Hi everyone! I know it's been awhile since I last updated, but I was focusing on my newest story, Life's a Gas for awhile. As I said in my last chapter, there will be a time jump so I don't bore everyone and I can move my story along. Anyway, on with the show!
Quite a few months had passed since Elita began recovering her memory. She had remembered quite a bit in that time, but she still didn't remember her bond with Optimus, or that she was commander of the femme contingent on Cybertron. She didn't even remember she was a femme warrior!
Optimus had taken to spending every moment he could spare with her as she slowly regained her memory. Sometimes they would go for walks in the woods as they had on their first "date" on Earth, sometimes they would go for long drives, communicating via comlink, and sometimes they would just stay in his quarters and drink energon and cuddle on his huge sofa. Of course, Optimus stole his share of kisses, not that Elita minded! He and Elita had gone to a secluded beach, where they could remain in their bipedal forms without worrying about being seen. Elita had been rather tired when they returned, and decided to recharge early. Optimus had escorted her to her quarters, kissed her goodnight, and (reluctantly) returned to his own quarters. He was sitting at his desk reading a data pad that Prowl had left there. On it was a report regarding Sunstreaker and Sideswipe's latest prank. He noted Prowl had given them three days brig time, signed off on the report and placed it on the finished stack on the desk. He was about to pick up another pad when the perimeter alarm sounded.
"DECEPTICON ATTACK! REPEAT! DECEPTICON ATTACK! ALL AUTOBOTS PREPARE FOR BATTLE!" Red Alert screamed over the loudspeakers. Optimus barreled out of his quarters only to see Elita standing outside her door, a frightened look on her faceplates.
"What's going on, Optimus?" She yelled, so as to be heard over the screaming alarm.
"The Decepticons are attacking, Elita. Go back inside and lock your door. Don't come out until I come and get you. You will be safe inside."
"Please stay with me, Optimus! I'm frightened!" Elita begged, tears shining in her optics.
Optimus pulled her close and kissed her softly. "I'm sorry, sweetspark, but I can't. I must lead my mechs into battle. I will return soon. Go inside now, Elita. I love you." He gave her one last look before running toward the base entrance and the battle without.
The battle was fierce! It seemed that Megatron had brought all the Decepticons to the battle. Ironhide, in his typical fashion, was fighting three 'Cons at once. Bumblebee had his servos full with Ravage. Every Autobot was fighting at least one Con. High in the air, the command trine, Starscream, Thundercracker and Skywarp flew in formation, peppering the Autobots below with laser fire with each pass. Optimus was busy fighting Megatron, and both were dealing the other staggering blows, mixed with blasts from their respective cannons.
Meanwhile Elita paced about her quarters, her emotions alternating between fear for Optimus, and fear of the battle itself. She could hear every laser blast, every grunt of pain, every shouted command. She had to do something, but what? She couldn't just stay here and let Optimus get hurt, or worse. She made up her processor. She was going to help somehow, even if Optimus got angry with her. She would deal with the repercussions later. She left her quarters and sole across the hall to Optimus' quarters. After entering his pass code, (he had given it to her months ago) she went to his berthroom and found a small Ion pistol she knew he kept there. Checking to see that it was fully charged, and the safety off, she left his quarters and raced for the base entrance. After leaving the relative security of the base, she hid behind a large boulder and prepared to fire at the first Decepticon that ventured too close. Just then Dirge landed in front of her. Elita took careful aim and shot, hitting Dirge in the shoulder. Dirge yelled in pain, and looked around him, trying to figure out where the shot had come from.
Optimus had a sudden feeling Elita was in danger. Summoning all his strength, he punched Megatron as hard as he could, sending him flying. Megatron hit the ground with an enormous thud, and lay still, too dazed to get up right away. Optimus took a moment to look around, forgetting Megatron for the moment. He saw a brief flash of pink far to his left and realized Elita was outside, in the middle of the battle! He saw Dirge, at the same instant Dirge saw Elita, and both raised their weapons to fire; Optimus on Dirge, and Dirge on Elita.
"Elita, get back inside, NOW!" Optimus thundered, firing at Dirge. Unbeknownst to Optimus, Megatron had recovered from the punch, and seeing Prime distracted, fired his fusion cannon at Optimus, hitting him in the middle of his back, near his spark chamber. Optimus screamed in pain, and fell to the ground and lay still, deep in stasis lock.
"OPTIMUS, NO!" Elita yelled, running toward him. Prowl, having seen the whole thing, ran over to his fallen leader, intending to protect him until Ratchet could get there, and also to protect Elita.
"Your course of action was quite illogical, Elita. You are unable to fight. Logic would dictate that if one cannot fight, one should not be in battle!" Prowl said, shielding her as he and Ironhide drove Megatron away from them.
Just then, something snapped within Elita. Prime's Ion pistol long forgotten, a scaled back version of his Ion blaster appeared in her hands from her subspace. "Prowl, I'll cover Optimus and wait for Ratchet. You need to take Ironhide, Mirage, and Hound and Distract the 'Cons with one of Hound's holograms. Mirage can sneak around and strike from within their ranks. And for Primus' sakes, send someone to get Sunstreaker and Sideswipe from the brig! We need them out here!" Elita barked out.
"If you don't mind, I'll give the orders around here! Prime has entrusted command to me should he ever become unable to command, himself. It would be highly illogical to allow a femme to command a group of mechs!" Prowl said, feeling rather miffed.
"Understand this, Prowl! I am the commander of the femme contingent on Cybertron, and as such, I outrank you. When I am here, I will assume command as Prime's mate, and second only to him! Now get moving, mech! We have a battle to win!" She looked over to see Prowl standing there, right optic twitching.
"Don't you dare glitch on me! Snap out of it! The Autobots need you!"
Prowl looked as if he had been slapped for a brief moment. Recovering quickly, he snapped to attention. "As you wish, commander!" He turned, sharply saluting Elita, and went to put her plan into action.
Elita stayed right by Optimus, firing her blaster at any 'Con that dared get too close. Finally, Ratchet arrived and began working on Prime. Elita looked around to see a sudden flash of red and yellow, as Sunny and Sides joined the battle, whooping with glee. It wasn't long before the Decepticons retreated, and Ratchet, Prowl, Sunny, and Sides carried Prime's still form into the base to continue working on him. Elita followed close behind, watching their every move.
"Alright, if you're not in danger of off lining, GETOUT OF MY MEDBAY!" Ratchet yelled. "I can't work with you all standing around in here. That goes for you, too, Elita!"
"I'm not going anywhere, medic, and nothing you can say will change that! He has stayed by my side, helping me through my memory loss, and I will stay by his side!" Elita growled.
"Fine, you can stay, buy please stay out of my way!" Ratchet grumbled angrily.
Elita sat by Prime's berth, holding his servo as Ratchet worked feverishly to fix his injuries. Finally, after many hours, Ratchet wiped his servos on a cloth and gathered his tools to clean them. "I've done all I can, but he's still deep in stasis lock. He could awaken tomorrow, or it could be awhile. It's too soon to tell yet. Get some recharge, Elita. You need to rest after the long battle today." Ratchet said.
"I'm not going anywhere, Ratchet. I already told you that. I can recharge right here by Optimus, if you insist, but I am NOT leaving him!" Elita stated firmly.
Ratchet sighed deeply. "All right, Elita, but at least let me pull another berth beside him so you can lie down. No need getting stiff joints from recharging in a chair" he said. After pulling a berth over next to Optimus and making sure Elita was lying down, he turned to leave the medbay. "Stubborn femmes!" he grumbled under his breath.
Whew! This is the longest chapter I've ever written! I hope the battle scene was ok, as I have never written one before. Well, Elita has recovered the rest of her memory! YAYS! This story isn't over yet, so don't worry! How did you like this chapter? Please let me know. I love reading your reviews! By the way, thanks to everyone that has reviewed so far. I forgot to mention it in the beginning.