A/N Anxiety is making for a restless nights so here's another short chapter. Thanks to all who are enjoying my story.
Kerri made it to Ultra Magnus' ship.
"Commander, may I enter?" No response. She climbed aboard and made her way to the cockpit. Magnus was seated at the helm, staring out at nothing through the cockpit window. He didn't acknowledge Kerri's presence, even as she struggled to make her way onto the console in front of him.
She said and looked up at Ultra Magnus.
"I'm sorry, sir. What happened between you and Optimus was my fault."
Magnus sighed. "No, it is mine. Optimus is right. My behavior has been unacceptable. I have allowed my emotions to cloud my judgement. But I am correcting that right now."
He still refused to look down at the human seated on the console in front of him.
"My therapy is almost complete, and what remains can be administered by Ratchet. Under the circumstances, I believe that it is in the best interests of the Autobots that we limit our contact with one another. We will need to interact on occasion, but it will be on a professional basis only."
Kerri jaw hung open as she start at Magnus in shock.
"Are you serious? This is what you want?"
"I believe, under the circumstances, that it is best."
Magnus could have slapped her in the face and it wouldn't have stung anymore than his words. Kerri climbed down from the console and walked to the ship's exit. She stopped at the exit and looked at Magnus.
"Ok, Commander. That is exactly what you will get."