Optimus was tired. He was tired of being the topic of war between two femmes. It was obvious (or should be) who he loved with all his spark. He didn't understand why Arcee would wail to him about him not loving her, or why Airachnid would try to wedge herself between him and Arcee.

He was nothing special, not truly. Any special trait he had, he owed it all to the Matrix of Leadership that thrummed happily in his chest. He gave his chest a foul look. The Matrix was never fought over by a couple of rabid femmes!

Rabid mechs, on the other servo...

At that moment, Bulkhead graced him with his presence.

"Sir, Arcee and Airachnid are-"

He stood up, expecting a fight, so he practically dribbled transmission fluid when Bulkhead continued.

"-on patrol. Together. And it is going well."

Optimus raised an optic ridge at him. Then he checked his internal calendar. No, it was not the first of April...all was well. Or, it was supposed to be. Airachnid? And Arcee? His Arcee? Were they functioning correctly?

Bulkhead nodded when he voiced the last question. "Ratchet checked them out when they said they wanted to patrol together."

Optimus nodded and he slowly walked into the main room, which only had Bumblebee and Ratchet, but they were talking back and forth about the latest development of Arcee and Airachnid.

"I cannot believe it...Arcee and Airachnid are working together?"

Ratchet nodded at Optimus' question. "They're playing nice so far."

He rubbed his helm, and he dared to smile. "I cannot believe this..."

"There must be a reason," Bulkhead said as he crossed his arms.

They didn't have to wait long to see the femmes because they walked in and purred a greeting, which might have been normal. Except their arms were wrapped around each other as if they were sisters.

"Everyone, I'd like you to officially meet someone from my past," Arcee began as she purred. She looked over at Airachnid and she pushed at her shoulder. "You tell them."

"No, you tell them."

Optimus stared at them in surprise. The little tomboy he had grown to love was acting like a sparkling. What was going on?

Arcee and Airachnid gave up their bickering and they looked at the team. Arcee spoke first. "Airachnid and I are knitting our old ties back together."

Bulkhead raised an optic ridge while Optimus frowned as they giggled.

Airachnid finished for Arcee, launching into a story. "Long ago, before the war of Cybertron, a mech and a femme fell in love and they gave birth to a femme, who was kidnapped away from them by a scientist. They never saw her again."

Arcee piped up. "Then they tried again, and they had another femme, and they kept this one safe from the scientist."

Optimus had a servo in front of him, his index digit moving between the two femmes as he frowned in concentration. Two femmes...one went missing...scientist...

"Stop keeping us in suspense!"

Arcee hugged Airachnid. "This is my older sister, formerly known as Aleta-One."

The mechs in the room stared in shock, then their optics dimmed, rolled back into their helms, and they fell backwards.

The base rattled when Optimus fell.

Airachnid smiled.

Arcee giggled.