Hold Me Closer

Chapter 7 – Nothing

Author's Note: I very sorry for the delay but chapter 7 is finally up! YAY! I give you extra cookies for waiting:3 This chapter is inspired by 'Nothing' by The Script and there are a few lines in the chapter :)

This chapter is written by me and NeonEyes :)

Check her out... not literally..

Optimus' POV

Never had Optimus seen his best friend so low. Since Chromia had left him, Ironhide was broken. The first few days were the worst. Ironhide would lock himself in his quarters and cry himself to recharge. Defiantly not like him. But now he won't say anything. He stopped crying but he also stopped smiling and laughing. Half of his spark was gone. Now wonder he is acting like this.

Ironhide's POV

"Aww c'mon 'Hide! It'll be fun!" Jazz pouted.

"I'm not sure Jazz. I-" Ironhide sighed sadly, "don't... urm feel well.."

"It's only one night. I guarantee ya'll enjoy it." Blaster exclaimed. Ironhide pinched the bridge of his nasal ridge. Jazz, Blaster and Trailbreaker had been trying to persuade him to come to a night club with them.

"Fine! Fine! Anything to make ya guys shut up!"

They cheered in victory and Ironhide couldn't help but give a short, sad smile.

Later on ~

The air at the night club was hot and sweaty with a sweet scent of High Grade. The seating booths were filled up with drunk and jolly mechs with grins etched on their faceplates and their hungry gazes fixed on the waitress'. Most of the femmes were serving High Grade but some were performing erotic dances in 'revealing' outfits.

Blaster grinned. "Now this is what I'm talking about!"

Trailbreaker chuckled softly at his friend's reaction.

"Hey guys, over 'ere!" Jazz called over from an empty booth. The mechs made their way over and took a seat.

"Can I take your order?" an attractive femme with a data-pad asked.

Trailbreaker answered, "One Medium Grade and three High Grades, please."

She left them a sweet smile and left to get their drinks.

"Medium Grade?" Jazz asked.

Trailbreaker shrugged, "Got surveillance tomorrow. What can I say?"

The waitress came back with four neon – coloured energon drinks. She placed a neon green High Grade in front of Ironhide, a neon orange High Grade in front of Jazz, a neon blue Medium Grade in front of Trailbreaker and a neon yellow High Grade in front of Blaster.

"Would you like anything else?"

"Yeah," Blaster smirked, "You."

The femme blushed lightly. "I'm sorry but I'm only a waitress."

Jazz and Trailbreaker chuckled as Blaster pouted but no before stealing a glance at her aft as she walked away.

Ironhide smirked at his friends and took a swig at his High Grade, warming his throat and clouding his processor. He offlined his optics, tilted his helm back and sighed in pleasure.

"Better?" Jazz asked.

"Much."

The four mechs fell in silence whilst sipping their energon, listening to the pounding music and watching the femmes dance on stage.

"This is the life," Blaster exclaimed, " Unlimited supply of the best High Grade on Cybertron, incredible music and-" he grinned evilly, "-surrounded by gorgeous, sexy femmes."

Ironhide swept his gaze around the club. He had to admit, the femmes here were pretty and good looking but none were as amazing as his Chromia.

Chromia..

Oh how he missed her. His faceplates fell into a frown.

WACK!

"Ouch!" Ironhide rubbed the back of his helm and looked at Jazz, " What was that for?"

"Stop it. We're meant to be 'aving a good time! Now drink up and relax."

3 Hours Later

Ironhide took another huge gulp of his High Grade. Primus knows how many he's had. The four mechs had moved their way out of the booth and to a table, in front of the dancing femmes. Blaster was currently attempting to chat up the waitress from earlier whilst Trailbreaker was getting another round of drinks. Jazz would now and then check out some of the femmes but he would never betray his mate.

As it got later, the femmes started to down from their stages and perform lap dances on drunk mechs. Blaster had finally got his waitress to dance for him... that's after he begged on his knees. The music was louder than ever and the room was darker than earlier.

Ironhide was sat at a table struggling to keep upright. Out of the four amigos, Ironhide had had the most High Grade. He was looking through his memories with Chromia.

He loved her. Every part of her. The way she would smile at him. Hug him. Touch him. Kiss him.

Was he better off dead? Better off a killer? They say he was better off now than he ever was with her.

But her singing voice. Dear Primus. He swore his spark his spark melted every time she sung. Ironhide could still hear her voice sometimes..

The red mech was taken out of his thoughts as a purple femme plopped herself onto his lap and started touching him up. Ironhide immediately stiffened and grew tense as she roamed her servos over his frame.

"Relax.." she purred quietly by his audio receiver. But he couldn't. Ironhide started fidgeting. The femme continued to explore his protoform, tickling sensitive wires. Then anger grew inside of him. Only Chromia should do this to him.

Suddenly Ironhide shoved the femme off his lap and into a table with drinks on. The energon cubes smashed on the floor as the femme fell, cutting herself on the sharp edges. Wide, fearful optics stared at Ironhide as he stood up. He felt a servo on his shoulder. He looked around only to find Jazz.

"Calm it 'Hide." Jazz said softly. But Ironhide couldn't contain the anger boiling in his circuits any more. He stumbled to the exit and escaped into the cold night air.

They all think I'm crazy but to me its perfect sense..

Then he did the only thing he could do.

"CHROMIA!" Ironhide shouted.

"'MIA COME BACK PLEASE! AH NEED YOU!"

He felt his friends behind him, holding him back.

"Ironhide stop it! You need to calm down!"

The red mech shrugged the servos off him and continued shouting.

"PRIMUS CHROMIA, I NEED YOU!"

Then an idea came to mind. He activated his comm link and set it to Chromia's frequency.

"Chromia, ah know your there. Babe ah need you.. ah need you so much. Ah still love you 'Mia, more than anything."

Ironhide waited for a response but all he heard was nothing...

Chromia's POV

Chromia sat hugging herself, crying quietly as she heard her mate. She disconnected the call and layed down on the berth. The berth where she and Ironhide had made love many times. Chromia offlined her optics and cried herself into recharge.

Author's Note: Sorry there wasn't much of Chromia's POV. Also in the next chapter there won't be much of her POV but there will be a lot in the chapter after that :D R&R 3 Much love.