Well here we are again. I'm little sad about the lack of reviews.
Oh and I started a fic called "I'm Stuck Between a Wretch and A King". Its based on Transformers:Prime season 2. Please review please ! I got 17 so far. Soooo happy! :)
"Ow! Ratchet watch—ow!"
"Jetfire, hold still. I can't reposition your noiseplate back if you keep moving away!"
Ratchet was tending to the injured mech, whose noiseplate got smashed in by a femme. This wasn't the first time, ratchet thought. Jetfire was a constant patient in the medical bay due to his obnoxious, puerile ways. He couldn't blame the mech for craving so much attention, because of the lack of attention he got back then. He was such a sweet sparkling, but so isolated in his own unspeakable prison. Jetfire certainly progressed since then, and I was proud of him. Sort of.
I attempted to set his noiseplate again with a different reproach. "Fine Jetfire! I won't set back your noiseplate. I'll leave it crooked on your face for everyone to look at!" His expression was shock, and sure that I gained an advantage I pushed forward. "You'll just have to live with a messed up face, and no femme will ever want to be with an ugly, weird looking mech, because he refused to let his well-trained doctor quickly reposition it!" That hit home.
"That's it? You give up already...b-but-"
"It was your chose you stubborn aft. Now...good luck with being single all your life...And a virgin..." He gave me the strangest look of terror that I've ever seen a aft-head like him give me.
"I'm NOT a virgin!" He snapped with imbarrassement.
"Oh...yeah forgot how interface mad you are...but like I was saying Jetfire. Those days will be over as no femmes will want you."
"No femme will want to be with me…."
"Nope."
"I'll have to live with a messed up face…"
"Yup."
"And all because I didn't let my professional doc. 'quickly' position it."
"That's correct!"
"Ugh! Fine, Ratchet." Jetfire moaned. His hands balled up into tight fists. "Do it really fast though, ok?"
"Sure, sure. Just hold still." Ratchet gently reached for his noisep—
"Ahhhh!" Jetfire screamed in agony.
"I didn't even touch it yet!" Ratchet exclaimed in exasperation.
"Oh. Sorry."
Back at Saxion
My father threw me across the room and I hit the wall to fall on my tank. I instantly got to my feet and charged forward again; dogging the plasma he shot out of his ion cannon. Swiftly, I jumped up in the air and front flipped, just missing a sword that was thrown at me. The ground met my feet for only a few astroseconds before I was up in the air spinning to keep plasma from hitting me. Determined to win, I shot plasma of my own cannon at the overhanging rocks above my father. The hit was accurate and exploded loudly as rock crumbled down on my father.
"Got you." I growled.
Vigilantly, I moved towards the pile of ruins. It was dead quiet and awkward all around. Silence was the loudest noise in the universe, and I often found myself suffocating in it. I peeked over the disturbed rock and saw no movement, until I felt harsh hands clamp down on my arms from behind. I tried to wriggle out of the sturdy hold, but found no success. I knew better than be distracted like that. I purposefully bit down hard on his rigid hand. He yelped as he jumped back, clutching his bleeding hand. Enraged he stepped up and struck me with sheer force directly at the bottem of my jaw. I hit the floor with a loud mettalic crash, shaking the dizziness off, and wiping the energon from my mouth. Hands gripped the floor, trying to heave myself back on my feet but I soon felt my body go limp at anther blow to my abdomen. I shrieked with agony, clutching the area he struck, with shaky, stained hands. Keep it up Midnight.
As he attempted another puch, I caught his fist mid-stride and watched the shocked expression on his face. A Grin started to mold obnoxiously upon my face. With all my strength I twisted his arm back and flipped him on his back. He wasn't on the ground for long, and he was already ready to come at me again. I motioned for him to charge, and I was sure I was ready for whatever he had to give. As he started to sprint towards me, trying to close the distance I quickly made so I could acutly use my next move, I acted with my spark, instead of my processor. Right when I was about to kick him, I received yet another blow to my head, this time sending a loud ringing noise to my audio receptors. My palms grabbed the sides of my head with violently shaking hands, and I managed to draw my body back up into a crooked posture. I growled deep in my chest as the sound hurled toward his distance sending him a warning, and a distraction. Without an astroseconds wait I hurdled up into the air and karate kicked him in the face. The brutal force sent him flying back into the pile of rock that he was momentarily in before.
"Victory is always mine!" I shouted delighted. My father struggled to his feet as his energon stained face throbbed with pain. "I told you I've gotten better, father. I'm ready!" He weakly smiled down at me, trying to hide the stinging pain that attacked his face…and hand.
"I agree without a doubt that you are ready. And I always knew this day would come, when my little sparkling would finally grow up into a strong femme fighter." I blushed at his words. My father was proud of me. I was proud of me.
"Thank you father…now let's get you to the med bay. I really did some damage on your handsome face." My audio receptors started to pick up two pairs of feet running toward me, very fast.
"Midnight!" I turned to face the 'bot who was calling my name. Why it was my best friend, wheelie! The poor minibot was out of breath, because he was running frantically towards me, with Redgate, my bodyguard. His little hands waving in the air for my attention.
"What is it wheelie? Something happen?" I asked oblivious.
"Nah...everything is all good you know. I just came running towards you like a maniac for no stupid-aft reason."
"What?"
"Are you forgetting things this young, 'Night?" he asked with an amused expression. I still had no idea what he was talking about, or why he was so frantic.
"What is it?" I asked a second time, a little distracted. My father's face was leaking severely, and he needed to get to the med bay.
"You're leaving in three breems to meet the commander at…" he trailed off not wanting to tell me where exactly that was. Alpha Trion has been hiding the exact destination from me for some time. But wait…what! I was leaving in three breems! Oh slag, frag, frag, slag!
"Oh no! Redgate, take my father to the med bay. He needs to be tended to immediately. I got to go!" I quickly embraced my father and planted a soft kiss on his helm. Saying a quick good-bye to wheelie before I turned to the base.
"Wait 'night! I'm coming too!" Wheelie cried after me. Making a U-turn, I promptly picked him up, smiling at the grateful minibot and sprinted to the docking bay. The rush of the wind ripped past my armor, as I flew on my feet, determined. I cannot miss my own flight on this very important travel! This was what I was waiting for all my life. I was finally going to work as a real soldier.
I skidded to a stop in front of the 'Corrina', my beautiful, strong ship. And at my relief they were still loading the dock with supplies. I spotted Alpha Trion near a huge crater, he must have just returned from his trip, talking to mech named Maximum. Primus was he a hunk! He had broad shoulders full of muscle, wide-chest, angular jaw, sharp features on his face, and he was really lofty. And his armor was a glistening white and green splotches. I strode gracefully towards them both, my attention on the mech I adored.
"Hey Trion." I greeted but my focus was on 'max. "Hey Maximum." I said admirably. I felt my spark split in half when he flashed me the most gorgeous smile. I thought I would faint and fall into his arms, but I held my posture.
"Mmgh." I turned to see Alpha Trion staring intently at me.
"What?" I smiled. He noticed the way I look at Maximum all the time, so I knew he noticed my dreamy eyes staring at 'max now.
"Oh nothing. I was just telling Maximum here about the trip you're going to be taking. Right, Maximum?" He was snapped out of his trance and noticed he was staring at Midnight. There optics meet for an astrosecond before he looked away blushing. My faceplates were also hot with embarrassment. Last week, Maximum took me out on a date..sort of. But, we kind of had a thing going on for us, even though it might just be a one time thing. You know? Friends with benefits...
"Yeah right…." He responded weakly. "How's it going, babe?"
Babe? Yeah, guess he thinks we do have a thing between us. "I'm doing fine, maxy. Ready to participate in any boring trip 'he' throws at me...that little decieving mech." I mumbled.
"What was that last thing?" He inquired, while his adorable optics blinked down at me. I quickly composed my hot face into a smug grin.
"Nothing...just talking to my self..."
"Oh." We both stared down at our feet until the silence became unbearable and he broke it. "Hey...Midnight?"
"Yeah?" I looked up at him with awaiting green lights, and I giggled as his optics widened at my open beauty.
"I-I was wondering...I-If you'll- I'm- you don't have to if you don't want but- You might consider to g-go o-ut with m-me again- but of course after you return from your trip?" He stuttered nervously. Primus I didn't know if he was ever going to finish. Haha!
"I would like that, very much. Last time was very...pleasurable."
"Really," his optics sparkled with excitement. I chuckled lightly at them, for I haven't seen something so spark-breaking in a long time, and I merrily nodded my helm.
"Really...You know I kind of actually like you, and I wouldn't mind if you did also..." I muttered shyly. Shy? I wasn't shy, was I?
"Well in that case...I like you too." He closed the distance between us, and my spark jumped up trying to reach his. I had to hold my chestplates from parting in front of everyone and being imbarrassed. I think he was having the same difficulty with the hiding fustration on his face.
"Trion! The 'Corrina' is ready for departure!" A mech called from the ship.
"Mmmh, trip time. Yay!" I said flatly.
"Aw! Have to go already?" Max breathed into my audio receptor, his face inches apart from mine. I stared down as his luscious lips for a astrosecond before I flicked them back up at his optics, seeing that he was staring at mine also.
"Er..um..I guess I better get going. I don't want to..er..keep them waiting." I mumbled trying to draw my body from his distance frame but not having the momentum to do so.
"Yeah, I guess..." He cautiously glanced at me before he leaned in and...and planted a kiss on my cheek. The tender, warm touch made my spark flutter in it's casing and I almost grabbed him and mushed my lips to his sexy ones like last time...but I didn't thankfully. My CPU wasn't glitching up bad mistakes that I would regret later.
"Um...bye." I choked out before he smiled his broadness and turned his husky frame on his heels back into the base. I almost ran after him...almost.
"Midnight?" I turned to see my Alpha Trion looking at me with a sad, akward face, and his arms crossed upon his chest.
"Aww, Trion! Don't get all gooey on me now….Oh stop it! Stop putting that face you sparkling!" I giggled. Alpha Trion broke a smile upon his faceplates.
"Until next time, dearest. Since I have access to a space bridge I'll meet you over there. Have a safe trip." He stuffed me in a big techbear hug with no intention of letting go. When I started to squirm in his warm embrace, he broke it off.
"What? If you have a space bridge, why can't I use that for travel?"
"Because, you need to get out more and besides, the crew is traveling down there to unload some cargo that the Commander requested. And the Vermins are acompaning you and I would rather not have them all being transported through my spacebridge. They could mess something up."
"It's funny how I'm so isolated here on this base that I don't even know anything about the outside world, including were the main base is." I wrinkled my foreplates together as he gestured a wave, telling me that I wasn't wanted in his presence anymore...I see how it is. I grinned with his amusement as I waved back my wild good-bye as my hand flipped side to side in impossible speed, like a sparkling wave.
"I love you Trion!" I called over my shoulder as I began to board the awaiting ship; leaving behind everything I knew.
"As do I, dearest!...And don't do any funny business with any mechs there, you hear me!" He added in his good-bye, clearly he saw the interaction me and Max had. I giggled again at that thought.
"Wasn't planning on." I promised. "I already got a mech here!" I looked back at Trion, Redgate, wheelie, my already-tended-to father who joined the group of loved ones, but there was only one person missing. My mother….I turned on my heels and watched as the 'Corrina' departed from my home base. From my normal, perfect, little life.
"Good-bye mother, wherever you are…"
Main Base
"She's here!"
"She's here?"
"She is!"
"Did you hear that? She's here!"
"Oh great! She finally here!"
"NO! MY LIFE IS OFFICIALLY RUINED! Wait no, nevermind...I'm going to be a TEACHER!"
"Let's go meet her then. Shall we?"
Chromia, Ratchet, Ironhide, Jetfire, jazz, and Optimus hesitated. This was the moment they were all waiting for. They all marveled out loud what they imagined her as we made our way down to the docking bay. Everyone was so hyped up about meeting this new femme, so was Optimus and I felt a ping of jealousy. Would life be for the better now that we had a secret weapon? Would everything be the same between each other? Will this 'newcomer' bring a blessing or primus forbid it, a curse. I may not know what will happen in the future, but I do hope for the better.
"…I bet she's really hot!" Jetfire believed.
"A really hot fire fighting femme!" Jazz said.
"Nah…She probably isn't half as beautiful as Chromia."Ironhide cooed to his sparkmate, as she snuggled closer to him.
"But Chromia isn't hot!" Jetfire whined. He smiled when Chromia growled.
"Stop being immature, Jetfire. The newcomer shall be respected, right Optimus?" Ratchet looked at Optimus for an answer. Optimus had his arm wrapped around my waist, as we walked to the docking bay. I breathed in his desirable scent that radiated of his armor, as his fingers traced shapes on my hip absently. Optimus hasn't been himself lately. He's been avoiding me, I should say. The regular dates we went on every orn were forgotten, and the soft kisses we shared were not received. When he looked at me, I didn't see the sparkle that was there when we first met. I sighed as he pulled his arm away from me, and back to his side. He probably suspected that I was keeping something from him.
"You are correct, Ratchet. I expect that she will be treated with respect and kindness. I do not…repeat do not want to see her being treated less than she should. Am I clear….Jetfire?" His eyes meandered to his best friend who smirked mischievously up at him. His eyes read that of a naughty mech planning on doing something diabolical. Optimus couldn't help but smile at him. He and Jetfire were best friends since they were just sparklings. They did almost everything together when they were young, but they were even closer now full grown.
"Whatever you say boss…."
This place was…stunning. It was strikingly lovely at ever corner, and building. Luminous Mechs and Femmes passed by, and HUGE ships lingered around their docking bay. Humans darted beneath us 'bots so they didn't get squished, but they managed to get around. There were huge computers being monitored at one area, and another was occupied by a hundred 'bots catering supplies around. Everywhere I looked was breathtaking, and foreign. The walls were occupied by cybertrionian symbols. The architecture was remarkably sturdy and durable, and filled with history from long ago. I just imagined the ancients when they must have been here. Had they built this fine place?
I was escorted into the bay by a mech called Ultra Magnus. The white and blue mech wouldn't stop staring at me, and I had to tell him to keep his optics to himself. I could tell he felt extremely embarrassed at that acknowledgment. He kind of reminded me of Maximum. That adorable mech I left behind at Saxeon. I was afraid to say good-bye because the last time I said good-bye to a mech I loved, I never saw him again, which was a horrible cataclysm in my case.
He also wouldn't stop talking. He was like a walking radio switched to the most boring station that no one listened to. I was being forced to listen to this one, and primus was I going to die. My hand actually wandered over to my rifle and caressed the trigger, speculating if I should shoot myself. But I was saved when a femme approached us, making Ultra Magnus shut up. She was a cute, soft green with an athletic shape. She was really built for a femme, but it seemed like she didn't use her strength very much. I could see the gentleness in her eyes as she greeted me with a warm welcome.
"Hello! You must be the newcomer,"she smiled tenderly. "My name is Moonracer. Special Analysis of the Military Unit. 'SAMU.' Basically I detect any decepticon hackings, or incursions. Head of security you can say!" She laughed.
" Um..er..My name is Midnight,"I introduced hesitantly, with my hand extended. She shook it firmly. "I've transferred here from Saxeon to specialize in your military forces. And...uh..it's so nice to meet a friendly femme on my first day."
" Whoah! Midnight is suchhh a beautiful name and it defiantly fits your apearance," I blushed at her complement even if it wasn't the first time I heard that. "But did I hear you say Saxeon? Saxeon the classified-base-of-advanced-combat-fighting. That Saxeon?" She arched an optic ridge. I nodded merrily and she exploded in a chorus of admirations.
"Oh my Primus! You're from Saxeon! SAXEON! The greatest base in the world! I've always dreamed of going there. Oh Primus, I can't believe that I'm standing next a soldier that attended there! Ahhhh!" She squealed with excitement.
"Well, my father is the Broquetus, the Commander of the base. I technically have to attend there-"
"Wait,wait,wait. D-did you s-say that your f-father is Broquetus?" she squeked in a tight voice.
"Er..um..yeah I did. Why?" I asked catiously. Instantly I was knocked down by a crazy, green femme. Her arms griped my shoulder shaking them violently. I guess she didn't notice how strong she really was. Ultra Magnus had to peel her hands off of me and then pin her to the floor to remind her that I was a living autobot.
"I'm so sorry 'night- 'night can I call you that?"
"Sure—"
"I'm so truly sorry for my behavior. It was rude and unnecessary, and if Optimus were to see me he would kill me." She apologized. Her hands cupped both sides of her face, shaking her helm. And I could of sworn I saw her stiffen with a thought of realization, like someone comm. linked her.
"I think that would be an understatement, Moonracer."
I turned around startled by the sudden strong, deep voice that carried itself to my audio receptors. My optics locked with a tall, striking, brawny mech. His color scheme of blues and reds were very familiar. Optimus prime gazed down at me with intense optics. Whoa, they were the deepest blue I've ever seen, and they were like steel.
"Hello soldier. Welcome to the Autobot base, or you can call it hell,"he chuckled. I smiled adorably up at him. "My name is—"
"Optimus Prime. Great Leader of the Autobots, and rightful ruler of Cybertron." He looked at me stunned and without words. "You're a very famous mech, Optimus. Don't be too surprised." I giggled. He smiled at my laugh.
"You have a beautiful laugh. A laugh just like my femme-friend, but yours is just as beautiful...no offense Elita!" He called over his soldier. I quickly ducked my head and blushed, ignoring the action he made as he called 'elita' over his shoulder. He laughed at my reaction, amused. "Sorry I always try to please my soldiers so they feel comfortable here. Sometimes it's not the best for some femmes...I learned that the hard way." He narrowed his optics at the memory.
"Serves you right Optimus." A dark, blue femme said as she made her way over to me. She was very curvy and masculine for a femme, and each stride she took with her thick thighs, were strode with dignity and pride. "No one told you to make a comment like that to me when we hardly knew each other. Very unwise."
"He looks like the mech who makes unwise things towards femmes...no offense." He wrinkled his noisplate.
"You got that right femme. Optimus doesn't have good experiance with femmes, but he is somewhat a femme magnet...somehow." She shook her head smirking.
"Femme Magnet, huh?" Optimus asked with playfulness. She snorted with what seemed like...teasing sort of. A smirk was fabricating its way on my face. He stepped a little closer and my spark jumped. His presence was grand and engaging, and I found that I enjoyed it a lot.
"He doesn't look a femme magnet...more like a clutz. A 'con magnet." I said as I traced his battle scars with my careful emerald optics. They ran all down his helm and chassis.
"Do I now, soldier? Thanks for scarring my ego." He chuckled amorously, and I felt my spark act up again in its casing. I felt like opening my chest plates and plucking it out so it doesn't abuse me from the inside. And let me tell you, I was very close to doing so. My spark hasn't acted up since….since 'him', and maxy-mech. But it must just be a regular Commander crush, because I was sure he didn't feel the same thing happening to his spark. Did he? No….
"Hey Optimus move your big, fat frame, I can't see what the femme fighter looks like." Jetfire whined. When Optimus moved his body I felt my body go numb. Standing next to the mech Jetfire, was a very familiar face. A face I didn't want to see, and would rather not have to work with. The face showed the same amount of shock and anger. My anger showed all over my face and it didn't make it better when every 'bot present stared at me with wide optics and dropped jaws.
"Holy frag, she's HOT!" Two 'bot said to each other. I deliberatly ignored them. "Like really HOT...SHE'S GORGEOUS."
But I wasn't focused on their shocked expressions, I was focused on her. Only her. The one femme that made my life possible, and a living pit when she lived with me. Elita-one stared back at me astounded with who stood before her, but she didn't seem surprised. Perhaps she knew I was coming, and surely she saw the pain that ripped through me at the moment.
"What the pit is going on….Elita? Are you alright….Midnight what's wrong?" Chromia asked cautiously, afraid of a sudden outbreak. She saw how Midnight and Elita were staring at each other. It was the look of pure pain, and Chromia knew it well. "I thought you guys...am I missing something?"
I looked at Elita nervously and she looked at me with those soft optics of hers. Elita-one took a daring step forward testing me. I followed the same way, and each step she took, was another step to pit. All I wanted to do was crawl into a corner and weep, and did I want to do it badly. I remember everything very clearly, for I had promised myself that I would never forget. And here we were. It's a new world, it's a start...Here I am.
"Hello Midnight..." She said in carefully.
"Sister?" I mumbled with stunned shock as it consumed my body into a trance that was almost unbreakable.
Everyone stared at each with wider optics than before, and lower dropped jaws. Even Optimus.
"Wait. WHAT! Elita that...that's your...she's...sister's?" Jetfire choked on every word as jazz hit his back so he could gain his breath. It wasn't working.
"Cool! Elita has a HOT sister. Jetfire do you know what this means?" Jazz tilted his head as a naughty smile made its way across his amused faceplates. Jetfire instantly caught the hint and returned the grin.
"Oooh! I see...hey Elita's sister!" Jetfire called out. I slowley turned my head, reluctent to break away from the gaze set on my sister.
"Yes...um...er..."
"Jetfire...or you could call me the Jetster, or maybe also the studliess, or maybe-"
"Okay we get it jetfire." Optimus cut him off, annoyed by his mere voice at the moment. Optimus was already shocked at the word Elita muttered to Midnight. Sister? Anger began to well inside of him. She was keeping this away from him the whole time, and it made him mad. What else could she be hiding.Elita-one noticed his expression and backed away from his side, scared at the fumes that were flaring out of his vents. She knew she was in trouble, and she knew she wasn't going to get away with it this time.
"Jetfire...you may continue what you were saying." I offered with kind, green lights. They were so comforting, Jetfire thought. Quickly, he composed his mushy expression back to a humoreous mold.
"You know you are going to need somewhere to recharge for the night-"
"She's staying in my quarters, Jet. Optimus already established that." Elita swiftly said. He glared at her for a astro before he continued what he was saying. I was listening intently.
"As I was saying, you wouldn't want to spend nights in Elita's quarters and be waked every night because the loud banging sounds of Elita and Optimus fragging in the other room-"
"Jetfire!" Chromia roared, while he recieved a hit upside the head from jazz and...a wrench was thrown at him from behind. He turned around instictivley to see Ratchet emerging into the bay. He didn't seem very happy, not happy at all. Ratchet? It couldn't be...could it? It's been so long since I've seen his grumpy face. Haha!
"Ratchet!" I shrieked. Everyone was quickly to stare at me with raised optics. Ratchet looked stunned before he shook off his shock and flashed me a smile as I ran over to jump into a warm embrace. He chuckled lightly as he staggered back from the force, and tried to restore his balance while he held me.
"Hey sparkling! What in cybertron are you doing here and...How did you get so big...you know you shouldn't eat all those energon goodies, there bad for your digestive systems." he pointed out. I knew Ratchet since I was barley a few orns old, because he was the one who delivered me. It felt so good to see his face again, for I haven't seen him since 4 vorns ago. That was when I had a little problem, and I requested that he helped me with it, because I couldn't trust any other medic with the 'situation'. Ratchet was shocked, but willing to help me, and I was grateful for his kindness...so very grateful
"Ratchet. You know Midnight here? Would you care to tell me how?" Optimus asked, hiding the anger inside, and putting his proffesional face back on. Ratchet grunted at all the intense stares that pierced his curcuits, and frying his processor.
"Um...uh...Midnight is one of my old friends daughter. I delivered her when her mother sparked, and we've been close ever since. Optimus." Ratchet nodded at the commander. Optimus returned the gesture, and Ratchet and I gathered back up with them. Desperate to break the alward silence that follwed my all-out-there greeting with ratchet. Jetfire was the first 'bot who came to my proccessor.
"Sooo, hey babe." I inclined to Jetfire. He shuddered his optics for a astrominute, bewildered.
"Me?" He asked, jabbing a nervous finger into his chest.
"Yeah you...I call everyone babe-if you were wondering. It's a thing we say in Saxion.- What were you saying about Elita and Optimus making certain noises in the other room. Mmmh?" I smirked at I glanced up at Optimus's imbarrassed expression, and I thought he was going to protest, but surprisingly he kept quiet.
"Um..er...haha...well-I was saying that maybe you would-"
"Stay at your quarters sure!" He stared at me with a numb expression, very dazed. "But i'll warn you, I snore pretty loud." I chuckled, and he joined in.
"That makes two of us, I guess."
"Hey, wait. No,no,no,no. You are NOT staying at Jetfire's. There is no way I'm going to alow that-" Elita started to command. I rolled my optics skwards flashing green to the ceiling.
"It's not your desicion to make, Elita. Nor is it your buisness what I do or don't do." I snapped.
"Your buisness is always my buisness, and I do have the right."
"No you don't. I'm a grown femme and I can do whatever the pit I want...and stop acting like my mom!" I screamed truly vexed by her bossiness. She gave me the most malicious glare, I've evr seen her give me. she was defiantly changing.
"Well someone needs to be your mom." She growled. That hit me hard, and it felt like a bullet in my spark. I staggered back, shuddering my optics violently, trying to recall what she just said. Tears anomously started to swell in my optics sacks, already threatening to fall.
"You know danm well the situation with my distant mom, so don't try to be her." I snapped with pure anger and sadness. Stress pulled at my processor detinating the tears that fought so hard to hold back. She fell silent as she watched the tears run cold down my face, and she instantly regretted the words she spoke.
"Wait-Midnight! I'm sorry...I...I didn't mean to- I."
"Jetfire can you show me to your quarters. I think I would like to settle down. I'm really tired from the trip and I desperate for some good recharge, do you mind." He shook the image of the tears upon my face away as I quickly wiped them with my backhand.
"Yeah...sure. This way, I guess." he gestured for me to follow him out the docking bay, with jazz right behind me. Chromia, Elita, Optimus, and Ratchet were left behind, each sharing different emotions. Chromia had irritation all over her face. Elita wore an apologetic mold. Optimus fummed anger again, while Ratchet left fustration dwindle about his faceplates.
"Are you alright?" Jazz asked unsure, and Jetfire nodded in agreement. "What happened back there? You looked like you were going to break down in tears."
"She was breaking down in tears-" Jazz slapped Jetfire upside the head again.
"Ow!" He muttered softly.
"I'm fine...Back there? That was nothing...just nothing." Jetfire nad Jazz glanced at each other before a devious plan fabricated a way throught their thoughts.
"Me and Jetfire know just the thing that will cheer you up, femme." I stared at them with utter curiousity, and they stared back with the biggest grins I ever saw mechs wear.
"Have you ever had high-grade before?"
Who wants to see the new recruit get over energised with the craziest mechs.
Jetfire and Jazz!
I do!
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Will Midnight get crazy with them?...How will Optimus get along with her spending nights in his and Elita's quarter?...until next chapter.
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