Winds of Change: West
Blitzwing :heart: Black Arachnia
JetfireWeasley5 is to be thanked for introducing me to this pairing! You must read Freakshow.
From his crashed and mangled position among the trees, the sight of a slim-lined black helicopter shooting through the trees was like an angel. A godsend. A precious hope. Then he saw it land in the form of a deadly techno-arachnid. Correction: femme techno-arachnid triple changer!
He knew that techno-organics was possible, he's just never actually seen one, but here is one right now. Long spindly legs on the search for something.
So enamored by watching her beauty and hunting skills, he completely forgot she was hunting for HIM. Well at least his beacon signal stuck between two trees a hundred or so feet above her. He remembered when she strays out of his sight making him curse. The delicate sound of her light footsteps stilling lets him know she heard him.
Part of him is so excited that she might notice him. Part of him is terrified that she will kill him. Part of him is a afraid she will leave him strung up for the Autobots or worse to rust away in shame and humiliation up here alone.
She returns to his line of sight and does another search. To aid her, he gives a respectful, "A-hem," drawing her attention up.
His spark stills seeing her slightly transform again to a bi-pedal mode tucking two sets of legs against her back. "Ah, hello," he tries to sound respectful and not a drooling idiot that many take him for.
Blitzwing is in complete control of his three-part personalities. He lets everyone believe he is a crazy schizophrenic in order to hold the upper hand on Decepticon, Neutral or Autobot alike. There are only two who know he is fully sane and the rest of this is just a ploy. Otherwise, Hook never would have cleared him for duty and Megatron never would have let the insane unpredictable mech stay within his ranks.
He smiles broader, the femme blinks her large oval ruby optics. "What are you doing up there?" She asks carefully gauging the situation.
"Well…," he can't even scratch his helm in a cute fashion with his arms stuck so he is left with just blushing. "It's complicated."
Four of her arms cross over her clearly femme chest. She knows he needs her help or else he never would have given his position away, but also she's not THAT patient and thus taps her foot looking at exactly how stuck he is.
The tank tracks have him caught on two branches vertically. The wings are tangled caught horizontally with his arms in a painful one-third transformation predicament. With another facial squinch and attempted wiggle he tires to get to the point. "See there was this pesky Wrecker that I was following through an asteroid belt and well things went a little sideways." He notices her foot stops tapping with his honesty, thus he continues.
"So apparently these asteroids don't like certain explosions and they took it out on my little ship and my escape pod…. It didn't like it any better. So here I am caught between a high and a low place and no where to go."
With his most charming smile he tries sheepishly, "Would you be so kind as to help a mech out?" Her ruby jewels instantly go bright wide, and he curses again snapping his optics shut tight.
It's not the first time a mech has tried that line with her, but when he sputters and tries over and over again to cover his tracks and take it all back, she can't help but feel a little bad for the mech. He meant it innocently enough and now trying to get himself out of it is making his predicament worse.
Her giggle to his struggle stops instantly when a loud snap is heard. "Oh *snap* sh- AHHHH!" and a few more snaps to follow as the heavy weight falls through the smaller botanical limbs.
The purple and black mech falls from the trees sure that his already tangled body is going to be a further wreck by the time he meets the unforgiving ground. There isn't enough distance to transform into anything and therefore his fate is sealed.
Boing.
Boing? His brain asks finding himself staring at a startled brown long eared fuzzy thing face to face even though he has not impacted with the ground.
"Will that do?" She crouches down and twitters her fingers into the fur of the stun scared little thing before it scampers off.
"Uh-huh. Thanks?" He sighs with complete relief to not being crumpled. Gathering his wits, he takes in the fact that he is stuck in some kind of web. So that's how she saved him. Carefully he sits up and looks to the stick substance that she is now cutting free of him and the trees. "This is interesting. You created this?"
She snorts, "Not by choice."
With a thud he finds himself on the ground and takes a moment to get himself into a bi-pede mode. With a shiver and a shake, limbs, leaves and whatever else was stuck loosely in his armor is now on the ground at his pedes.
By the time he is together, she has the ball wadded up and incinerates it. His optics light up to the flame but says nothing. She gives a deep sigh and turns back to him arms crossed over her chest again.
He sticks his hand out, "I'm terribly sorry, the name is Blitzwing."
"Black Arachnia," she accepts his hand.
He warms and is tempted to put a little bit more charm but her optics dare him to and she will hurt him. Wisely he just gives her a light shake and then releases. "So, um, seen any Decepticons recently?"
Her helm shakes to the daft question and flips to her helicopter mode, "Follow me, fly boy." In a shake he is after her and joining her to the flight deck of Nemesis.
Flipping back to their bi-pede modes he gives a whistle, "Damn this is a sight for sore optics!"
She shakes her head once more and leads the way to the bridge. "Lord Megatron, I have found you another soldier."
Megatron smiles broadly, "Well done, Black Arachnia! Blitzwing, good to have you back."
Blitzwing is respectful to his leader with a bow and tone, but as soon as he sees Starscream, he gives him the arrogance. "Humph, thought we would have at least released some dead weight around here."
Megatron raises one finger in warning before Starscream can launch at the new arrival. "Blitzwing, you know better. Arachnia, show him to some quarters." She's about to snarl her reply but Megatron is the one to make the warning glare this time.
With a stomp she leads the daft mech to a set of dank and abandoned quarters. "There. Happy?"
He nods and gives her a soft respectful reply, "Black Arachnia, once again, thank you. I was a little worried I would rust out there alone. I was afraid I would go stir crazy."
"Well, all for the Decepticons, right?" She shrugs and leaves. He watches her leave and she feels his tender optics on her back until she rounds the corner. Damn!
~~
Over the next few weeks, she sees a whole different mech than she saw in the forest. She sees a hot headed mean one towards Starscream. She sees a stone cold near-silent one with Knockout. Then with the Autobots and humans, a bat-shit crazy berserker tearing up their attacks and sending them screaming in fear never knowing what is coming after them.
The curious thing is that when it's just him or just he and Megatron, or herself she sees the mech she met in the forest. Completely calm, levelheaded, smart and most of all, a gentlemech. It has her very confused and even at times, worried. Maybe he is crazy. Maybe she should have left him strung up in the tree to rust and die.
Its just that when he is around her, he treats her with the utmost respect and dignity that an elite femme or a loyal soldier deserves. That is the mech that intrigues her. Knockout and some of the others are treating her like a freak and it hurts… just like they treat him.
One night in the rec-room after a particular harsh volley of insults and name calling, Knockout is thrown from the room by the raging 'crazy mech'. The sports car dashes down the halls and away for fear of his finish getting injured further.
Arachnia sees that no one else is in the room when Blitzwing throws a table against the wall and roars at the ceiling with enraged fists making her audios ring in pain. She's about to leave him alone when his arms slump to his side and he is left panting, "Please don't leave."
"Why should I stay?" Her arms are wrapped herself in a rare show of fear.
He pants again and shakes his head, "You have a point." With his head still down, he heads for the door to push past her.
There she sees the shy stuck mech she first met. Only this time he isn't stuck in a tree, he's stuck in a far worse hell all alone. One hand comes loose and presses softly to his chest center stopping his retreat. "I didn't say I was leaving, I just asked why I should stay."
He's afraid to touch her seeing how he hasn't been able to get her off his mind since his arrival on Earth. What made him show her his true colors from the very beginning he will never know, but right now he's not sorry he did. The one person he can confide in and he has no idea what to say or do. "I'm not good company right now."
A bit more boldly she steps before him blocking his retreat further, "And when am I ever good company?" He gives a slight huff and smirk to everyone calling her a wicked-bitch.
"Blitz, are you on duty right now?" He shakes his head and she gives him a soft smile before touching her comm. "Soundwave, Blitzwing and I are going on a scouting mission." An approval ping comes back and Black Arachnia gives him no choice but to follow him to the flight deck.
Stepping all the way to the edge, he watches her make a graceful dive off the edge to flip to her helicopter mode. They say nothing, but just enjoy the feel of freedom's flight against the dusky night's sky. On and on they fly until they find an Energon deposit against a geo-thermal vent. To their delight, it's liquefied! He drops down and pulls a bit of his gauntlet off. Rinsing it off in the stream a few steps over, he dips the gauntlet into the pool and gives it a taste, "Ohh, this is good."
He scoops up another dose and gives it to her. With a respectful sip she hums into it as well and settles down tucking her legs ever so lady like to finish her portion. They take turns sipping from the pure pool.
"Careful, we don't want to over do it, they might talk," she gives him a smirk.
He chuckles too setting the grieve to the side in case they want more. With a deep sigh, he reclines against the cliff wall and looks up to the stars, "Thank you…. Again."
Now it's her turn to laugh making herself comfortable beside him against the wall. From this position they can watch the large night flying creatures move silently in their hunt. Blitzwing takes a chance and slips his hand over hers bringing it to his lap.
She finds it curious that all he does is soothe and caress her hand. He's not making lude moves with her hand or his. He's just so different than any mech she has ever met. Here he is exploring her hand as if exploring a relationship. He's just so different while alone with her.
"Blitz, are you really crazy?"
"I was. It took a lot to get myself back together. By the time I did, everyone already knew me as a cracked pot not to be taken seriously or lightly."
"Why don't you set them straight?" She gives his hand a supportive squeeze.
With a soft turn of his helm he gives her a warm smile, "Why don't you let others know how sweet and kind you can be?"
She looks up to him and bites her lip with a cute fang hanging out. "They don't deserve to know."
His shoulders slump and watches her carefully. The spark in his chest races in fear but his brain tells him to try so his shaking hand lifts to cup her cheek, "No, they don't." With a another stroke he whispers, "Thank you once again."
Her cheek nuzzles into his soft hand, "Careful, mech, I eat sparks for breakfast."
He leans over and smiles sweetly, "It's alright, I have two more where that one came from." She can't help but giggle to him teasing himself. Her lips are still laughing as she lifts up to his own laughing ones.
Both will have to admit, a laughing first-kiss is a first for them both. It only makes them laugh a little harder knowing that neither will be able to give a real kiss right now. Instead they press foreheads together and shine laughing optics at each other.
"Careful there femme, I could fall for you," he is trying to be warm and serious.
Her chest sniggers and then she bursts out laughing, "Yeah, about a hundred feet."
"Oh damn!" he busts out laughing too. He completely forgot about falling out of the tree at her pedes. It's too much for him and they find themselves leaning on each other heavily.
Sweet laughter together is something they are not used to being around. Being made fun of and receiving the end of others cruel jokes, oh yes, but this sweet tenderness together is a rarity.
With the giggling and chuckling dying down he strokes her cheek again. "'Nia, may I kiss and court you?"
Her spark swells to his ever so sweet respect. The icing on the cake is his choice of moniker for her. "I think I'd like that, Blitz."
This time the kiss works like it should. Light lips pluck and explore each other before sealing and pressing more securely. Both of them know there will be no further advancement of their physical relationship tonight. No, tonight is perfect just with gentle kisses and warm laughter.
~~
Over the next few weeks, they secretly court. She remains her aloof and bitchy self to others. He remains the off-kilter no one can understand why Megatron has among their ranks. One thing that everyone will agree on, with Black Arachnia and Blitzwing on the battlefield, no one else stands a chance. On top of that, they are a deadly precision team. More than enough they have the humans out of their way as they extract the stolen goods needed to further their cause.
Side by side the two walk arrogantly and confidently along the flight deck. Megatron mentally beams when they bow to him in sync upon arrival. An unlikely pair? Maybe, maybe not, he watches them walk side by side to the rec-room to receive their ration of Energon.
~~~
Down in the cargo bay set aside for her, Blitzwing locks the door behind himself. There is his 'Nia stretched out on her berth but not asleep. Somewhere she has found candles and has the berth area lit up romantically for both of them. As he sits on the edge of the berth, her hands slide up his chest, over the shoulders and stroke two fingers down his wing tips.
In return, he leans in wrapping an arm around her waist the other hand has a single finger playing around her chest center. "'Nia, I don't want a fling. I want forever starting now."
Softly she nods into the topic that has been coming up more and more frequent lately. She has to admit, she's done playing around as well. She wants this illusive sparkmate that romantic stories hinge on. "I just don't know if it will work with me." They both know she is talking of her organic half bonding to his pure Cybertronian side.
"Let me find that out," he presses his thumb a little harder begging her to release her spark to him.
Once again she bites her lip leaving a fang hanging out. To help ease her fears, he pulls his torso armor off and his helmet. He takes her hand and helps her thumb play over his spark rim until it exposes itself to her. Slowly she breathes, and then bares herself to him as well.
Laying her back, Blitzwing is careful in pressing his life into hers. There they see the horrors that made one a bi-species and one split three ways. There they see how the other has helped heal past wounds and together they are far far stronger beings together. From there, they see how much they want a future together even going to far as to tell their leader the truth of their new relationship.
Stroking and crooning desire, passion and promise into each other, the sparks climax and burst with abundance of their new life as One.
The emotional side of the sparks don't want to retreat, but the physical reality is that they can not sustain outside the closed chambers for eternity. So with the closing of the chambers, femme and mech are left looking at each other with their own optics.
"Hello, may mate," he whispers.
She strokes over his cheek, "Hello my love."
Neither needs to say it, for they just saw and felt it. The desire and passion for each other is more than ready to physically join. This time the kisses are not sweet or exploring. This time the kisses are hard with need and want. A fusion of body and soul. He cups her lower back as he makes his way to join them physically for the first time. She gives him a soft firm nod and a wanton-plea that even if he wanted to refuse, his body wouldn't listen.
Her trim back rises in a glorious arch making his mech form curl over and take her as his own. She will never submit to anyone, but she will give. He will never force, but he will accept. Curling, clinging, and clutching the bodies take over where the sparks left off: making their relationship deeper and infused permanently.
"Oh PRIMUS! 'Nia!" He pants her name out in time to the pulse of their dance.
"Blizzzzz," she elongates his name as she crest over and he follows.
To his surprise, she is sobbing. Black Arachnia sobbing? Worse, sobbing after bonding to him.
"'N-nia?" His poor spark shivers and starts to pull away.
"N-no!" all her long limbs lash out to clutch and wrap around him halting his retreat.
"Then you have to talk to me," he soothes out cupping her damp cheek.
"I never want to lose this feeling. I don't want to leave this room, this berth, this moment. I know I'm safe and whole here. I don't want to be afraid of losing you to anything." So much she has already lost. Too much he has already had ripped away from himself as well.
"Shh, shh, my 'Nia, shh, just rest." Although it's her arms and legs encasing him to her body it's his soft hands holding her helm to his chest that makes her feel safest.
In the morning when neither report to their post, and everyone is afraid to check on the bitch and the berserker, Lord Megatron snorts, "Cowards the lot of you!" He stomps down the hall of his own ship and overrides the code to the spider's den.
There he finds a sight that warms even his dark spark. He's not really cold, just more driven that emotional. He has soft emotions, it's just he doesn't let those be the ones to drive him (unlike the Autobots).
Still, there he sees a very sweet sight. Blitzwing is on his side propped up fist to cheek, elbow to berth so he can look down on the dark femme in their soft conversation. A single sheet modestly covers them both. The mech's remaining hand is twining and stroking through the other one of hers above the sheet while her remaining hand takes his chin to pull is down for a sweet kiss.
"A-hem," Megatron softly coughs but moves no closer to them.
"My Lord?" Blitzwing is respectful to turn to face to his leader but does not pull back from his near kiss with his femme.
That does bring a smirk to the sharp leader's cheeks. So Blitzwing will acknowledge his leader but makes it clear where his priorities lie…the one at his side. "Hum, so this is what kept you from your patrol?"
"I was patrolling other interests?" He tries to sound cute and the spider-femme moans to the bad joke.
Megatron shakes his helm as well and flicks a hand in the air, "Next shift, I expect you both to report to your assigned duties."
Blitzwing nods, "Yes sir. And just so you know, I did switch my shift with Starscream."
Once more Megatron rolls his optics and groans to being set up by his Air Commander. He heard everyone wanting to know how serious it was between these two, he just never thought they would trick him to be the one to find the answer. "Ah, yes, of course. Well, in that case, never mind. As you were. Starscream can take both shifts."
Both faces gape, "Really?!"
Megatron beams his smile, "Oh yes. If Starscream has me invading your privacy, than his personal time will be sacrificed as well. Carry on," and strides out of the cargo bay. As soon as the door is relocked, the Second in Command's name is bellowed through the hallways making the bonded pair laugh.
Arachnia tugs the black chin again, "I suggest you follow Lord Megatron's orders."
Blitzwing draws her over his body, "Mm, I do believe those orders were for you as well, my love."
~~~
Within weeks of their bonding, 'Nia knew something was wrong but like hell was she going to go to Knockout. The arrogant and vane bastard could rust in the ocean before she would ever ask for his help. As the sickly weeks continue, even Blitzwing's concern and push will not persuade her.
His breaking point is when she physically tosses him from their quarters leaving him more scared that angry. He has no idea how long he sat in the hallway shivering in fear for the love of his life when graceful but heavy footsteps break through his trance.
Not one set of pedes, two. Swiftly he rises to face his Leader and his recently arrived lead scientist:
"Shockwave," the name is breathed. Respectfully he lowers his helm to both of them. Silently he says a prayer of praise to seeing the recently returned genius who has been working on the Predacon cloning. That's right, bio-technology.
Megatron's brow furrows seeing the bonded mech on the outside of his quarters. "Blitzwing? Is everything alright?"
Just then, Black Arachnia lets of a horrible cry. Panic flashes over the smallest mech as he pounds his code into the keypad but nothing happens. He tries three more times before long lilac fingers carefully lift and pull his hand away by the wrist. "Allow me."
Megatron lays a soft but firm hand to the shivering mech's shoulder holding him back while the genius hacks the system and the doors part. Once more, Megatron holds tight to the shoulder keeping him reined in as all three carefully enter.
"Dear PRIMUS!" With Megatron temporarily stunned, Blitzwing makes his dash for his mate. Shockwave is right on his heels.
"Fascinating." Shockwave crouches down.
Blitzwing hisses his frustration, "No Shockwave, it isn't fascinating! Something is wrong!"
Arachnia is writhing and wriggling in pure agony as a second sphere emerges from her body wrapped in a her web-silk like material. She stops to pant but not for long and a third emerges.
"I should call Knockout," Megatron reaches for his comm but stops when a lashing of web sticks his wrist to the wall. "What are you DOING?!"
The femme might be in agony and prone on the floor, but her wrath and seething is clear, "I don't want that vane and vile bastard anywhere near me!"
"'Nia, shh, 'Nia, we don't need him. We have someone better," Blitzwing is trying to soothe Leader and Mate.
Megatron yanks his wrist free tossing the disgusting stuff from his arm. "What do you mean, Blitzwing?"
"This is incredible, My Liege." Shockwave has one of the silk-covered orbs in his hand ever so gently examining it.
"Give it to me!" Arachnia lashes out for it, but can't reach it with her weak body in in Blitzwing's protective grasp and Shockwave holding the slight glowing orb up to the light.
"What is it?" Megatron shares his scientist's curiosity.
"I believe it's a sparkling encased in an Insecticon's egg," Shockwave is completely marveled.
"How can that be? I thought-"
"Life has found a way….," Blitzwing whispers and presses his lips to his panicked and blessed mate.
Shockwave nods, "The mech is correct."
Megatron holds the egg very carefully almost caressing it. "Life. A new race of soldiers?"
Shockwave takes a deep sigh and nods. He's holding his private thoughts back. Blitzwing knows he needs to tread very carefully here. On one hand he does not want his offspring to be cogs in a war, but on the other hand, his leader is holding his delicate creation in a precarious situation.
"My Lord, may we keep them?" He is ever so careful to ask.
Megatron returns the egg to Shockwave, "What do you think, Commander?"
Shockwave looks between the worried parents and the powerful leader. "It would be an experiment worth continuing." Blitzwing bites his tongue to the cold statement.
Megatron gives a curt nod, "Very well. You may continue but do your best not to let this interfere with your duties." With all three agreeing, the silver mech leaves.
Shockwave returns to the worried parents and sets the precious orb into both of their arms. "I will not let harm come to them. Life is a precious and should not be wasted."
"I-I don't trust Knockout." She shivers.
Shockwave drops his hand to his hip and gives her a respected touch to his words, "I know, I will see to your care personally. Blitzwing, take her to the berth, stay with her (like he really had to order?), I will return shortly with some equipment."
The bonded mech does as ordered plus bringing the three glowing orbs between them both wrapping them all up tightly in a couple blankets. He's actually scared and lets her know it, "Hey, you got to promise me to stick around, alright? You were afraid of something happening to me, well just so you know, it goes both ways. Alright?"
She nuzzles into him, "Yes, I know. I'll do my best."
They both sit in silence just holding on to each other and their potential future.
When Shockwave comes back, he kneels at their berth side but doesn't unpack his equipment. Instead he starts by looking into her optics and then a glance up to her mate. "I'm going to be honest with you. What you have done here is incredible and I would like to use what information I gather here in my research. I will not experiment ON you, but I would like to gather facts, samples, and information. You could have answers to a new hope for us."
'Nia reaches for his lone wrist in a warriors' clasp, "Do not take me to Knockout. He has no respect for my biology and could-."
"I promise," Shockwave returns the grasp tightly if not tighter than her own. Knockout isn't sadistic unless under orders, but nor does he have the care or time for the complex miracles of deeper science. He's a field medic, not a full doctor. Shockwave may not have the bedside manner of a doctor or traditional care for a patient, but he does have the grace and respect for the science of biology. Somewhere in between, these three will figure it all out.
"I must keep Lord Megatron informed, but, I will respect your privacy," he does not release the wrist until they both agree. With a nod from all, he lets go and gets to work on his exam.
~~~
After he is done, Shockwave takes his information and samples back to his off-sight lab. He looks to the tooth that he and Soundwave were able to steal away from the Autobots and Megatron had made it clear how precious Shockwave's life was to him and their cause. In the corner is Predaking sleeping soundly.
Shockwave ponders all of this. Life. What is life? What are they fighting for? Life?
Or a future?
A soft breeze blows through the tiny chimney of his lab. There's change in the air and he may have it in his hands right now.