Trigger warning. Mentions of past self-harm in the chapter. ((See end of chapter for more notes))

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Blackarachnia sat alone in her berth room. How could she have let him get so close? And worse, why didn't she make him back away. Sighing slightly she offlined her optics. She hadn't let a mechanic get that close to her since Optimus. The clenched her denta at the thought of that mech. She loved him. And he abondoned her. He didn't even bother to look. She clenched her servos as she felt the urge to cry. She dug her claws into her arm, spilling some energon out of the newly formed cut.

"Are jou all right?"

Suddenly filled with shock she sat up and snapped her head in the direction of the voice. There she saw Blitzwing. She grit her denta angry for allowing herself to show sadness in front of him for the second time.

"I'm fine."

It was an empty lie and he knew it. Blitzwing's spark was hit by a slight wave of sadness and guilt.

"Don't lie to me." He retorted. His voice sympathetic and firm.

Blackarachnia was slightly taken aback. Could it be that he cared? She looked at him. In his optics. There was sympathy there. She cast her optics downward. When she first had gotten her techno-organic form she had hated herself so much that she hurt herself. Back then there was just something so... Satisfying about spilling her own energon. it was how she expressed her hatred for herself. And she did it more often then she would like to admit. Her eyes landed on one of her scars. Was the newly formed cut, long and deep, but thankfully partially covered by her amour.

After about forever without getting an answer Blitzwing slowly walked to her and took a seat next to her on her berth. Then he saw it. A scar. Partially covered by her arm armour. He spark nearly dropped to the floor.

"How did jou get zhat?" He questioned. For once all his personalities were silent. They all knew what the answer was but hoped that they were wrong. Suddenly Hothead took control.

"Vhere did jou get zhat cut?! Answer me!"

Turning her back to him she uttered two words. So quietly his audio receptors almost didn't pick it up.

"Go away."

"I can't just do zhat." Blitzwing replied his Random personality dominant. Random spoke with unusual seriousness. She turned to face him and his spark nearly broke into pieces. Tears streamed down her face.

"Please go away."

Instead of leaving he rapped his arms around her. She continued to cry. But he stayed. He wouldn't leave until she felt loved again.

"Baby don't cut." Blitzwing begged, all three of his persona begged that time. He was afraid. Afraid of losing the femme he cared for most.

Notes: This one was a little heavy. I'm sorry if this triggers anything for you guys. And I don't know when but I will eventually do a lemon with these two. I just don't know when. That's all for now. Please comment and tell me what you think. I got inspire but a song called "Baby Don't Cut" it's good and I really recommend it.