Summary: Flamewar has studied Arcee and EVERYTHING about her for many years. When she crash lands on Earth, the Autobots take her in. But little do they know that she is a Decepticon in Autobot armour who is actually stalking Arcee. Will Flamewar be able to kill Arcee and take over her life or will Optimus stop her from leading his secret love to death?
I apologise for not updating this story. But yet I have time to update Awakened Drama? How pathetic am I? Oh well, I apologise anyways.
Is it just me? Or is this story nearly complete? To be honest, I started typing this story on Word and I began this back in – would you believe it – 2012?! And now, here we are with only one chapter to go. I'm gonna cry! Please, read this while I go grab some tissues * runs off *.
Carly: Aww, poor Authoress!
Bulkhead: Yeah, oh well. Here's the second to last chapter!
Slowly, but surely things were turning back to normal. The same kind of normal before Flamewar even came to base. Everybot monitored Arcee, making sure she had someone to talk to and have around since she had been wanting to talk to Optimus only. But the Prime had a duty to attended and so he got them to make a schedule of when they could visit her. Even the humans got involved with process, joining their guardians whenever they could.
Everyone was in the main room today because today was a special day. It was the day where Arcee would finally came out from the Medical Bay and finally start training to get stronger all over again. It had been two weeks since her kidnapping and Arcee had grown slightly weaker. But everyone knew that it wouldn't be long before she was back to the warrior femme she was.
"Ready Arcee?" Ratchet asked, making sure she was okay and good to go.
"As much as I'm gonna miss you and your taking care of me, I'm afraid that I miss my own berth," Arcee answered sadly as Windswept stood beside her.
"Just be careful 'Swept. I do not want those wounds to reopen again!" The medic yelled at the femme who slowly got Arcee onto her pedes.
"Gentlebots and humans, I present: ARCEE!" The mechs had smiles on their faces when Windswept walked through to see them with Arcee slowly behind them, trying to get used to her footing.
However Arcee slipped, causing Bulkhead to grab her waist before she could fall. Arcee smiled at him in thanks as she made sure she was standing okay before she could speak. Windswept saw Optimus watching and she knew he was feeling some jealousy inside.
"It's good to see you partner," Jack smiled, "Maybe later on we can go for a drive?"
"I'm sorry Jack, but Arcee needs to rest as well as becoming her stronger self again. I'm afraid that is a lengthy process and it could be more than a week before she's off taking you to places,' Ratchet explained with a sad tone in his voice.
Jack's smiled turned, "Ohh, I guess I'll stick with riding with Smokescreen. Mom understands what's going on so she doesn't mind."
"No offence to either of you, but I though Optimus banned you two from hanging out?" Miko asked with a puzzled look.
"I offered to take him home, but I suppose he doesn't want to be seen on the back of his girlfriend's motorcycle like some trophy or something," Windswept smirked, listening to a couple of the mechs and the humans chuckled. Then she patted Smokescreen's chassis teasingly, "And since he's a sports car, he's 'apparently' the perfect vehicle to take him everywhere."
"Oh, why thank you!" Smokescreen bowed with posh accent, "I had no idea I was so flattering to you, dear femme!"
Windswept elbowed him in the helm, sending the mech into the wall before him. Once he fell to the ground, he looked up and saw the smiling faces of everyone except Optimus, who was keeping a straight face through all his teams fun. The rookie sighed, "Maybe not so flattering."
"Come on 'Cee, lets start some training," Windswept decided as the two walked away down the hall. Once they left, everyone began returning to their normal duties, including Optimus who decided that tonight was going to be a special night. Despite Ratchet's protesting.
Hours had gone by and during the training, Arcee found it difficult to keep up with Windswept, even deciding to just slip to the ground in a way to dodge her attacks. This was just start of a long process that Ratchet had talked about and Arcee wasn't looking forward to any of it.
So after the training was announced as finished, Windswept helped Arcee to her room since the femme had worn herself out. When Windswept placed Arcee on her berth, the blue femme sighed.
"It's good to be home," she sighed.
"I hope I don't scare you or anything, but we cleaned up the mess Flamewar made when she stabbed and your Energon came out."
Arcee held back a shiver, "T-Thank you. It's nice to see that people care."
Windswept smiled, "Hey, any time. You know that we're always here for you. Never doubt that please!"
"I won't." With a yawn, Arcee laid onto her back, her optics opening and closing, "It's late 'Swept. Thank you for everything, but I kinda need my rest. You don't mind do you?"
"Of course not. Night Arcee," Windswept smiled once more as exited the room, leaving Arcee to fully close her optics.
She screamed as the Energon poured out of one of her scratches Megatron had inflicted upon her. The pain was too much, she needed to get away. The cuffs pinned her to the berth as Megatron scarred her further, a deep wound now on her leg. She saw the mech laugh as he took away the knife, setting it upon a tray beside the femme.
"You know, you are such a pretty femme," Megatron purred as he ran a hand down her stomach, "It'd be a shame to just leave you here and not do anything about it.
Arcee was horrified at his words, "NO! Please don't!"
"My mind's made up."
Arcee succumbed reluctantly to what Megatron did. The experience was painful because she hadn't been with someone for a while and Megatron was a taller and bigger Cybertronian than the first few times. The first time was just an ordinary frag with no feelings. But what Megatron did was painful and it rippled through her. Why was it Arcee who was always the target of Decepticon actions such as these? It scarred her deeply.
When Megatron was done with her, he picked up the knife and aimed it at her stomach.
"Ready for more torture Arcee?" Megatron asked with a purr evident in his husky voice, "For Optimus."
Arcee never got to answer as the knife slashed through her once more, a scream echoing through the Nemesis med-bay...
Arcee awoke with a scream, sweat pooling on her berth. She gasped and breathed in and out like a normal human would do, trying to calm her heated up systems. By the time her systems were calm and relaxed, her optics were wide and her actions were quick. There was no way she was going back to recharge.
With a groan from her systems, she got up and headed for her door. When she opened the door, the lights in the hallway came on one by one. Arcee looked at them with a bizarre look as she began walking down the hallway. She looked at the rooms on the either sides of her. Ratchet's, Bulkhead's, Smokescreen's, Windswept's, Bumblebee's and then Optimus Prime's.
She stood in front of his door, sighing and looking at the patterns on it. Well, she would be looking at them if there were any. Her fist was shaky as she knocked on his door three times. She didn't need to knock again as Optimus appeared, opening the door. His lips were in a line but his face expression was welcoming.
"Arcee? Shouldn't you be resting?" He asked with a rumble.
Arcee couldn't help but feel tingly when he rumbled her name. She smiled and looked up to him, "I couldn't sleep."
"Oh, would you like to come in?" Optimus asked as he moved so that she was able to walk in.
The femme nodded and slowly made her way into his room. Not much was really in his room: only a berth along the side on the left, a desk in the right corner with a small lamp on it. And beside her on the right was bigger lamp, lighting up the room.
"I'm surprised you're still up. I would have thought you would be in deep recharge."
"I was thinking the same about you, Arcee." Optimus closed the door and motioned the femme to have a seat on his berth. He watched her take a seat. His berth was quite big – it wasn't right for a small femme such as Arcee to be sitting on it.
Optimus walked over to his desk to, but Arcee didn't like the idea of him so far away from her, "Optimus, I don't bite. You're welcome to sit beside me." She even patted the seat beside her.
Optimus couldn't fight the urge and he slowly moved to her, his systems creaking and groaning when he bent to sit. Arcee chuckled to herself as he finally relaxed on the berth. He looked at her curiously, but he didn't ask why she was laughing. In fact, he cherished it.
"Arcee, is there something wish to discuss?" He asked as she sighed and looked to the ground.
The femme shuddered, "I think so, but I'm not sure if I want to..."
Optimus knew what she wanted to speak about, "When you're ready, Arcee."
Slowly, Arcee told him how the events happened, how Flamewar came and stabbed her, how she entered the Nemesis, the torture and the incident from Megatron. She told him everything and when she had finished, tears flowed freely, covering her face in her servos.
Optimus was enraged on the inside. The way the Decepticons treated her – no femme should've been through something so disturbing and so painful. Ever. He held the femme gently as she let her emotions out.
It was a good few minutes before the tears subsided and she looked up at Optimus with sparkling optics and a sad smile, "Thank you Optimus, for everything."
Optimus failed to notice himself moving to her lips, "Any time, Arcee. Any time."
Arcee watched as he moved close, pressing his forehead to hers. Their servos found their cheeks as they stared at each other with pained optics. The war was bringing them together and neither one wanted to fight the tension any more.
Arghh, what a bummer aye? Me stopping it right at the perfect moment! Oh well, this is a T Rated fic, not M Rated. I was just making sure I wasn't getting carried away with anything. Hmmm, maybe a should've thrown a kiss in there.
Anyway, the epilogue should be up soon, if not later. So I'll see you then. BYES!