I'm afraid, *upset sniffle*, that this is the last update for about a week D'=! (You're all probably thinking "thank Primus for that, crazy betch is gone" XD). Thank you to Corevil, TheLoveDov and TheSuperiorVision for reviewing! Written whilst listening to Bring Me To Life by Evanescence, No Man's Land and Duel of the Fates by John Williams. This chapter's quite short, too, sorry =|. Anyway, hope you enjoy!


Twilight yawned, onlining her optics. She felt that same split-second of worry that she always did when she awoke and found herself alone. Rarely did Cyclonus wake up before her, but she knew there was nothing to worry about. She sighed, standing up and stretching, making her way to the energon dispenser.

She waited for the cube to fill up. The dispenser was slower than usual as their energon supply was running low. She yelped in surprise when strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her into their owner's chest. Twilight rolled her optics when Cyclonus chuckled in her audio.

"Sorry, love, didn't mean to scare you." She faked a growl.

"That's exactly what you meant to do, you fragger." He laughed, picking her up - which elicited another yelp from the femme - and carrying her to their berth. Lying her down and then laying by her side, he smiled.

"Galvatron gave us permission to take today off."

'So that's why he was up so early.' She rose an optic ridge.

"What's so special about today? It's not some sort of anniversary I've completely forgotten about, is it?" He chuckled at her bluntness.

"No, love, don't worry." She sighed.

"So Galvatron's allowed to be in on it but I'm not?" Cyclonus rolled his optics.

"Yes, because he needed to know why I wanted time off. You're not allowed to know because it's a surprise." She pouted.

"I hate surprises." He laughed, sitting up and pecking her forehead.

"I hope you don't hate this one. Now, I have to go, I'll be back soon." She sat up, still being somewhat uncharacteristically sulky.

"So I'm not allowed to know why we have the day off, and now I'm confined to our quarters. You're a horrible mech." He rolled his optics, leaning forward to kiss her. But she kept moving away, a teasing smirk on her face-plates the whole time. He growled possessively, pinning her to the wall and kissing her. She sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck. As he pulled away, he smirked.

"I'm still not telling you." She huffed, still pouting.

"Fine. It had better be good." He winked at her, leaving the room. She rolled her optics, giggling and shaking her head as she lay down on their berth.

"Primus, and people wonder why I love you."


Cyclonus knocked on Soundwave's door, bracing himself. The communications mech answered straight away.

"Cyclonus." That emotionless tone never failed to send shivers down the SIC's spinal cord.

"Soundwave." The navy mech's expression may have been hidden by his visor and mask, but Cyclonus could tell that he wanted to know what the second in command wanted.

"I need your permission to do something."


Okay, since I'm feeling very generous, I'm going to hold a competition. Anybody who can guess correctly what Cyclonus is planning can have a one-shot off of me to do with whatever you want (within reason), because I may be losing my muse and I want to make sure that I don't. But there are rules, my dudes and dudettes, which you can find on my profile. Anyway, hope you enjoyed!

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or any of the characters I use in this story, apart from Twilight.