Celia looked at the sunset, Helia sprawled across her lap.
Petting her feline symbiote, she considered the drastic changes her life undertook in just two weeks.
From a fading human lost in the burden of an impossible promise into a femme commander of a Primal Guard unit.
There had been some awkward situations, including Ratchet ensuring they had appropriate protection for off-duty activities.
The lecture on how Cybertronians really produced sparklings had shattered all their fantasies. None of the methods mentioned in fandom and fanfiction were even close to the reality.
It didn't stop her teammates from giving the real method several dozen tries among the Ark crew, once Ratchet released them.
Pleasure was pleasure, regardless of flesh or metal.
"If ya think taa hard, yer processor will melt," Jazz sat down next to her.
She smiled, "Not at the current levels."
"Thinking on yer home?"
She looked at him through her visor, "Just on the differences two weeks make. I've accepted the most cruel thing about all this, so it is merely comparing the two lives, until the old fades."
"Cruel?" He prompted.
"Martha didn't live long enough to join us here," she said softly.
"If she's anything like ya, we'd have Optimus banging helms with her," Jazz chuckled, "Though ya would be the peacekeeper."
"Perhaps," she turned to him, "Thank you."
"For what?" He asked.
"I know it was the information from the fangirl meeting that helped Optimus call Annie and get her there. If you hadn't been the slick saboteur we know and love, he'd never known to do so."
"Ah'm only sorry Tyler turned out ta be a Decepticon. Ya didn't deserve that."
"He chose," she started slowly, uncertain of where she was going, "to be that way. I should have known the stab in the car was just the start of his path rather than a childish impulse. He caused our parents death and tried to blame me for it, though he had a taste for pain. He didn't stop with their deaths, merely, hid it better. In a way he became the saboteur, striking out at what he deemed enemies. I just was too soft-sparked to realize it before it got too late. If you hadn't come into my life, I'd be slowly wasting away and he'd have a ton of money to celebrate my passing."
Jazz smiled, "Ya changed that, didn't ya?"
"All my money and items go to the foundation Martha set up, BigRig's Bash. Perhaps it will help fans stop tearing each other down and instead have conversations."
Jazz leaned in, "Ya are getting money here. What are ya going to spend it on?"
"Know any fantasy or science fiction fandoms where women and girls need a little support against aggressive men and/or boys?" She asked with a grin.
"Blaster and meh can get ya ta the right place," he stood up, "Want ta help meh pry Prowl out of his office in return?"
"He already finished his work," she smirked at Jazz's nonplussed face, "It helps when you have someone doing a quick check then immediately return a report to the mech dropping it off if there's missing information."
"Did ya do that ta get him out of the office, or…?"
She smiled, "Perhaps I can convince one or both of you to enjoy an off-duty activity?"
"Is that why the other femmes turned meh down?" Jazz's smile widened.
"They went after their favorites, Jazz. As you should recall, only one of us mentioned you and Prowl in that regard. Besides," she shook her helm, "that stack of work Prowl had wasn't easy to sort through."
She stood, Helia sliding to her paws before leaping down to the Ark's entrance.
"Should Ah be worried about ya other two favorites?" He asked as they walked down.
"I doubt they would want to enjoy such activities after I unleashed my unit on them," Celia looked over at Jazz, "Though, I wouldn't be oppose to teasing Starscream a bit."
"Not Soundwave?"
She shook her helm as they walked inside the Ark, "I respect him enough not to tease him in that way. Besides, Thundercracker mentioned he didn't need matching parts to consummate a bond."
"Ah don't mind if you want to start with meh," Jazz laughed, "Only Ah got my optic on another fer a long term commitment."
She nodded, "I understand. Would this mech happen to have a hard time leaving his work on his desk to relax?"
"Perfect shot. Let's go get him," Jazz danced down the hall.
A whisper made her pause and look back out the entrance of the Ark, scanning for the origin of the voice.
Frowning, she found nothing, so she shook it off.
However, it sounded suspiciously like, "Teasing: Agreeable."
Proceeding into her new home, she knew her family were safe and happy.
In life, that is all she needed.