Okay well MERRY CHRISTMAS or whatever you celebrate! I want to congratulate all of you for surviving 12/21/12! But maybe that is when the Decepticons arrived and they just haven't reveled themselves yet! The good news is that with Decepticons come the Autobots! But personally I would be fine with our planet belonging to the Cybertronians, I mean as long as they let me keep my barn and horses! Anyway here it is! I was getting requests to hurry up and write! IDK when I am actually going to put this on FanFic but whatever! I also want to thank everybody for reading! So far the story has about 3,500 views. Unfortunately only 71 people have read up to chapter 13 as of now! One day I want more views than I have words. The problem with that is I have about 30,000 words as of now. Ah well Im okay with just you guys, my loyal readers! (BTW I have a poem I wrote! It has nothing to do with any fandom but I want to know if I posted it who would read it! Thanks!) Okay so let's get on with it, and sorry for the long intro!
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WHERE I LEFT OFF: 3RD PERSON POINT OF VIEW
"Where's Bumblebee?" She demanded.
"I think in his room but…HOLD ON ARCEE!" He called after her as she pushed herself up and started to storm off toward the berthing area. "Don't do anything rash! It could've all been a big mistake."
"A mistake! UGH. This was no mistake, I promise you that! Besides what could I do to possibly make the situation any worse?" She snapped turning around to continue her mission.
"Arcee, come on listen to me!" He yelled, but to no prevail. She had decided to ignore him, her anger visibly tearing her up inside.
Airreon stomped out of the lounge and down toward the berthing area where Bumblebee was said to be and to where an unexpected Sunstreaker was as well. He was leaning on the silver metal wall watching her as she walked by, obviously interested in what she was doing. She frowned at seeing him before continuing her mission. This was the opening he'd been waiting for.
"Arcee…nice to see you down here again," he said devilishly.
She sharply turned around causing sparks to fly from her feet, "Its Airreon to you! And what do you want Streaker?"
"Airreon? Since when did you want to be called that?! Since Bumblebee started calling you that? Or do you just think you are better than everybody else?" He asked, purposely pissing her off.
"NO to both! Just want do you want?" Arcee asked rubbing her helm.
"Oh nothing, I just wanted to know why you were down here," Sunny smirked.
"What's it to you," she said stepping closer to him, quite frustrated at his arrogance.
"Still not getting it? Let me paint you a picture. Did you come down here to mess with Bumblebee like you did last night? Or to breakup with him for my brother? AHH!" he cried. Airreon had him pinned to the wall and he was lifted off of his feet. "LET ME DOWN!"
Her eyes flashed, her body steaming with anger and embarrassment of the thought. "How DARE you," she screamed. "I did nothing of the sort and would never disrespect Primus' sweet name by doing such a thing! Who do you think you are?!" She yelled her servos digging in and puncturing some of the wires on the crook of his neck.
"OWW! Arcee calm down!" he screamed back at her fear starting to take over his body.
"You you…" she started in once more before being cut off by Bumblebee.
The sleek yellow and black mech had been in his room pondering about what a terrible mechfriend he was for getting Airreon in to trouble.
How could I have done such a thing?! I love her and I screwed it all up! Now the other bots are treating her like some-some pleasure bot! It disgusts me! He thought smacking himself before being interrupted by what sounded like a fight coming from outside. And someone seemed to be getting really quite hurt! Arcee! Was the first thing he had thought.
He had pushed himself up off his bed and rushed out the door to find Arcee pinning Sunstreaker up against the wall. The two were madly yelling at each other and energon was starting to run from Sunny's shoulders.
"Airreon?!" he asked, interrupting. Bumblebee was very stunned. She would never attack one of her own on purpose. She froze up and turned toward the mech speaking to her. "I know…Streaker is…a jerk but….stop hurting him," he exclaimed.
Arcee immediately responded by dropping Sunstreaker who fell on his aft. "Oww. Man Primus chose a bad bot to hold the Matrix of Leadership after Optimus," he quietly said to himself. Unfortunately the Camaro heard him and gave him the hardest glare. Airreon was still too shocked and distressed to hear.
"Bee I-I," she started in but the yellow and black mech only put one of his four fingers up to his face. A human gesture for 'shh'.
Bumblebee went to put his hand on her cheek plates to wipe off the lubricants running from her optics but she turned away from him.
Sunstreaker watched intently while rubbing his neck area. "Ha," he laughed aloud at Bee's rejection. This time Arcee heard him.
The young Prime locked optics with the Autobot she'd injured before taking off back toward the lounge.
Bumblebee fumed turning to Sunstreaker, "You deserved…whatever she…did to you," he mumbled helping the jerk up before taking off after his femme.
Arcee came running into the lounge and skidded to a stop when she noticed everybot staring at her.
"Hey Arcee what was all the commotion about?" Chromia asked moving toward her friend slowly.
"Umm," Airreon muttered looking around the room when she noticed Epps still there. "Umm, EPPS," she called racing over to him.
He turned to look her in the optic "Yes Prime One?" He answered.
"You don't have to call me that," she told him.
"I know," he said
"I know you know. Man you humans ACT all knowing," she giggled resulting in her dark skinned human friend to do the same. "But seriously can I go watch and scan for Decepticon activity. We know they are out there and stopping the look out just because it is night time on your planet doesn't do us any good."
"Don't you have to do that recharge thing?" he asked.
Arcee looked around nervously hoping Bumblebee wouldn't catch up to her in time to stop her from going. "Only if I wasted a lot of energy and or energon and I hardly did either," she lied.
"Okay I guess, but do not leave the perimeter of the base or your father will have my ass," he stated a little unsure about his decision. Of course she was a giant alien robot her asking him to go someplace was just to be polite. She really could do whatever the freak she wanted to.
"Great! Tell Prime I will be back in the morning!" she exclaimed. Then Arcee quickly transformed into her vehicle mode; the purple El Camino, and drove off.
Just then Bee came running in with an injured Sunstreaker right behind him. "Where's Airreon?" was the first thing he asked. In response Chromia, still in shock of her friends speedy departure, just pointed outside where you could still see exhaust coming from the young female Prime. Bumblebee did the Cybertronian equivalent of a sigh. That femme is going to be the death of me, he thought.
WHERE ARCEE IS; ARCEE'S POINT OF VIEW .
I drove out to the edge of the base. The sun was just starting to peak up over the horizon, lighting up the dark and dimming the stars. It was obviously going to be a cloudless, beautiful day, at least to everyone else on the base. This was going to be one of those days when the color the sky was of Bee's optics.
Bee… If he were here right now I bet he'd try to spit out some bad pickup line or something like 'your vehicle mode is so perfect, and your color sparkles in the giant ball of flaming gas the humans call the sun. Primus, you are so gorgeous.' I giggled at the thought.
But no matter what Bee said, I still felt like a power source that the bots feared, respected, and craved. And I can't believe the rumors spreading around the base! From what Sunny said all my friends and family must think I'm some sort of – of pleasure bot! And Bee, what must he think? I love him, but I'm such a wreck! He doesn't deserve to deal with that! Nobody does. If Optimus Prime wasn't my father nobody would ever have thought I would be worthy to be a Prime.
"Okay Arcee, just calm down… I know! I need to go kick some Decepticreep aft," I said out loud. "Of course there weren't any near the base. I knew that from the start, I just really needed to get away from the others. But maybe there are some in the city."
I looked on the road toward Chicago. The illuminated black pavement called my name. Just then I made up my mind and it was final. Fortunately, I don't think my father would ever find out. I would not be gone for that long. But if he did find out not even my powers could save me from his rage and worry. The last thing I needed was to be torn apart by my own father.
I looked down at the road once more, this time noticing how poorly constructed the pavement actually was. But I wouldn't be gone for long and I had to do something, I mean I was going out my mind just standing here thinking!
But before I had time to think about anymore I had already switched from my bipedal mode to my El Camino form and was already gone down the street with the city and my sites.
As I drove through the city streets with my Decepticon senses tingling, I looked up warily at every building. Skids and Mudflap were impressed that the small, 'stupid', fleshy creatures who inhabited this planet could build such structures out of steel and glass. I however, was disappointed in their buildings. The humans are a lot smarter than we give them credit for, yet they constructed things using such primitive materials. Their structures are also very weak, fairly small and also too fancy for my liking. Even our base, as large and sturdy the humans said it was, was not as strong or big as I wish it was. And I'm nowhere near a size big enough for Optimus Prime.
All of a sudden, my thoughts were interrupted by what felt like a tap on my tires to the right and a horn lay on to my left.
Decepticons!
Sure enough two black SUVs were on both sides of me. They wanted me to follow them.
I knew they were here. I just knew it! Ha, and they were about to get offlined by a Prime. What an honor!
We pulled up to an old abandoned warehouse with quite a high ceiling. The cement on the walls was very thick, so I assumed no one could pick up our signals from the warehouse. It was a good assumption too, because the first thing I noticed was an ugly, arrogant con.
Starscream.
You know, I'm getting sick and tired of this mech! He got me into trouble the last time I saw him and now I'm probably going to be in trouble again!
"Ahh, the young female Prime. It's nice to see you again," he said, a hint of deviousness in his voice. As he said that the two former black SUVs transformed into their ugly bipedal form. The one on my left was definitely built with a nice set of metal muscle, but you could only notice that once you got past his four evil eyes, cybernetic dreads and claw like shoulder plates. The one to my right was also a creepy son of a bitch. He had cybernetic ropes hanging from him and long saber teeth, though that one didn't intimidate me as much.
The pair went to grab my side mirrors to urge me to transform. It worked too. Then they swiftly grabbed my wrists. "Ahh," I managed to spit out. Not purposely of course, for the sound was a sign of weakness but I really had no control over it.
Starscream looked over at me with curiosity. "Are the Dreads making you uncomfortable, darling?" He asked moving towards me ever so slightly.
While 'The Dreads' were distracted with our conversation, I quickly threw the one on my right over my shoulder down towards Starscream, turned and then pulled out my blaster pushing it into the one of my left's face. "What do you think?" I screamed at him, looking over my shoulder when all of a sudden I heard the familiar sound of a charging cannon being pointed at me.
Damn! The one on the ground must be doing that. I totally forgot about him. I thought to myself.
Starscream was quiet for a second, obviously thinking about what to do next when he said, "Crowbar, put down your weapon. Crankcase, let go of her." The Dreads did nothing. They were still unsure about his orders. "NOW," Starscream demanded, this time earning an immediate response. "Good, is that better now, darling?"
"Don't call me darling. It's Airreon Prime One to you, commander," I responded with a growl.
"Aww, don't be like that," he told me. I was on higher ground than he was and went to move towards the stairs. This was no fun if I couldn't get up in his face about it. Crankcase twitched in a way, as if he was going to grab me once more, but decided better of it since Starscream had not given him the order to do so he let me go to be free to do as I saw fit. Of course I was still a 'prisoner'.
I watched Starscream intensely when I noticed something; he was letting his optics trail up and down the form of my body. Was he taking interest in me? I do not know, but I definitely took advantage of it. I swung my hips discreetly but noticeably as I walked down the stairs causing Starscream (and the Dreads for that matter) to freeze up where they stood and lock their optics on me.
By this point, I was standing directly in front of Starscream. I look to him for a second. He had to back up and shake his head to finally snap out of it.
"So what are you doing outside all alone on this fine day? What is your assignment?" He asked inquisitively.
"Normally, I would never tell you because you're a Decepticon. I shouldn't even be talking to you! But really, I was just here to hunt down you guys, at the time I really need it," I said, a little seductively.
"I would ask you what's wrong, but that's not any of my business, though I do want to know why you thought you could find us! Were deceptive, never in the same place more than once. Why did you think that we were here in the city?" Screamer asked starting to circle me.
"Oh, I know. But think about it," I started in. "I'm the daughter of Optimus Prime and took out a whole swarm of you guys without even trying. I knew I would be under Megatron's radar."
"You are smart one, aren't you? I bet Optimus is very proud, at least for now. But yes you are correct Megatron has taken much interest in you," Starscream stated as I joined him in his circling game.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked, stopping to stare at him.
"What do you think that supposed to mean? Who hasn't taken interest in you? You're a pretty I mean, powerful young female Prime. What more do I have to say? Megatron is only doing what the leader of the Decepticons should," He exclaimed, proving his point.
"Where is Megatron, and the other Decepticons for that matter? If I am so important to him then why aren't they all here?" I was about to get all the information I needed and the Autobots were about to get the Intel they were waiting for, only if I can get out of here of course.
"I might as well tell you, as our prisoner I assume you already know you will be taken to him, though not with this much freedom. We shall never underestimate you again. But anyway, since you your attack on us, we've scoured across the globe planning our next assault. Megatron left me in charge of North America, particularly the United States. I don't know if you understand this," he said, putting one of his claws under my chin before continuing. "But that was such an honor for me. As for Megatron all I can tell you is that he's in some desert in some other country recovering from the assault you made," he finished. I gave him the death stare and pulled away from his grasp.
"Starscream, stop wasting our time! Megatron may have put you in charge, but we still have a task to do. Stop flirting," Crankcase said in a low raspy voice.
"Fine I will do this your way. Ugh, you take the fun out of everything, if we weren't on a mission I'd have your aft," Starscream responded pulling out his null ray and pushing it into my chest cavity, though I wasn't surprised by this action. "Time to say good night Prime," he started to tell me when he noticed how I eyed his gun. "Don't worry, it won't kill you, I will make sure to keep you alive, but just barely," he said, smirking devilishly.
Time for me to go.
"NOW Daddy," I called out as if my Dad was watching.
"Daddy? Oh my Primus! Optimus! Where?" Starscream yelled ducking for cover, which gave me just enough time to get away.
As fast as I could I did a back hand spring up onto the upper level of the warehouse. Unfortunately for me Crankcase was a little smarter, however not wittier, then Starscream. As I flung threw the air he endlessly shot at me, though not with full power. Megatron really must want me alive.
I landed on my feet, scorch marks covering my body causing me to smoke. I shot at shot at Crankcase with much force causing him to fly back at the wall.
In response Crowbar came at with a double sided blade thing. I kick him down but not without his weapon piercing the softer part of my metal on the bottom of my right foot.
"Ahh," I screeched watching my life blood pour out of my foot! Now I know how Bumblebee felt. "You fragging aft-hole!"
I became so distracted with Crowbar that I didn't notice Crankcase as he threw a chain at the same foot causing me to flip and fall on the floor, face down.
I quickly flipped over and grabbed the chain and using my powers sent an electric shock threw it. Yes it hurt me, but not as bad as it did the Dread who was now laying down smoking. I then scrambled to get up and limp my way over to the exit when I was shot dead in the back.
Starscream.
He had finally got with it and hit me with his null ray, which was actually quite powerful (no wonder he is second in command). I now lay on the ground once more, almost out of energy. I wish I had recharged earlier. My energon levels were also depleting, slowly but surely.
I was going to lose this fight.
I tried to crawl away, desperately while heavily ventilating my aft off, but the cons were gaining on me fast. All the sudden there was a loud bang and an explosion. I looked over my shoulder. The Decepticreeps seem stunned by something but I had no clue what and wasn't going to stick around long enough to find out.
I jumped up, shuttering at the pain and jumped out of the warehouse. I didn't care if someone saw me, I had to get out of there and get the Intel to Epps.
Transforming in the air I hit the road hard on my tires, cringing at the pain of the impact and the pain of transforming, and sped back to the base. I had stayed out way later than I thought I would. What will the others say?
BACK AT THE BASE; THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW
The sun was almost set and Arcee still was not back yet. It was a beautiful night, the stars twinkling in the sky. Bee looked up at them. He and Airreon almost never missed watching the sunset together. He loved the way the stars twinkled in her optics. He missed the way she giggled when she caught him looking at her with awe and fascination. He missed the way the he held when no one was watching. But most of all he missed her.
When will she be back? I hope she is okay, the young mech thought.
"Hey look guys! She is back!" Chromia called. Everybot had been worried sick, even a surprisingly guilty Sunstreaker.
"Go get Optimus…and maybe Ratchet as well," Ironhide called. He had been upset at her, yes, but he still cared for her like a daughter.
Arcee pulled up. She was in much better shape than she was after the battle, but that was only because she had stopped to type up the Intel, crunch some numbers, and clean herself up so that no one noticed her wounds however obvious they were.
"Hey guys great news I got Intel on the Decepticons," Arcee said enthusiastically as she transformed and waved her paper around, trying not to limp.
Sideswipe ran up and gave her a big mech hug, swinging her around causing her to giggle but cringe in pain at the same time.
What were they so happy about? She wondered
Bumblebee hopped down from their rooftop and walked toward his femme, but keeping his distance at the same time. His optics were wide with worry.
Arcee looked over at him. "What? What's wrong?" She asked, though she kind of already knew the answer.
"Where were you? I was- we all were concerned about your well being!" Chromia exclaimed throwing her arm in the air.
"Oh out Epps said I could be. Hey where is Epps? I need to give him this Intel," Airreon answered, ignoring what her best friend was trying to get at.
Chromia snatched the paper. "Not for this long! Don't you get it?! Stop acting like that little femme sparkling you once were and start acting like the great Prime you will one day be. I mean look at you! You look as if you almost died out there," she yelled gaining the attention of all the Autobots.
"Well now you're just exaggerating I mean-" the El Camino started in only to be cut off by the motorcycle once more.
"No I am not! How do you think your parents; Optimus and Elita, feel? Haven't they been through enough?" She demanded.
"Don't you go there with me, I have been through a lot of change and hard times too! And you guys don't seem to be helping," Airreon paused side glancing at her mech, I'm sorry Bee she thought before continuing. "But frag this. I'm going to my room."
"No you are going to see Ratchet, right now. I don't want there to be any chance that we could lose you because of an injury you didn't take care of," the blue femme told Arcee grabbing her wrist, making Arcee flinch at the memories of earlier that day.
"I do believe I am the out of control femme with a dangerous power, not you, so if you don't mind I WILL be going to my room now," She yelled pulling away from her friend's grab forcefully and walking off to her room, no longer trying to hide her limp. Before she was out of sight, however she turned over her shoulder and said, "Besides, I am already gone."
"Primus please help us," Ironhide mumbled pulling his femme into a hug. Everything was so stressful for her.
SOMEWHERE ELSE; THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW
"Commander Starscream, the Prime used her power today," Crankcase told his superior.
"Really? She must be learning to control it. Though I'm not sure if she is more powerful with it under her control or not," Starscream responded to the leader of The Dreads.
"Okay well do we plan on reporting this to Megatron?" Crowbar asked, getting straight to the point.
"About our defeat by a single femme and a human? Not yet, but we need a new strategy and I think we can find it by playing on their weaknesses," Starscream evilly smirked.
"By weaknesses you mean…" Crowbar asked still confused.
"Why their attachments of course, and trust me, the Autobots have many," Starscream informed his minions. He had a plan set in his sick and twisted little mind.
OKAY GUYS THERE IT IS! I USED DRAGON TO TYPE A THIRD OF THIS SO THERE MIGHT BE SOME MISTAKES. I ALSO WANT TO INFORM YOU THAT THIS IS MY LONGEST CHAPTER YET! ANYWAY HOPED YOU ENJOYED IT! SEEMS LIKE ARCEE IS STARTING TO REALIZE THE PRESSURE OF BEING A PRIME! LOVE YOU ALL AND KEEP READING! PS: PLEASE CHECK OUT MY FACEBOOK PAGE!