Nine Months Alone
Chapter Nine
Till The End?
What I thought wasn't all
So innocent
Was a delicate doll
Of porcelain
When I wanted to call you
And ask you for help
I stopped myself
- Gomenasai - t.A.T.u.
The atmosphere was piercing as the two Autobot's optics made contact. It could have been Bumblebee she could have seen. Optimus, even Ratchet! But it was Bulkhead who entered the hanger. The tension grew denser as time went on. Arcee's optics glanced to the floor. If only Bulkhead could just quickly walk out of the hanger and just leave her alone... Avoiding each other was the only option to cease any high pitched verbal barbs. If she had a choice to be facing Bulkhead or a battalion of charging Decepticons, facing the former enemy looked more probable to survive.
"Hi."
The Wrecker's voice echoed through the room. He sounded like he was shouting, even though he only spoke normally.
"Hey."
Her glance shifted towards the ground, his stare like a ray of death. If only he would just walk away already... There was enough damage, could they just stop it so they wouldn't have to tear the whole base apart? Her hormonal bouts alone could do the job, but that was another story. Out of all the time she took to redeem herself with the Autobots, whenever she was around Bulkhead, all her work was in vain, no matter what she did to gain back their trust. She didn't want this... She loved her late significant other with all her data grains, and the prices she paid were many. And it had to include the loss of her brethren, a hefty sacrifice she had to make. But did it have to drag on this long? Why couldn't it just end already?
"About what happened the past few months..." Bulkhead broke the silence.
He was finally being diplomatic. Out of all the spite and the rage, he would be the one to raise the white flag. He finally gave up...!
"Honestly, I'm still hurt about you being with a Decepticon. What they did to us... What they did to Cybertron. They're the reason why we lost our home, they're the reason why we're on a planet that doesn't belong to us. If you knew what he did to our kind, to others we knew... I just can't see how you could be with someone who could do all that."
"But Earth is our home. And there are no Autobots or Decepticons. There's just the Cybertronians. We're one."
The silence seemed to sting Bulkhead's mouth. Arcee had more to say.
"Optimus once said... even the Decepticons have capacity for change. Doesn't that mean we Autobots also have to change? If we don't let go of indifference and don't change the way we view things, the war might as well be still going on. There might be losses, harsh and terrible, but there's always tomorrow to come around and fight. There will always be new worries and troubles. I'm not going to press my feelings any further on the matter, but I'm moving on. For the future, and my child."
"I... I am try to move on. I know the war is over. I'm only talking to you about this because I don't want all this to be all we remember when we look back on the old days... and Miko also talked me into this, but Arcee... As your fellow solider and Autobot, I'm begging you... After all I've done, please forgive me. I know I've said some nasty things, but please... I'm so sorry... Say something, please, anything...!"
Arcee's optics suddenly got a tad wider.
"... My lubricant just broke."
As the news crossed Bulkhead's audio receivers, his jaw just about dropped to the floor.
Note*~
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I was thinking of writing some oneshots with the sparkling after it's born but I don't know if I should make them bonus chapters on this story, or make them a separate story on the site. Love to hear your suggestions. ^.^
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