A/N Whoops. I keep writing and writing on Microsoft Word and I forget to put it here. ^^; Sorry! I'll upload all I have as soon as possible. Might be a bit fluffy. Just a bit. I calmed down a bit, but the next chapters are going to be SCARY O.O As in CRAZY scary D: So watch out!

Smokescreen was still for a few seconds, and then moved himself so he could listen. "Smokescreen, have you heard about Tailgate?" Smokescreen shook his head. "Fine, have you heard about Cliffjumper?"
"Yeah," He replied weakly.
"They were both my partners. I lost them," She went on, looking at her hands, which were folded on her lap. Smokescreen blinked. "Arachnid killed Tailgate. I was there. I watched. I couldn't do anything…" Smokescreen looked a little surprised, but sad, too. "You know about Cliffjumper," Arcee mumbled.
"Okay, but this has already happened. What's done is done. I can't help you with anything-" Smokescreen began, but Arcee cut him off.
"This isn't about you helping me," She whispered, her blue eyes suddenly deep and full of emotion. "It's about me helping you," Smokescreen was confused. "Listen, you may not realize it, but…I'm losing you, too." Arcee croaked sadly. "You're losing yourself. Can't you feel it? Remember when you first came into team Prime?" She said hopefully. Smokescreen was blank for a few seconds, then nodded. "I'd never think I'd miss that you. I've grown so used to it," She continued sorrowfully, slightly smiling and shaking her head.
Smokescreen stared at her in understanding. He slowly realized that he was different. But then, how can anyone not be? Knockout had abused him for a full week. It was something that made you lose yourself. And as Smokescreen remembered Knockout, Arcee could see his optics were dimming to gray. "Smokescreen, NO!" She blurted, snapping forward to the edge of the chair. Her optics opened wide with distress and fear. She quickly placed a hand on his lap. "No, Smokescreen, I'm not going to lose you, too," She muttered desperately between clenched teeth. Smokescreen looked at the small and thin metallic servo on his lap. Anyone could see he was morphing slowly into a dead husk. His dimming optics betrayed it. He looked at the owner of the hand, meeting her gaze. Arcee looked anxiously in his eyes, hoping to see any emotion. She did. But his eyes only portrayed sorrow.
"Bye, I'll miss you," was the look he was giving him, but soon the lingering emotions were swallowed up in darkness. Arcee had heard about this condition. But it had never happened to anyone she knew. She remembered it was called something that meant 'barren spark' in Cybertronian, and she knew it was bad. The causes are unknown, but it always led to spark destruction. It was the losing of self, to lose personality and feeling in their sparks, only to become empty lifeless robots of no obvious use. Smokescreen was literally losing himself, and Arcee was horror-stricken.
"No, no, NO! SMOKESCREEN!" She leapt forward toward him, wrapping her arms around his neck in a tight hug. She was desperate. Desperate. Arcee felt tears in her eyes. Normally, she would be embarrassed and annoyed by such weakness, but now she didn't care. She cried silently into his shoulder, not caring anymore. She sniffed. "Smokescreen," She choked out. "I don't wanna lose you," Smokescreen stared forward, beyond her, into the darkness. The dim lights flickered, and suddenly the room was black, the only light coming from the crack under the door, and the energon lines on the 2 Autobots. Arcee had her optics squeezed shut, while Smokescreen's optics were almost too dim to cast any light. Arcee felt his energy signal fade, and the natural warmth that softly hovered around all Cybertronians disappear. "I…" Arcee began, swallowing the lump in her throat. "I'm so, so sorry," She whispered hoarsely.
Smokescreen was breathing. He was during the whole process. Arcee hugged him tighter, knowing she had lost another teammate.

Of course, all the noise had attracted some attention from team Prime. They turned their heads at the noise.
"No, no, NO! SMOKESCREEN!" The sound was muffled as it came through the door to meet their audios. They tensed. "That's Arcee," Bulkhead said, rather surprised.
"There seems to be something wrong with Smokescreen," Ratchet said. "But how would she know that if she wasn't there with him…!?" He growled angrily. She must've disobeyed him when he told her to leave Smokescreen alone! The ignorant brat! But as he looked at the screen, his face contorted with shock.
Smokescreen's energy signal was dropping fast.
He just took off and ran toward the room, the other Autobots following behind him. Ratchet swung open the door. Light suddenly shed on the startling image of Arcee hugging Smokescreen for all she was worth, and sniffing sounds escaped her. She was…crying? Smokescreen looked strange, however. He was completely still except for his slow, steady breathing. He was staring straight forward, seemingly indifferent to Arcee's presence. But they all held their breaths as Smokescreen turned his helm to look at them with cold, dead, gray optics. It scared them. Arcee sniffed and gulped, turning her head to look at the team.
"S-Smokescreen…"She began, not even bothering to finish. Ratchet was about to start on her disobeying him, but decided to hold his tongue when Arcee met his gaze. Her sapphire optics were filled with emotion, too sad and lonely for words. Ratchet turned his head away to look at the ground to his right, not being able to bear the sorrowful look thrust upon him that made him feel guilty for no reason. He got up his bearings to look at her again, and flinched at her gaze. She whispered to them what happened to Smokescreen. Ratchet looked at his servos.
"I…fear there's no more we can do for him," Ratchet hated saying it, despised, even, for bringing this sense of hopelessness to his teammates. Arcee seemed to break down. She shoved her face into Smokescreen's shoulder, trying to hold back tears, almost failing. Her back heaved as silent sobs and heavy breaths thrust from her mouth forcefully. Some of the Autobots looked away, not being able to withstand the sight of Arcee crying. Bumblebee stepped forward and patted her, trying to say some comforting words for her. Arcee lifted her face and wiped some tears away with the back of her hand. She looked straight into Smokescreen's dead eyes.
"Smokescreen, come back," She croaked.
"Arcee, I highly doubt words are going to bring him back-" Ratchet began.
"Smokescreen, if you've inhabited this empty shell at least once before, I know you'll come back. You're strong. I know you can…now please, don't make me add you to my list of fallen partners," She worded forcefully, desperately. Even Ratchet fell silent to her words.
No one knew what happened, but Smokescreen felt like he was being torn apart. His dead mind was being shredded. And out of nowhere in the madness, the true Smokescreen leaked, and pushed through. Light forced its way back into his optics. Ratchet blinked. Was he seeing wrong? It defied all means. It hasn't happened before, and it shouldn't now. Smokescreen's spark was springing back to life. Ratchet stared, his jaw hanging open. Arcee's eyes grew wider, joy flooding her senses. "Smokescreen!" She cried out in sheer happiness. The other members of the team felt their spirits rise, and they looked amongst themselves excitedly. Arcee started crying harder, shedding tears of joy. She hugged him. Smokescreen looked a little uncomfortable.
"Err…Arcee…" He urged gently, shifting a little. Arcee pulled back quickly, blinking.
"How do you feel?" Ratchet couldn't help to inquire shakily. Bumblebee clicked his agreement. Smokescreen blinked his surprise.
"I…I feel great," He said, as surprised as they were. "Better than ever," He went on. Ratchet didn't know what to feel. Smokescreen nudged Arcee, who was on his lap. Arcee got off him and dusted herself off, moving out of his way. Smokescreen got to his feet. He looked around, seeing all optics on him. "Well?" Smokescreen said. "Are you going to stare at me for the rest of the day?"
"He's definitely back," Bulkhead commented. Arcee softly smiled. He was back. And she couldn't feel happier. Smokescreen walked forward, leaving the room.
"It's a miracle," Ratchet breathed, watching him pass. Arcee smiled even wider.

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