as she kissed back.
After a few minutes, Elita and Optimus stopped kissing. Optimus still held Elita and stroked her hair. Elita looked into his optics and touched her forehead to his.
Inkwell began to stir. He sat up and held his head. Elita walked over and grabbed the mechanism off his wrist. He immediately turned back into himself.
"An appearance shifter, stolen from the weapons vault days ago," Elita said aloud, "Inkwell, you are under arrest for robbery, assault, battery, and many other charges."
In a matter of minutes, Inkwell was in handcuffs and lead away to prison. Optimus held Elita tight as Inkwell was led away.
After everyone had left their house, Optimus turned to Elita and kissed her as hard as he could. Elita began to moan and Optimus shortly after.
"Optimus, what are you?" Elita asked as Optimus picked her up.
"I'm sorry about this mess Elita," Optimus replied.
"You call this a mess, I call it life."
Optimus smiled and carried Elita into their bedroom.
I kinda like that quote. "You call this a mess, I call it life." It's very true. Anyway in the next chapter, a tragedy will occur to our two sparkmates and it may end the story forever!