I hope you don't mind this scene being a bit on the lengthy side. It's the moment that you guys (or at least a few) have been anticipating.

Warning: Fluffiness

Jen: 18


Jen has been acting weird lately, Cliffjumper noted. Naturally she has her quirks and habits just like the rest of the Ark occupants do. But this was beyond what the red warrior was use to. It wasn't just the fact that she was acting strange, but the fact that the dark blue eye woman was only acting abnormal around him!

He remembered when he met Jenifer for the first time. Cliffjumper had assumed at first that she was one of those shy types. Not that Cliffjumper really cared, but he admit that he was curious about the organic that stumbled into their lives with no choice in the matter. He was even more amused when Jen went red in the face after calling him a chibibot. At that moment she reminded the minibot of his mold brother, Bumblebee.

Cliffjumper was careful around the dark blond, while making his observations, and though he didn't really mind Jen at all, Cliffjumper was unused to fact that someone actually seeked him out for company. It was the only time the minibot felt slight wariness around Jen. Cliffjumper was use to approaching his fellow Autobots and joining them in whatever they were doing. Whenever somebody approached him instead, they never stayed long due to the fact that Cliffjumper had that natural wariness thinking that they want something of him. But whenever Jen approached with that 'I come peace' aura about her, she literally hung out with him. But gradually Cliffjumper got use to that and unknowingly welcomed her in his little circle. There were a few people whose company he did enjoy and Jen was now one of them. Though naïve and occasionally oblivious, Jen was a loyal friend. And in turn, Cliffjumper was loyal back.

Through the months their bond of friendship grew. Sure there was the occasional squabble between them, especially where Drift was concerned, but the warrior could never stay mad at her for long. Granted, Jenifer never knew about Drift's past life as a Decepticon, but Cliffjumper got almost fearful whenever the white mech was near her. He didn't want Drift near her for his paranoia nagged at him that the ex-con could turn on them at any minute. Primus help that white sword-slinger should he ever hurt his friend. Cliffjumper had lost people he cared about to the Decepticons, and he would not allow himself to repeat that.

The warrior never knew when his feelings for Jen changed. Perhaps it was that chaste kissed on his cheek when the minibot gave her that barrette. Though it really must have been when she was deathly sick after that accident with Noshe. Cliffjumper had always shown concern when Bumblebee or any of the others he was close to got a nasty wound from a battle and made sure they didn't exert themselves. But when Jen had that fever, Cliffjumper felt stressed. And it was during when she was recuperating that the minibot realized he was slowly starting to love her.

He kept on telling himself it was the love for a friend, or just a form of his natural possessiveness, but as Jenifer got older Cliffjumper knew that that wasn't the case. And now…

The minibot mentally kicked himself. They were two completely different species. Cliffjumper kept telling himself it was wrong for him to feel this was. There have been few exceptions of Cybertronians having a relationship with other aliens, and their species have never been shy about any love life, unlike the humans. It was not like Cliffjumper had never been in a relationship or took in some femmes for a night fling in the past. He guessed the main reason for his hesitance was that Cliffjumper promised himself to never be heedless again where his heart was concerned. A past lover made him the caustic, wary bastard he is today. He's always been a brute, but he never was as bad as he was now.

Jen…Cliffjumper will admit that she is dear to him. She was often an open book; no deep dark secrets existed because the warrior would know otherwise. Maybe that's why Cliffjumper liked her close to the start. She was a mix between Bumblebee and Bluestreak: Too kind for her own good.

Cliffjumper absentmindedly twirled his energon cube on the table, pondering. It all started last week when he was in the shooting range with Ironhide. Jenifer was behind them at a safe distance, just sitting and observing. He didn't mind. Cliffjumper actually liked showing off his uncanny ability with his guns.

Ironhide on the other hand did not like observers. Big Red took out a human size concussion blaster and told the woman that if she's going to sit here, she might as well learn how to use a gun. Jen almost dropped the gun that was handed to her.

"I promise the gun is not going to jump up and bit you," Cliffjumper had teased. He liked teasing her and giving her subtle hints at times just to test out the water with Jen. She would often smile, making the minibot wonder if she really got the message or not.

Before Ironhide could push her into a stall and turn all drill sergeant, Cliffjumper did Jen a favor and herded her into his. He knelt on one knee so he was closer to her height and set her up in the proper shooting position. "Stop shaking. A sparkling could handle these guns better than you can right now."

She had looked slightly insulted, but allowed Cliffjumper to put a hand under her arms to steady her aim.

The minibot smirked at the memory. Jen was so cute when she was flustered. Even after she had relaxed she was still blushing and wanted to leave after Ironhide had shortly left. Cliffjumper was confused with her behavior. At first he thought he might have did something to make her uncomfortable, but Jen didn't act fearful around him. After that, whenever Jen saw the red warrior she would blush and stay away from him. And Cliffjumper knew that fearful people don't blush, so it had to be something else.

Just then Bluestreak walked by his table. The gunner was another close friend to Jen, so maybe he might know what's up. "Hey Bluestreak!"

Cliffjumper resisted the urge to snort when the grey mech jumped at his name being called. Typical behavior for most mechs that Cliffjumper called out too. Yeah, the minibot had quite a reputation.

"Uh, Cliffjumper. What's up?" Cliffjumper almost never bothered Bluestreak, so the gunner was worried that he might of did something to offend the minibot.

Cliffjumper figured he might as well get to the point. "What is wrong with Jenifer?"

Now they grey mech looked more confused. "What do you mean? She's healthy. She's been acting normal, though I have noticed she's been really quiet. I thought she was ovulating at first, since, you know, she tends to act off. But then I remember that she had already ovulated this month, since Tracks now makes it his business to warn the Ark after that…" He stopped when the minibot started to look impatient. "What? You asked."

"She's been avoiding me," Cliffjumper sighed. "Sure she acknowledges me, but then blushes and runs off."

"It's only around you?"

"Yes."

Bluestreak had that aloof smile he makes whenever he starts to attempt a joke. "Maybe she's finally getting tired of you. Cause let's face it, you can be very exhausting." The aloof smile disappeared when the minibot started glaring at him. The gunner then took that as his cue to get the hell out of there before he offended the red warrior anymore.

Finally Cliffjumper decided he might as well google it. Within his processor, he surfed the web and listing the things that has been making Jen act weird. His optics flared when he found the answer. He almost thought the Internet was glitching. According to this one website on human behavior…

Jenifer was attracted to him.


The Ark's occupants stepped to the side when the fiery red minibot stomped through the hallways with a look of someone on a mission. Could it really be that the attraction Cliffjumper has of Jen finally be mutual? He had gone through many more sources to confirm that the behavior his friend was displaying was a sign of attraction. Now it was the matter of getting the gall to approach the woman and finding a place to sort this all out.

Cliffjumper found her in the med-bay doing some cosmetic work on Jazz. She saw who entered and gave a shy smile before turning back to the saboteur. Jazz noticed her behavior, and coolly glanced at Cliffjumper before a small knowing smirk formed. The minibot bristled at that for a second before cooling down. For his sake, and Jen's, he could not afford doing anything that can ruin this one (and possibly only) chance.

"What do you want Cliffjumper?" Ratchet had a wary tone in his voice. "You know how I feel about healthy mechs in here."

"I just need to speak to Jen for moment," he looked at Ratchet and the starting to get highly amused Jazz. "In private."

Cliffjumper shifted a bit under Ratchet's tense stare. The medic clearly studying him for any chance this could be a joke on him. "Fine."

"I should really finish Jazz up," Jen stated trying (and failing) to hide the fact that she was flustered.

"Naw," The saboteur picked her up by the scruff. "Don't worry about me. Hatchet will finish what ya started. I have a feelin' this is important." He set her on the floor and pushed her towards the direction of her best friend.

"But…I…" Jen looked back up at Jazz, and the saboteur gesture towards Cliffjumper with his head. His expression went a little serious and held a look that most likely said to her 'You better get your squishy butt over there before I make you.'

Once out on the hallway, Cliffjumper escorted Jen to a lesser-used area of the Ark. How was he going to do this? He turned to face Jen, whose eyes were ping-ponging between the floor and his face. "Jen?"

"Yes?"

The minibot put his arm against wall and slightly leaned against it, looking at Jen. "Uh…How come you've been avoiding me? Did I hurt you in some way?"

Her face suddenly looked horrified. "Oh no! You haven't done anything wrong! It's just that…I…I've been feeling…you've been making feel…" She glanced up at him. "You're my best friend. I just…I just didn't know how you would react if I were to tell you…I don't want you to push me away and have that friendship between us…gone."

"Jenifer…" He gently put his hand on her cheek and again she blushed a little. "I would never push you away. You…" Cliffjumper took in a breath. He might as well not beat around the bush. "I really, really, care about you." Again he mentally punched himself. Why did he say care?

He didn't know if she was aware of it or if it was a subconscious move, but Jen had move her hand to touch his that was caressing her face carefully. "Cliffjumper…" Her gaze met his. Instantly the minibot recognized the look in her eyes and knew.

Unable to kiss her, Cliffjumper knelt down and nuzzled her head, neck, and shoulder with his nose. Jen brought her hands up to bring his face closer in her hug. A relieved giggle came out of her as the minibot gave a deep purr that came from his chest. Cybertronians only purred to someone as a sign of extreme affection.

He gave a small groan when her hands demurely caressed his sensory horns. The warrior's one hand gingerly groomed the woman's dark blond locks, while the other held her at the waist, though she had no intentions of leaving any time soon. He placed a soft kiss on her head. Jen in turn gave Cliffjumper's lips a small peck.

"Primus Jen," he rubbed his cheek against her hair. "I've waited so long for this moment."

"How are we going to do this Cliff?" She mumbled in his neck. "This is going to be tricky with the size difference."

Cliffjumper gave a rumble and rubbed her back. "We'll think of something. Besides," he gave Jen his knowing smirk. "I like a challenge."


Cliffjumper didn't remember going to Ratchet or how he had convince the CMO to agree with the idea, but he figured his excitement must have caused his processor to fritz during that time. With the go-ahead from Ratchet, Perceptor installed a holomatter generator near the minibot's transformation cog. Cliffjumper was now able to produce a holoform!

Within his room, Cliffjumper activated his holoform. Black hair, stunning blue eyes, and he had a lean build. Looking at his reflection, the warrior rubbed his hair. For some reason he figured he'd be a redhead. It didn't matter. The important thing is it'll be easier to be with Jen and show her just how much he loves her without hurting her.

At the end of the day when he knew Jen would be off, Cliffjumper headed in the direction of her room. He knew the woman would normal stay in her room after a day where Perceptor could be exhausting, but he figured Jen wouldn't mind seeing him.

He knocked on her door and waited until she opened it and looked up at the minibot. "Oh, hi Cliff."

"Hey there lover," he chuckled when she blushed a bit. "I've got a surprise for you."

"Oh?" She closed her eyes as indicated only opening them when the Cliffjumper said so. When she did, Jen jumped back with a "Oh my God!" and would have fell over if it wasn't for the newly humanized arm of Cliffjumper to catch her. "Cliffjumper?"

He smirked. "You like? It's a holoform Perceptor installed."

Jen reached up to touch his cheek, hesitant that her hand might go through him. Once she realized he was all solid, her touch got more firm. It was when she was gliding on his shoulder that she brought her hand back. "Sorry."

Cliffjumper took her hands and rested them on his shoulders. "Hey, touch whatever you like." He leaned into her touches as her hands went up to his face and caressed his hair. Jen then put her arms around his neck. Cliffjumper returned the gesture by wrapping his arms around the small of her back. "I couldn't do this the other day." He brought his head down to kiss her.

He felt her tense for a spilt second before relaxing and shyly return it. The kiss was soft and chaste. After a moment, Jen broke up the kiss and rested her head on the warrior's shoulder. "You're a good kisser."

"You're not so bad yourself…for a first timer." Cliffjumper gave Jen a wink as she lazily glanced at him. He gave a small smile, his inner male instinct glad he was her first. This could work out.

That night, they both laid on Jen's bed talking about their day while giving the occasional kiss and nuzzle. Eventually Jen got tired and Cliffjumper soon found himself with a sleeping woman in his arms. Not that he minded. He grabbed for the covers and pulled it over them. He felt content with Jen in his arms.

They finally took that first step into their relationship. Cliffjumper knew that if he wanted this to work, he would have to take it slow. For someone who was impatient, he could wait. Cliffjumper already had her. And one day, when Jen was ready, he would claim her. He had no issue at all waiting to finalize their love.

Cliffjumper smiled a bit before closing his eyes and letting sleep take him.


Cliffjumper onlined his optics when his chronometer beeped. He moved his arm to find Jen, but did not feel her warmth. He shot up and looked around his bed. She was nowhere to be found. That's when he realized that he was in his own room, on his own berth. Slowly getting out of his stupor Cliffjumper realized that he doesn't have a holoform, and what happened on the shooting range never happened at all. It was all a dream. Since when did his kind dream?

He got off his berth and looked around his room, realization dawning on him. None of it happened. None of it had happened.

With a roar, Cliffjumper pulled his arm back and punched the wall leaving a good size dent.


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