She didn't exactly know how she ended up being at Megatron's mercy. It also might have had something to do with Smokescreen vanishing into thin air. She felt defeated once again, like it was her fault that Smokescreen was gone. After all, she'd already lost two partners she really cared about. The thought of Cliffjumper made her sigh, retracting her guns.

Megatron lifted her head with the tip of his dark energon sword. "I'd slice you in half, but I need you to deliver a message."

Arcee glared up at him with her blue optics, "And what would that be?"

"Tell Optimus that if he wants this relic, he's going to come get it himself."

Arcee didn't like being told to do something, especially from a decepticon. She was grateful that Megatron didn't just rip her spark out, but all sudden, she felt nothing but rage. So this is what Cliffjumper must've felt like when he was at Megatron's mercy. You either follow his orders, or die. Which she would've guessed, he didn't.

"I don't follow orders from a decepticon." Arcee silently cursed herself for saying that, scrap.

Megatron glared down at her, "Excuse me?"

She clenched her fists and yelled, "You heard me! After everything you've done, I will never forgive you."

"I never asked for your forgiveness, dear femme." He removed his sword from her chin but kept optic contact. "I've spared your life more times than I have with Starscreams."

"Well that's your fault, not mine."

The warlord gave a deep chuckle, "Would you rather me change my mind?"

Arcee suddenly felt weak, almost like she couldn't move. Something made her point her guns at him, backing away slowly. Her com link was being interrupted so she wouldn't be able to call for a ground bridge.

Megatron stood straight, he gripped his sword tightly in his right servo and started walking towards the femme.

"You think you can take me down all by yourself?"

"It'd be worth a try." Arcee fired her guns at his chest plate, while running towards some old ruins. Luckily, she was able to fit inside since she was a small bot, Unlike Megatron.

Arcee stopped firing, now running directly towards the ruins. She also forgot that Megatron was at least ten times bigger and faster than her.

She had almost reached the entry, before having a giant claw-like servo wrap around her. Her body was slammed against a pillar, sending vibrations throughout her whole body. She gripped her side where it hurt the most, only to find that she was leaking energon.

"Scrap." She knew it was a bad idea. Why did she have to be so stubborn?

"You can run, but you can't hide."

A giant shadow casted over her and she tried moving away, only to be pushed down again.

"You are a bold little femme, aren't you?" He growled. "Maybe next time you'll listen to me and I won't have to hurt you."

Arcee looked up at him, despite the pain shooting through her side. He bent down on one knee, lifting her up off the ground and holding her close to his face.

It had been a while since she was this close to a mech. Although, she had to admit he was very muscular which made it difficult for her to not down. Even his glowing red optics didn't look as terrifying.

"You always have to make everything so difficult." He grumbled. Arcee looked down in embarrassment. Maybe if she got lucky, a ground bridge would open and they wouldn't come through. Even though Optimus respected her decisions, this was a stupid one, and she knew it. Thinking that she could take on Megatron by herself, instead ended up getting hurt. She had a feeling Ratchet would be yelling at her later.

Megatron thought she was a beautiful femme. Sure she could be stuck up, but that didn't bother him. She was smart, and had common sense, but also in distress since both of her partners had been terminated. He almost felt sorry, but at the same time he didn't. Those mechs didn't deserve her.

He held up an energon cube, and she gently took it from his servo. She quietly thanked him, before gulping down the much needed energon.

He studied her optics. How they were blue, and how they had a lavender tint. She truly was the most beautiful femme he'd ever met even though she was an autobot and a two-wheeler.

Her face grew hot, and being this close to a handsome evil warlord didn't help. She promised herself she would never fall for a decepticon, but damn. Who said it was against the rules? Oh, right. Optimus.

She sat still in the palm of his servo, glancing at him every few seconds.

What was taking so long with that damn ground bridge? Thank Primus she wasn't dying or anything.

It was an awkward couple of minutes before Arcee actually felt her fans kicking on from the amount of heat in her faceplates. Not even ten minutes ago she hated this mech with her guts, and now she was a blushing mess. What do humans call it again? Hormones?

"Arcee..." The leader growled softly, sending chills up her spine.

"Megatron."

Arcee softly pressed her dermas against his. She let out a low moan, his thumb massaging her back.

They both heard a ground bridge open next to them, with Ratchet and Bulkhead coming out. Arcee let out a gasp and pushed him away.

Ratchet nearly lost his mind and Bulkhead ran back into the portal yelling for Optimus. Arcee walked up to Ratchet and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Arcee, please tell me you're not having an affair with-"

"What! No, we were just uh..." She looked back at the gladiator, who smirked and gave the hand motion "Call me later".

"Ratchet, we'll discuss this later."

"Optimus is going to be pissed."

"I know."