The Trechercon Commander, Electra, examined her 59 foot tall, freshly washed and waxed silver, purple, black and red form in a makeshift full body-length mirror with discerning rose colored optics. She smiled with approval for a moment, an expression that did not cross her faceplate often, and then frowned. Why was she bothering to make herself presentable? She placed her right hand on her left arm mounted cannon and stroked it, lost in thoughtfulness. The commander within her wanted the body presentable, as to why, even she wasn't sure. The internal child hurt so long ago trembled in fear within her as if in anticipation of what the Decepticon Commander, Galvatron, may do if he did take the presentable form incorrectly. A internal battle began. He'll hurt you like they did. Don't allow it to happen again, please. shakily pleaded that innocent young voice within her, knowing this could invite what had happened so long ago. The Commander took some heed from the warning, but none-the-less had her own opinion, If I do not face him, I will fear his kind all my life. They can't all be that way. Nonsense! They're all the same, each and every one. Most hide it so well that by the time you realize what is on their mind, it's too late to say no! So, once he's got you where he wants you, he'll do what he will until he gets bored with you! the child wailed, as if in agony. Listen, he wouldn't know the first thing about how to do it. the Commander pointed out, then admitting to herself that it was a cop-out and not a valid argument. Be as that may, he can still damn well fumble his way through it! He's got power beyond imagining, he'll do exactly what they did to me, to us. Can't you see that? the child pleaded. I recognize that fact, but I find him intriguing. We're so alike, he's my equal in every way. If he wants me, he'll have to overpower me first. Besides, I've heard that they love it when you fight back. the Commander stated truthfully. Gods! You're a fucking slut after all! the child screamed. I am not a slut! the Commander fired back. Are so! the child retorted. Am not you little, sniveling coward! the Commander yelled.

"Electra?" came Galvatrons' voice. His hand rested on her shoulder, snapping her out of the internal battle.

"Oh... is everything set?" Electra asked, turning toward him and away from the mirror.

"Quite. Now then, where did you wish to go?" the silver and purple form asked.

"Go?" she queried, a bit taken back that he also had cleaned up and to say the least was as impressive a being she ever laid optics on.

"You seem a bit distracted, Electra." Galvatron pointed out.

"I am, my internal voice warns not to trust you." Electra stated.

"But what do you think?" he asked.

"I think I must do this for my own sanity and well being. I couldn't battle a male Autobot if I feared him, now could I?" she queried.

"True. Come, I have a place in mind." Galvatron said and gestured toward the door.

"You do, do you?" Electra said, the door automatically slid open as she stepped near it.

"Ladies first." he said.

"I am not a lady, I am a warrior." she growled.

"Together then?" Galvatron queried.

"Together." she nodded.

Sometime later.

"This is the spot. Remove your cannon and I'll remove mine." Galvatron said.

"What kind of fool you take me for?" Electra demanded.

"That's fear talking, Electra." he said.

Electra grumbled something under her breath and removed her cannon, making sure he did the same.

"Put it here." he said, placing his on a pile of rocks. Watching him like a hawk, Electra did so, "Now follow me." he said and walked off. She hesitantly followed, risking to take a backward glance at the weapons only resulted in her finding herself in Galvatrons' waiting embrace.

"What are you doing?" she demanded.

I warned you. the internal voice said.

"Holding you. Do you feel fear?" he asked, almost sounding sincere.

"Yes." she replied.

"Face it, understand it, conquer it." he said.

Electra concentrated, turning inward to fight the fear. As the fear shrunk, a new feeling grew. Then she was free of her fear, she found how strange it felt to be without it. She locked her gaze on Galvatrons' red optics. The new feeling flared, she wasn't sure what it was, "I fear no longer.

However, I feel something else now."

"Like what?" he asked.

"I'm not sure, it's foreign to me." she said, as he released her from his embrace, a sudden need for his continued touch made itself known within her, "Galvatron, wait." He paused, fighting a feeling just as foreign and strong. He tried to logically explain it away, but it wouldn't leave him. "You feel it too, don't you?" she asked as she turned him about and pulled him into her embrace.

"I feel nothing." his voice was shaking from uncertainty.

"You're lying to me, I see it in your optics." she said, her voice softening from the realization of what may happen next.

"No, I don't want to feel this. I.. do not.." he said, his voice faltering somewhat.

Electra smiled at him, her cerebral circuits flew through stored images of human television in search of what to do next. She found what she sought and then kissed him. Galvatron responded in kind, so unsure of the feelings he now experienced, but somehow knowing that it was right.

EPILOGUE: After considerable soul searching, among other things, it would be some months later that twins were produced. Electra told Galvatron that she would relinquish her command, since she felt that the twins needed to be raised away from the war, and expectantly added that she wished him to help her. Galvatron agreed. Now the ugly part of this decision was at hand, telling their warriors.