It was dark when they arrived at an old warehouse building, long unused and forgotten. In the still air they heard not only their own motors… but four others approaching. Everyone sat looking in the direction of approach. Optimus standing silently, Jazz crouching, Ratchet also standing though his stance was more wary than expectant. Bumblebee could hardly hold still, he was so excited that serious and formal looking Ironhide kept a heavy hand on his shoulder to keep him in one general place. They all watched the area closely, for movement, for light. A low groan of metal caught everyone's receptors, their optics moved to the shadows where four bots emerged.
The first to step forward was a mech. His motions were fluid as he crept closer to the group, his build was narrow, almost feminine.
Optimus greeted him, "We are pleased to see you arrived with out misfortune, Prowl."
The mech, named Prowl, gazed at the group for another moment before he beckoned the others, shrouded in shadow, forward. He was already making his way closer to the group.
Into the light stepped a femme, her face plates gave her a commanding air. As the white and pink 'bot stepped beside the black and silver Prowl, Optimus greeted her, slightly less formally.
"Elita," everyone knew he wished to press his forehead to hers in a sweet kiss. He wanted to so badly his oil lines could burst, but his leadership etiquette dictated that he remain professionally distant.
Next appeared a second mech, he was much less fragile looking than Prowl and his lower face plates were covered by a protective mask.
"WheelJack!" it was Ratchet who greeted him before Optimus could even open his mouth. Ironhide stood starring silently pleading, 'Please, please, please, let it be her…' repeatedly.
As the last Cybertronian stepped from the shadows, everyone beheld the blue and white femme, battle made and voluptuous unlike Elita.
"Chromia," Optimus said as Ironhide sighed her name simultaneously. Jazz and Bumblebee were talking to Prowl. WheelJack and Ratchet were catching up as were Elita and Optimus, leaving Ironhide to Chromia. His optics scanned the curves of her design knowing there was more than one gun on her, just as she knew he had all the guns he could carry on him.
"It's been a while," she smiled speaking as if it had been only a breem since last they saw each other, it seemed like a vorn really it had been about half that. Her voice was like music to his audio receptors. "How have you been?"
"Oh, Yah know… shootin' at and beatin' the slag outta the Decepticons…" he replied with a light shrug. "You?"
"Looking for survivors and beating the slag out of Decepticons," she told him with a mimicked shrug. They looked around at their friends. Optimus and Elita were having a detailed conversation of what had occurred. Prowl, Jazz and Bee were joking, while WheelJack was telling Ratchet how much he missed the medic as he was 'cursed tired of picking up and putting back' pieces of himself when something blew up. Ratchet laughed at his matter of fact tone.
How wonderful to have them back with them, if only time could stand still and they could hold onto this moment forever.