By: Flyby Stardancer
flyby_stardancer@freeze.com
Author's Note: This
fic takes place between the episodes "Transmutate" and "The Agenda Part One".
Because of how this ends, "The Agenda" and pretty much all episodes that come
after it don't exist. Just so you know, the idea for this fic came to me in the
middle of the night while trying to get to sleep. I'm not sure what brought it
on, but I'm guessing it was because I watched "Bad Spark" so many times the two
days before… All dreams are from Blackarachnia's POV. Italics indicate thoughts
and bold italics are dreams.
Blackarachnia closed her optics
against the sight of winking stars on a black sky. She could feel powerful arms
holding her tenderly. Silverbolt… The wind whistled slightly as they
flew aimlessly. Or more accurately, as Silverbolt flew aimlessly, carrying
Blackarachnia.
The she-spider laid her head
lightly on his shoulder. She was so tired. Memories of the pain Tarantulas had
put her through during the time that their minds had been linked haunted her
through the night, making sleep nearly impossible. Slowly, with the rhythmic
lullaby of Silverbolt's spark-beat in her audio receptors, Blackarachnia
drifted off to sleep. In her sleep, she began to dream…
I am typing away at
my computer, hacking into Tarantulas's personal files. And not just any files.
The files on cyber links; how they work, how to install them, how to disrupt
them, how to destroy them, etc.
Suddenly a familiar sensation comes over me. I try
to turn my head, now wanting Tarantulas, who is now trying to control me, to
see what I'm doing. Unfortunately, he saw before my head twisted from the
monitor.
"Trying to find out how to sever the ling? I think
not." Pain shot through me as he was forcing my claw to reach out and delete
the files.
"No! Get… out… of my… head… Tarantulas!" Must…
fight… him…. Can't… let him… control… me… I manage to get some control over my
arm and claw. Not much, but enough so that my claw hit 'save' instead of
hitting 'delete'.
"No! You witch! You'll pay for that!" Pain like
nothing I've ever felt before ran down my spine and weaved itself through my
arms and legs. I try to fight it, to preserve some of my sanity. Just as it is
reaching an unbearable level, the scene suddenly changes. I am free of pain. My
mind is my own again. Freedom…
"You witch! You destroyed the link!" Uh oh.
Tarantulas is here, too. He advances towards me, weapons drawn, an angry glint
in his optic visor.
"I told you I'd be free!" I shout at him.
Tarantulas only get angrier. I back away from him until I feel the wall of the
cavern we're in behind me. Only now do I realize where we are. We're in that
cavern in Grid Arachis, the one that had supposedly been destroyed by the
Maximals.
Without warning, there is a shout. "Milady!"
Silverbolt flies into the cavern. How, I have no clue. The ceilings in the
hallways of the cavern are too low. He sees Tarantulas pointing his gun at me.
"Stand back, villain!" When Tarantulas does not respond to Silverbolt, he
tosses a feather missile at the tarantula. The missile hits Tarantulas in the
chest and sends the male spider flying into the wall, effectively sending him
into stasis lock.
"Silverbolt…" I murmur as he takes me in his arms.
Silverbolt
looked at the sleeping Blackarachnia. She was slightly restless, as if whatever
dream she was having disturbed her consciousness into a state of unease.
Silverbolt turned so that he was flying toward their usual meeting spot. The
sooner he got there, the soon he could wake her up so she could get out of the
dream that was causing her such distress.
Soon,
Blackarachnia began to calm down. She shifted slightly, snuggling closer to the
warm body of the Maximal and murmured in her sleep, "Silverbolt…"
The
fuzor smiled gently, tightening his arms around his beloved. He slowed his
flight. There was no urgent need to wake her now; the she-spider was sleeping
peacefully.
In
the distance, Silverbolt could see lonely, dark stones standing erect under the
pale, ivory moonlight. The dark, smooth water near the pillars was like a
mirror, winking back at the stars.
The
Maximal lazily glided toward the dark, sandy beach by the water. Gently,
Silverbolt set down, tiny whirl winds of dust were scared up by his powerful
wings.
Blackarachnia's
optics slowly fluttered open. She had been awakened by the absence of the
steady up and down motion of the fuzor's wings. The she-spider leaned more
heavily against her companion before slowly sliding to the ground.
"Thanks
for the ride, Jojo," she whispered, pulling him down with her right pincer for
a thank-you kiss. As their lips touched, Silverbolt's arms encircled the black
widow's waist in a warm, loving embrace. Meanwhile, her other pincer went
behind his neck, holding the fuzor to herself. Blackarachnia's right pincer was
trapped between their bodies, but the female Predacon did not notice. The only
thing she was aware of was the soft caress of Silverbolt's mouth over hers and
the flames spiraling through her, igniting emotions who's depths and
intensities scared the Pitt out of Blackarachnia.
Slowly,
was if not wanting the moment to end, the female spider pulled back, releasing
her hold on the Maximal. "I guess I better get back before ol' grape-face finds
out I'm gone."
"Blackarachnia,
please, come back with me. Join the Maximals," pleaded Silverbolt, his optics
full of love and concern for his love.
"I'll…
I'll think about it, Bowser," she said, remembering her dream. After quickly
kissing the fuzor on the cheek, she transformed into beast form and scurried
away, her black coloring causing her to blend in with the inky night.
Silverbolt
sighed, then transformed as well. "You may not realize it yet, but you belong
with the Maximals, milady." Blackarachnia hear him, but did not respond.
What does that
dream mean? It was
the same night and Blackarachnia lay on her cold, lonely metal bunk, thinking
about her earlier nightmare/dream. I
could have beaten Tarantulas on my own, so Silverbolt's being there must have a
reason. Why him and not someone else? Maybe it's because I was being carried by him at the time, or maybe there's a deeper, more
meaningful reason. Why would I think of him of all people? It's not like- No, I
can't lie. Not to myself, anyway. There's something about that Maximal…
Something that makes me love him… Wow! Wait a cycle! I love him? Where did that come from? Well, I guess it's true. I do care about him more than I'm
comfortable with. The
female Predacon sighed heavily and turned silently on her other side.
What do I do now?
If Megatron found out I've been sneaking off to spend time with a Maximal, it
would give him just the excuse he wants to slag me. But I don't really want to
stop seeing Silverbolt. I know what he would say if I went to him for help
figuring this out. 'Why don't you join the Maximals? You wouldn't have to worry
about Megatron, and we could be together.'
He may have a
point, though. If I did decide to joining the Maximals, I could work on my
machines and experiments in relative peace. I wouldn't have people bellowing as
loudly as the please twenty-four seven. Blackarachnia sighed again. Then it's decided. The Maximals have it better than us Predacons. But
what about me? Should I stay with the Preds or defect to the Maximals?
Blackarachnia
rolled onto her stomach, oblivious to the fact that she was at the edge of the
slab of metal she called a bed.
Well, it would be
nice to be able to see Silverbolt everyday, and without having to sneak
anyplace. Primus, what am I thinking?! I'm a Predacon! Predacons care only
about themselves and power!
Then how do you
explain Dinobot's behavior? Came the she-spider's voice of reason. He was a Predacon, too. Look at what he did. He sacrificed himself to
save the human race. That shows he cared about people besides himself. And
there's no way he gained power from that! Does that mean that Predacons don't
always care only about themselves and power? She closed her optics. If Predacon behavior doesn't always follow the
stereotype, then wouldn't the same be true of Maximals? Not all Maximals are
kind, trusting, and generous? Well, Rampage is an example. No person who
followed the Maximal stereotype would ever have changed him into the psychopath
he is today. I guess I would have just as much chance fitting in with the
Maximals as the Predacons, if I ever chose to join them.
Should I join the
Maximals? Well, let's count the reasons for. One, two, and three. Reasons
against. One. Well-
"Oof!"
Blackarachnia had tried to roll onto her other side, and had rolled right off
her bed. "Stupid slagging bed!"
That's it! I've
had enough of the Predacon base, the Predacon rules and Predacons in general!!
When I see Silverbolt tomorrow, I'm telling him I'm joining the Maximals. And
I'm leaving here now!
With that final thought, the female ex-Predacon stormed quietly out of her
former base.
Silverbolt
sighed as he looked at his solemn reflection in the water. The light seemed to
dance as it was reflected off the slight ripples cause by a passing breeze.
"It's
dangerous out here," came a whispery, feminine voice behind the fuzor, who
turned around quickly.
"Blackarachnia."
The she-spider gazed at him with deep emotion spilling from her optics, and the
fuzor knew something had changed.
Slowly,
her optics still locked with Silverbolt's, Blackarachnia stepped forward and
placed her mouth against his. Surprise gripped Silverbolt at first, for the
female spider had never been one to initiate a kiss like this, but it soon
melted away and the bird-dog wrapped his arms about hir waist, kissing her back
with his whole heart.
Blackarachnia
pulled back and her gaze searched her companion's once more. "I love you…" she
whispered, her voice husky with emotion. Then, before Silverbolt could say
anything, she leaned forward and her lips captured his again. Sweetness,
coupled with inviting heat, flowed into her, making her joints go weak and her
concious mind dissolve into nothingness. Blackarachnia's dark optics slid shut,
allowing her other senses to take over.
The
early morning sun beat down upon the sand, and in the distance a hawk called
out as it circled in the first thermals of the day. But the two transformers
paid no heed to either of these. They
were focused solely on the other, on the feelings they inspired in each
other.
After
a few cycles that had somehow stratched into eternity, the two broke apart,
breathing heavily. Blackarachnia finally took notice that her arms had, in some
way, moved so they wrapped around the fuzor's neck.
"Beloved,"
murmured Silverbolt. "My love…" He kissed her cheeks, her nose, her
still-closed optics, her forehead, then back to her mouth. The female spider's
spark seemed to soar on imaginary wings. He
loves me! He truly loves me!
This
time when they pulled back, Blackarachnia's optics openned. Her gaze locked
with the deep, sun-yellow gaze of the Maximal's. They stood there for some
time, just letting their sparks, their true selves, communicate through their
optics.
"Silverbolt,"
she said, "I… I want to join the Maximals." Silverbolt's face lit up in a
smile. His arms around her waist tightened and he lifted her up in the air. He
spun her around in his delight, and she began to laugh. This laughter wasn't
like her normal laughter. It was free and pure as the mountain spring water, not
her usual cold, hard cackle.
She
was still giggling slightly as Silverbolt set her on the ground, and that's
when he noticed it. Where the insectiod Predacon symbol once decorated the base
of her throat, the Maximal symbol blazed yellow against a black background.
Silverbolt
leaned forward and his mouth claimed that of his beloved's. Her arms encircled
his waist and the fuzor dragged the moment out, not wanting to stop kissing
her.
Soon,
all too soon for either of them, reality intruded and they parted unwillingly.
Silverbolt slipped an arm under Blackarachnia's legs, this other arm sill about
her waist, and lifted her up. The black widow's arms went around his neck as
she snuggled comfortably against her beau. the fuzor smiled gently at her, then
jumped into the air, and spread his wings in the same fluid movement.
