His burning red optics stared down at the green and black femme, boring holes into her armour. He smiled vilely and laughed hauntingly,

"He loves you, Emerald!" he taunted as he reached down to her and plucked her from the ground, his mocking tone piercing through the night, shaking me to my spark and sickening me horribly. It was me! I was horrified as I looked down upon the scene unfolding before me like a snake unwinds itself, readying for the moment when it strikes.

"And you love him!" The femme was so small, a sparkling, and she trembled in Megatron's grip, whimpering. I felt sick with hate and fear, I could feel palpable envy and hatred building up inside the warlord's spark; I couldn't explain it. I was already horrified but what came next, more so. Megatron brought her closer to his face and whispered ever so slightly,

"He loves you…." As he powered up his cannon and shot the small femme. Pain ripped through me like several daggers rips through its target with intense presicion.

And, once more, everything disintegrated…

I jerked awake, putting a hand to my head.

"Did that seriously just happen?" I asked myself

"I don't know, did it?" I jumped; it was Optimus stood in the doorway. He walked over to me and sat beside me on the berth.

"How long were you stood there for?"

"Long enough to see you wake up like that." I stared at him, puzzled, "you were muttering and stuff in your recharge. I came in to see what was going on." If I were human, I would've been cringing by now.

"I had a nightmare." I said, Optimus raised an optic ridge.

"Wanna tell me what it was about?" he said, putting his large hands over mine. I sighed.

"Ok. Well, I was looking down at a weird little scene and Megatron was stood taunting and heckling a sparkling femme. I then found out it was me when he said, "He loves you Emerald!" and he reached down and picked me up. Then he said "You love him!" Then he whispered so very quietly, "He loves you…" then everything disintegrated."

I looked up from my lap to see Optimus kind of, staring at me, frowning.

"Optimus? Are you ok?" I asked concerned. As if he was under a sort of spell his gaze snapped from me to something else.

"No, I'm fine. I'm just worried about you is all."

"Optimus? What did Megatron mean out there yesterday? During the battle?" Optimus shifted almost uncomfortably on the berth.

"I think he meant that you love me and I love you." He said quietly, knotting his fingers together. My spark nearly missed a beat. They way Optimus said "I love you" almost sounded like he meant it!

"Oh." I was itching to say "Do you?" to him but I figured it would be a bit awkward if I said it and it turned out he didn't. He then turned and looked at me directly in the optics. My circuitry metaphorically melted; his optics were so gorgeous!

"Emerald?" My spark began beating pretty damn fast.

"Yeah?"

"Has anyone ever told you that you have beautiful optics?" He scooted a little closer to me as I stared at him, almost with my mouth open.

"Uh... not before, no." I mumbled, at a loss for words. He was seriously implying my optics were beautiful? I was slightly startled as he put an arm around me and held me close.

"I have a question for you now Emerald: is it true that Megatron said you love me?" He said ever-so-softly into my audio. I closed my optics and buried my head in his armour.

"Yes" I found myself whispering back. It was true; I did love Optimus, he was just so perfect in every way I could think of. He was strong and noble and willingly to take shots or die for his troops. He was so commanding yet so kind and gentle at the same time. He would help the others and I in times of need or distress. And, above all, he was soooooo damn fit, even as a robot. He was like an angel that had descende from heaven, I could picture him with great feathery wings, soft to the touch but could reach flying speeds of that of a falcon, possibly even faster. His deep blue optics, bluer than the Circassian* Sea from Greek mythology but he was no myth; he was wonderfully real. I was so happy right now I felt like I was floating in space, walking on clouds, lying on the softest blanket in the universe. I could sense his spark rate increasing by the second as he leaned ever-closer to me.

"Thought so," he said as soft as snow, "because I love you too." and he wrapped me into a hug with his huge arms encasing me, protecting me from the evil things, and he bowed his head closer to mine.

'He's not? He is! He's gonna do it!' I thought dreamily and excitedly; I'd never kissed anyone in my entire life! I lifted my head up to meet his...

And he kissed me

A/N *pronounce as "Sir-casshian" It's from Ancient Greek mythology for those who don't know!