Nano-klik = 1 second

Klik = 1 minute

Cycle = 1 hour

Solar-cycle = 1 day

Lunar-cycle = 1 month

Deca-cycle = 3 weeks

Stellar-cycle = 7.5 months

Vorn = 1 year

Meta-cycle = 13 months

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She was about to step out from behind her cover when suddenly the autobot turned to face her hiding spot. Turbo froze, hoping she had not been seen. She could just see as the autobot suddenly smirked, pulling out what appeared to be a remote detonator. "Hope you enjoy she show bounty hunter" he said, as he set off the detonator.

Panic and fear swelled up inside Turbo as a massive explosion went off in the direction the bot had just come (in the direction Lockdown was coming from). She couldn't control her next actions as she shot out from behind her cover. "LOCKDOWN!".

…

Turbo stood watching as the flames slowly died down, spark in her intakes. She felt tears threatening to spill from her optics.

"Well, well. Such a pretty femme. Wasted on a bounty hunter like him" Shockblast chuckled a she approached the shaken femme. "When you could be having fun with me" he finished, as he drew closer.

Turbo recovered as the autobot came within arm's length. She slowly turned her helm to face the bot, optics hard and unforgiving. "I'd rather offline autobot" she answered as she drew her rifle up and firing, hitting him square in the shoulder.

The autobot roared as he stumbled back. "We little glitch" he growled dangerously. He darted forward, ripping the rifle from the femmes grasp. He studied the weapon closely, smirking as he did. "This is a beautiful rifle" he stated as he turned it in his grasp. "I think I might just keep it" he finished.

Turbo fumed at the autobot, who did he think he was? First he tried to offline her partner, now he wanted to take her weapon. Not gonna happen. She had finally had enough of this prick. She finally snapped, roared in pure rage as she launched herself forward – taking Shockblast completely by surprise. She slammed her body weight into the larger mech, causing him to drop the rifle. She then kicked out, catching him in the chest – sending him reeling back.

The autobot chuckled as he watched her lose control. "Anyone ever told you you're beautiful when you're angry?" he asked, as he dodged another kick. "And I do believe you are now down a partner… I could always fill that position" it didn't take a genius to work out what he meant.

Turbos' optics widened as they darted to the (now nearly non-existent flames), she couldn't believe this bot. He had just (possibly) offlined her partner, and now he's trying to woo her. NO WAY IN THE PIT! She snarled dangerously as her wrist blades shot out from her forearms. She shot forward, shoving one of them into the autobots abdomen.

Shockblast was taken by surprise as he looked down to where her blade had entered his abdomen. He moaned as the pain hit him. But this didn't deter Turbo. She pulled her blade from him before shoving it back in again, not caring about the energon spirting from the wound over her frame.

After a klik or so she finally stopped her assault on the bot. Looked down at the damage she had done. He lay on the ground, energon leaking from multiple stab wounds. His energon tarnished the ground as well as her own frame – wrist blades included. She retracted her blades as the autobot spat up more energon. "Are you gonna finish me then?" the bot asked, servo resting over the worst of the wounds.

Turbo approached him – picking up her rifle as she did, rage still pumping through her frame. "No" she started as she stopped above the autobot, mounting her rifle on her back. "I'm not a murderer" she finished as she punched him hard enough to snap his helm to the side – effectively knocking the bot into stasis. She then slipped a pair of stasis cuffs on him (making sure they were set on high).

She once she was sure the autobot was secure, she shot to her pedes running towards the explosion sight as fast as her legs could carry her. She raced around a rock formation and towards the burnt, charred ground up ahead. She scanned her optics over the ground until she found a black and green lump on the ground. She raced forward, dropping to her knees before the downed hunter. "Lockdown" she whispered, as she rolled him on to his back – his helm in her lap. She noticed that he had very little burns on his frame, so he had avoided the initial blast. She looked down to notice a large piece of shrapnel protruding from his chest. Grabbing it, she ripped it from his chest and watched as energon welled up from the wound. "It's alright. Everything will be ok" she said more to herself that to the bounty hunter in her lap.

She opened his chest plates to reveal even more damage. Energon lines – running both to and from his spark chamber – were severed, causing energon to pool in his chest. She acted quickly as she grabbed and twisted energon lines, ensuring no more of the precious liquid could escape. "Please Lockdown" she as she twisted the last energon line. "Please be ok".

…

Turbo sat in a chair next to the med berth the other bounty hunter currently occupied. After managing to get her partner and the autobot back to the ship, she had commed Tarn requesting immediate medical attention, which they were happy to oblige. They had not only sent a medic to repair the black and green bounty hunter, but had also sent two soldiers to retrieve the autobot scum.

The femme now sat watching over her wounded partner. Having not left his side in over 2 and a half Solar-cycles. She refused to leave him, except to refuel – only when she desperately needed it – just in case Lockdown needed her. She leant forward to stroke the hunters' helm with her servo, allowing it to stop on his cheek. She rubbed his cheek with her thumb as tears began to slowly fall from her optics. "Please don't leave me" she whispered, as she placed her arms on the berth next to his prone form. She then leant down to rest her helm on her folded arms.

…

Turbo realised she must have fallen into recharge – though she didn't know when – as she was roused by a large servo caressing the back of her helm. She mumbled tiredly as she slowly onlined fully. "What's this fem? Who said you could recharge on the job?" a deep, charismatic voice met her audios.

Turbo shot upright, back struts aching in protest. She turned to the source of the voice, and had to reset her optics. "Lockdown" she stared at him in complete disbelief, reaching out to touch his shoulder – just to prove to herself that this was real. "Your online" she said, as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, being careful of his healing chest plates.

Lockdown was shocked by the femmes' movements, though he told himself she was just worried. After finally recovering from his surprise, he answered. "Of course fem. Takes more than that to keep me down" he wrapped his arms around her back, his hook resting on her hip while his servo snaked its way up to be able to rest at the base of her helm. I'll never leave you fem.

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Hope it's good. Trying to evolve their relationship without rushing it. Please review and let me know what you think.