Deciding what to write next has been confusing the crap out of me. Like seriously! WTF! ARGG! Okay well the this chapter and the next chapter are not only going to revolve around Airreon solving her current problem of relationships and handling stress but also it will be about Ironhide and Chromia's relationship and how serious it has actually gotten! So umm yeah! Enjoy
Ps. Happy Easter or whatever you celebrate! (YAY SPRING BREAK!)
^LOL yeah I planned on uploading this last week or something
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THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW; AT THE BASE
Ironhide, one of the toughest bots around, just is appearance alone can send a bot or con running. From his big, black, menacing Cybertronian alloy plating to his size that dwarfed many of his opponents, and his oversized cannons, and the rest of his large weapons collection for that matter, he wasn't someone you want to challenge… unless you really knew him.
After years of war, the mech had grown gruff and seemingly indifference about the majority of issues, but he really just kept his feelings inside. Only a few of the remaining Cybertronians knew his soft side, and though they occasionally teased him, for the most part they mostly stayed away from it because of its sensitivity. Those bots were Optimus, Ratchet, and Bumblebee. He had fought beside them for so long that they had become like family – no, they were family. However, recently he developed new feelings and had a new way of expressing them.
Chromia.
The two had been formally and openly together for only a little while, even in Earth's time, yet there was something about her. He chuckled to himself. The graceful femme was younger than Elita yet way older than Arcee, but sometimes she acted like a giddy little sparkling, though he had just seen the mature side. It was obvious she really cared for Prime's daughter and saw her as a sister as well as a best friend. She would do anything to protect the ones she loved, just like himself.
Since they had been spending more time together, he couldn't help but take note on her knowledge of weapons have rapidly increased, more so than anybody else he had ever worked with, except maybe the Prime lineage. She did have a nice strong set of cannons, if he did say some himself. Unfortunately, she didn't take them out as much as he wished she would.
It had been a stressful and complicated night. Though Chromia was angry at Arcee, she wasn't sure if she believed the rumors and a most had a spark attack when her friend didn't return in the morning. He was to talk to Ratchet to inform their leader about the rumors. He knew they were not true, though they still bothered him. He made a mental note that when he found out we started it he beat them into scrap. Those fragging idiots.
I should probably talk to Arcee too, Ironhide thought to himself. He always seemed to know that Bee liked her couldn't tell if the Prime liked him back, Primes were hard to judge. One thing he did know was that if Bee hurt as much as he did because of his femme is in this whole ordeal, that it was true love.
He was knocked out of his train of thought when he heard his love sigh. It had been a long and night for her and was getting quite late. Many of the other Autobots had retreated to the personal areas, Chromia, however, could not seem to calm her sensory nerve endings and he refused to go until she could.
She walked over to her Mech concern in her optics. Ironhide should recharge himself, or at least shutdown and charge some of his systems, if the Intel Airreon brought back was legit he would need the energy, she thought. Once she was within mere inches of him the weapons specialist swiftly made his move snaking his arm around her and bringing her close. Once she was in his arms Ironhide looked down upon her armor sparkling in the moonlight, and he noted how her color of sapphire blue armor contrasted with his midnight black perfectly.
"Ironhiiiideeee," she whined, collapsing into him from pure exhaustion and resting her helm on his chassis.
"What? I am not letting go of you if that's what you want," he answered teasingly, though he did mean it. He knew she felt safe with him and he felt the same with her, but he felt he had to protect those feelings. He wasn't going to let anybody hurt her if it was the end of him, though not even Chromia knew that.
"Hmmm," she purred against him causing the tough mech to shutter, "who knew that Optimus' second in command, a big and fearsome mech, could be taken down so easily by a small femme?"
"Ahh, you don't understand. She is not just any femme, she is my femme and the best sharp shooter around," He said proudly, bringing his fingers to gently stroke her cheek plates.
Chromia looked up at him with a 'quite confused yet very pleased' look on her face, "I thought that was you," she remarked.
The weapon specialist shrugged, his broad shoulder plating moving up and down, "I can make an exception".
"So…" Ironhide started.
"So what?" Chromia snapped.
"So how are you feeling? Are you tired yet?" He asked gently.
"No, but I can tell that you are. Why don't you go at least shut down some of your systems. You are going to need it," she stated, genuinely concerned.
"Never! I would rather stay up a million Earth nights than leave you here to ponder your troubles by yourself," he said leaning up against the wall behind him.
"Stubborn…" Chromia mumbled.
"I heard that," Ironhide replied.
"You were meant to," she said, calmly staring up at the stars. For being such a primitive planet it really is beautiful here, she thought.
The mech followed her line of sight up to the sky as well. "It reminds me of nights on Cybertron," he commented only earning an agreeing moan from the femme.
For hours the two sat outside, pointing out constellations and trying to find Cybertron until Ironhide, who never let go of her the entire time, felt her body go cold, even as she was cuddled into him. A tell tale sign of the need to recharge.
"Are tired enough for a nice recharge now?" He asked.
"No, no yet, I do not think I will be able to tonight," she replied.
"You are lying," he stated, grabbing her chin and tilting it up towards him.
"How did you…" The femme started in before being cut off by her mech.
"You feel cold. If my suspicions are correct, then your circuitry is so tired and worn out that your body is struggling to create enough heat to heat up your energon. Nothing serious, a little recharge should fix it," He told her.
"You have been up as long as I have. Why aren't you suffering from this too?" She questioned as Ironhide stood up and offered her a servo.
"Used to it from fighting in the war for so long, I guess," he answered, pulling her onto her feet.
"I fought in the war too you know!" she exclaimed.
"Well, then I do not know why, but what I do know is you need the human equivalent of sleep and right now," he said once more.
"You're damn right you don't know," Chromia complained before tripping over her own pedals, "Ahh".
"Gotcha," Ironhide called out to her, swooping down and catching her.
The tired femme giggled, "I must be a lot more tired than I thought. HAHA I feel like an over–energized bot that just got into a bar fight."
"And how would you know what that feels like?" Ironhide asked, moving her arm around his neck so that he could help her walk. He only got a wink as a reply, causing him to chuckle. Nobody could control her if they tried, he thought to himself before escorting her to her room and then going to his own for a nice long recharge, though he wouldn't have wanted to spend this night any differently.
THE NEXT DAY, WITH ARCEE; THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW
Arcee woke from stasis in quite a good mood, not even a single memory of what had recently happened. In her state of mind she had just started to date Bee and everything was going great. Being a Prime isn't all that bad she thought subconsciously, that was until she stretched.
As she threw her arms up in the air and sat up to stretch her wires, pain went searing through her body. "Ahh," she screamed, her body immediately reacting by curling up into a ball and shaking from the shock of the pain. All the memories flashed before her within a nano-second leaving her upset about her current predicament and suffering from a headache.
Once she calmed down she sat up and rubbed her helm and looked to exam her appearance and find where the pain was coming from. "OH MY…" she gasped when she saw herself. Scorch marks charred her body, and pieces of her were missing, energon slowly oozing and drying on those places. Multiple capillary wires had been torn, and one or two major energon pumping wires had been severed. "Aww frag," she cried. "No wonder Chromia told me I should've gone to Ratchet. I AM A MESS! I guess I didn't clean myself up as much as I thought I had yesterday."
The femme moved to cover up one of her wounds with her right servo, cringing at the touch. She glanced up at the ceiling, clasping her hands together as if she was going to pray. "Oh Primus, if you are listening to me then I am sorry. I really am a bad Prime and have disgraced your name, but I promise to make it up to you. Give me the strength to get through and reclaim my honor. I will lead the Autobots into missions with the Intel I got in your name. Thanks for listening and I promise," she said bringing her hands back down to her sides and looking at herself once more, a thoughtful look forming across her faceplates. "If I go to Ratchet he will beat the scrap out of me and then try to probe me to tell him what happened, but if try to use my healing power with my inexperience I might just blow myself up," she discussed with herself, pondering the outcomes. "I guess using my powers it is!"
Arcee crept over to the door and looked out. Her internal systems told her it was morning, but how early she did not know. Nobody seemed to be up so she presumed it must be early, normally her father was one of the first up, but of course that is not the case.
She closed the door and braced herself, this was going to hurt.
LATER; BUMBLEBEE'S POINT OF VIEW
I arose with a jolt. I felt fine at the moment, but while I was in stasis I kept feeling sharp pains, though I am not sure if they were real or just part of my dreams. I examined myself once over to make sure, but not a scratch covered my armor. Since Arcee kicked the scrap out of the Decepticons there hasn't been enough action to cause injury.
It sure did feel real, I thought to myself.
I walked to the door, still a little shaken up, though I could already tell that basically ever other bot was up. The hustle and bustle I heard and saw with my own optics when I slowly pushed the door open was something I was used to. I almost always 'slept in' as the human called it. Sam thinks it is because I am the human equivalent of a teenager but our bodies our constructed quite differently than theirs, so I do not believe that is the case.
As I exited my room, my mind set was to go get energon, but my pedals had a different idea. Instead of walking toward the lounge I was headed down into another corridor, and I started to realize I was heading towards Airreon's room! Okay, well actually no one exactly where her room was, but it was said to be fairly close to Opimus', which would not surprise me given his protective nature.
The further down I went the more I realized how few actually traveled this hallway. It was quite an unfamiliar area of the Nest base, 'The realm of the Primes', and though it wasn't secluded by any measure, it still felt weird.
Ratchet's room was nearby as well, which is probably why no one comes down here, I joked with myself.
I was actually thinking so hard that I almost passed her room when a peculiar noise reached my audio receptors. It took a few seconds for me to process but I realized the noise was music and spun around to see where it was coming from.
Sure enough it was her room. Her door was ajar so you could hear the music leaking out of it and smell, well, smell what seemed to be burning.
"Ow," I heard her hiss, causing my abrupt entrance, though I did not enter any further than the doorway.
I was awestruck by her room. It was not that it was nicer than my room, but she designed it with much more detail and care than my quarters. The walls were a lavender like color, similar to her paint job, with energon blue groves carved in them that lead to a picture of Cybertron. The image was clearly hand carved with much precision and was almost an exact replica of our home planet.
She turned to look at me, her face contorted in confusion and surprise. "Oh, hey Bee, come in," she requested of me.
I nodded and slowly and cautiously walked into the premises. An Earth song, Monster by Skillet, blared. She quickly turned down the volume when I tried to speak, "I smelt something…are you okay?"
Airreon, whose servo was tightly clenched onto her upper leg hydraulic, removed her hand releasing thick white smoke from only a tiny scratch underneath. She looked me in the optic, taking in my concern, and denying herself that anything was wrong continued the conversation casually. "I know what you are thinking, but it is not what it looks like," she started. "I was just healing myself from the previous night. I didn't want to risk going to Ratchet. I also think I did a pretty good job, considering that this was once a major open wound and now it is only a small abrasion. I haven't blown myself up either yet, so it was worth it."
My optics widened when I realized what she had said. Then she tried to get up from her sitting position on her gel berth, but collapsed with pain. I ran over to her side, and helped Arcee get up. I then wrapped my arm around her waist, for support and comfort. "Heh, I guess I am still a little sore," my femme-friend giggled.
I frowned. "You really should….go see….Ratchet," I sputtered out.
The female Prime gave me the 'look'. "You realize that I not only have special powers to heal, but have been trained under the medical expert himself. I think I am fine, just a little sore, nothing a good workout won't fix," she claimed, turning in my arms to so that we were face to face. Then she did something unexpected. Airreon seductively put her left servo on my back, pushing us closer, and her right servo on my neck. She looked up at me and grinned. "I think I am, or have the potential to be, quite a good healer if I do say so myself. I bet I could fix your voice box if you wanted me to."
"I-I-ummmm….well-ell, I-I," I stammered causing her to smile. I'm pretty sure even she knew it wasn't a good idea…right now anyway with her still learning how to control her healing powers, whether she was trained by the best or not. I didn't want to disappoint her though, and more importantly, I didn't want her to pull away from the embrace. I wanted to stay there holding the Prime for forever. I feel like all the wrongs I have ever done, all the dishonorable things I have burdens our fraction with, are forgotten when I am with her. I hope she feels the same. Nothing would hurt more than her not sharing those feelings. We were locked in a stare when I noticed something glimmer out of the corner of my optic. I turned, breaking the stare, to see what it was.
"Oh my…" I stated using the radio in my chest.
"What?" Arcee asked. She turned to see what I was looking at. "Oh that?" She responded causally, tearing away from the grip we had on each other. A sudden chill of cold air rushed in when she left, causing me to shutter. The femme apathetically walked to the wall at which I was referring. It was a towering cherry oak wall not visible from the doorway entrance. "This is my, well, I guess you could call it my weapons collection," she said shyly.
It was baffling. There was an ion cannon that, when standing upright, would go up to my waist. There were also blades almost as sharp as Optimus' swards! What surprised me, however, was that some of the weapons looked, not like an attachment, but like something that would have been built into a warrior's arm.
"Where did you…? I mean…. how did you….?" I spoke quietly.
She smiled, knowing what I was going to say before I said it. "During the war, the female warriors who were either left behind or stayed on Cybertron were greatly outnumbered and were severely under armed, with the lack of weapons and energon to fuel the weapons. The situation became so bad that when a warrior fell, friend or foe, you had to rip the device they were using off their body and use it as your own. I guess I started the collection because I would always take the weapon back to base with me for examination and later use, instead of throwing it on the ground and forgetting about it afterward like the others did, particularly if it was Decepticon in origin. Soon, my friends noticed my collection and tried to bring make merry by gaining and giving me trophies. I also have some of my first attachments on here. Like this one, for example," she explained, pulling a small neutralizer ray. Then, she pulled out an ice shield, "and this one I recently got from Ironhide for some absurd Earth holiday."
"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked.
"Well it is not really something that I flaunt. I mean, have you ever seen me use one? No, because I don't. I do not know why. Many of these would be great to use against Megatron and his army of Decepticons. I mainly have them to remind of our wins and losses, of our technology, and of our home planet. They also took, well take, my mind off of some things," she responded solemnly.
"Off of what?" I questioned again, pushing it just a little.
"Well I don't know, maybe that we were left on a dead planet, even if it was for our protection. That when things are going good something always goes terribly wrong. There is never a place for happiness or friends as long as there is a war," she started, whimpering as she talked. I grabbed her servos, urging her to continue. She slightly smiled up at me, but the look in her optics remained glazed over with a melancholy look. "Do you know what ever happened to Firestar?" she asked. I looked down at her servos, rubbing my digits across them delicately and shook my helm. "Nor do I," she continued. "I know that I am not supposed to let it bother me, that I am supposed to be like Optimus, but….I am just not," she sighed.
"No…..you are not supposed to…..be exactly like…Optimus…Each Prime…is different and unique," I told her with sympathy, looking back at her collection.
"Maybe it is because I am a femme, which-" I cut her off.
"Did you say that….you didn't use….the weapons?" I asked, picking up and holding a small, yet hearty, blade. It was rounded with jagged edges that showed wear. The baby blue strapped handle on it was falling apart, and certain parts were darker and deteriorated from continuous use.
The look on Arcee's faceplates softened. "That is my carving knife, the only one I really use," she explained, gesturing Cybertron on the wall. "With that blade I made that entire carving by hand," she bragged.
I walked over to it, sweeping my digits across the picture. My optics lingered upon it for a while, taking in every detail. "You forgot something," I said.
"Hmmm? And what would that be?" she asked with a snarky tone.
I pointed to a desolate area on the image and she gave me a 'the frag' look. It doesn't surprise me that she does not remember. "It is where we met," I told her, my voice clearing up some.
It was such a fond memory. Saved by Optimus and Ironhide, I learned from them and followed them everywhere, becoming an esteemed member of the Autobot warriors, but I was young yet still. One day, when we were traveling around Cybertron, Optimus and some others brought me to a rural area that, at the time, had been relatively untouched by the dirty hands of war. In that area was a secret bunker. Prime and Wheeljack took me while the others stood guard, and descended into the safe house. It was far below the surface of our home planet and had many narrow cambers to confuse and protect those inside, showing well construction even for its small size. When we reached the bottom, the first thing I remember was a high pitched squeal coming from a small purple femme about my age as she came barreling toward us. A pink, long, and eloquent older fem warrior was chasing her yelling, "Arcee! Arcee calm down!" as she ran. The one she called Arcee, however, just kept running to, what seemed to be, Optimus himself. Finally other femme sharply cried, "ARCEE! MY DEAR! GET BACK HERE!" and the purple transformers skidded to a halt in front of Optimus, saluting as she did so.
"Arcee reporting for duty, Optimus Prime, umm sir," she called out. By that time the bot pursuing her, who I had assumed to be her mother or caretaker, had caught up, along with some other femmes who were only slightly younger than Arcee's mother.
The eldest fembot hunched over onto her knees and sighed from exhaustion after chasing her child across the base. "Kids," she breathed with a smirk.
"Elita, it's good to see you!" Wheeljack told the pink femme excitedly.
Elita smiled. "You to Jackie, and especially you, Optimus," she said, turning toward our leader. She smiled and winked at him and he gave her quite a fond look back.
Optimus turned to look at the little one still in front of him and kneeled down to rub her helm. "Hello little Arcee, I brought you something," he said gently.
"What is it Fath- I mean Prime?" she asked of him with enthusiasm.
"A friend," he answered gesturing to myself.
"Ewww! You are leaving me with femmes?" I asked disgusted.
"Optimus, who was still kneeling, chuckled, motioning me to come to him. "I have an important business to take care of in the neighboring city that is too dangerous for you to take part in, but I do have an important mission for you," he explained. I looked at him with a questioning gaze. Optimus pointed at Arcee and Elita. "See them? That is my family," he whispered.
I spoke in a hushed tone, "Wow! Really?"
"Yes," he replied softly, "and I need you to watch and protect them. I will return shortly, but until then, I need you to stay. They are in grave danger, more so than myself and are very important to the future of our race. Given that I need the other warriors; you are the best mech for the job! Just please do not mention this mission to anyone."
"I sir," I chirped.
Optimus slowly stood up and pushed me forward. "Good, now go meet your new friend."
Arcee turned quickly, glancing at her mother for permission before running over. "Hello fellow Autobot! I am Airre- I mean Arcee. I work for the glorious Elita One. Who are you?" the sparkling probed.
"I am Bumblebee. I am a solider for the great Optimus Prime and the Autobot cause," I responded. Her beautiful blue optics brightened at the mention of Prime.
"Well, Bumblebee, let me show you around the base." And with that she grabbed my servo for the first time and pulled me deeper into the bunker.
We were friends from the start.
"Oh yes, I remember now. Ha! I had just started to use my alias name and still did not respond to it very well. I always have enjoyed the name Arcee, but since the accident I am starting to love being called Airreon. It has a nice ring to it," The, now older, purple femme said, contemplating certain things as she came over and grabbed me servo, dragging me to the carving on the wall like she did when we had met.
"Why don't you mark it," she suggested with pleading optics.
"But I….do not know…how," I responded, awkwardly positioning the blade in my hand to carve what I thought was correctly.
Airreon laughed and came over, adjusting my arms and body so that I was correctly positioned. Her servos traced my golden yellow armor, pushing them into a particular shape. Then the fem warrior brought her body close to mine and moved my chassis, causing me to heat up big time. Soon, too soon, she stepped back to examine my position.
"Should I…even be able…..to bend….this way?" I grumbled.
"Yup, carve away Bumblebee, Autobot warrior for the great Optimus Prime and Autobot cause," she giggled, quoting what I had first said to her.
I gently pushed the blade into the hard wall, making an 'x' where the secret bunker had been, then moved so that she could retrieve her weapon once more.
"That was surprisingly…..difficult…..How did you…learn to….do that?" I stuttered.
Airreon took her blade and spun it around her digits before returning it to the wall. "Well actually, I taught myself," she replied meekly. I was amazed, and by the look on my face plates I am sure she could tell that I was stunned because she laughed and said, "It took a lot of trial and error, but I had a lot of free time on my hands when we were floating through the Milky Way galaxy. I also never gave up." Suddenly the Prime's speech slowed and her optics growing wider with an epiphany. She jumped up with jubilance and her whole body seemed to glow. "It has nothing to do with the fact that I am a femme!" she cried. I looked at her with a perplexed gaze and she loudly laughed. "I was so distraught over being a Prime, especially since there hasn't been one that is a femme since Primus knows when if at all, but that has nothing to do with my problems! I just need to-" she stopped and sighed. "Oh Bee so much has happened, and so much more will happen. I am not perfect, and at some time will certainly fail. I need to forget about myself, brush off my problems, and well, whatever happens I just have to try."
I reached to grab her faceplates and nuzzle her neck, but she pulled away, snatching a sheet of paper off her counter. "I have to get this to Epps so we can start new and more successful missions, so come on!" she exclaimed, hustling out her door.
As we walked out, I could hardly remember why I went into her room in the first place. Arcee showed no signs of injury or of stress now. The memory, however, came jolting back to me when my upper leg hydraulic started to ache.
PRIMUS GUYS, SORRY THAT TOOK SO LONG. OKAY SO I NOW HAVE A TUMBLR AND A DEVIANTART SO FEEL FREE TO FOLLOW/WATCH ME OR WHATEVER! THE NEXT CHAPTER….I PROMISE TO FINISH THIS STORY, EVEN IF IT TAKES UNTIL THE DAY I DIE, BUT THE NEXT CHAPTER MIGHT NOT COME FOR A WHILE.