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Even hours after the event, she couldn't believe it.

She had seen her daughter again. Something she didn't think was possible.

Arcee sat in the quarters she shared with her spark mate, her mind still reeling She couldn't get over how she looked. Despite what she wore, she still looked beautiful to her. Arcee recognized her daughter by two factors.

The necklace she wore around her neck. Only one of its kind had been made. This was done so they would be able to identify her when the time was right.

And…she had her father's eyes.

"Arcee?"

Arcee looked up at the sound of his voice. Optimus Prime stood before her. Concern written clearly across his faceplates. His hydraulics hissed as they always did as Optimus sat on the berth next to her.

"What is it, Optimus?" Arcee asked.

"I am concerned, Arcee," Optimus confessed, "You have been acting strange since you returned to base with Bulkhead and Bumblebee. Particularly when I decided that we have to bring the humans tomorrow."

"I just don't think it's the best idea," Arcee chose her words carefully, not wanting to give it away, "I mean, we just lost Cliffjumper to a Decepticon attack. How do we know it's not going to happen with the humans?"

"They would be in even more danger if they were left unguarded, my love. You know this as well as I do. Any attempt to protect them is better than none at all," Optimus reasoned, "Perhaps if you told me what happened out there…"

"I already did, Optimus!" Arcee cut in as she stood up and backed away from him, "I was patrolling around the town when I spotted Decepticon twins on my tail. I hid in plain sight and I was doing well until the humans spotted me in the car park. We rode around Jasper until we managed to land in that drainage canal. The battle went on, the humans managed to get to safety and it ended like that. There is nothing else to say."

"I know you, Arcee," Optimus rumbled, a knowing look flashing across his face, "You are hiding something from me."

Arcee knew that she couldn't hide this from him anymore. He had to know. Because she would be coming to the base tomorrow.

And she was his daughter as much as she was hers.

"She has your eyes," Arcee murmured.

At first, Optimus was confused. What did she mean by 'she has your eyes'? Then…it hit him. He only knew of one person that has his eyes.

And she happened to look just like her mother in every other aspect.

Hadn't Optimus already been sitting down, he was sure that his legs would have given out beneath him from the shock of Arcee's declaration. He knew that there was the possibility of them seeing her again since they arrived on the planet where they left her with another family almost 15 years ago. But he still knew that the possibilities were slim, since they weren't sure whether or not she was still in Jasper, Nevada.

Until now, that is.

"You…you saw her?" Optimus stammered.

Arcee only nodded, suddenly unable to form even a one-worded answer. Optimus glanced up at her fully, his optics unusually watery. Choking on a sob, he leapt forward and took his spark mate into his arms, planting multiple kisses on her head. The two-wheeler didn't hesitate to return his embrace, tears of joy spilling from her optics.

She wasn't willing to admit this. But in the short time they had her, Talida was a daddy's girl. She would be content by simply being carried around in her father's arms. She loved both her parents dearly despite the short time she was with them. But she had this bond with Optimus that no one would be able to understand.

"She's so beautiful," Arcee whispered.

"Love, you must understand that no matter how much we want to, we cannot tell her the truth about her heritage. She cannot know we're her parents," Optimus decreed.

"But, Optimus!" Arcee went to protest.

"Arcee, you must understand why we have to keep our relation a secret from her. The reason we left her with another family was to protect her from this conflict. You know what the Decepticons will do to her should they discover her existence. And I would rather die than lose my daughter to something I started," Optimus decreed.

Even to this day, Optimus still blamed himself for the war ever coming to be. Arcee knew this. There were times where Optimus wondered what would have happened hadn't Orion Pax spoken up that fateful day before the council. Megatron would probably be ruling Cybertron under tyranny and the fate of Cybertron could have possibly ended up being the same. The only difference between the two situations was that in this current situation, there were ones who were brave enough to fight the tyranny.

"Optimus, you know as well as everyone that you did the right thing that day. Hadn't you stood up to Megatron before the council, we'd still end up here. Actually, you might have died and I probably would have never been sparked. But most importantly, we wouldn't have had Talida. I'm mean, sure. Cybertron went dark and the war doesn't appear to be ending anytime soon. But…I believe that something the humans say is 'home is where the heart is'. And my home is with you," Arcee stated.

Optimus sighed heavily, something that he often found himself doing. In a way, Arcee could be a Prime herself if it weren't for her occasional rashness, desire for revenge and her many reckless actions in the battlefield. Whenever he was down, she knew what to say that would make him feel better in a matter of moments. Even if the feeling would only be temporary, the fact that she would try was all that mattered. If she failed…well…

There was always Ratchet and pounding Decepticons into scrap metal.

"I understand you not wanting to bring her to the base now that you told me. However, I can not take another almost fifteen years without seeing her," Optimus decreed.

"We're getting our baby back," Arcee whispered tearfully.

Optimus smiled himself as he embraced her tightly. He missed Talida as well. Maybe more than Arcee did. Seeing her again was certainly an idea they had difficulty wrapping their heads around. They refused to believe that it was real. Not until they saw her at the base themselves.

Arcee leant up a little, trying to get closer to his face. It didn't take Optimus long to realize what Arcee desired. So he satisfied her needs (mostly because he felt the same needs as well) and leaned in as well.

The kiss was originally meant to be short, chaste and sweet. However, with these two, short, chaste and sweet was never enough to satisfy them. The kiss quickly became long, fast, hot and heavy. Arcee inhaled sharply as they fell onto the berth, his body hovering over hers. Close. But not touching. It drove her insane.

"Open up, femme," Optimus growled against his neck cables as he sunk his denta into them.

Smirking, Arcee slowly ran her hand down her stomach as she reached for her lower plating. Optimus instead snarled and quickly pinned her hands above her head.

"Not there," Optimus rumbled, gazing at her chest plates.

Silently, they were thankful that everyone else had insisted on them getting soundproofing when they first moved into the base.


Short. Sweet. The kind of chapters I usually prefer, to be honest. You get them uploaded faster and you get more room to work with future plot points.

The next chapter should be up pending on when halo finds the time to write it. I'm not pressuring her. I mean, we all have our own lives and other stories on here (and other sites, in my case) to worry about. So please. Don't nag her. Don't nag me. Don't nag any of us. It'll be up when it's up.

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