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• (Y/d) = Your designation •

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 𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"I'll Never Smile Again - Frank Sinatra & Tommy Dorsey Orchestra"
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"...know that we have met before

and that we will meet again.

I will find my way to you in the next life

and every life after that."

- mia hollow -

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You walked around the Nemesis as the clacking sounds of your pedes echoed through the long dark corridors of the enormous ship. You headed towards med-bay. Not that you were injured or anything. For the past several days you felt... tired.

Mentally.

A lot of things happened since the Great War, you've lost so many close friends, some of whom you considered a family. You even watched them die before your eyes, others have betrayed you as they joined the Autobots, thus leaving you completely alone. You were broken, but since you were a Decepticon, you got used to not showing any emotions in front of anyone. Otherwise, you would be considered weak and pathetic. That's what at least Megatron told you.

When you landed on Earth and gladly joined the warlord's army, there was a sense of relief in your spark once you saw the red Decepticon medic was alive. You knew him since you were brand new to the world. You were inseparable on Cybertron. He was so glad to see you again and you were alive as well. Both of you loved to spend time with one another. You almost forgot what it felt like.

As time passed, Megatron was very satisfied with your service and fighting abilities on the battlefield, you became one of his most respected commanders, regardless Starscream's complaints. The Decepticon SIC was a pain in your aft, but at least he was easy to ignore. Besides him, everyone else seemed rather nice.

Two Vehicon soldiers passed next to you as they just left the med-bay, "Hey, (Y/d)!" one of them greeted happily as he waved his servo at you.

You chuckled in return, waving your hand back at him, "Hello to you too, Steve." soon, you appeared at the entrance of the medical bay and peeked your helm inside, looking out for Knock Out. He was filling out reports for Megatron until you decided to gently knock on the metal wall.

He turned around and put on a smug face as he saw you, "Ah, (Y/d). What brings you to the medic ward today?" he set down his report and awaited your response.

You smiled, stepping closer to him and sat on the medical berth beside him, "Just coming by to see how are you doing."

"Heh, a few scratches but nothing too bad." he leaned on the counter, "What about you, need anything medicated? Or maybe something else?"

"Nah, I'm fine. I needed to talk to someone since you are my closest friend here. How did the mission go?"

"Well, I'm glad that I could be such a shining light for you here." you snickered due to his reply, "The mission was tough, had to battle a lot of Autobot scums, but it was worth it. At least we got the relic." he looked at you, "Now what did you want to talk about, doll? You can tell me anything, no secrets."

You glanced away for a moment, he had probably noticed your troubled behavior. He was the only mech you can count on and talk about anything. He always found a way to make you feel better. To be honest, you couldn't help but to start develop feelings for him. But you knew deep inside that he only viewed you as his friend, nothing more, so you decided to shake off those feelings and keep what you already had between the two of you. Finally, you let out a small vent and began, "I wanted to get my mind off a few things and you always know how to cheer me up. That's why I came here."

"You know how it is with me, it's my pleasure to be of assistance." he answered with cockiness in his voice showing, how typical of him, "That aside, I am curious, what is it bothering you? Perhaps with all my experience and expertise I could lend a hand, no pun intended." the medic laughed and stood up, walking towards you, "So, tell me, what's been on your mind?"

"It's just-- too much. All these troubling emotions and thoughts, I had enough of it and I don't know how to make it stop."

"Ah, well..." he gently sat near you and put his clawed servo on your shoulder-pad, "If you're looking for ways to blow off steam then you're talking to just the right guy." his intake curved up, forming a smile, "How about I help you forget about these burdens, huh? It is why I am here after all."

You look up at him confused, "How?"

"I could always give you a few tips, I'm not just a medic you know, I'm also a gentleman." his red optics softened as he stared at you, "Just take it easy, alright? No need to worry about anything. Besides, you know I'm always here to listen if you need to vent. A lovely thing like you shouldn't be in such saddened state."

"No one has ever told me that before..." you smiled.

"What?"

"That I am lovely... I only got used to being cursed at or insulted."

He let out a warm chuckle and lifted your chin, "Allow me to be the first, then. You are gorgeous, and don't let anyone else tell you otherwise. I am glad to make someone beautiful like yourself smile."

You stared at him and confused thoughts began to roam inside your head. The way he acted, you wanted to believe he liked you too, but how were you supposed to know? There was no way you could find out unless you confessed to him first. But what if you were wrong? What if you ruin your friendship with him? You didn't want to lose another person in your life. Too many had already left.

"Doll? Are you alright?" he asked concerned.

"...Knock Out?"

"Yes?"

"You make me feel things... you know that?"

He blinked a few times at you and then his intake formed into a smirk, "Oh, really? What do I make you feel?" he purred and got close to you, "Care to tell me in detail?"

That fragger. Why he always had to be so cocky?! It was pretty obvious you were nervous. Was he teasing you on purpose? You spoke up again, "I-I don't know. I feel things I haven't felt before. Whenever I look at you, listen to you or even when I am around you... it makes me confused yet happy. I can't exactly explain it to you but—" your shaky servos gently cupped his face and his optics widened, "Perhaps I can show you?" you closed your optics and slowly leaned in, giving a soft kiss on his dermas.

Knock Out stood frozen for a moment until he finally melted at your touch and returned the gesture passionately. A few seconds after you broke the kiss you looked down, avoiding eye contact with him, but he continued to stare at you and smiled, "There's no need to have your feelings confused. You like me, admit it doll." he chuckled as he noticed your blue blush, "Just enjoy the moment with me and I'll be here to look out for you." he lifted you face-plate closer to his and planted a small kiss on your fore-helm.

"I—" you couldn't deny it any longer, so you decided that now it was the perfect time to tell him, "I love you. More than anything in this world, you mean so much to me." your frame began to shake. 

For Frag's sake, not now! 

You tried so hard not to break down in front of him, "I don't deserve you..."

The cherished red medic carefully wiped off the lubricant from your face with his thumb, "And I love you, even more than you could ever possibly imagine."

Why were you crying? You weren't supposed to cry!

"Doll, all I want to do, is spend every living moment with you, okay?" he held you close to his spark, "You don't need to worry about anything else." you started to sob as hot tears continued to fall your metal cheeks, he lovingly rubbed your back to soothe you down, "Just stay with me and I'll watch out for you, I'll love and protect you, I'll be with you for the rest of your life. I promise." he whispered in your audio receptor. His embrace was so comforting, you hugged him tight, too afraid to let go, "You are alright, darling, let it all out... you are safe and home now." he kissed your helm and caressed your cheek, "That's my beautiful (Y/d)." you were such a crying mess, "I swear I am yours. Just tell me if you need anything." he spoke softly and continued to hug you.

You looked at him, your down derma quivering, lubricant still sliding down your face, "You." you choked out, "I need you."

Knock Out cupped your face, "You have me. I am yours. You are mine. You. Have. Me." he let you lean against him as the tears kept coming, he looked at you with a soft loving gaze, "I promise, you are loved."

Those words made you weep uncontrollably you couldn't even take proper breaths anymore, "I don't want to let go of you. Ever. I don't know what I would do without you. You mean everything to me, words can't even describe it. You are so precious to me."

He hugged you even tighter, "My sweet (Y/d).... there's nothing to fear... not even death itself could hold me back from you. There's nothing that will end this. My love for you is eternal. Nothing and no one can take that away." he looked into your optics, "We're going to be together, forever."

"Yeah..." you lean your helm on his palm, "Forever..." you whispered as both of you touched fore-helms and closed your eyes.

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A Groundbridge appeared in the middle of nowhere. Several purple-black cars appeared from the portal. Lastly, a red Aston Martin hit the brakes the instant he got out of the light. Each one of the cars transformed into its Cybertronian form. Knock Out along with the troops began to examine one of Nevada's empty rocky terrains. The whole place seemed already ruined by the battle. Knock Out's spark sank in worry.

"(Y/d)?"

He called out your destination when he couldn't find you. When Megatron didn't receive a response from you, Knock Out insisted on investigating the situation with the help of several Vehicon soldiers. As he stared into the far distance, the red shiny doctor stepped closer to the silhouette of another robot lying on the ground.

"...Sweetspark?"

The cloud of dust disappeared from his vision as he approached your fallen immobile body. An entire puddle full of Energon has formed underneath you.

After dropping his prod, he kneeled beside you, his sharp digits trembled as they drew near you. He lifted you in his shaking arms and peered at your face-plate. The brightness... the warm soothing brightness of your optics was gone.

"Please..."

"Please, not like this... not now..."

He pleaded helplessly, stroking the side of your face. You didn't move at all. He continued to deny your death and cry out for you. He wanted you back, he needed you back. The medic refused to face the truth that the love of his life, his everything, was gone.

"(Y/d), don't leave me, my dear... I beg of you..."

"Stay with me..."

He finally broke down. Lubricant fell from his red optics as he gritted his teeth and he let out a curse in his native language. How could he let this happen? Knock Out leaned in and gently kissed your fore-helm, he didn't care about his Energon-covered finish, as long as he was close to you.

"I love you... I will always love you."

The silence hurts the most... this cruel and lonely silence of the world... a world without you. Every second of this emptiness and silence seemed like an eternity without his love. No amount of tears could even match his sorrow right now. But somewhere... deep inside his pulsing spark... he knew you would find each other again. That you were going to be together, no matter what. He will wait until then. He will wait as long as it takes.

For you.

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Somewhere on Earth, the lights of a small town shined through the darkness of the night sky. You walked down the streets, your shift had finally ended for today and you were able to go back home. You rushed towards your apartment because it was too dangerous for a single person like you to walk out alone at this late hour. So, you decided to take a shortcut through the empty park. While looking at your phone to check the time, you heard some strange metal noises coming from somewhere within the large trees and halted.

What the-?

What was that strange noise? You knew it was probably a bad idea and stupid to stay frozen in one place like a statue. You were curious about the sound and decided to take a peak anyway.

The sounds of the metal became louder and the path darkened as you got closer and closer to the strange noises, almost as if the world around you got darker too.

And yet... despite your curiosity, the path that you are taking feels right to take...

The forest looked so scary, yet inviting, and it almost felt as if the trees called out to you... as if something in that forest, was waiting for you, patiently.

It was hard for you to see where exactly you were going so you turned on the flashlight on your phone and looked around.

"H-Hello? Is someone there?" you asked with a nervous tone. You suddenly felt the ground shaking and heard loud and big approaching steps near you, "W-what is happening?!" you confusingly questioned as the earthquake stopped. You began to deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. You were probably just hearing things... right?

You shook your head, "F*ck this." and began to leave. What you didn't expect when you turned around, was to see a shiny red material in front of you. It looked like metal. You stood there looking at it... the more stared its shape appeared more like a... leg? The thing moved and you backed away. As it stepped out in the open you saw a big figure staring at you with red eyes.

Everything except your hand refused to move, you gulped and very cautiously lifted your flashlight. A robot... the figure appeared to be a giant robot colored entirely in shiny cherry paint job. Fear began to consume as the large machine came closer and closer.

Nonono, this- this can't be real...

The robot stared down as you took several steps back. You are... small and weak compared to the giant towering over you. And all of a sudden, it reaches out its hand.

You did what every normal human would do. You ran.

Unfortunately, you weren't fast enough to get further away from it. Before you could even react, you yelped the moment its massive metal clawed hand wrapped around your tiny delicate body and picked you up from the ground, dropping your phone in the process.

Its hand was gentle... but you could feel the power in that thing... the overwhelming strength. You struggled to get free as you kicked your feet in the air, "N-no! Please- let me go!" you shouted out of complete fear, you had no idea what that thing was going to do next, that's what scared you the most. It brought you closer to its face as its red eyes scanned you. The voice was mechanical, yet somehow... soothing. It looked like it was smiling. The robot said the two words...

"Don't worry." it started to speak, slowly speaking those words, "Just... relax..."

"W-what...?" you stuttered. It was definitely not the time to relax, "Put me down, now!" you yelled at it again. It didn't do what you asked for, it only spoke up again.

"Do you trust me...?" the male voice had a hint of compassion to it even though it was mechanical. That massive robot, that giant machine could squash you with its hand if it really wanted to and yet... the way it looked at you... it didn't want to harm you at all. Was there another reason that made the robot want you... alive? You shot him a perplexed look and immediately shook your head.

Trust him? Trust him?! That was a massive deadly-looking machine for God's sake!

"N-no... please, don't kill me..." you slightly pleaded and squeezed your eyes, prepared for the worst yet to come. As you thought it might be your last moment, he started to speak again.

"I will not kill you."

As you opened your eyes, you raised your eyebrow in confusion, voice still shaking, "W-what do you want... from me then?"

He looked at you with genuine kindness, despite being a giant, red, scary robot. It seemed as if he was trying to decide how to answer your question. He said three simple words.

"I want you."

"What?!" you cried in terror and utter bewilderment. Why would he want a random human he just met? Was it for torture? Experimentation?! You felt sick to your stomach when all of those questions and thoughts filled your mind, "W-what could you possibly want me for?!"

He laughed, a laugh that should've sounded intimidating, but in that moment, was surprisingly gentle. His voice was deep and somehow soothing.

"To love."

You blinked several times at him, still not understanding what was going on. That giant scary thing wanted to... love? It actually had emotions? What was going on here...?

"I-I don't understand what is happening right now..."

The robot leaned close once again and this time, you could see his entire face, the red eyes and his smile. He still had you in his hand, it still seemed to be able to crush you with nothing more than a single hand squeeze, yet despite that, you didn't feel threatened, not after that statement he just made. His head came closer until his face was almost touching yours, and in a soft voice, he whispered, "Do you love me, too?"

"L-love you...?" your entire body trembled, "I don't know who- or even what are you! I'm literally fearing you right now!"

He pulled back just a little, his smile wavered for the briefest of moments and yet, even then, you could still hear the kindness in his voice, even if he was just a machine, he seemed genuine, "Please..."

When he moved his sharp finger closer, you squinted your eyes in terror but the moment he carefully touched your face, you felt a small piece of warmth and protectiveness, it was so confusing and yet so...strangely familiar, "Who... who are you?"

His touch was so soft and gentle, it made you feel safe, and you don't understand how or why. In that moment, he seemed more human, than a monster.

"My name is Knock Out." he answered.

Knock Out...? What a terrifying but odd name for a robot. Why... Why did you feel like you knew it from somewhere?

Your whole head started to hurt. All of this was so confusing and too much to handle for such a short amount of time. You grunted in frustration, "I-I don't...I can't-" all you wanted was to go home and rest after work, but no, the universe thought it would be way more fun for you to face a giant scary robot in the middle of the night and mess up with your head! Never in your life you have seen this machine before, and yet, his voice, his appearance and name sounded like you knew him from somewhere... and it wanted to be loved by you? Why you? The headache got even worse with every second, "Q-Quit messing with me! Make it stop!" you held your head, pleading for it to end, you didn't know if that so-called Knock Out was causing all of this, all of this mess inside you, it made you tear up, "P-Please, just make it stop..."

As your pain grew and your thoughts started to become more and more incoherent, he looked at you with worry, his soft red eyes glowed even brighter than before. The moment you glanced at him, your eyes widened as soon as you saw his face. He was watching you in sadness and... and love? This... this felt familiar. A sudden voice appeared in your head.

"We're going to be together, forever."

"I love you... I will always love you."

His broken voice spoke in your head as you watched the memory of him crying and fading out of your vision, leaving you all alone. Suddenly everything came back to normal and you gasped for air, not even knowing for how long you held your breath. Tears streamed down your face, the pain was gone, but the memories came. The memories of your past life with the mech you've loved so much.

"Are you alright...?" he asked gently, in a deep, soothing voice that made you feel... safe. It filled you with warmth.

"K-Knock Out...?" you stuttered out his designation, "Is... is this really you? Is all of this...real?"

He watched you in disbelief as you spoke out his name, his intake soon formed a smile, "Yes, it's me."

Your eyes started watering even more and your mouth quivered, you tightly hugged his digit that gently stroked your cheek, "I missed you so much..." you cried as he kissed the top of your head and nuzzled you.

He held you so tenderly, he felt so warm against your skin, "I missed you too..." he replied softly and smiled at you.

"Now..."

He stood up and held you with the utmost care, holding you close to his spark.

"Let's go home."

You felt yourself being lifted on his shoulder-pad, he turned around and walked away with the love of his life. He was so happy to be with you... happy to have found you again.

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• (Y/n) = Your name •

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𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"Sasha Alex Sloan - Dancing With Your Ghost"
02:14 ────────●── 03:05

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"Don't cry for me I'm not gone.

My soul is at rest, my heart lives on.

Light a candle for me to see and hold on to my memory,

but save your tears for I'm still here,

by your side through the years."

- Christy Ann Martine -

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A grumpy Cybertronian medic slightly limped around the forest during the silent night, muttering under his vents.

Why, you may ask?

Let's just say that for the past weeks, the Autobot team was getting pretty exhausted with all of the failed missions and every day their energy sources were getting lower. One evening, while the other members of Team Prime were recharging, Ratchet detected an Energon cave and decided to go and gather some fuel alone. What he didn't expect after arriving at the spot, was to be already occupied by Vehicon miners. The moment the Decepticon troops spotted him, Ratchet attempted to get away as fast as possible. Before he could do so, the group of drones blocked his path and one of them shot his knee, preventing the old doctor from escaping. Ratchet tried to contact his team but it was to no avail due to the lack of signal. When he was starting to lose hope, a tiny rock fell on the ground grabbing his attention. He saw a way out, big enough for him to fit and flee.

The troops didn't even have the chance to get near him. The CMO decided to bump his entire side to the almost-about-to-crumble wall, causing the whole place to collapse. Ratchet got out in time, trapping and crushing the Decepticon soldiers inside. Afterwards, he called Optimus and the team picked him up.

But the doctor was really disappointed with himself, not only he didn't help his allies but caused more trouble than they already had to deal with.

Optimus gave him one of his serious speeches about how every member of their team's safety and health was important, and how he shouldn't have risked his life for such a task, not when he was the only medic they had.

Ratchet ex-vented at the memories. During that time, he consumed less fuel, so the others who spent most of their time on the battlefield could have it, they needed it more. He also didn't recharge at all as he searched for any kind of solution to their problem. Ratchet wasn't able to rest properly as his mind continued to trouble him, so he decided to go on a night walk. He finally sat down on a big rock next to a small river. He supported his arm on his healthy leg and rested his helm on his servo, looking at his reflection on the natural stream of flowing clear liquid, "Why I had to fail so miserably...?" he whispered as he kept staring at his troubled face-plate.

All of a sudden, someone else appeared next to him. A reflection of a small human being. Ratchet jumped in surprise and looked around. No one.

"Huh, strange... I thought I saw--" he turned his helm and saw a human standing on the other side of the river, in front of him.

"Me?"

"AHHH--!" he shouted and fell on his back.

You rapidly closed your mouth with your hands and apologized, "Oops, sorry! Didn't mean to scare you!"

He stood up, beyond shocked by your reaction and for letting himself get discovered by a human. Optimus was going to give him another lecture after this.

"Where did you come from?!" he questioned, "You... you are not afraid of me?"

"Why would I be?" you asked, you stepped on the tiny stones which were peeking out from the surface of the water, "You are the most freaking amazing thing I have ever seen!" you bounced on another one, trying to keep your balance, "Jasper is such a boring town, I always wanted to find something different, I didn't expect this but I am not complaining."

Ratchet ex-vented. Well, at least you weren't scared and screaming like any other normal human would do. He was thankful he didn't need to chase and calm you down. But he was still angry about revealing his identity. 

"Hey, uh-- you okay there, pal?" he jolted back to reality as you snapped your fingers. He glanced at you and you smiled, waving your hand at him.

"Yes, I am. You just... surprised me it's all. You are not going to tell anyone about me, are you?"

"Pfft, of course not, my lips are perfectly sealed. You can trust me. By the way, what's your name? Mine is (Y/n), nice to meet ya."

"...Ratchet."

"Cool! It didn't know we had giant robots on Earth."

"What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

"Funny, I was about to ask you the same thing!" you crossed the river and hopped on the grass, you tapped your chin, "But I don't really know why I came here, to be honest. I went for a walk and then I-" you stopped talking at the middle of your sentence, Ratchet noted you were hesitating what to say for a second, "I started wandering around."

"Hm... I'm not usually the extroverted type, I only wanted to get my mind off a few things..."

"Yeah, I noticed something was troubling you, you can tell me if you want to!" you suggested kindly as you sat next to him on the big rock, swinging your feet back and forth.

"I'm not sure if you would be interested that much in my personal issues..."

"Aw, come on! It's unhealthy to keep all these bad thoughts and feelings inside you for too long. I will listen, promise!"

Ratchet's gaze remained at you, thinking about whether it was a good idea or not. After all, he just met you. But surprisingly, you seemed totally unbothered by the fact you were talking to a robot, 20 feet taller than you. Nevertheless, Ratchet gave in and told you about his problems. As time passed, he didn't even realize how long he had been talking as you listened, not even once disturbing him. Somehow, he managed to calm down as he let out his worries. In the end, you finally spoke up to him, putting your hand on his servo that rested on the stone, "You guys have been through a lot, I know life can be tough... but I know that something great will happen one day, you just need to be patient and keep on going."

The old doctor let out a small smile at your kind words, he definitely felt way better than before, "Thank you, (Y/n). I--"

"Ratchet?" a familiar voice appeared out of nowhere.

The medic turned around and saw Optimus standing behind him, the sunrise shining brightly on the horizon. Was it morning already? How long has he been talking?

"Old friend... we've been trying to contact you for the past several hours, so I decided to look out for you. What happened?" the Prime's optics were filled with concern as he approached the CMO.

"My apologies, Optimus. I-- didn't know how long I've been out... I lost track of time."

"Who you were talking to?"

"Oh, uh-- yes, I forgot to introduce you to--" he looked beside him and saw no one. Ratchet optics widened. He turned his helm, searching all over the place for you.

"Ratchet... are you alright?" Optimus stepped closer and kneeled, putting his servo on his friend's shoulder-pad.

Where did you go? You were right here--

"They-- they were..." Ratchet stuttered, trying to find a logical explanation. He didn't start having hallucinations, did he? Was all this time his mind playing tricks with him?

"My friend, I think you need to recharge. Your processor might have been overloaded... Come now. Let's return to our base." the old Autobot leader offered his servo, Ratchet took it and got up. Optimus called for a Groundbridge and the bright portal appeared.

Ratchet has never been so confused in his life before. How could you disappear so quickly? Were you actually real? Has he been talking only to himself this whole time?

The medical officer gave a last glance to the river before they went through the bridge, only the natural scenery remained the same before him. He examined the area one last time for you, but you were nowhere to be seen.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Several days later, Ratchet was doing his usual routine at his workplace, but he didn't stop thinking about that night. Optimus suggested it might have been due to his tiredness but something inside him kept telling him it wasn't that. The old medic shook off those thoughts as he tried to concentrate on his work. Minutes later, the blue femme called through the communication system.

::Arcee to base, requiring a Groundbridge.::

::Coming up.::

The medic responded as he pulled the lever to activate the portal. As the bridge opened, Arcee, Bulkhead and Bumblebee appeared through the bright light. When they put on their breaks, their three human companions got out of their guardians.

Optimus appeared to greet them, "Welcome back little ones. Did everything go well?" none of the children looked at him or responded. The other three Autobots transformed into their bot forms. All of them seemed sad and worried.

"What's wrong?" Ratchet asked.

"I don't want to talk about it..." Miko whispered while crossing her hands, she was avoiding eye contact with them. But the doctor noticed her puffy red eyes. Has she been crying? She went to their human spot where the couch was, and sat on it, ignoring the concerned stares. She pulled her knees up and laid her hands on top, burring her face away from the rest. Bulkhead went to rub her back for comfort. The other members looked at Jack and Raf.

The little child was tugging on Jack's shirt as he tried not to break down, the eldest boy ruffled his hair to calm him down, "Jack?" the Prime called out his name, making him look up at the leader, "Please, explain to us what has happened."

"There's this person... we knew them for a very long time now. They were basically our best friend, especially Miko's, they had known each other since she came here to Jasper, and they were practically inseparable. We all became close with time... they were one of the most kind and loving people I've known...

"A few weeks ago... they went missing." Jack informed, Miko began to tremble, "Their family, the police, all of them have been searching for them, but... nobody could find anything. They just vanished, no trace, no clues, nothing..."

"...do you think the Decepticons have something to do with this?" Arcee asked.

"Bet that stupid bucked head has kidnapped them!" the human girl cried out.

Bulkhead watched how his charge broke down, "Miko--"

"He is probably torturing them for answers now! We have to do something--!"

"Young Nakadai," Optimus interrupted, "If Megatron had kidnapped anyone we would have found out." Miko huffed in annoyance and sat back down, the leader then turned to Jack again and questioned, "Do you have any pictures of them? Or perhaps a name?"

"Yeah, I have a selfie of us that Miko sent me a while ago..." he replied and took out his phone from his pocket, "Here." he lifted his screen so everyone else could see.

Ratchet leaned down along with the others and his optics went wide.

"Their name is (Y/n)."

The medical officer took a few steps back. He knew you. He has seen you at that river.

Bee beeped worryingly at the CMO.

"Ratch, you okay?" Arcee noticed his strange behavior.

"Yeah doc, you look like you've seen a ghost." involved apprehensively Bulkhead.

The whole team was staring at him, Ratchet tried to come up with an excuse, "I-- I need to take some... fresh air for a bit, please excuse me..." he opened a portal and transformed. As he vanished out of their sight, they all looked at each other in worry.

The Groundbridge opened at the same place he went for a walk, the first time he saw you. The sun was beginning to fall. Ratchet converted into robot mode and explored around, "(Y/n)!" he shouted, he didn't know why, but he had this strange feeling you could still be here somewhere, "(Y/n), please, come out... everyone is worried about you." he heard some sounds, "I know you can hear me." he then caught a silhouette of a human being and it started to run away, "(Y/n)!" he cried for you and transformed back into an ambulance, "Your friends, your family, they've been all looking out for you!" he kept on yelling, trying to follow your tracks, "Why did you--?!" he hit his breaks, the moment he saw what was in front of him.

The mine he was in not too long ago, where he was attacked by the Decepticons. Why was he here again?

A small figure went through a hole between the fallen boulders, the old doctor quickly changed back into his original form and followed you as he shoved away the rocks out of his path.

He saw the bodies of the drones that had been crushed from the collapse, puddles of Energon were all over the place. As he continued to move the rocks aside, he entered and froze on the spot at the sight before him.

A hand. A hand made out of flesh was covered with nothing except blood and dirt underneath one of the boulders. Ratchet's optics were the only things shining through the darkness, directed at the fallen body. He slowly stepped closer and kneeled. As he lifted the big rock, he felt the whole world shattering around him.

It was you.

He found you.

As he continued to stare he was becoming sick to his tanks as he saw in what horrible condition you were, "(Y/n)...?" he called out your name, waiting for you to respond. You did nothing except lay on the ground. He carefully scooped you up in his servos and examined you. Small drops of liquid began to fall on your figure. That's when he realized he was weeping. He didn't even know you that much... why was he crying for someone he barely knew?

Suddenly something inside his processor clicked. As he kept staring at you, a vision appeared through his mind.

You were walking around at night, minding your own business when you suddenly heard blasting sounds coming from the deep side of the forest. Curiosity got the best out of you and decided to investigate. What you found was beyond unbelievable. Enormous alien robots were fighting each other as you watched from your hiding spot in the cave. As you tried your best not to be spotted, you realized that all of them looked exactly the same except the white-orange one who was struggling. You felt sorry for him. He didn't appear as scary or threatening as the faceless ones, so you decided to help out the injured bot.

As you noticed how his way out had been blocked by the other evil robots, you went deeper in the mine and found a small rock and decided to throw it to the entrance where you came from to grab his attention. When the white-orange robot glanced to the escape route, he bumped his side to the wall causing the whole place to rumble. You felt a whole earthquake underneath your feet and the whole place began to collapse down, crushing the other drones into pieces. As the bot you assisted managed to escape, you decided to follow him right away.

Unlucky for you, just before you could get out, you noticed a large fast-approaching shadow covering you from above, as you looked up the last thing you saw was the boulder that fell on you.

Ratchet gasped in horror as he snapped his optics open, filled with lubricants. His entire frame was shaking as the realization hit. He... he was the one that...

"No...no, no, no, I-- I never meant to..."

"I didn't know you were-- Primus, (Y/n).... what have I done...?"

He continued to sob. How he could not have noticed you? How could he let this happen?

"I'm sorry... I'm so terribly sorry..."

But it was too late now and he knew it. You were gone because of him. You saved him. And he took your life.

"Forgive me.... Please, forgive me...."

"It's all my fault..."

"No, it's not."

The instant he heard your voice he looked around, but he was alone.

"It's alright."

"You found me."

He heard tiny rocks falling on the ground and turned. As he peered at another side of the destroyed mine, he saw a blue light coming from the small gaps of the stone blockage. He slowly stood up as he kept your cold body close in his hold and went to the blue glow. When his servo touched the hard surface he began to shove and throw away the rocks with one hand.

As he finally removed them from his path, he stood still, fully in disbelieve at what he found. Energon. So much fresh and untouched Energon. He hasn't seen so many crystals in so long, it could feed an entire army.

Were the mining drones not able to find it?

Did- did you know about this?

He glanced at you. You remained silent. You showed him this... after everything? You helped him again even when you weren't there.

He didn't deserve this. None of this. He was supposed to be dead, not you. A young soul filled with love and joy, a human child with a life ahead of them was completely whipped out because of his stupidity and reckless actions. And yet, you aided him again.

What was he going to say to his team...? To the children who cared about you? His vents were shaking as he tried to speak up. He didn't want to sound selfish before you could leave for the afterlife, he was more than grateful for what you've done for him. But you had no idea how much he hated himself right now. If he had the chance to give his life for yours he would without a second thought.

Unfortunately, that couldn't happen. You were never coming back.

He carefully drew you closer to his face-plate, he closed his wet neon blue optics and whispered two words to you, "...thank you."

Oh, how he wished he could fix this. To bring you back. To see you smile and laugh again.

He was never going to forget about you.

And he was never going to forgive himself.

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• (Y/n) = Your name •

• (S/n) = Sibling name •

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𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"Shawn Mendes - Youth ft. Khalid"
00:06 ●────────── 02:48

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"Your warmth is like a fire

In cold winter's night,

Without it,

I shiver through the night,

You're the fire that I need."

- Nida Mahmoed -

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"Grow up."

"...what?"

"I said grow up, (Y/n)!" your older sibling shouted at you, "We're not kids anymore, stop asking me about that stupid ice skating already!"

"But-- we do this every year during winter!" you argued back, "It's like a tradition!"

"Well, not anymore, you and I are adults now, you should start acting like one too."

"Since when did you become so boring?!" you angrily asked.

"I moved on from those childish games long ago, (Y/n)! They are not interesting to me anymore, alright?! They are foolish and a waste of time, I have better things to do!"

"Fine!" you grabbed your ice skates and shoved them inside your backpack which then you threw over your shoulder, "I'm going by myself! Have 'fun' with your dull adulthood life!" you yelled at your sibling before slamming the door shut. Your boots stomped on the crunching snow as you began walking towards the frozen lake you used to go to with your family, "Who do they think they are?! 'Oh, look I'm (S/n)! I'm an adult now! You should be doing that too, you need to be more responsible and mature for your age!'" you mimicked their voice and grunted. You hated to hear those words more than anything. You got sick of people telling you to act more like an adult than a child.

Adulthood is as boring as watching paint dry. It drove you nuts. What's wrong with acting young from time to time? It wouldn't hurt anyone! You couldn't keep being boring till you die! You buried half of your face inside your scarf as you continued to grumble under your warm breath, hands buried inside the pockets of your thick jacket. Who needs them anyway?! You could go and chill alone, at least no one will complain and bother you all the time while you skated. You would be perfectly fine by yourself.

Shortly, you finally arrived at your favorite destination. Only you and your family knew about it and spent your free time at this secret spot. You smiled as memories started to roam inside your brain when it was your first time skating and fell on your butt. Your sibling laughed at you, then they came and taught you how to do it properly. When you made different shapes on the frozen lake. When you jumped and made your first spin in the air. You immediately shooed those flashbacks away as you remembered why you were alone now and you were still mad.

You put your backpack down on the snow and opened it, revealing your brand-new ice skates and... the other pair you had prepared to surprise your sibling with. You bought them with the money you saved from your job. Guess they will never be tried on, not after that argument. You huffed and took your skates, after closing the backpack, you put them on and went to the lake.

It was great. You don't know how long it has been but you felt relaxed as you made your tricks on the ice. All our troubles magically vanished away and kept doing little spins on the frozen water. You almost forgot what it felt like to have freedom from life tasks. You didn't want to leave at all.

Out of nowhere, you heard a cracking sound coming from underneath. You stopped instantly and looked at the icy surface. More cracks appeared as you watched with anxiety building inside you. "I have to get out of here, fast!" you told yourself and began to slide away from the breaking ice.

Before you knew it, those long fractures drew near your feet and just when you could escape, a big shattering hole appeared beneath and you fell into the freezing deep water. You began to panic and tried as hard as you could to swim back to the surface but it was so cold that it felt like knives piercing your skin. You were drowning. You were drowning and no one could save you, you were alone. And you were going to die alone.

You didn't want to die.

The whole warm temperature of your body began to vanish away as the coldness and darkness consumed you. You couldn't move at all. Your eyes began to close as the light of the sky began to drift away.

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"Guys, come on! I told you I'm sorry!" Smokescreen apologized to the rest of his team members as they stepped inside the base, "Okay- how can I make it up to you?!"

"Listen to me here, rookie-" Arcee started as she pointed her index digit at him, she approached him with a stern glare that could turn you to stone, like that female creature he learned about from the kids' history essays- how was she called? Mekura? Mefusa?

He came back to reality when the blue femme continued talking, "What you did today was beyond irresponsible and reckless. Showing off your skills almost blew Bee into scrap!"

"I know! That's why I am apologizing, Cee! I didn't want anyone to get hurt!" he replied, deep feeling of regret floating around his pulsing spark, "I promise I won't do it again, I just wanted to--"

"That is enough, Smokescreen." Optimus came in front of him with a disappointed look, "I'm aware that you are trying to be more useful to our team but I'm afraid this is not the right approach. Your actions have caused damage to our close scout Bumblebee, which also led us to failure." he gestured his servo to the hurt yellow robot, as he laid on the medical berth while Ratchet was fixing him up.

"We were this close to that relic. Until you decided to ruin it..." Arcee added and crossed her arms.

Smokescreen glanced away in guilt and his shoulder-pads dropped down in discomfort from the piercing frowns of his companions, "...I'm really sorry guys..."

"When are you going to learn, Smokescreen? You can't always keep doing this when we go on important missions. You are a grown-up Autobot soldier, not a sparkling." the femme continued. Smokescreen glared at the ground he stared at, he hated to hear that. Arcee sighed, "What are we going to do with him, Optimus?" she looked up at the Prime.

The rookie awaited his response nervously. Seconds later, Optimus answered, "You will go and gather more Energon resources at these assigned coordinates that Ratchet has managed to detect." he showed the map on the large green screen, "With the assistance of Bulkhead, of course."

"In case you get yourself in trouble again." Ratchet inserted.

The two-wheeler waited for the leader to continue, when he didn't say anything else, Arcee furrowed her optical ridges, "Only this?"

"What? You want him to ground me in my berthroom?" Smokescreen snorted at her.

The femme shot him a death glare, "Watch it, kid."

"I think this would be enough for him to learn from his mistakes, Arcee." replied the Prime.

"Well, I think you are going too soft on him." she muttered loud enough for Smokescreen to hear. He was about to say something back until Bulkhead stopped him by putting his servo over his intake.

"Heh, I think it will be better if we go now." the green giant suggested and nodded to Ratchet. The medic took the hint and turned on the Groundbridge. The two mechs transformed into their vehicle modes and disappeared through the light.

As soon as they got out of the other side of the portal, they came to a stop. The whole natural scenery was covered in nothing but fluffy snow that looked like a cloud. Every branch and tree was hidden under the white cold sheet.

"Aw, man! I hate the cold." Smokescreen whined before he and Bulkhead converted back into the original forms.

"Eh, you will manage." Bulkhead replied as he looked around, "Alright, Ratchet said there are a few hidden spots somewhere here. I think it will be better if we split up and in case anyone stumbles on something, we will call each other. Sounds good?"

"Yeah, yeah..." the young mech responded gloomily.

"Hey, don't beat yourself so much for what happened earlier. Everyone makes mistakes from time to time. I'm sure the rest will have moved on before we even get back."

"I just don't get it, why does she hate me so much?"

"Who, Arcee?" Bulkhead laughed, "Nah, she doesn't hate you. She has this habit of going a bit snappy sometimes. Don't take it too personally." he patted him on the back, "Let's get going before the storm comes. Remember to contact me if you find something."

"Alright." Smokescreen waved as he left in a different direction. The rookie examined the area as he walked, leaving big traces of his large pedes on the snow, thank Primus at least no one was here. He could not stop thinking about the failed mission. He totally blew it. All he wanted was to prove to them that he could be better but he always had to ruin everything. Why he couldn't get things right for once?

He got fed up with being compared to a sparkling all the time. And their speeches about acting differently than the rest. Just because he was more energetic and wanted to have fun didn't mean he wanted to ruin things on purpose! He shook his helm, trying to calm himself down, he needed to concentrate. He was not going to mess things up again today. He scanned the area until something appeared on his HUD, he zoomed in his vision to see it more clearly. Was that a... backpack and a pair of human shoes? Oh no-

"Humans?! Here?!" he yelled-whispered to himself and quickly hid behind some thick bushes covered with snow, "What are they doing here in the middle of nowhere?! And during these weather conditions...??" if they found out about his existence, the whole team was going to go crazy. He let out a deep ex-vent, "Okay, Smoke. You're probably overacting. All you need to do is see if they are somewhere near and drive away." he told to himself.

Very cautiously and slowly he peeked to see if there were any humans close to his location, after not hearing anything he stood up, "Huh... that's odd?" he analyzed the area again but he wasn't able to detect any other life forms. He decided to step closer to the backpack and the boots, that's when he saw the small human steps leading to a frozen lake, "Why did they--...." as he looked at the horizon confused, his optics went wide open when he saw the deep hole at the center of the lake. Smokescreen quickly became aware of what had actually happened and let out a curse, "Scrap--!" he leaped to the frozen water, crushing the whole ice under his heavy pedes.

Frag it was cold!

The lake was so deep it reached his chassis. Soon, he lowered his helm under the water and searched for any drowning humans. Right then, he saw you lying at the bottom of the lake. He swiftly came closer to you and picked you up in his servos. As quickly as possible he got out of the water as he held you in his arm. He examined your state, "Hey, uh- can you hear me? Hello?" he poked you gently with his digit, you weren't responding at all. That wasn't good. Smokescreen pleaded to Primus if you weren't already-- No! You were fine, you were going to be fine. He wondered what to do with you, he observed the environment for any close civilization. Nothing. He had no other options except...

"Oh, I am so dead." he lifted his servo, turning on his comm-link, "Smokescreen to Bulkhead and Ratchet, can you hear me?"

::Kid, what's wrong? You found something?:: questioned Bulkhead.

"I did but— I will need a Groundbridge to the base. Ratchet, prepare the medbay."

::What? Why?:: Ratchet asked from the other line.

"I have a human that requires immediate medical attention."

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Smokescreen kept looking at the human that rested on the small medical bed, covered with the thickest fuzzy blanket they could find. A tiny heater was placed next to you, hopefully, to warm you up faster. The young mech has kneeled beside you, he was concerned about your state and everyone else could see it.

Jack stepped closer to the Cybertronian, "Everything will be okay, bud. Ratchet said you saved them right on time and it was only a mild hypothermia. I'm sure they will wake up pretty soon."

"Yeah, but... what if I wasn't there? They could've— nevermind..." Smokescreen halted himself from talking and continued to stare at you anxiously.

"We bought hot chocolate!" Miko shouted as she came in along with Rafael, "Three for us and one more for our new guest. Are they awake?"

You began to shuffle under the blanket as small grunting sounds escaped from your mouth, Jack glared at the young girl, "They are now."

"Hey, you know very well I'm not the quiet type." she frowned back.

"Guys, keep it down. We don't want to startle them." Rafael alerted.

You slowly began to rise from the bed as you held the side of your head, "Wh- where... am I?" when your vision became clear you saw three human children waving at you with awkward smiles and a large robot standing next to you.

Wait a damn second--

"It's okay, it's okay!" Jack rapidly placed a hand on your shoulder when he saw you fearfully backing away from the Cybertronian, "He is not going to hurt you! Promise!"

"Smoke basically saved your life! You should be thankful." Miko sipped from her cocoa.

"It's uh- short for Smokescreen." the mech replied sheepishly, "Hi." he gave you a small friendly wave. You continued to stare at him speechless.

"...am I dead?" you asked concerned.

Miko began to laugh, Rafael bumped her arm to stop, "Oh, nono! You are pretty much alive right now, don't worry." Jack assured, "We tried to warm you up as much as we could... um, are you feeling better?"

"I think so... my muscles are a bit stiff but otherwise than that I feel great." you responded.

The Japanese girl lifted a cup before your face, "Hot chocolate?"

"Oh-- that's really thoughtful of you, thank you...?" while awaiting her answer you took the warm drink.

"I'm Miko. That's Jack and Raf. What were you doing on that lake all alone by yourself?"

"Miko!" the boys yelled.

"What? I'm just asking!"

"It's fine, I--" you looked at the robot called 'Smokescreen' watching you apprehensively, your gaze then fell on your hands which were wrapped around the cup filled with cocoa, "I only wanted to ice skate on my own."

"Ooh, that explains why you had those blades under your shoes." the Cybertronian replied, finally understanding what their purpose was.

You chuckled slightly, "I um-- didn't know the ice was so unstable. I'm sorry for worrying all of you."

Rafael replied, "Hey, it's alright. We're glad you woke up and it wasn't something severe."

"Smokescreen, right? You were the one who rescued me?" you asked curiously, the mech nodded, "Thank you. I really don't know how to repay you..."

He stroked his back neck cables while shying his optics away, "Y-you don't need to repay me at all. Just-- be more careful from now on, okay?" you gave him a short nod for confirmation, Smokescreen then seemed like he remembered something, "Wait! Your bag! I almost forgot about it!" his gaze looked down and gently picked up your backpack with his two large metal digits, "Here." he placed it next to your bed in careful manner. You opened it, seeing yours and your sibling's new pair of skates inside.

A sad smile appeared on your face, right then, you heard heavy steps coming closer to you and glanced up. You gaped at the five other robots who were staring at you, "You have finally awoken?" the white-orange one spoke up.

"T-there's more...?" you stuttered in shock.

Jack chuckled timidly, "Heh, we... can explain."

After the humans along with the Autobots explained their situation and the reason why alien space robots were hiding on Earth, everything made much more sense to you now. You promised to stay silent about this entirely new thing, Optimus then suggested it would be better if you had a guardian to look after you and since Smokescreen was the one who helped you, the Prime assigned him as your protector. You didn't complain at all about his decision, in fact, you were very satisfied with his choice. When you realized you were gone for way too long and your family was probably worried sick, with Optimus' permission, Smokescreen left the base and drove you home.

As he parked in front of your house, your older sibling noticed the car and went outside. You quickly hopped out of the vehicle and ran to them. Smokescreen watched as they hugged you back and looked at you in worry, asking you questions. It seemed you somehow managed to reassure them, you responded calmly, then you glanced at the disguised robot and told them something, to which they playfully nudged your arm and giggled. You came back to him with a smile on your face, "What did you tell them exactly?" he questioned curiously.

"I came up with a lie about you and me bumping into each other and losing track of time." you peeked to your home and sighed, "Aaand their staring through the window..."

Smokescreen chuckled, "Good thing Ratchet made us these holoforms then."

"Holo- what?" you asked in confusion, all of a sudden, a handsome young man who somehow had the similar appearance of Smokescreen and a jacket that had the same pattern as his color scheme got out of the driver's seat, you stayed frozen and whispered to yourself, "I... wasn't really aware you could to that..."

"It's actually my first time using it." Smokescreen said as he examined his human form all over.

You turned to your sibling who was watching you with a big grin on their face. Yep, they were definitely shipping you, "Great, now they won't stop asking about you." a small smile appeared on your face.

He apologized, "Sorry..."

"Don't be, you did so much for me. I'm really glad I met you, Smoke. A-and the rest too, of course!"

"Hey, um—" he smoothly grabbed your hand in his, "Do you think we could hang out sometime? Like-- only the two of us?" as he asked, your eyes widened in shock, you could feel your cheeks warming up and the racing heart in your chest. Was- was he asking you out on a date? He noticed your hesitation and replied apprehensively, "I-It's totally fine if you don't want to!"

The lips on your face curved up due to his sweet attitude, he was so adorable when he was nervous. You lightly squeezed his hand and moved closer to him, "I will be more than happy." you said with a soft voice and planted a kiss on his cheek.

The camouflaged Cybertronian blushed so hard that he looked away from embarrassment, "T-that's great! Thanks for uh-- agreeing. S-See you later then?"

You giggled in return at his reaction, "Yeah, see ya." as you both waved at each other goodbye you got back to your home with a red face. What you didn't see was how Smokescreen cheerfully threw a fist in the air and got back into his vehicle mode with a big grin.

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• (Y/n) = Your name •

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𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"New West - Those Eyes"
02:38 ━━━━●───── 04:30

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"Love is not blind.

It sees you in the dark

and chooses to be your light."

- Sneha Pal -

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It was a silent and calm afternoon. The sky had a mixture of blue and orange colors. A giant silver jet roamed around in the high air until it finally transformed into a male spike-shaped robot and landed on the ground, causing a small earthquake to appear under his pedes. He observed the natural area that was surrounding him. No one. Splendid. He needed some peace anyway, he spent most of his time on the Nemesis, planning how to defeat the Autobots and listening to the constant yapping of his Decepticon SIC. Also, the complaints and bad news of his many soldiers became too much. Especially after their unsuccessful operations. The warlord put his servos behind his back as he walked.

He had no idea where he was going, he only wanted to rest his mind for a moment. Soundwave, his third in command, suggested it would be more beneficial to the Decepticons if he went out to cool himself down and returned with a refreshed processor. The mighty leader at first said that such activities were completely pointless, but after a while, before he could let out his anger and blew up those useless drones today, he took Soundwave's advice and went for a short stroll.

While he walked, his thoughts were interrupted by some distant voices coming somewhere near his location. He thought he was alone? What were those useless organics doing here anyway? Megatron followed the loud tones of the humans and soon three tiny figures appeared in his vision. He watched from a far distance so he wouldn't be spotted, not that he was afraid to show himself, he would crush them on the spot without hesitation if he wanted to.

"Watch where you are going, blindy!" one of the bullies laughed as they pushed you.

"Yeah, can't you see where you are going? Oh wait, you can't!" a second one shoved you away. After that, you stumbled on your feet and fell on your knees, dropping your cane in the process. You winced as you felt the wounds forming on your legs, yet you still remained silent.

"Pathetic." Megatron thought as he observed the scene.

One of the tyrants picked up your cane and observed it, "What is this stupid stick for?"

"So I can be aware of my surroundings..." you muttered as you struggled to get up. The second one pressed you back to the dirt.

"Didn't help you much, did it?" they snickered. Out of the blue, you felt the earth shaking under your hands. Without you being aware of what exactly was happening, a big shadow appeared behind the bullies and both of them halted on the spot.

They turned around only to see a big scary pointy metal giant with shiny blood-colored eyes before them, "Run." a terrifying voice came out of its mouth and dangerously sharped teeth. The two humans began to whimper and back away slowly as they stared at the robot in horror. One of them dropped your cane and distanced themselves from you. Seconds later, they ran away screaming at the top of their lungs, leaving you and the large daunting creature alone. Megatron sneered as he watched them running away like scared rats, then his gaze fell on you.

"T-thank you. For your help..." you said as you finally got up and balanced yourself on a tree that was close to you, "What's your name?"

Megatron was surprised by your reaction, "You will address me as Lord Megatron, leader of the mighty Decepticons." he answered and approached you.

"Megatron?" you giggled, "Sounds like an odd name... powerful yet so intimidating."

"Is that meant to be a compliment?" Megatron questioned, looming over you, his imposing, gigantic stature almost blocking out the light, "How are you called, puny human?"

"(Y/n), pleasure to meet you."

Megatron stares at you, glancing up and down before speaking, "I've never heard a human speak to me in such a manner. Most of them just beg for their lives. You're either naive or stupid, or both. Do you think you could intimidate me?"

"No." your lips curved up as you replied, "I don't even know, what you are and how you look. But by the sound of your steps, it appears you are quite bigger than me."

The leader let out a low chuckle, "You've got a good hearing. Tell me, do you know what the Decepticons are?"

You shook your head, "Hm, no I don't think so."

"We are an entire army of robots, who believe in taking what we want by force. We don't take orders from anyone, and we don't need any authority or government to tell us what to do. What do you think of that, human?"

"Sound a bit harsh, doesn't it? Now, why are doing that?"

"Because we can! We're stronger than anyone, and if we want something, we take it! It's that simple. It's freedom. Freedom from rules, laws and governments. Freedom to do what we want, when we want, however we want."

"So basically a group of punks?"

Megatron's face deformed into a look of outrage as his voice growled louder, "Did you just call us a bunch of punks?!"

"Well, you described it like that."

The pointy robot took a few steps forward, seething with rage, "How dare you compare us to some petty street rats? I will show you what real strength is. Then, you will know never to insult me or my soldiers again!"

"What? Are you going to attack a tiny being like me?"

Megatron's optics lit up with a red glow full of anger as the ground beneath him shifted and trembled, his voice deep and powerful. He let out a low, grating growl as he stood over you, "If you're not scared, then you're even more pathetic and blinder than I thought-"

"I may be blind, but that doesn't mean I can't see."

The Cybertronian raised his optical ridge at your comment as you were looking in a different direction and not at him, "Really? Then tell me, how do you see, if you're blind?"

"I have other senses you know. Such as hearing, smell, touch, and taste. Also, you feel different."

"How do I feel different?"

"Your presence. It's not like anybody else's. That's interesting."

"Interesting indeed..." he hummed, "So it appears you have some sort of sixth sense that allows you to detect the presence of powerful and unique beings such as I? The most powerful Decepticon in the universe?"

"Seems like it." you leaned on the tree beside you, "Did you achieve what you set up as a goal, oh mighty leader?"

A wave of fury washed over Megatron as he responded and remembered why he was here in the first place, "No! No, we have not! It's going slow... far too slow. There are those who stand in the way of our plans, those who oppose us and refuse to see reason. They won't accept that we are more powerful than them and that we can and will take what we want, and they won't step down. They are pests, and they will be eliminated."

"Which are...?"

"The Autobots." he hissed, "And their filthy, vile Prime are our biggest enemies. They stand for everything that we are against. They are weak hypocrites, with their rules and laws that they try to force on everyone else. They say they're all for peace, while they use violence to fight against us. And they are going to pay."

"Hm. One side wants justice and the other wants peace, none of you won't achieve anything by continuing this fight."

"What would you suggest we do?! You really think we can somehow stop fighting and resolve this peacefully? That we can learn to work together? What you suggest is ridiculous... impossible."

"Is it? You want to continue to fight like this forever?"

"Are you saying we should accept defeat? That we should let the Autobots win and continue to push their rules and laws on us? That would be unacceptable. No. The war must go on. We must eliminate our opponents, and then we will be free. We will be free, and the universe will be ours!"

"No one will be free and nothing will be the same as before, all of the destruction and killing will lead to a darker future."

"A darker future... maybe. But it's better than the Autobots having their way." he stared down at you again, the hatred for his enemies burning wildly in his optics, "If you allow them to have their peace, they will use it to build their strength for another attack. They're planning, (Y/n)... waiting and planning for the perfect moment to crush us. This is about survival. And survival requires that we crush them first."

"And involving other innocent lives such as us humans was part of your plan too, hmm?"

"I am leading a war, (Y/n). Casualties are inevitable. It's unfortunate that some innocents might get caught up in the crossfire, but it can't be helped. In the end, the Decepticon cause is more important than their lives."

You clapped your hands at his answer, "What a great and wise leader you are, killing everything in your way to achieve your goal."

His hand balled into a fist, "I will not be judged by some tiny, weak human. I am the leader of the Decepticons. There is none wiser nor righteous than me. You are a fool if you believe anything different."

"Alright. Have it your way then." you lifted your hands in defeat.

Megatron's imposing, gigantic frame stood over you, "Remember this, organic. The Decepticons will crush everyone who stands in our way. And I will personally crush you if you choose to stand against us."

"Trust me, I won't even bother." you waved casually, "With this state and size of mine, I will probably just bump myself into your leg." a chuckle escaped from your lips as you patted his metal pede.

He let out a low rumble. He did not like being laughed at. It took all his self-control not to step on you like an insect right there and then, "Do not laugh at me, human. You dare to mock me? A Decepticon?!"

"I'm just telling the truth, is that so bad?" you shrugged back, "You could've crushed me like a bug but you actually spoke to me... I've never talked with someone like this before... it's hard for a blind person like me to get to know someone. So, thank you."

Megatron was taken aback by your words, his expression softened slightly, "You... appreciate me speaking with you? Even after that mockery?" he seemed skeptical, wondering if those he was hearing were true.

You laughed, "I don't mind it, I'm already used to it anyway, I've been mocked for my blindness many times before."

"Yes... that doesn't surprise me. Humans... are often cruel like that. They look down upon others, as if they are a lesser being. They see your disability and judge you for it, mocking you and calling you weak. It is disgraceful." Megatron sounded genuinely disgusted at this and seemed to be having some compassion for you.

"It is, yes. But that did not stop me from living my life."

"You seem like a strong person, (Y/n). I can't imagine someone telling a blind human that they're worthless and not getting discouraged. But you were able to see past your disability and find some happiness in life. You have my respect."

"Thanks..." you responded silently at his words, your lips curving up from his kind words.

The mighty leader got lost in thought for a moment, his cold, glowing optics gazed into the distance, "You know, in a way I can relate to you. We aren't so different, you and I. I too, have faced discrimination-from our nemeses who looked down upon me due to me being different. And you, who has faced discrimination from your fellow humans, simply because you are blind." his voice grew softer, a hint of vulnerability in it, "But perhaps, we can understand each other in a way that others can't."

"I guess we can." you agreed as you slightly beamed at him.

Megatron's gaze turned to you, "And I believe that our conversation today was more than just a coincidence. Something is drawing us together, something more powerful than that. What do you think?"

"Whatever it is, I'm glad that we met."

He nodded, smiling slightly, "A wise answer, human. A wise answer indeed." he then looked at the cane and picked it up. He drew closer to you and offered his servo for you. You touched his digits and understood what he wanted, you climbed in his hand and sat down, "Do you think we could become allies, young one?"

"You-- want to be friends with someone like me? Why? What's the catch?"

The warlord laughed a little, "The catch is me... I am one of the most dangerous beings in the universe. Some call me cruel. They claim that I'm ruthless and sadistic and many other things. And you must accept this fact. Can you do that?"

"Why not crush me now when you have the chance?" you questioned curiously.

He leaned closer, his piercing gaze staring straight into your gray eyes, "Because I have never met someone like you before. I am stronger than you, yes, but you have something I don't. Something that you don't even realize you have and came to respect immensely. You're strong-willed, (Y/n). And despite your disadvantage, despite the fact that you cannot see... you have a fearless spark." he glanced at your injured knees, "You are wounded..."

"Oh-" you carefully touched your legs, feeling the scratches, "Not to worry, I will just patch them up later." you assured him, "I'm capable of doing it by myself."

Despite what you said, Megatron turned on his comm-link, "Soundwave, I require a Groundbridge. Tell our dear medic Knock Out to prepare himself." he peeked down at you, "We have a new companion."

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• (Y/d) = Your designation  •

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𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"Isabel LaRosa - Older"
0:47 ━━●─────── 02:16

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"Let's get drunk one fine night

and say all the words and things

we ever wanted to tell each other."

- Parr Winn -

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You weren't usually the drinking type. But oh man, after all those fights and all the problems you guys had to deal with you needed to find a way to relax and have fun for a little bit. Thank Primus at least the Decepticons weren't that active for the last few weeks. So you could put that free time to good use. Bulkhead and Arcee came in with Energon booze they found in the storage where you usually kept your fuel. All of you had a great time together as you talked and took sips of the alcohol from time to time. Optimus wished a good night and went to his berthroom with several data-pads in his hold. 

Primes just don't party.

He preferred to spend his time alone and read in peace. Which was totally fine with you, he was such an adorable nerd. And then there was Ratchet. He immediately declined Bulkhead's offer to join the gathering, he said something along the line, "I have better things to do. This is a waste of time, blah, blah, blah..."

But you were kinda sad about that. You really wanted to have some quality time together and get to know him more, not that you didn't want to be in the company of Bulkhead, Arcee and Bumblebee. You basically considered them as your family. The problem was... you had a crush on the medic. No matter how many times you tried to throw hints at him and attempted to flirt, he always waved you away. You didn't exactly have the courage to confess to him directly. Sometimes you wondered if he liked you back.

As time passed, you were completely unaware of how much booze you actually managed to consume. The only thing you knew was that you were having the time of your life. Out of nowhere, you found yourself in the grip of Bumblebee who caught you from almost falling on the floor, he beeped at you confusingly.

"Primus, (Y/d)- how much did you drink?" Bulkhead laughed at you.

"I'm-" you hiccupped and got away from Bee's grasp, "-perfectly fine, dude!"

"Really? Cause yer about to fall on your face again." the bulkier giant replied as he watched you tripping in your pedes. Arcee covered her intake as her entire frame shook from chuckling.

You heard her giggling and turned to her, "You're having fun there, gurl?" you grinned at her as you put your arm over her shoulders for support.

"Bulk, I think they need to see Ratchet, asap." the blue femme couldn't contain her snicker as she kept looking at you and the poor drunk state you were in. You started to slur your words and your vision became blurrier.

"I told ya, already, jeez! I'm feeling great!" you objected as you pulled yourself away from her and Bumblebee quickly came by your side to hold you, "Don' worry lil' Bee... some stupid booze won' stop me from—" you hiccupped again, "partying..."

Bulkhead scooped you up in his arms before you could greet the floor, "Coming right back, guys." he said and left the duo as he made his way to the old medical officer.

"Nooo..." you complained as you wriggled, "I don' wanna..."

While Ratchet was working on his new device, he heard a pair of heavy pedes entering the main area. The doctor peered from his workplace and sighed, "Already?"

"Haaay, dooc!" you greeted as you giggled the moment you saw him.

The green giant chuckled, "Sorry Ratch, guess they didn't exactly pay attention to how much they were consuming..."

The white-orange robot pinched his nasal ridge and shook his helm in disappointment, "All of you are so careless... put them on the medical berth." he directed strictly.

Bulkhead laid you down and patted your shoulder-pad, "Ya gonna feel better in no time, (Y/d)."

"But I—" Ratchet shushed before you could start grumbling again.

"You." the grumpy bot pointed to Bulkhead, "Get out."

The green bot saluted as he began to leave, "Ay, ay, captain." and left the two of you alone.

"Now, what did we talk about? You said you would be careful." Ratchet crossed his arms.

"Aw, c'mon Ratty, a little fun didn't hurt anybody..."

"Don't call me that. Just look at yourself." he came closer as he examined you.

"I don't think you can diagnose me because there's no treatment for being madly in love." you started to flirt.

"Love?" he looked down at you, "Is that what this is? I'm an older bot, you young 'uns sure make the strangest things up these days."

You snorted, "It's a pick-up line, doc."

He smirked down at you, "I know that, but if this is truly love you seem to have a twisted sense for it. Have you eaten anything?" he asked, you shook your helm, "Of course..." he grabbed the tubes and attached them to your body, you could feel how the Energon was starting to flow inside you, "What could've possibly got into you to think this was a good idea?"

"I think I got sick because we're meant to be." you let out another corny pick-up line.

"Oh? We're meant to be? And how is that?" he questioned as he put a large bucket next to you if you needed to throw up, "I'd love to hear you explain that to me like I'm not one of the smartest bots in the galaxy."

"I must have crossed eyes because I can only focus on you." you winked, trying your best not to laugh.

He chuckled a bit, "Are you actually planning on saying something or are you just going to keep throwing corny lines at me?" he was clearly enjoying the situation.

"I just really like seeing you flustered."

"Flustered? I'm not flustered." he said while turning away but you noticed the small blue blush that appeared on his face-plate, you raised your optical ridge at him, "Alright fine... you got me, I'm flustered, happy?"

"Very." you smirked satisfied.

"What's the next pick-up line you've got up your sleeve? I can't wait to hear it." he said with a bit of playful sarcasm in his tone.

"Can I be yours?"

Ratchet stopped and stared down at you in an almost stunned silence. This was the first time you've ever seen him be at a loss for words. After taking a few seconds to gather himself, he cleared his vocalizer before speaking, "You... want to be mine?" you nodded. Ratchet smiled softly at you, "It would be my pleasure." before you could even process what was going on, he leaned down and kissed you on the helm. You were beyond stunned at that moment, your optics widened and your entire face-plate became blue, "How's that for corny?" he asked in a teasing manner.

"I don't know if the medication is kicking in but I feel like I'm flying through clouds right now." you spoke out loud as you stared at the ceiling above you, grinning like an idiot. You couldn't believe what just happened.

"That probably is the medicine or the fact that you're with me but take whatever you want it to be." he chuckled, "Did you really mean it?"

"Oh, I sure did." you replied proudly and pulled yourself up from the berth into a sitting position.

He sat next to you, "Well then. You're mine. How does that sound?"

"Amazing." you beamed at him.

"Where did you learn to flirt like that? I know for a fact that it can't be Autobot training." asked Ratchet.

"The human Internet is very educational, you know."

"The internet? Really? And I guess you used it to learn stuff on how to be all sweet and nice? What did you look up 'how to seduce a medic'?"

You laughed and pushed his arm, "Hey, it worked, didn't it?"

"It certainly did." his optics softened as he watched you, "But if you don't mind me asking what was it about me that appealed to you exactly? Was it my good looks or my charming personality?"

"Both..." you responded as you smiled and leaned over him, resting your helm on his shoulder-pad.

Ratchet smiled, "Well, I'm glad to know that my appearance isn't the only thing that you liked." he pulled you close to him, forming an embrace, "You sure know how to surprise me. In a good way, of course, you always make me feel better."

"That's good to know."

"I have another question for you."

"Ask away, it's not like I have anything better to do..." you snickered.

He stood silent for a moment, "How would you feel if I returned your affection, if said 'I love you' back?"

You looked up at him, "You would make me the happiest bot alive."

"Then allow me to make you the happiest bot alive." he lifted your chin and leaned his face closer to yours, "I love you." as he whispered those words, he kissed you deeply. You returned the gesture right away as you placed a servo on the side of his helm. A few minutes later you departed from one another, you observed him with dreamy optics, "I love you more..."

"Oh, is this going to turn into a competition with you or something?" he responded playfully, "Because I'm pretty sure you're not going to win, but feel free to try." he chuckled again and planted a quick peck on your forehelm.

"Is that so? Where that sudden self-confidence come from?"

"What can I say, I like a challenge. I can't wait to see what you have to counter this." he leaned to you and whispered into your audial, "I love you more than you'll ever know."

You placed your arms around his neck, "My, my, is this how you treat you patients, doctor?"

The CMO laughed, "No, my usual patients don't get this kind of treatment. Then again, they aren't anything like you so they don't even qualify. You're the first and only bot I've ever met that has even come close to deserving this kind of treatment."

"Ah, so I'm special? Is that what you are saying?" you smirked teasingly.

"Special doesn't come close to describing you, you're one in an Infinity. You're the sweetest and charming person that I've ever had the pleasure of meeting and the fact that you also happen to be beautiful is just a bonus."

"And where did you learn to flirt like that??" you decided to ask him the same question.

"I've had practice. I've been on Cybertron a long time and when I was a young mech, I was quite the charmer. I suppose it's just a skill that I haven't gotten to use in a long time."

Your smile slowly fainted, "Oh, I see... guess I am not as good as the previous ones you had a relationship with, right?"

Ratchet was stunned by your response seeing that you were hurt. This was not a subject he had planned to broach nor did he want to upset you. He was unsure of what to say or what to do but he knew one thing, he didn't want you to feel that way, "There's no one else like you, I can assure you of that. No one has ever compared. No one has ever been better." he responded sincerely.

"You are just saying that..." you glanced away.

He looked down at you, "I'm serious. You are the only one that I care about. All those other relationships were simply flings. Fun distractions but there was never any real or true emotion on my end, at least not compared to what I feel for you."

"Honest?" you peeped back at him.

"Honest." replied the medic, his intake curving up. You hummed and laid back on him, he rested his chin on top of your helm while rubbing your back, "How about you rest with me tonight? You know, in case of an emergency."

"Is that the only reason you want me to recharge with you?" you chuckled.

"No..." you waited for the rest of his answer, you could feel how his spark pulsed stronger in his chest-plate as you kept hugging him, his frame was so soothing and warm your optics began to close from tiredness, he was so comfortable, "...I just want to be with you, to hold you in my arms... till the rest of my life."

You weakly smiled as you slowly began to drift to sleep.

"Me too..."

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• (Y/n) = Your name •

• (N/n) = Nickname •

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𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"Fleurie - Hurts Like Hell"
01:26 ━━●━━━━━ 03:37

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"Just because you cannot see me,

does not mean I am not there.

Just because I am in heaven,

does not mean I do not care.

I often see you crying,

you often say my name,

I want to hold you tight,

I want to ease your pain.

It's easy for me,

for I know heaven is real,

If you knew the truth,

how much better would you feel?

One day we will meet again,

but only when the time is right,

when you step out of the darkness,

I will be standing in the light."

- John F Connor -

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You were a human who lived in one of Nevada's beautiful forests. You worked at a small antique shop in a town called Jasper, which was not so far away from where you lived, you had a car for easy transport so the far distance wasn't such a big of an issue for you. Not that you didn't like the town, you just preferred to be alone, to have some peace. And you loved nature, the smell of the trees and fresh air, it has always amazed you. The wooden cottage you owned was big and comfortable enough for you. But you weren't much like the other people. In fact, you possessed a special ability no one else controlled.

To connect with the dead.

You could talk with the earthbound spirits of people who have died and also who seek help. You used it to relay significant messages and important information to the living, but sometimes the messages you received were intense and confusing.

The ghosts were often seeking your help in relaying a message or completing a task that will put their spirit to rest, and allow them to cross over into the light. Those who died with unfinished business were earthbound and couldn't cross over into an afterlife, until you, as their earthly representative, helped them to find peace.

At first, people always began to think of you as a lunatic when you told them this information about yourself. Sometimes your tasks were difficult and at times you struggled with people who pushed you away and didn't believe in your gift. But that didn't stop you from helping them, of course.

Your life was strange but at the same time out of the ordinary. At least you weren't bored.

It was the end of the day and you began packing your stuff, ready to go home and close the shop. You grabbed the keys and locked the doors. The instant you were ready to get in your car, you noticed three children coming out from the Memorial High School. They waved at each other as they hopped on different expensive-looking vehicles. As the yellow Urbana with black stripes passed on the street right where you were, you felt a big wave of an odd power you hadn't felt before as the car drove by. You kept staring at the vehicle as it disappeared into the far distance. You shook your head, probably making up things from tiredness.

You got into your car and went home. The dark blue starry sky appeared a few hours later when you arrived at your cottage. You could feel the cold breeze flowing through your hair the minute you got out of the vehicle. Before you could get inside your house, you felt like you were being watched. You looked behind at the forest trees and branches surrounding you. Weird. Was it a spirit?

"Hello? Is anyone there?" you asked as you explored around. Nothing. But you still felt as if someone was there, close. You continued to search, "If you are a lost ghost, I can help you out." you informed, "You can trust me, I have aided many like you before." no answer.

Either you were imagining things or they went away. You sighed and directed to your wooden warm and comfy home.

"Can you really help me?"

A male voice spoke up. You froze. Very slowly and steadily, you turned your head to see who was behind you. And what you saw was beyond unbelievable. A massive transparent figure was staring down at you. It appeared as blue colored robot, with an orange face, one yellow eye and a grey metallic patch on the left side. He loomed over your tiny figure, you stood there gaping at him with horrified eyes until he asked again.

"You... you can see me ...?"

"oH MY GOD--!" you cried out of fright and fell backward on the solid ground. You began to scuttle away and quickly got up again on your feet, rushing to the front door. Slamming it shut, you leaned your back on the wooden entrance and closed your mouth with both of your hands. You tried to breathe, but you just couldn't. Not after what you saw. You've seen many horrifying things before but this being was on the top of your list now. Your eyes were still open wide as you tried to comprehend what you witnessed seconds ago. A robot. A giant wide ghost robot was in front of you, "I've probably lost my mind already..." you whispered through the deep breaths you tried to take as you held your chest. A spirit of a talking machine... how was that even possible?!

A few minutes later, you managed to calm down and stand up. Cautiously, you took a peek from your window. No one was there. You gulped and grabbed the handle of the door, slowly opening it. Bit by bit you stepped outside and observed the area. Did you scare it away...? Maybe you overreacted a little...

"I-..." you tried to speak up, "My apologies, I did mean to... I've never seen a spirit such as you, guess I got- suprised for a moment there..." you expressed regret as you held your arms, "Please, come out. Promise I won't react like that again... let me assist you." you pleaded, the cold air blowing your hair gently. You felt the mysterious presence near you once more and turned around, spotting the same robot watching you from above, "H-how are you called...?"

"Breakdown..."

He replied simply.

"Interesting name..." you continued, "How— how exactly did you die...?" as you questioned curiously you crossed your hands to keep them warm from the cold weather. He thought for a moment, trying to recollect his past tragic memories before he could meet his end.

"The last thing I can remember...

is when I tried to kill that filthy excuse of a femme named Airachnid,

she caught me in one of her little traps.

Then ... I was torn apart."

You gulped nervously at that information, "That Airachnid you speak of... is she here too? On Earth?" he nodded.

Splendid... there were giant murdering robots on your planet...

"If you seek revenge on killing her... I'm not sure how I could help you with that..."

"As much as I want her to meet the same fate as I did...

something else keeps me here on this mud ball...

and I can't join the Allspark until I find what is it and resolve it..."

"The... Allspark? Is that like- the afterlife?" he nods again at your question. You began to think for a minute, looking at the ground pacing back and forth, trying to find a reason why was he still here. If it wasn't for revenge, then probably...

"Perhaps... someone might be still grieving for you... and doesn't want to let go of you yet..." you suggested, "I've come across many spirits whose close ones couldn't move on from their deaths... Do you remember someone dear to you?"

Breakdown looked away when you asked him that. He seemed upset... almost heartbroken. You felt uncomfortable but you needed answers so you could help his way to freedom.

"There's this... sassy and cocky bot who was very close to me...

his name is Knock Out."

You listened to him carefully as he continued to speak. A small smile formed on his face when he mentioned him.

"Sometimes... when I have nothing else to do... I watch him... it sounds creepy, I know...

But you have no idea how much I want to talk to him...

to... to hug him one more time before I could go..."

"Ever since I got offlined... he started to overwork... starve... blame himself...

I don't know what to do and neither does he...

We are both... sad... angry... lonely..."

"If he continues to act like this he will--"

He ceased talking as his hand formed into a fist. You stepped closer to him with a saddened expression. You could see how much he cared for Knock Out, "I understand, big guy. I will help both of you... but you need to tell me how can I connect to him..."

"I know this one place... he goes there often...

where we hung out and raced...

it's not very far away from here..."

"I will grab my keys then. Can you guard me to there?"

"Of course... thank you... for doing this..."

"You don't need to thank me, Breakdown. It's my job after all."

"I never got your name..."

"(Y/n), but my friends usually call me (N/n)." you responded, beaming at him. He gently smiled back at you as he watched how your hand roamed inside the pocket of your coat and took out your car keys. The vehicle beeped and you got inside, turning on the engine.

✧˖°.⁺‧˚ ♡ ˚‧⁺ ✧˖°.♡₊˚⊹. .⊹˚₊♡˖°.⁺‧˚ ♡ ˚‧⁺ ✧˖°.

You had no clue where exactly you were headed while Breakdown was leading you as he whispered the directions to your ear. But you were thankful you remained driving on the smooth road at least and not on some dangerous paths where you could stick yourself or damage your car. You were kilometers away from the town with no service on your phone.

"Here."

You hit the brakes the instant he spoke. It was dark and dusty. Only sand and rocks all over the place. You were in the middle of nowhere. A human, their car and a spirit of an alien robot.

As you got out of your vehicle, you squinted your eyes, looking around, "I don't see anything..." Breakdown's ghost appeared beside you, then he pointed to somewhere. One of Nevada's not-so-high rocky hills could be seen in the distance. The moon was shining brightly enough for you to see the big weird-shaped silhouette that sat there, right on the top, "...is that him?"

"Yes..."

"Let's go introduce myself first then." before you could sit back on the driver's seat, you glanced at Breakdown, "You are sure he won't kill me the second he sees me... right?" you questioned nervously.

The blue robot chuckled.

"Depends on how you approach him... and his mood..."

Well... that didn't reassure you at all. You only hoped you weren't going to die tonight.

You drove up to the top of the hill, a bit further away where the red shiny Knock Out sat, at the edge. When you stepped out of your car and closed the door carefully, you started to approach the red mech apprehensively. He was looking at the view, his back facing you. The smooth armor was the first thing you noticed, then the biolights on his neck, his pointy ears and the two wheels attached to his body.

Knock Out was resting his arms on his legs, body slightly leaning forward, shoulder-pads dropped down, holding his servos together. Then you saw something else beside him. A small pile of rocks remained close to where he was.

A big wave of blues hit you while watching the poor lonely bot in such a state. He was grieving.

You cleared your throat loud enough for him to hear. Knock Out's body tensed up, his ears and shoulders rapidly perked up and turned around. Out of instinct, your entire body was immobilized on the spot as his bright red optics met yours. Right away, you put your wobbly hands up to show him that you meant no trouble but he could sense that you were beyond terrified, "What are you doing here, organic?!" he asked angrily as he started to get up on his pedes.

"I-- I came here to talk to you..." your voice shook as he approached angrily. Your feet began to step away from him by their own will as he drew dangerously close to you. Before you could even make an attempt to run, he grasped you tightly in his clawed servo and lifted you to his optic level.

"Are you not realizing what mess you got yourself into? Who are you?! How did you find me here?!" he started squeezing the life out of you in his grasp.

"Please! You need to listen to me!" you cried out, your bones began to hurt, "Break- Breakdown led me to here!"

The clutching stopped when you mentioned that name, you tried to breathe and calm down as much as you could. As you lifted your head, he was staring at you with widened optics, right then, you could spot the lubricant on his face, "You... you know him?" the Cybertronian questioned, you gave him a short nod.

"I have the ability to communicate with earthbound spirits who have died and who also seek help. I know it sounds weird but... Breakdown came to me. H- he said you were in pain. That's why I'm here, to help the two of you... He can't join the Allspark if you don't let him go..."

He kept looking at you, unfortunately for your fragile body, he started to crush you again with rage, "You dare lie to me with such nonsense?!" he gritted his teeth.

Just then, the robot ghost appeared behind Knock Out.

"No--! P-please, you— have to believe what I'm saying--!" you yelled, tears began to form in your eyes from the strong grip, "Breakdown--!" you called out desperately for the other robot.

"He still owes me Energon for that illegal human race."

"You— owe him Energon... for human race...!" you breathed out, Knock Out loosened up his hold, your lungs hurt so much as you gasped for air.

The red mech blinked at you in shock, "What...? How do you know that...?"

"I never got to apologize for breaking his new buffer."

"He said... he never got to apologize... for breaking your buffer..."

"I watched how poorly he treated the drones...

he promised he would take care of them..."

"You promised... to take care of the drones..."

Knock Out stared in disbelief, seconds later, he looked away with a betrayed expression, "And he promised to return back safe..."

"I know...I'm sorry..."

"He is sorry..."

"He can finish up the rest of my left oil."

"You can finish up his oil..."

Knock Out smiled weakly at those words. It was really him. Only Breakdown knew how to cheer him up whether he was feeling down. He wiped off the tears with his free servo and relaxed a bit. He carefully put both of his hands around you, holding you gently, "Is he here...?" he asked and you nodded. Knock Out's voice cracked as he let out a short laugh, "You fragging idiot..."

"Your idiot."

"How could you leave me like that...?

"I never left you, doc... I was always here...

You have to stop hurting yourself..."

"He was always here, Knock Out." you reiterated, "He wants you to stop hurting yourself..."

"What else I'm supposed to do...? I have nothing left..."

"Nah, you have a whole life ahead of you...

Don't waste it like this..."

"You have a whole life ahead of you, you shouldn't be wasting it like this..."

"And you also have (N/n) by your side...

To keep an eye on you."

You smiled, turning to the blue mech, "What did he say?" Knock Out questioned curiously.

"That you have me... and that I should keep an eye on you."

"It's time to move on, Knocks...

I'm getting tired of this dirty planet...

I want to rest..."

"Knock Out, I know... how hard it can be saying good-bye to someone you love, but it's time to move on, he needs to rest..." you retold.

The cherry bot looked at you in a way that showed he was afraid. Scared of letting the person he cared about more than anything in this world leave forever. He always despised separations. Breakdown came in front of him and leaned down, kissing his forehelm. Knock Out felt his warm touch, his intake formed a broken smile while his optics began to fill up with lubricant, body trembling. He ex-vented, "Rest well, Breakdown... hope we can cross paths someday again..."

Tears filled your eyes as well as you kept watching him. The shiny mech brought you close to his chest and you hugged him as much as you could. Right then, you heard the ghost's voice.

"(N/n)...?"

Your gaze fell on him, he was looking up, but you knew it wasn't the sky he was staring at, "...Can you see it?"

"Yeah I— I see a bright light up there..."

"You should take it... it's for you..." tears rolled down your cheeks as he turned around at you with a smile on his face-plate.

"Take care of him for me, okay?"

You nodded in confirmation and slightly waved your hand at him, "Goodbye, Breakdown..."

"Thanks, (N/n)... for everything..."

And just like that, his spirit transformed into a bright blue spark of light and flew to the sky, disappearing away from your vision.

"Did he...?"

"Yeah... he did."

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• (Y/n) = Your name •

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𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"d4vd - Here With Me"
01:28 ━━━●────── 03:42

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"I will wait for you in stillness,

for if you are meant for me

you will come.

I will wait for you in silence,

for truth is far grander than words.

I will wait for you and I will demand

nothing in return,

for love is not taking--

I will only give my love to you."

- Anita Krizzan -

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Four vehicles were parked in front of Jasper's high school main entrance. Optimus, Bulkhead, Arcee and Bumblebee awaited their charges to finish their class and return to their secret headquarters. Usually, the Prime wasn't part of the guardian trio who had a duty to pick their human companions and keep them safe, but now he was included in this task as well, because you were his charge.

A few days ago, the three kids brought the confused you to the base due to a Decepticon attack. The drones decided it would be a great idea to try capturing you while the rest of the Autobots weren't around. Fortunately, you four managed to escape and got saved by Team Prime right on time.

Since the other three bots got human allies and Ratchet still refused to watch after some child, Optimus assigned himself as your guardian. The bell inside the school rang all of the students stepped outside. When Jack, Miko and Rafael showed up, Optimus became confused. You weren't there with them.

"Children? Where's (Y/n)?" the leader questioned their young allies.

Jack stroked the back of his head tensely, "Um-- we... are not entirely sure, Optimus..."

"They just left early." Rafael then replied.

"Yeah, they didn't even tell us for what reason! I know Science class is boring but-- all of a sudden they got up and rushed away. Like poof! Gone!" added Miko.

Optimus hummed while he was thinking about what could have been the reason for your bizarre actions, "Did you manage to notice their behavior before leaving?"

Rafael looked at his two friends and at the truck again, "They seemed... distressed about something."

"Raf is right, (Y/n) has been very worried earlier, it wasn't like them..." responded Jack. A slight thunder sound was heard from above, they glanced up and saw the gathering grey clouds in the once clear blue sky.

Miko crossed her hands, "Looks like it's gonna rain today."

"The rest of you should go. I will be back shortly." the old Autobot leader notified and drove away.

"That was... weird." Arcee included.

"He is sooo worried about them." Miko said with a smirk.

As Optimus passed through several streets he contacted the medical officer, "Ratchet, I need you to track (Y/n)'s coordinates, I do not think I will be able to find them by myself."

::Give me a moment... there, I found them. Only five blocks away from you, then turn right.::

"Thank you, old friend. Optimus, out." he turned off his comm-link and went to the direction where was navigated to. When he turned right, he saw you. His troubled thoughts calmed a bit, regardless, a sense of worry still remained in his spark. He parked at the side of the street and activated his holoform. You were sitting alone on a wooden bench at the pocket park.

Very cautiously and slowly, Optimus stepped closer to where you are, "...(Y/n)?"

You snapped your head towards him and your eyes widened in shock, "Optimus!" you quickly looked away to brush your eyes but he already noticed your tears, "W-what are you doing here?"

"I was searching for you. The children told me you left in the middle of class... you seem upset."

"No, no! I'm okay, really. Sorry for troubling you." you shook your hands to reassure him and attempted to smile. However, the Prime bought none of it.

"May I?" he gestured to the free spot next to you. After giving him a short nod he sat beside his charge which he stared at with concern, "Please, tell me what is wrong... I want to help you."

"I told you it's nothing, I—" you began but when he put his hand on your cheek, he made you look at him. The instant you saw his worried eyes, you felt your eyes watering again. He watched you with sympathy as you broke down before him, out of embarrassment you hid your face with both of your hands, "I- I'm sorry-"

"It will be alright, (Y/n). Come here." he whispered and wrapped his arms around your quivering body. You cried and leaned to his chest, tugging your hands on his clothing, "Shhh... breathe, please breathe." he rocked you very lightly to calm you down. The bright screen of your phone which was near your leg caught his attention. Only one message notification remained on your screen by your significant other.

'Sorry it had to end this way, (Y/n).'

"T-they left me, Optimus..." you choked out between your hiccups, "After everything I did, I loved them so m-much... I don't know what I did wrong..."

The Prime stoked your back gently and held you tight in his arms, "You have done nothing wrong, (Y/n)... none of this it's your fault... and never will be." he spoke with his soft and tender voice. Seconds later, he felt tiny drops of rain falling on him and he took a peek at the cloudy sky, it started to rain. He took off his jacket and put it over your head, "You will catch a cold, let me drive you home."

"I don't want to go home, not like t-this..." you continued to cry.

"Then allow me to keep you warm inside my vehicle mode. We will go for a drive to ease your pain..."

"Why even bother...? Just leave me here." you said to him, glancing away.

"That is not happening." Optimus cupped your face, "I will never leave you behind. Especially when you are in such state. You mean so much to me... so dear to me. You are one of a kind, (Y/n)... don't ever think otherwise. They did not deserve you and neither this world..."

You stared at him as he let out those kind words, but you believed none of it, "You are lying..."

"(Y/n), my dearest. Primus take my spark if I ever dare lie to you... I would never. Not to you. I may not have known you for a long time... but you grabbed my attention since the day we met. The way you act, think and look... no one has ever piqued my interest like you. I do not want you to underestimate yourself ever again like this, do you hear me? That person who has left you behind was too foolish and blind, and does not realize how much they have lost..." 

"Please believe me when I tell you that you are a wonderful gift to this cruel world... I want to heal your broken heart. I want to make it whole again. Only if you let me. You can cry on me, talk to me about anything..."

Neither of you broke eye contact, with every passed minute the rain was getting heavier. You watched how the little drops fell from his hair and on his handsome face. He kept holding you soothingly with his warm strong hands. A mixture of various feelings battled in your heart, "Optimus...?"

"Yes?"

You let out a small exhale to relax, "Thank you, for being here for me and for every kind thing you said. I really needed to hear that, no one has ever treated me like this... not even my ex-lover..."

"Then let me be the first to treat you right. Because you deserve it."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I know we may be different species and things may not be like you have dreamed of, but I will do everything in my power to make you happy."

Your eyes widened in shock when you finally realized what he actually meant, "Optimus... don't tell me that--"

He gave you a simple nod in response, "I'm afraid I already have... since I laid my optics on you."

"Such a wise and strong Prime like you couldn't have possibly fallen for a human like me."

"Yet, I did. I have fallen for the most unique and beautiful person in this world."

"I don't know what to say... I really don't." you were out of words. You couldn't believe what you were hearing, Optimus Prime was in love with you this whole time, "W-why you didn't tell me?"

"Because you were already taken. And I did not want to ruin the relationship we had already built between us." he responded, "I understand if you are confused with your emotions at the moment, I do not wish to push into returning these feelings... but whenever you have figured it out, I will be here. I will accept whatever you have considered. I only want to be by your side."

And there you were. Wondering how on Earth you even managed to befriend such a kind soul like him and make him fell for a human being. The things that he said to you will repeat over and over in your head from now on. You couldn't believe what you heard, you never thought someone could ever see you in such way. Nevertheless, talk to you like this. It was like a dream. You felt guilty about making him wait for your reply but after that heartbreak, you really needed some time to recover, to be away from any love relationships for a while, but you also wanted to give this a try.

He got up and extended his hand, "Come with me, you are soaking wet."

You chuckled and took it, "Oh, I am? You should look at yourself." he smiled at your lifted mood. Optimus opened the driver's door for you and helped you to climb inside on the warm and cozy seat. After deactivating his holoform, he turned on his engine, "Let's go back to the base." you suggested.

"Are you certain?" he asked.

"Yeah, the rest are probably worried. Besides, I want to distract myself with something else till I get back home."

"Your wish is my command." replied the leader gently and headed towards the direction of their base. You stood awkwardly on the seat, playing with your fingers as you watched how the rain poured over Jasper.

When you got enough courage to remove the nervousness that was building up in your chest and bit your lower lip, you spoke up, "I'm so sorry I have to make you wait for me, Optimus. I promise you that I will give you my answer pretty soon."

"For you, I will be patient as long as it takes."

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𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"Calvin Harris & Disciples - How Deep Is Your Love"

03:17 ━━━━━━━━● 03:35

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"You have got the arms I want to be  wrapped in. 

You have got the eyes I want to get lost in. 

You have got the smile I can never resist.

You have got the voice I want to listen to for hours.

I decided on you, I want you and only you."

- leohearts -

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"Coming!" you shouted the instant you heard the ringing doorbell, you hurriedly went down the stairs, trying not to trip over your feet while putting on your fancy earrings. You quickly looked at the mirror and fixed your hair, when you finally felt satisfied with your appearance, you opened the door with a big grin on your face. 

A tall well-dressed man with a visor on his face stood at the entrance, he waved his hand to you as a greeting, "Soundwave!" you beamed at him and threw yourself to him, wrapping your arms around his neck with full joy, forming a warm loving embrace. He returned the gesture right away, "I can't believe you actually made it! And you are right on time too! I was just about to put on my heels." you happily said. 

He gently grabbed your hands and put them over your eyes, he had a surprise, "Alright, I trust you on this one." you snickered. Seconds later as you stood still and patiently for what he had prepared, you heard flapping noises somewhere really close to you, "What's that sound?" you asked curiously.

Soundwave tapped on your arm to open your eyes. You glanced up and saw a raven right above the two of you. Laserbeak. The bird held a beautiful bouquet of black and purple roses. He flew closer and you lifted your hands to grab it.

Your lips formed a smile along with a small blush on your cheeks when you looked at the flowers, the raven landed on Soundwave's shoulder, "Aw, you sweet little birdy." you softly petted Laserbeak's head with your finger and he satisfyingly leaned to your touch, letting out happy croaking sounds, "Thank you so much, to both of you. You really shouldn't have. They are so pretty."

You hugged him once more and he rested his chin on your shoulder. While doing so, he was looking at your interior and what came to his attention was the box of tissues and medicine on the coffee table in your living room. Soundwave pulled away and lifted his visor, only revealing his mouth. You didn't know what his face looked like yet, but you promised yourself to be patient with him until he got comfortable enough around you. 

To be honest, you had no idea what exactly he was planning, but that sudden action of his caught you by complete surprise. He gently lifted your chin and kissed you on the forehead. What you didn't know was that he was actually checking your temperature and you, apparently, were warmer than usual. The disguised Decepticon drew his head back and pulled down his mask, "What's the matter?" you questioned concerned. 

::Temperature: High::

Soundwave's computer voice spoke up. Your eyes widened in shock, "Wha-- no, no! It's probably out of nervousness--! You know me, heh. Worrying all the time for silly things." you awkwardly waved off his comment, "I want this to be perfect-- which is going to be! Because we are not going to let anything ruin our date tonight. Right?"

::Health: Unwell::

He formed a sentence that came from his visor again, "No, it's not! I feel fine! Why do you think that?" he pointed to something behind your back and you turned around, only to notice the mess on the table you left earlier. You slammed your face in embarrassment and let out a low grumble. How could you forget to clean it up?!

"Okay, look. Maybe I have a little bit of a cold but that doesn't mean we can't go on our date! Besides, I feel--!" before you could finish a sneeze escaped from your mouth, "Great..." Soundwave stood silently staring at you for a second and then went inside along with Laserbeak, you snapped your head at him and rushed to grab his arm, "No! Wait-- Sounds, please! We've been planning this for so long, we are barely available to hang out without any work to do these days!" you began dragging him outside, "We are not going ruin our special date because of some stupid flu, now come on--" right at the entrance, you felt something grabbing you by the waist and pulling you back in your home, you peeked down and saw his tentacle wrapped around your body and another one closing the door right in front of you. His limb revealed you and they slid right back under his coat.

"But..." you tried to argue but he already made his way to the kitchen while the raven flew upstairs, a deep sigh escaped from your lips as you felt a big weight of guilt and sadness in your chest. All the plans you two made for the last few weeks went completely downhill, no thanks to you and your carelessness. You hugged yourself and slowly went to the kitchen where your lover was. While he was searching for something in your fridge, you sighed grabbing his attention, "Soundwave— I'm... sorry I had to hide this from you, but I only did it because I was afraid this would happen and still... I ruined everything. All this preparation went to waste. It's all my fault." you stared down at the floor in shame.

 Right then, you saw that he had already taken the can of chicken soup from your fridge and the bag of tea from the cupboard of your kitchen. You heard Laserbeak's flapping wings in the hallway and saw how he flew to the living room, he had two pillows in his claws and a fuzzy blanket in his beak which he grabbed from your room. The black raven dropped them down on the couch and stepped on the remote, turning on the TV, you looked back at the masked man, "You want to spend the night here?" Soundwave nodded in response to your question. All those bad emotions immediately vanished and your heart started beating fast, both from excitement and delight, "What did I ever do to deserve you?" your lips curved up and you hugged him tight as he also held you close.

After a minute, you glanced at his visor and suggested, "I will find a movie to watch." he nodded in agreement and you went to the living room. You sat down on the sofa while Soundwave waited for the water to warm up in the kettle. Laserbeak laid down and nuzzled your leg, you gently caressed the top of his head in return. The silent Decepticon came with a bowl of hot chicken soup and a warm cup of tea, he put them on the table before you. He grabbed some candles from the shelves, took a small lighter from the kitchen and lit them up for a cozier and tender atmosphere, "Very romantic." you giggled as he sat down close to you, he put his arm over your shoulder and you laid your legs over his as you both leaned to each other, "Hey, how about Slender Man?"

 :/

A face that expressed uncertainty appeared on his visor, "It's not that bad! Besides, he reminds me so much of you. Don't deny it, you do look alike a little, although you are way more handsome."

::Statement: Correct::

Laughing at his reply, you hit the play button for the movie to start, you put the remote down and wrapped your hands around him, "Thanks for being here and taking care of me. I still feel guilty though, it's not like how we planned this night to go."

::Importance: You::

"You're the best, Sounds." a small smile formed on your face, "This is not so bad actually." you looked at his mask and he titled his head at you, "You can't catch a human sickness, right?" you asked and he shook his head. You cupped his visor and gave him a quick peck on the side. In an instant, you removed your hands and lowered your head down to hide your embarrassed expression, "Sorry, I know you're still not comfortable with showing your face yet, which I fully understand. But I just couldn't resist." he kept staring at you with interest, "I will always love you, no matter how you look. My feelings towards you will never change." 

He pulled you closer to him, making you sit on his lap and cuddle while enjoying the scary movie together, you smiled and laid your head on his chest as he placed the fuzzy blanket over you. Soundwave wrapped his hands around you, gently caressing your back. A heart icon displayed on his visor when he felt how your body finally relaxed. 

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• (Y/d) = Your designation •

• (Y/w) = Your weapon •

• (Y/v/m) = Your vehicle mode •

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𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"Flume - Left Alone feat. Chet Faker"
00:47 ━━━●─────── 02:51

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"You were a beautiful time in my life,

and if that's all you'll ever be

then that's okay.

Not all art is destined to hang on the same walls forever."

- K. Towne Jr. -

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"Do you think I'm like the others? Brutal and violent?" you asked while sitting next to the Autobot medic, Ratchet. At the top of the hill, where you could look at the beautiful scenery. It was your secret hiding spot, where you two could meet and spend time together, no one could bother you there. Both sides didn't know you often met like this. After some time, you started to fall for each other.

He chuckled, "Absolutely not. You've already proven yourself to be pretty much the opposite, you're sweet, loving, and you've stolen an Autobot's spark. How is that brutal or violent? Do you think I'm like the others? Cold and uncaring?"

"No, but you are definitely the grumpiest mech I've ever seen."

"That's actually a bit of a compliment and it might be the nicest thing you've ever said to me." he smirked at you, his neon blue optics sparkling a bit, "But I'm serious when I say that I've never met a Decepticon quite like you before and I'd like to understand how you got this way."

While pulling your knees closer to your chest-plate, you kept watching the pretty view before you, "I don't know either. But when I first laid my optics on you something inside me changed."

"You've piqued my interest. What happened? What changed?" the old doctor questioned in an intrigued tone.

"Change of spark, I guess." you shrugged your shoulder-pads.

"That's an easy way of putting it." he smiled at you, "So you've suddenly started to feel things you've never felt before? Like love for instance?"

"Maybe." you replied silently, tilting your helm at him.

He sat closer to you, frames almost touching, "Was it love at first sight?"

"Now you're teasing." you gave him a sly smirk, "And what did you find so interesting in someone like me? Can't wait to hear it."

Ratchet hummed, "Well, you are... different. In a good way, I mean." he stared at the view, enjoying the sight of the bright stars over the dark blue sky, then he became saddened by a sudden thought which arose in his processor, "I only wished we--"

"Were from the same side?" you interrupted with a dull expression, "Honestly, I desired that as well, but... things don't always work out the way we want them to..."

The medical officer watched your distraught state, he wished he could make you feel better to show, even though both of you were fighting for the opposite cause, things somehow were going to turn right, he didn't exactly know how, but it was what he only wished for, without betraying or hurting anyone, he wanted to be with you and to cheer you up whenever you were down, "(Y/d), I'm aware things for us might be hard, but I wanted you to know that I love you no matter what. You mean so much to me and I would do anything for you."

Your optics widened at his words and turned to him, with a face filled with hope, "...Really?"

He gave you a soft and affectionate smile, "Really. If there's something in this world you need from me all you have to do is ask and I would do it to make it a reality, to make you happy. So please, tell me what I can do to prove it to you?"

As he asked that question, you pressed your dermas nervously, you wondered how to tell him. How to make him join you so both of you wouldn't suffer that much. Would he agree that easy for you? He said he would do anything for you, right?

"Will..." you paused for a second, "... will you join me then? Will you become a Decepticon for me?" you questioned. He looked at you as if his whole world turned upside down.

He pulled away a bit shocked by the request, "Join the...? Y-you want me to betray my faction? Just like that? For you, to leave everything behind? My past, my friends, all I've ever known?!"

A feeling of guilt began to roam around your spark, you realized what you asked of him was more serious than you first assumed, you got up on your pedes, trying to apologize, "Ratchet, I'm--"

The grumpy doctor took a few seconds to gather himself and stood up in front of you, "No. I will not become one of Megatron's slaves. I am an Autobot and I will stay that way. Do you understand?" he spoke harshly with the edge of rage beginning to form in his voice, slightly more prominent and stronger, "What you are asking of me is impossible."

"I knew it." you glanced away, avoiding eye contact with him, "I was too foolish to believe you would accept." sadness and anger started to build up inside your chest.

After a few seconds of a silent pause the anger in Ratchet's voice got even more noticeable, "Let me get this straight. You want me, an Autobot of all things to become part of the Decepticons? The Decepticons who are responsible for who knows how many deaths of innocent civilians and our own troops in our endless battles? All my morals, my code of honor? My loyalty, my very identity?! You want me to throw all of that away, you want me to become a monster?"

You froze at the last word that escaped from his intake, you felt your spark breaking apart. A cold broken stare, that's what you gave him in return, "Is... is that how you see me? As a monster?" you asked betrayed as you attempted to hold your tears.

The question hit him like a truck and he was silent. At that moment, his angry expression melted away, "Oh... no... no, that's not what I meant, that's not what I meant at all." he began to panic, "I don't think of you that way, I--" he reached his servo to you, to hold you.

But you backed away from him instead, "Why did I think this would work?" the terror increased and Ratchet tried to explain himself.

"I don't consider you as a monster, I never did!"

"All this time..." you began to sob, "I thought you were honest with me, that you really lo—" you paused from saying that word as you bit your derma, "It was all a lie, wasn't it?"

He shook his helm, "No, no, no. It wasn't a lie, it was never a lie. I am being honest with you, I am telling you all of this with the utmost sincerity!" he sounded as if he was on the verge of an emotional meltdown, "Please, don't doubt how I feel about you. I love you, with all my spark."

You were staring at him as you came to a realization and your optics snapped to him, "You tried to take advantage of me... to take information from me to use it against our side."

Ratchet flinched in shock as you said that, his whole body tensed up like someone slapped him, "Why in the name of Primus would you assume that?!" his fists clenched tightly, "How could you possibly think I would ever do something so vile! I would never betray you. Never take advantage of you! That is the exact opposite of who I am! Why would you—"

"STOP LYING TO ME!" you yelled at him, optics full of tears, roaming down your entire face-plate, "I AM NOT A FOOL!"

He watched you in horror when he heard you scream at him, causing him to slightly jump back. In a few seconds all the fear, anger and rage were gone, only left with shock and hurt as he looked towards the bot he loved, "You really think I would betray you like that...?" his voice shook and cracked.

"Why would an Autobot like you fall in love with a Decepticon like me, huh?! You thought I was stupid enough to fall for your tricks, didn't you?! That me, poor lonely con will fall for the Autobot medic, so YOU could tell everyone else what I knew and throw me away like a piece of SCRAP!" you transformed your arm into (Y/w) and he instantly blocked your attack with his arm-blade.

He backed up. All his worst delusions were finally put into a real-world scenario right in front of him. He was utterly speechless. Words couldn't describe the feeling of pain and sadness that now ran throughout his entire body. Your whole frame trembled and your dermas quivered, "How could I fall for this...?" your voice cracked as your legs finally gave up due to all of the emotions you had inside and fell to the ground on your knees, crying all your spark out, you covered your face with shaking servos.

He inspected you, the fears he kept deep within him were being realized before his very optics. As the medic put away his blade, he took a few steps closer to you, "Is there anything in this universe I could ever say or do that could make you see the truth? I just-- how..."

"I don't know." you whimpered broken, body shuddering, "I don't know anymore..." the lubricants didn't stop from falling on your metal cheeks.

The old worried doctor took a deep vent, slowly and cautiously he approached you as he crouched down to your level. He then reached his arms out, to ask if he could embrace you, "Please, let me...can I... please?" he questioned quietly and almost as if he was talking to himself. The brokenness in his voice would only make your spark shatter even more the longer you listened to him.

"D-don't..." you told him to stay away, it cut him like a knife. He pulled his arms back, his normally warm blue optics once filled with love for you had become empty, like his whole life had been destroyed. He was looking at you completely dead inside. He didn't say anything and he didn't move. You'd swear if you looked hard enough you'd be able to see how the life force was slowly draining away from his optics.

Suddenly, both of you heard some distant voices coming from the inner side of the hills, it appeared to be Vehicon troops who were searching for you as they shouted your designation. Ratchet froze and looked over in the direction of the voices, "Decepticons?" he rapidly turned his helm to you, "You need to go, immediately, we can't let them find you here."

"No." you objected coldly, "You will go." after getting up and wiping away your tears, you passed next to him, "I will distract them before they can reach you." you looked at him with death optics and a stern expression, "Leave. Now." you demanded as he stood in place, still trying to process whether this was a wise decision, "I will let you live, but next time, if I see you again... I will not hesitate to kill you." as you threatened, you pointed to a direction for him to go.

The seriousness in your face sent chills in his frame. However, the cold and calculating demeanor was still present as he stood, like a statue not moving, not speaking. He continued to look at you for a few seconds before eventually doing as you told and he turned around to leave. You stared at him as he vanished away, it hurt your spark seeing him leaving, but it was for the best, "Commander, (Y/d)! There you are!" one of the soldiers shouted as he reached you apprehensively, "Lord Megatron ordered us to search for you because you were gone for too long! Are you alright?" he asked.

The scene of Ratchet with a frozen, blank expression as he slowly disappeared into the forest still lingered in your mind. That moment played over and over again in your helm. Every second felt like an hour as you continued to think about the broken face he had worn. The whole experience left you with a bitter taste in your mouth despite all the love and care he had shown you previously, "Y-yes I'm quite alright, thank you Steve." you answered, attempting to smile and hide the pain, "Let us go, our leader is probably getting impatient." you advised, before all of you transformed and left, you gave the pretty scenery one last glance and whispered to yourself, "Take care Autobot, may our paths never cross again." you converted into (Y/v/m) and vanished along with the other drones.

The forest has gone silent. No more signs of life, no sounds of animals, no movement of the trees, and no visible signs of any robot. But somewhere through the darkness, two neon blue optics stared in the direction where you left.

Ratchet returned to their secret base, shattered and hurt, the rest members of Team Prime noticed his gloomy state right away and greeted him with numerous questions, "Hey doc, everything okay?"

"Yeah, you look sad, what's up?"

"Old friend, has something happened?" his leader asked concerned. The doctor passed through, ignoring them. He then went to his berthroom and locked himself inside, without a word.

The Autobots looked at each other as they watched Ratchet walking away and hearing the door slam shut. For a few seconds, the entire base was full in complete awkward silence. It was like everyone could tell something wasn't alright with the medic. They continued to glance around at one another until someone spoke up, "Should we... check on him?"

"Maybe it will be better if leave him to his privacy."

Ratchet leaned on the door behind him and went to sit on his empty cold berth. His optics fixed down on the floor. The usual spark of joy and playfulness was absent from his optics, now dim from a lack of energy as the usual gleam of life was now gone, replaced by the cold, dead, and empty of someone who has given up. The sadness seemed as deep as the ocean itself as a few tears were slowly starting to roll down his face.

He was thinking about you.

He continued to stare at the ground, empty of any sort of expression. He was still, but his whole body was shaking. There was nothing left. It was no longer Ratchet sitting in the room, it was now just an empty husk, an empty shell of what he once was.

"Primus, keep (Y/d) safe, please..." he whispered to himself as he wished. His processor flashed different images of you, some happy, some sad, some angry, and some full of confusion. Every time it was like a dagger had been plunged right into his chest. He closed his eyes, burying his face in his servos as lubricants continued to flow down, "Let them be safe, whatever you do, don't let them feel what I'm feeling right now..."

"Please..."

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• (Y/n) = Your name •

• (F/n) = Friend's name •

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𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"G-Eazy & Halsey - Him & I"
01:28 ━━●─────── 04:40

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"If I was a flower growing wild and free

All I'd want is you to be m y sweet honey bee."

- Barry Louis Polisar -

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'Team (Y/n) and Raf win!'

"Aw, not again!" Miko whined as her shoulders dropped down in disappointment. While you and the little boy high-fived each other with smug on your faces, Bumblebee happily cheered behind the two of you, "Jack, can you be any worse at this?!" the Japanese girl glared at the older teenager and crossed her hands in irritation.

"Hey, it's not my fault we lost. Besides, you were the one who messed this level up." Jack argued back, the girl only huffed in return.

Suddenly, your mobile phone began to buzz in your pocket, you picked it up and saw a message notification, you put the video game controller down and got up, "Oops- sorry guys, gotta go."

"Hold on, I want a rematch!" Miko shouted.

"Can't, I have to finish a few important things today. Raf, beat them up, buddy. I'm counting on you!"

"Will do!" the boy replied with a thump up, just when you were about to leave, Bumblebee approached you and beeped as if he was asking a question, "Bee asks if you want him to drive you home." Rafael translates his guardian's words.

"No worries, big guy. I have my own car anyway. Will catch up later, see ya!" you waved at them and headed out of the area. The moment when you disappeared out of everyone's sight, Bumblebee looked down at the ground and beeped sadly.

Rafael went to the sad yellow mech and patted his armor to comfort him, "It's okay Bee, maybe next time?"

The other two children looked at him in confusion, "What's wrong?" questioned Jack, worried.

"Why did you get so pouty all of a sudden?" Miko asked as she put a hand on her hip.

"Do you want me to tell them?" Rafael's gaze fell on Bumblebee who stood still, the Cybertronian looked hesitant but then he nodded slowly in permission. The brunette boy responded, "He really wanted to spend some time with (Y/n), alone."

The Nakadai girl stared at them with a perplexed look, after a second, her eyes went wide in realization, "Are you saying our Bumblebee has a crush on (Y/n)?!" she grinned with excitement. Bumblebee immediately beeped back at her in denial.

"Miko, stop it!" Jack stood up to prevent her from talking more.

"Aww, that's so cute! Bee, you gotta tell them how you feel!" she suggested, pushing the black-haired teenager away. The Autobot turned his face-plate away and buzzed in a dull tone as a reply.

"He says it's pointless, they would never want to have a relationship with an alien." Rafael translated once again.

"Oh, come on, Bee! Man up a little, will ya? You're one of the coolest bots we know! What you only need is to throw those fears in the trash bin and confess to them! It's not that hard!" advised the girl.

"Actually, it is." Jack responded.

"Maybe only for you." she muttered. He heard the last part and threw her a glare.

Rafael looked at the female teenager while he kept patting his robot companion, "How is he supposed to do that?"

Miko tapped her chin as she paced left and right, thinking of a solution to the problem, "Hmm... oh! Maybe you can surprise them with a gift?"

"Like what?" asked the black-haired boy.

"I know this one cheap gift shop near the center, it's pretty cool, they've got all bunch of stuff! And jewelry too! I got my earrings from there. I also spotted a very shiny golden necklace they were selling, it had a tiny bumblebee pendant on it. They will definitely like it." she suggested.

"Hate to break it to you, Miko, but Bee doesn't really have any human money." Jack reminded.

The pigtail girl put her hand in her pocket and proudly took out a banknote with a smirk on her face, "Lucky for you, I have."

The older boy stood up and went next to her to see the money she was holding, "20 bucks? Didn't you spend your lunch money at school today?"

"Yep!"

"Then where did you get these from?" questioned Rafael.

Jack crossed his hands, "You didn't steal them, did you?"

"I can't believe you think so low of me, Darby. Of course not!" the girl objected, "Earlier, while I was practicing on my guitar in front of school, some old lady put them in my opened case. She probably thought I was a street performer or something. I tried to give them back but she already got in the bus."

"Mhmm..." the black-haired teenager stared at her suspiciously.

"Ugh! Whatever just take them." Miko gave the paper money to the short boy, "You will need them more than me."

Bumblebee beeped in a thankful manner, Rafael followed his words, "That's really kind of you, Miko."

"Thank me later! Come on, the store will close soon!" the girl shoved Rafael and pushed the yellow Autobot's arm to go.

"Okay, okay!" Rafael responded and the three humans went to the robot who already transformed into his vehicle mode. When they finally got in and the door of the car closed, the scout turned on his engine and drove away.

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It was the late afternoon. The sun had already begun to set down, as the bright light was slowly drifting away from the small town. A yellow Urbana with black stripes was parked at the side of the empty and quiet street with small houses on each side. Rafael, who was sitting in the front passenger seat of the vehicle, was looking at one particular house in the far distance, which belonged to you.

"You ready, Bee?" the boy asked his guardian who only buzzed nervously in reply from the dashboard, "Don't worry, I will be right here with you." he reassured as much as he could. After a few seconds of silence, Bumblebee's holoform appeared on the driver's seat and although half of his bottom face was hidden with a mask, Rafael could see the scared feeling in his eyes, "I'm sure everything will go just fine. You got this." he patted his friend's arm to calm him down. The scout nodded and finally got the courage to get out of his own vehicle form.

The boy watched as his guardian began to walk towards your house, Bumblebee cautiously held the gift box in his hands. Right at that moment, the two boys noticed someone else at your front door. And then they saw you, holding a bunch of gifts in your hands. You seemed happy as you talked with that complete stranger, "Oh, no..." Rafael whispered to himself as he watched how his disguised robot friend stood in one place, staring at you. Talking and hugging someone else that wasn't him. It seemed that person had already made their move, right before Bumblebee could even get the chance to confess to you.

The scout kept standing still as a statue until he came back to reality and looked at the wrapped box in his hands. Ever since Rafael met him, he had never seen him in such a gloomy condition. The little boy felt pity for him as he watched how his guardian made his way back to the car and right when he passed next to a trash can, he threw the necklace away. Bumblebee got in his vehicle mode and put his arms on the steering wheel to rest his forehead and hide away his depressed face from the young boy, "Bee- I'm so sorry." Rafael scooted closer to him to hug his side, the Cybertronian quietly beeped back in a sad tone, "Come on, buddy. Let's go home." his charge suggested. The holoform disappeared out of his sight and Bumblebee quickly drove away.

"I thought it would be wiser to return them to you." you said to the person who you talked to at the front door of your home. You gave the gifts back which you held in your arms to them. The two of you have decided that things between you wouldn't work out as you wished so you decided it will be for the best to return the presents they once gave to you.

They took them back and the person sheepishly stroked the back of their neck, "Ah, sorry I took so much time to come and you know for... all of this."

"Hey, it's chill. I'm glad we could stay as friends at least." after the goodbyes, you waved at them as they left. Right when you could head back inside you spotted something beside the trash can, it seemed that the person who tried to throw their junk away had missed. You hated whenever someone left trash around your neighborhood, so you decided to go pick it up and throw it away yourself, "People these days, always leaving garbage on--" you grumbled under your breath picking up the box, before you could put it in the trash though, you noticed something shiny inside. Curiosity got the best out of you and you removed the tiny ribbon. When you opened it, you saw a beautiful golden necklace, with a small bumblebee pendant on it.

Who would throw such beautiful jewelry away like that?

You spotted a small letter in the box as well, you took a peek and read the words: 'Will you bee mine?'  you chuckled at the written question. Then you noticed the capital letter 'B' at the bottom, as an initial. A sudden thought hit you when you thought of who might had possession of this gift. You looked around the street but there was no one. You quickly went to your house to grab your stuff and got into your car.

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Miko and Jack were sitting at the human area inside the base watching some TV until they heard the sound of a car entering the base, the girl rapidly stood up in excitement and looked down at the yellow automobile, "Hey, guys! How did it go? I wanna know everything!"

Rafael got out and the scout converted into his robot form, he didn't even look at the humans, he simply passed by as he kept his helm low and went to his berthroom, Jack stood up as well from the couch, watching Bumblebee walking away without a response, "What happened?" he asked his younger friend.

"He is kinda going through a-- how should I call it?" Rafael wondered, "A sparkbreak? Bee is just sad."

"Why? What did they say?" questioned Miko.

"Nothing, we... saw them with someone else in front of their home. It looked like they were really close." the boy informed awkwardly.

The Japanese girl hissed in an uncomfortable manner, "Oh... that's bad." the trio went to the scout who was sitting miserably on his berth, face-plate turned away from them.

"I know what it feels like, Bee." Jack approached him as he attempted to cheer him up a bit, "It sucks a lot but at least look at the bright side, it's still better than a face-to-face rejection."

"You are definitely not helping." Miko responded with an unamused face.

Out of nowhere, they heard your voice shouting from the main area of the base, "Guys? Where are you?!" Bumblebee and the humans jumped out of surprise.

"That's (Y/n)!" Miko alarmed.

Bumblebee beeped anxiously and scooted away hiding his helm in his arms, Rafael looked at the two older teenagers and directed, "Try to keep them distracted for a bit!" they nodded and ran out of his berthroom, heading to you where you stood.

"Heey, dude!" Miko greeted uneasily, "What's up?"

You approached the two children with a worried expression, "I need to discuss something with Bee. Do you know where he is?"

"Nope, no idea." the Japanese girl pretended. Just then, the three of you heard metal sounds coming from the inner side of the base, you glared at the two and went to the source of the sound.

"(Y/n), hold on!" Jack tried to stop you but you were already way ahead of him. You walked straight to Bumblebee's room but the giant door was closed shut.

"Bee? I know you are in there." you gently knocked, "Please, open up, I want to talk to you, it's important." but no response was heard, "Why isn't he answering?" you asked the younger teens.

Jack sheepishly looked away, "Well, you see—" before he could continue, the door slightly opened, only to reveal the brunette human boy at the other side of the entrance.

"Raf? Is he alright?" you questioned.

"Not really... I think it would be better if you go and talk things through." he made some space for you to enter the giant dark room. You walked in and saw how the yellow scout was hugging his knees, helm buried in his arms.

"Hey, big guy... do you want to tell me what's going on?" you approached as you spoke softly to him, "Please... talk to me." he kept standing silently.

Soon, Miko grew out of patience, "Oh for Rock's sake they are taking forever, I'm gonna tell 'em- MMPH!"

Jack quickly grabbed her and shut her mouth with his hand, "Don't you even think about it!" while Miko was wriggling in the boy's grip, you took out the small gift from your pocket.

"I saw this box in my front yard, it was right beside the trash bin... is it from you?" you lifted it for him to see better, Bumblebee took a peek at what you were holding and he quickly shut his optics and turned his back on you before anyone could spot his flushed blue face, "It's really pretty." you told him as you smiled at his sheepish side, "But... why was it thrown away?"

Bumblebee buzzed in embarrassment, Rafael came next to you, "We um- saw you with someone else when we arrived at your place."

"Who did you-- Oh, nonono. Bumblebee sweetie, it's not what it looked like, I swear to you. That was (F/n) and I was holding those gifts because I wanted to return them, we uh- broke up several days ago..." you stared down as you informed them about your situation. Bumblebee turned his gaze at you, he beeped back, Rafael repeated in English, "He apologizes for that, he didn't know."

"It's alright, we... we are friends now. I'm sorry I didn't say anything about it, It's been a bit rough for me these days and I tried to get distracted with something else, like you guys. You always know how to make me feel better, especially you Bumblebee." you smiled at the scout who was looking at you. The Autobot replied with beeps and the boy retold his words, "He said he wanted to give you that present because he likes you." his guardian let out a small bip, "More than just a friend." added Rafael.

"You... you do?" your gaze fell on the mech again, he nodded in confirmation. You felt your cheeks warming up as you slightly beamed at him, "I like you too."

"Ookay little guy, time for you to come with us." Jack grabbed the small boy's arm and began dragging him away from the room.

The younger child looked at him confused as they went outside, "Wait- why??" 

You and Bumblebee were finally left alone, you drew even closer to him, "I'm so sorry I made you upset, Bee. I never meant to." you apologized, ashamed. The scout lowered his servos for you to climb on. As you did so, he lifted you right in front of his face-plate, "Can you forgive me?" you asked timidly. The brightness of Bumblebee's optics returned as he beeped happily and nuzzled his face close to your body, you giggled at his sweet attitude and you returned the gesture right away as you placed a small kiss where his mask was, "I will take that as a yes."

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• (Y/n) = Your name •

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𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"Beach House - Space Song"
04:50 ━━━━━━●─── 05:20

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"Spending time with you

showed me what I've been 

missing in my life. "

- Nicholas Sparks -

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You sat at your desk while doing your math homework, but you had difficulty solving the last equations. Scribbling away yet another wrong answer, you held your forehead and groaned in frustration. Finally, you decided to take a short break and finish it later. Once placing the pencil down, you went to the kitchen. When you got your cold water bottle from the fridge your phone buzzed in your pocket. You took it and saw your best friend's name on the screen, you picked up the call and greeted, "Hey, Miko. Having troubles with the homework too, I presume?" you asked and drank some of the fresh liquid.

"Wait- we had homework? Never mind that— we need your help! Bulkhead is in trouble!" you quickly spit the water out of your mouth and choked.

"H-hold on, what's going on?" you coughed as you spoke, "Where are you guys?!"

"Just come here quick at this spot which I sent to ya!" you saw her message and the address of the place, it was pretty near to your home.

"Did you call the team?!" you asked worriedly.

It took a few seconds for her to answer, "I uhh-- no time to explain, hurry!" then she hung up. You swiftly dashed to your front door and put on your shoes. You grabbed your bicycle from the garage, got on and rapidly spun the pedals under your feet to where the girl navigated you.

After some time, you arrived at the location barely breathing for air. Never in your life, you've been cycling so fast. You took your helmet off, put your ride on the ground and ran, searching for your friends, "Miko! Bulkhead? Anyone?!" abruptly, the view which was in front of you was the reason you stopped in your tracks. You were looking at Lake Tahoe, one of Nevada's most beautiful sceneries. You felt the sand under your shoes as you walked towards the beach, staring at the setting sunset and the sky full of orange-purple colors.

Out of nowhere, you heard a fast-driving vehicle approaching where you currently stood and turned around. When the automobile came into your sight, you immediately recognized who it was by its dark green color. The vehicle transformed into a giant bulky robot and rushed to you with apprehension, "(Y/n)! Are you alright?!" Bulkhead asked as he lowered himself to check up on you.

You gave him a confused look, "I'm the one who should be asking you this! Miko told me you were in trouble!"

"What? She told me you were hurt!" a few seconds passed and both of your eyes widened in realization. You were tricked.

Bulkhead facepalmed and tiringly sighed, "That kid..."

"Looks like the two of us fell for her little trap." you chuckled.

"I will talk with her once we get back to the base." he stroked the back of his helm embarrassingly and apologized, "Sorry she dragged you into this."

"Actually, this place is not so bad." you glanced at the view with admiring eyes and then you looked up at him again, "If you don't have anything important to do, would you like to stay here with me for some company? Just for a bit. We got here anyway, let's at least enjoy the scenery." you went to one of the big laying rocks and sat on top of it, patting the surface.

The mech let out a short laugh and settled himself on the sand, close to you, "You sure like the beach, huh?"

"Yep! Sometimes I just like to sit down and enjoy the sunset and the sound of the tiny waves splashing into the stones."

He looked at the scenery, nodding in agreement, "It has a calming effect for sure."

Right then, something at the corner of your eye caught your attention, "Oh my gosh, Bulk! You will never believe this!" you got off your sitting spot and dashed to the other side of the shore, the Cybertronian followed your lead and peeked down, "Look! It's baby turtles!" you pointed to the small creatures which were wriggling out of the sand.

"Heh, they look kinda cute." he smiled while watching how more of them began to appear.

"They are so precious!" you cupped your cheeks and grinned happily, kneeling to take a proper look at them, "Good thing there are no predators around at this hour, poor little things wouldn't have survived. They are super fragile and their soft shell could be easily damaged until they have fully grown up. Hatchlings are naturally capable of crawling long distances to the water as soon as they emerge from the nest. It's important not to touch them because we may also be hindering the turtle's ability to learn important environmental cues they'll need to find their way back to their nesting areas later in life."

"You're saying this little guys just hatched and already know what to do and where to head to? That's definitely impressive."

"I know, right? They are my one of my favorite animals, such wonderful and adorable creatures." you said, hands resting on your knees, then your gaze focused on the robot, "Just like you, Bulk."

He froze after your compliment and stared down at you, "M-me? You... you think I'm adorable?"

"Well, you are one of the kindest and strongest bots I know." you blushed as you glanced away, "I like it whenever you show this soft side of yours. But I noticed you're pretty nervous when I hang out with you guys. Is it because you are still not comfortable with me?"

"N-no!" he shook his servos, "That's not true, I just-- Primus, this is way harder than I thought..." he wondered how to properly answer you and his face-plate flushed in blue a little.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought up this subject. I didn't want to make things awkward between us."

"(Y/n), I-look... I think I know why Miko organized this meeting." he began to explain, "I told her that I-- had a crush on you..." he admitted sheepishly, avoiding eye contact, "Actually, she found out first then she pushed me to admit it. She wanted me to tell you but... I just couldn't. I know this is weird but I will understand if you think this whole thing is pointless. After all, I'm a robot and you're a human, it probably won't wo—"

"I think it will." you interrupted, watching him with an affectionate expression.

Bulkhead was silent for a hot minute until he got the courage to reply, "Y-you think so?"

"We are different, but I don't think that will stop us. I actually have a slight crush on you too." you confessed bashfully, "And I understand exactly how you feel. I want to give this a try."

"O-oh..." he tapped his digits out of nervousness and smiled, "T-that's great then. I- didn't expect this answer, heh."

Your attention focused on the tiny turtles again and saw a big obstacle in their path, "That rock is blocking their way." you mentioned with furrowed eyebrows.

"Let's help them out then." Bulkhead went to it and picked it up with ease, "There we go." he placed it far from them and you decided to help as well.

"Better make an easier path for them to go through." you responded and smoothed the sand with your hands as much as you could. You stood up and moved out of their way, encouraging them, "That's right little guys, come on now, almost there." the two of you waited patiently for the tiny animals to get in the water. Soon, one by one, the waves of the lake took them in and the turtles swam away from the coast.

"Think they will survive out there on their own?" questioned Bulkhead with a concerned tone.

"Nature always has its ways." you responded as you waved at them, "But I hope they will be alright. Thanks for helping, Bulk."

"Hey, no problem. I'm glad we got to spend some time together and talk things through."

"Do you want to hang out like this more often?"

"Y-yeah, that actually would be nice." he replied warmly, but then he noticed shaking your foot left and right.

"Think I got some sand in my shoe." you laughed.

"Wanna sit up here?" he offered, pointing to his shoulder-pad. You nodded and he opened his servo for you to climb on. You sat down near his helm and removed the sand, "I think this place can be our secret spot. Where no one could disturb us. What do you say?"

"Sounds great to me."

"Miko sure has a taste in setting up cool places for first dates."

"This-- i-is this a date?" he stammered.

"Only if you want it to be." you replied with a happy expression.

After a moment of hesitation, he nodded and said, "Yeah, I think we can consider this as a date." as you both sat in that peaceful spot, you couldn't help but hope that this was just the first of many dates to come. And as you were looking at the scenery, you realized that this was the start of something really special.

"We are still gonna scold her, right?" you asked.

"Sure will."

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• (Y/d) = Your designation •

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𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"Chord Overstreet - Hold On"
00:56 ━━●─────── 03:21

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"One day you will realize that for

your life to change for the better

You must first change for the better."

- Leon Brown -

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There you sat in the middle of nowhere, under the heavy rain, most probably bleeding to your death. How did you get yourself into such a mess? Due to your constant failures, your former leader Megatron has decided that you were no longer needed and you were only wasting his precious time. No matter how much you tried to make up for your mistakes and to prove to him that you were useful, he only waved you away or yelled at you how disappointed he was. But this time you had no such luck, he came to the decision to finally wipe you away out of existence and just when you received your punishment, he threw you out of the Nemesis, right to your doom.

Somehow, you survived. It was a miracle you were still alive after that high fall. But you wished you didn't. You wouldn't have suffered that much if you got offlined right away. You could barely move and speak, scratches and dents all over your frame, deep wounds and cuts from the wrath of the mighty leader of the Decepticons. You couldn't do anything besides lay on the wet earth and patiently wait for Primus to appear before your sight. You accepted your faith as you closed your already dimming optics.

Suddenly, through the drops of the rain, your audials caught a familiar sound coming from where you rested. You opened one of your optics and lifted your helm with all the power you had left. The brightness of the mysterious gateway almost got you blind. As you thought this was your moment to join the Allspark, a familiar large silhouette steeped towards you. Your face became frozen when the individual finally came out of the light and looked down at you. The Autobot leader, Optimus Prime.

"Are you alright?" he asked softly with concern as he slowly approached you.

"S-Stay back!" you hissed at him. Out of everyone else, why does it have to be him? All you wanted was to die peacefully.

Optimus stopped walking and raised both hands non confronting. Then he took another step and kneeled, "You are wounded. Let me help."

"I don't need your help!" you yelled as your voice cracked, "I told you to stay away from me!"

"I mean you no harm. Please, allow me to assist you." the Prime said trying to keep his voice low.

"WHY?!" you screeched again, lubricant now leaking down your cheeks from pain, anger and fright.

He paused wondering how to explain himself, "You are hurt and if I leave you here you could die. I would not be able to live with myself if that happened." he inched closer to your injured body.

You watched him with a tired and angered look, "Why would you care for a Decepticon?! I'm your enemy!"

"Because despite whatever differences we may have I can't allow that to happen. I've sworn to protect all living beings even if they are my rivals." he held out his servo to you.

"I don't trust you." you shook your helm in denial, "I don't trust you at all!"

"I can understand that but if you would rather give in to your injuries and die, the choice is yours." Optimus backed away from you and stood up straight, giving you some space.

"Either way I will perish! Even if I take your hand, you will offline me! You will have fewer problems to deal with!"

He stared at you with sadness and spoke again, "That is not who I am. I do not kill for pleasure or my own twisted needs. I protect life at all costs and that includes you." his voice was calm but firm, "Please, trust me. I promise I will not harm you in any way."

You stood there, staring into his gentle and warm look filled with hope. Then you glanced away with quivering intake, wondering if this decision would lead you to a much brighter and happier future. If Primus has decided to give you a second chance, a path to a better life, then you would gladly take it, "Alright..." you mumbled to the mech, "I trust you."

The leader smiled. You could tell it was genuine as his optics started glowing very brightly. Very cautiously, he lifted you by the arm and put his servo on your back, slowly carrying you back to the base.

"Who was it, Optimus?" the grumpy medical officer Ratchet asked as he worked over the computer systems, when he turned his helm to look at the Prime, he became stunned once his gaze landed on you instead, "What are they doing here?!"

"Easy, old friend. They are in a deteriorated state."

"I can clearly see that. Why did you bring this con to our base? Are you even aware of the risks you are taking?"

You looked up at him, holding onto the taller mech, "I am no longer a Decepticon..." you spoke quietly.

Ratchet became stunned at your answer and Optimus led you to another large room, "I will get you to the medical bay." he informed softly as he walked with you in his hold, "We will do what we can to heal you."

You nodded in a short reply. Both of you and the medic who followed you from behind eventually arrived at the med-bay. He gently laid you down on one of the medical berths. Optimus nodded to his friend and although the old doctor gave you a suspicious glare, he obeyed and prepared his tools, "Here you will be taken care of. Ratchet will make sure that you are no longer in pain and fix your damages."

"Thanks... for helping me." you looked away as you expressed your gratitude timidly.

"What you said earlier..." he lowered himself next to you, "Have you really considered leaving Megatron's faction?"

"I don't think I will be able to return to him anyway... he wants nothing to do with me... he is the reason I'm in... this state..." you told him, trying not to get too emotional in front of him and the medic. All your life you were a Decepticon, serving that evil mech and obeying his orders like the rest of his suffering slaves. But now you could see the truth, everything you have done was wrong because of him.

You were finally coming to terms with the fact that your loyalty to the Decepticon leader had been a mistake. It had led you to a point where you were wounded and in need of medical attention, abandoned by the one you had once served so fiercely. It was a realization that stung and yet also brought some measure of hope. Freedom from the grasp of that evil mech was now within your reach, even if it meant leaving behind everything you had ever known. The journey ahead will be difficult, but at least now you have the chance to make things right and seek a different and healthier life for yourself.

Optimus' voice turned soft, comforting, he delicately took your servo in his, "Nothing is stopping you from painting your picture. Just because you were a part of the Decepticons you are not forever bound to them. You are your own bot." he said with wisdom, "You could always join us."

"I can?" you raised your optical ridge, shocked by the given option.

He nodded, "Of course, you can. You seem to be a noble and honorable Cybertronian and those are the exact type of bots we need." he placed his servo on your shoulder-pad, "What's important is following the path that your spark guides you with."

Then when Ratchet was ready to heal your wounds and Optimus left the doctor to focus on your damaged condition, you took in all the power inside you and lifted yourself, "Sir, wait!" you shouted, grabbing the leader's attention, his gaze landed on you, "I will be more than honored to join your team and fight by your side."

Prime smiled brightly at you, "And I will be more than grateful to have you with us."

"Welcome to the Autobots, (Y/d)."

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𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"Wicked Game - Chris Isaak"
02:38 ━━━━●───── 04:47

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"I wanna dance with you in the moonlight,

With my head resting on your shoulders,

'cause this world is perilous baby,

With only you,

Making it bewitching than the whole universe."

- Amoret -

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The hallways of the Nemesis were rather soundless today, at least, that was what Dreadwing thought before he heard the distant music which echoed his way. As it grabbed his interest, he decided to investigate and follow the noise. After some further steps, he arrived at an open entrance to one of the working areas of the ship. The winged Decepticon glanced inside, only to see you, organizing the data-pads on their shelves, as you elegantly twirled and sang the lyrics of the melody coming from the computer screen. The mech stood at the doorway, watching you with interest and admiration.

That was until you accidentally turned around, dancing to the last parts of the song, and spotted him, "C-commander Dreadwing!" you jumped in complete surprise, dropping the data-pads you held on the floor, "My apologies, I promise it's not what it looks like!" you quickly kneeled to pick them back up, "I wasn't slagging off, I only—" you halted from apologizing as he lowered himself before you.

"It is alright, soldier. You may remain calm." he spoke softly, handing the rest data-pads to you.

"A-are you going to tell lord Megatron about this?" you anxiously asked as you took them and held them in your firm grip.

"Why would I? As long as the job is done, I don't see why you can't do it while enjoying the sound of this melody." he directed towards the control system, where the tune came from.

"Oh- the music, yes right-! Sorry... I didn't mean to disturb you."

"You have not, I was only passing by when my audials caught this sound. It is... quite a calming one."

"Do you like it? I'm not usually a big fan of human songs but sometimes when I get bored I prefer to distract my mind with something else." you laughed nervously.

"Interesting taste. And talent."

Your optics widened, his compliment taking you off guard, "...W-what do you mean?"

Dreadwing smiled, "Your moves were very graceful. Have you always known how to dance like this?"

Right then, you groaned in embarrassment and hid your face-plate behind the data-pads, "I can't believe you saw that..."

"There is nothing to be ashamed of, soldier. It seemed you have experience in dancing."

"Well, I-I do it only when I'm alone or have nothing else to do which is-- not pretty often."

"Yes, Megaton's tasks can be pretty time-consuming. I must admit the Nemesis doesn't provide much of an entertainment either."

"If it's not too personal to ask, have you... ever got the chance to dance before, commander?"

The commander's expression softened slightly as he considered her words, he let out a low chuckle and shook his helm, "No. I suppose I have not. I have always been focused on my duties and responsibilities. There has never been much time for such frivolity in my life. Why do you ask?"

"Just curious is all." you replied timidly, putting the rest of the reports on the shelves.

Dreadwing was lost in thought for a short while, then he asked, "(Y/d)... would you like to teach me?"

You nearly stumbled on your own pedes, "T-teach you?!" you questioned in disbelief and he nodded, "I mean-- of course, I can! If you want to. Unless you have any importing meetings to attend, I do not wish to take part of your time with this—"

"Actually, I have nothing important to do at the moment. I could use some of my spare time to learn new things from you. I will, in fact, be more than honored."

"N-no problem! Is not that hard anyways-" you waved off, trying to remain calm in front of him, "-you are a fast learner, I'm sure you will catch up quickly."

A short laugh escaped from his intake, "We shall see about that."

You stood before him and clapped your servos together edgily, "Alright, um—" you hesitated how to begin as you looked at his large form.

"You are tense." he said, it seemed like he was enjoying your reactions. His piercing gaze bore into you, making it hard to think straight. It was as if he could see right through you, dissecting your every thought and feeling.

"Sorry, I'm usually not this nervous around others.... This is not weird, is it?"

"Not at all. You do not have to be worried around me, (Y/d). I promise that you can trust me."

"I know I can. Guess I never really got the chance to dance with anyone else like this before."

"Have you not been involved in any romantic relationships?"

"Not really. It was only me and the sound of the melody I suppose. I never had a partner to share a dance with."

"Do not feel embarrassed, I too never had someone close in my life, besides my twin brother."

"I'm sorry to hear that," you responded sympathetically, "And for your twin... if you ever need to talk to someone, you can also count on me."

"I will have that in mind, thank you."

Your intake curved up and finally got some courage to lead him for your lesson, "Okay, let's start with something simple."

After some time of practicing the steps, he began to feel more confident in his movements. As the both of you continued to practice, the feeling of uncertainty and self-consciousness began to fade away. Each step became more fluid, and his movements began to synchronize more effortlessly with yours. With each improvement, his confidence and enjoyment in the dance grew.

"See? I told you would get things right pretty fast." you responded happily during your slow dance.

He twirled you elegantly with his servo and replied, "Thankfully because of your help and clear instructions. You're a good teacher."

"I never thought you would be interested in such activity, commander."

"You may refer to me as Dreadwing when it's only the two of us."

"Y-yes, sir- I mean! Dreadwing..." you grinned awkwardly at him.

"I am surprised as much as you are," he answered, watching your steps, "But I realized we have a whole life ahead of us, why should we waste it doing the same things over and over again when we can try something new? And... to spend it with someone we deeply admire."

"W-who do you admire...?" you stammered, feeling your spark quicken at the thought of who he might be referring to.

"They are currently standing before my very optics."

Due to the distraction of the answer he gave you, the focus you had on the dance completely disappeared out of your processor and accidentally stepped on his pede from the shock. The mech's face-place winced from the discomfort and you quickly removed yourself away from him, covering your intake with both of your servos, "By the Allspark-! My apologies, I didn't mean to-!" you moved closer to him but instantly stopped on your tracks, afraid you would cause more damage.

The commander gave you a comforting look to reassure you, "I'm alright. It was a minor pain, I barely felt it-" he noticed your quivering state, holding your arms as if you were hugging your own form. You looked scared. Dreadwing extended his arm towards you with care, "(Y/d)? I did not mean to upset you."

"I.... I'm a lower class soldier!" you exclaimed fearfully, "And you are my commander! Y-you can't... you shouldn't—" you held your helm, staring at the floor beneath your shaking legs.

"Calm down, please... look at me." he spoke with a soft voice, his large digits embracing your arms.

You raised your face which met his, the anxiety still remaining in your look, "It's too much of a risk! If something happens I don't know w-what--"

"I'm aware things may be difficult for us, but I'm more than positive that there is a way for this to work out." he held your chin, talking to you with a tender tone, "For us to have a future together. Only if you give me a chance."

"...why me?" you questioned silently.

"Since my attention landed on you, I cannot make myself stop thinking about... what could it be like to spend the rest of my life with the only bot I truly care about? You are fascinating in every way possible. No matter what you do, you always have this ability to intrigue me. I don't know how or when exactly but I fell deeply in love with you." very gently he pulled you into a loving embrace, you could feel his spark pulsing strong inside his frame and so did yours, "I will do everything in my power to protect you from any harm that comes your way. You will be safe with me at all times, I will make sure of it." he whispered to your audial while caressing your back.

"But if anything happens..." you mumbled, hugging him tight, "I won't be able to protect you. I will never be able to forgive myself if you get hurt or- or..."

"Such worries are unnecessary, my precious spark. I can take care of myself. And even if I do get harmed, it will never be your fault. Remember that." he kissed your forehelm and looked at you with reassurance, "I would like to become yours, (Y/d). Will you allow me?" he asked.

Strong emotion began to build up inside you, causing lubricant to appear in your optics, you cracked a smile and laughed, "You sure know how to surprise me, Dreadwing." You cupped his helm and kissed him, he melted into your touch as he held you in his powerful arms, you could feel the depth of his emotions and his desire for you. A few more seconds later you departed from each other and murmured your answer, "I will be more than glad to be your sparkmate."

He cupped your cheek and gave you a small peck on the helm, you giggled at his kind gesture, you'd never seen him like this before, nor had you ever been treated this way. It was an entirely new experience to you and it felt wonderful. You wished this moment could last forever. The commander took your hand, holding your back at the same time as if you were made of glass, "Shall we finish this lesson with one final dance, my love?"

You laughed softly, "How about you try leading this time? I think you've already memorized all of the essential steps."

"Thankfully because of your guidance, I truly appreciate it." the commander answered with a loving look, "Do you want me to search for another tune?"

"Nah." you replied, leaning on his chassis and listening to his sparkbeat, "I like this one."

Dreadwing watched your peaceful state with a smile. He rested his chin on top, enjoying the silence with his new other half. The two of you swayed in perfect synchronization, lost in the moment and the comfort of each other's presence.

If only this day could never end.

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𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"My love mine all mine - Mitski"
00:53 ━━━●────── 02:16

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"I promise I'll protect you with

everything I have and everything I am.

No matter what, I'm yours."

- Rebecca Zanetti -

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You were Megatron's most loyal Decepticon. You followed his every command without question and were willing to lay down your life for him without hesitation. Like a knight to their king. Your unwavering devotion and dedication made you a legend among the Decepticons, and instilled fear in the sparks of your enemies. Your strength and cunning were unmatched, and you always carried out Megatron's orders with ruthless efficiency.

But you were also known for your stubborn nature. Your refusal to yield on certain matters often led to heated clashes with your fellow comrades. Despite your headstrong demeanor, there was no denying that you were an integral part of Megatron's inner circle and a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. Your dedication and tenacity made you a valuable asset to the Decepticon cause.

Once again you and your mighty leader were fighting side by side against the Autobots. With each kick and punch, you fought tirelessly. Alas, when one of your nemeses decided to shoot at the powerful warrior, you quickly pushed him aside causing the blast to damage your shoulder-pad.

With a swift command, Megatron summoned a Groundbridge, and in a flash, you and the other soldiers vanished through the light after your leader. You kept quiet most of the time, saying you were fine and there was no need for you to go and see Knock Out for a check-up, but your leader didn't fall for your tricks somehow. He could see right through your facade and knew that you were struggling to maintain your composure. Your leader knew you all too well and there was no hiding from him.

As you rested in your berthroom filling in some reports, a knock was heard on your door, "Megatron requires your presence." one of the Vehicon drones alerted. Startled, you set aside the data-pad and quickly made your way to the throne room.

"With what I may assist you today, my lord?" you asked as you entered, bowing before the imposing figure of the silver mech.

Megatron looked at you with his cold gaze, "It has come to my attention that you are not very concerned about your state, (Y/d). You know I need each one of my most loyal and strong Decepticons to be in good shape."

You straightened and fought to keep your calm, knowing that any sign of weakness or fear would only worsen his opinion of you, "I assure you, my lord, that I am in perfect condition."

He narrowed his optics, clearly unimpressed, "When was the last time you sought medical attention?"

Feeling the weight of his scrutiny, you chose your words carefully, trying to seem composed, "It has been some time, but I do not require the services of our doctor. I am capable of carrying out my duties without any impediments."

The mech's eyes bore into you with a piercing intensity and you felt a flush of anxiety rise within you, "Very well, if you claim as such you have to prove it to me." you felt a knot of unease in your tanks as he spoke, "Fight me." your lord's challenging words took you by complete surprise. You had never anticipated that he would question your abilities in such a manner. And now, here he was, standing before you, demanding that you battle him to prove your capability.

"I- I cannot do that..." you stuttered, the thought of confronting him in combat filled you with dread.

Megatron's gaze shifted slightly, his impatience evident, "Are you disobeying your own master?" he questioned, his words cut deep, striking at the very core of your confidence.

"No, my liege." you said firmly, lifting your chin in defiance.

"Then do as I say."

"As you wish." you accepted the challenge, determined to prove yourself to your lord. A small smirk formed on his dermas. He admired your spirit, even as he made a mental note to keep a closer watch on your actions.

The clash of steel against steel echoed through the air as you danced around each other, searching for a weakness to exploit. You didn't dare look away from your opponent, not for a second. You knew the stakes were high, and failure was not an option. But just when you thought victory was within reach, Megatron managed to grab you by your already wounded shoulder, "ACK--!" you cried out in pain. As his grip tightened, he slammed your whole form to the hard floor.

"Perfect condition you say?" the large Cybertronian repeated your words and let you go. You barely got back up due to the discomfort in your armor. He loomed over you and let out a strict command, "Medic, now."

You got up on your pedes, lowering your helm, "Yes, my lord." you replied silently and made your way towards the medical bay. Megatron kept watching as you walked out of the room. When you reached Knock Out, he immediately sprang into action, tending to your injuries with efficiency and precision. As he worked, you couldn't shake the feeling of your lord's dark, calculating gaze burning into your back. You wondered what his true thoughts were about your condition. And whether or not he would trust you to lead his army into battle once again.

When Knock Out finished fixing you, he was dismissed,  leaving you and the mighty leader alone. You sat up on the medical berth, feeling the lingering ache in your body from the battle. The tall warrior's crimson optics pierced into your own, observing you. His stare made you shift apprehensively, "My apologies... for lying to you. I promise it won't happen again."

Megatron approached as he held his arms behind his back, "Why do you keep doing this?"

You hesitated, unsure of how to respond to the powerful leader's question, "Because you are way more important than my well-being. You are the leader of the Decepticons, your people need you."

His expression softened slightly. As you kept looking at the ground, he kneeled, "Not as much as I need you." those unexpected words made you glance up at him in surprise, he placed his sharp digits on your small servo which rested on your leg, "You are one of my most significant warriors. Your loyalty to me has already proven it. I do not want you to throw away your life like this, ever again. Do you understand me?" his words were filled with concern and care, you could feel the weight of his intentions. You nodded slowly in response and he continued in a low tone, "I will survive whatever faith has decided to strike at me. Lessen your worries about me, it's time for you to take proper care of yourself." you could sense the worry and fear in his gaze. It was clear that he cared for you deeply, just as you cared for him, he lightly tightened his hold, "If not, I will."

In that moment, you felt the weight of his words sink in. You knew he was facing his battles, but his concern for you showed just how selfless he was, "That is not necessary, Megatron." you tried to offer some comfort in return.

"You are always by my side, for once, let me be by yours." right then, you truly saw the depth of his character and the unconditional love he had for you, "I am very fond of you, my little knight. Very precious to my spark..." he confessed in a whisper and you felt a surge of warmth inside. The bond between the two of you had always been strong, but this reached a whole new level. You saw the strength and tender soul that lie beneath his stoic exterior. His words touched something deep within you, and you couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the deepness of his love for you.

Out of nowhere, two high-heeled pedes walked near where you both stood, "My liege-!" Starscream halted instantly when he spotted you.

His red optics widened in surprise. There was an awkward silence between each one of you for a split second, Megatron rapidly turned to him with angered expression, "What is it, Starscream?!"

"Please, excuse me for the interruption, master." the SIC stammered as he faintly bowed, "The crew awaits your commands."

"Tell them to prepare for departure. Now vanish out of my sight!" he yelled out his demand. The seeker nodded and quickly scurried off. As he disappeared, Megatron turned back to you, "Rest until I return."

"What about the new mission?" you replied, worry evident in your voice.

"It will be taken care of." before you even knew it, he gently cupped the side of your face-plate. You felt a sense of safety and comfort, it was a gesture of tenderness, a rare display from a leader known for his ruthless nature. As his thumb traced a gentle pattern along the alloy of your cheek, you realized just how much he truly cared for you, "I will not be gone long. You have my word." and with that, he walked away. You let out a vent you hadn't realized you had been holding and couldn't help but smile softly. It was a small moment, but it had left an indelible mark on you.

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𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"Billie Eilish - TV"
00:20 ●───────── 05:01

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"Missing you comes in waves

and tonight I'm drowning."

- Chris Young -

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"Do you really have to go?" you softly asked Wheeljack, tentatively approaching him as he diligently worked on repairing some of the components of his ship. He paused for a moment, turning to you.

"You can come with me if you want." he said, looking up from his work with a smile, "I could use the company."

"Wheeljack, you know I can't leave the team just like that. Why... won't you stay here? With me?" you pleaded, hoping he would reconsider his departure.

The wrecker shook his helm and continued with the repairs as he replied, "You have your things going on, (Y/d) and I have mine."

You glanced down, feeling the weight of his words on your spark. It was true, both of you had your own responsibilities and obligations. But it didn't make it any easier to see him leave. The thought of him being away for an extended period of time was difficult to swallow, "I just wished we could spend more time together..." you whispered, feeling a pang of sadness in your chassis.

"We already talked about this, sweetspark." his voice was firm but there was a hint of regret in his tone. He loved you, that much was obvious, but his sense of duty to his work and his adventurous nature made it hard for him to stay in one place for too long.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of worry wash over you as you watched him work. "But, what if something goes wrong? What if you don't come back?" you voiced your concerns, knowing that the dangers of space travel were all too real.

He scoffed, "You are saying that as if I haven't done this before. I can handle myself, trust me."

"I knew what I was getting into when we started this. It's just that- I only wanted this relationship to be less difficult. How can I be with you when you are not even here?" your voice cracked, the fear restricting your vocalizer. Wheeljack's spark clenched at the pain in your tone.

He stopped what he was doing, his back still facing you, "It will be better if we end this then."

"What...?" you stared at him with disbelief.

His gaze fell on you, his expression unreadable, "This is not working out, (Y/d). Just admit it. We both have different priorities. I need to focus on my work and you need someone who can be there for you all the time."

You were speechless, the words hurting like a dagger. You stood there, numb, "A-Are you serious? You are throwing away what we have just like that?! After everything?! You are not even going to try to find a way to-"

"There is no way, (Y/d)!" Wheeljack exclaimed, "It will be for the best if we pretend like this never happened and stay as friends."

"But what about all the moments we shared, the memories we created together?" your words trembled as coolant formed in your optics, "Are you telling me that none of that meant anything to you?"

"Of course it meant something." the wrecker murmured, "But sometimes things just don't work out the way we hoped. And it's better to end things now before we hurt each other even more."

"I can't believe what you're saying..." you were shaking like a leaf.

"We gave it our best shot, but some things are just not meant to last." he responded regretfully.

Silence hung in the air between the two of you, heavy with unspoken emotions and the weight of the realization that this chapter of your lives was coming to an end. You couldn't bring yourself to look at Wheeljack, your spark aching with the knowledge that things would never be the same again.

"I love ya, sunshine. I always will. But I'm sorry, we've never should've been together in the first place."

"I d-don't know how to let you go..." you whispered, struggling to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to engulf you.

"You will find a way, I know it." he reassured, his voice thick with sadness.

Tears poured down your metal cheeks as you struggled to comprehend the reality of the situation. The love that once bound you together now felt like chains holding you back. You had believed in your love, in the future you had imagined together. But now, all those dreams seemed to crumble in front of you. The love that once bloomed between you now felt bitter and twisted, like a wilted flower left out in the cold.

He walked away from you as he entered his ship, leaving you feeling lost and utterly alone. The weight of his departure hung heavy in the air, suffocating you with the harsh reality of his absence. How were you supposed to move on from someone who had become such an integral part of your life?

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Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, but the ache in your spark remained. You tried to distract yourself with missions, with your teammates, with anything that could fill the void he had left behind. But no matter how hard you tried, he was always there, a constant presence in your thoughts. You missed him more than you thought possible. Every moment, every small detail reminded you of him. You wondered if he still thought of you, if he missed you as much as you missed him.

You began to overwork yourself to stay distracted. You pushed yourself to the breaking point, running on fumes and sheer determination. Eventually, the numbness you had been relying on began to crumble. The rawness of your emotions spilled over, a torrent of misery and longing that threatened to drown you.

The Autobots were getting worried about your state, the ones you called a family tried everything they could to give you support, "You can't keep pushing yourself like this." Bumblebee said, his concern evident in his beeps.

"(Y/d), you need to rest, this is not healthy at all. Just look in what state you are in!" Ratchet worryingly advised.

"I know how you feel, kid. Please, let us help." Arcee told with empathy.

"We are here for you, we care about you." then Bulkhead tried to comfort you.

Optimus Prime, usually reserved and composed, stepped forward with a gentle expression, "You are valuable to us, (Y/d). You don't have to face everything alone."

The rest of them crowded around you, offering words of care and encouragement. But nothing seemed to work.

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After some long time, Wheeljack finally came back to Earth. As he stepped off his ship and onto the familiar terrain, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. The sights and sounds brought him comfort, but the thought of seeing you again made him wonder how you were doing. What would you say? How would you react to seeing him after so long? The anticipation was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. As he walked through the familiar halls of the Autobot base, he saw Bulkhead, "Hey, bud." the wrecker waved at his bulkier friend. The normally cheerful robot appeared somber and distant, Wheeljack approached, noticed the look of melancholy and immediately knew something was wrong, "What's with the long face?" he asked.

Bulkhead seemed hesitant, wondering how to answer, "Jackie... we um- we need to talk." Wheeljack's spark sank at his serious tone. He knew this conversation was going to be important. They sat down in the quiet corner of the area. Despite being relieved to see his friend back, the green Cybertronian couldn't hide his concern, Bulkhead began to speak, his expression grave, "I don't know how to tell you this..."

"Just say it, Bulk. I can handle it." the wrecker urged, growing more concerned by the moment.

"Not really sure about this one." seconds passed in tense silence before Bulkhead finally braced himself, "It's about (Y/d)."

Wheeljack felt a mix of emotions welling up inside him but before he could ask, someone prevented him from doing so, "Look who finally decided to show up." a female voice came in, frustration and sharpness evident in her tone. He turned around, only to see Arcee leaning on the entrance of the room with crossed arms, glaring at him with swollen optics. Bulkhead shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to proceed now with the femme's intense presence, "Took you long enough." she murmured.

The arrived wrecker stood there, utterly confused, "Can somebot tell me what's going on?!"

"I will tell you." the femme stepped towards him with a piercing gaze, "You messed up." she spoke, a mix of anger and disappointment written all over her appearance, "You messed up big time."

"What do you mean by that?" he demanded, "Where is (Y/d)?!"

Heavy pedes were heard coming their way, "Wheeljack," Optimus entered along with the other members, staring at him in grief, "I advise you to stay calm-"

"What happened to them, Prime?!" he shouted, his voice cracking with desperation. No one knew how to answer. His mind raced, trying to piece together what could have gone wrong. Panic set in as he no longer had any patience to wait, "For Frag's sake—(Y/d)!" he shoved them aside as he dashed out of the room, calling out for you.

"Jackie, wait-!" Bulkhead yelled from behind but the processor of his close ally raced with fear and anger.

As he searched every corner of the base, he became more troubled, "Please for the love of— don't do this to me-" after what felt like an eternity, Wheeljack finally entered the last unchecked area and caught the sight of you, lying motionless on the berth. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks, "No..." he rushed to your side, shaking you gently to wake you up, "Sunshine? C'mon, get up..." distress filled his calls as he checked for any sign of life in your still form, whispering your name over and over, begging for you to wake up. The room fell silent as everyone watched in sorrow, knowing there was little they could do now except hope for a miracle. Wheeljack held onto you, refusing to accept the truth of your condition.

"I'm sorry, my friend." the old leader put his servo on the wrecker's shoulder-pad, "But they are gone." Prime's words sank in slowly, the reality of the situation becoming painfully clear to the mech who cared about you so much.

"...how?" Wheeljack questioned in a whisper, clenching his fists.

"Decepticon ambush." Bumblebee buzzed, "They went on this mission all alone. We did everything we could to stop them but- since you left they weren't the same anymore."

"Each day and night, they refused to take a break." Ratchet continued, "Working, fighting, anything to keep themselves distracted from thinking about you. From the pain you've caused." their words weighed heavy on Wheeljack's chest-plate, the reality of your absence sinking in deeper.

"Ratchet." the Autobot leader hushed him.

The wrecker clung to you, "I never meant this to happen." he answered in guilt.

Optimus squeezed his shoulder, offering a silent gesture of comfort and understanding, "Take as much time as you need." he nodded to the others, one by one, they left the room, giving him some privacy.

Wheeljack's shaky servos trembled as he embraced you, he slowly pulled away, leaving just a ghost of a kiss on your forehelm. How he wished you could return the hug right now. But he knew that wasn't possible, "I'm so sorry, sweetspark." he whispered. He should've never left you. Now, all he could do was stand there in silence, alone and grieving, he vowed to make things right. For you, his lost love, he would never give up. 

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𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"Coldplay - A Sky full of Stars"
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"It's that heart of gold,

& stardust soul that make you beautiful."

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There was just so much going on in your personal life that you needed a break from it all. The chaos and tension in your household had become too much to bear. So, you packed a small bag and decided to stay at the base for the night, at least there you could find some peace and quiet.

Optimus agreed to your stay, he appeared much more pleased with the offer than the grumpy medic. But since you were much quieter and calmer than Miko, Ratchet made an exception, as long as you didn't distract him from his personal work. The familiar surroundings of the military outpost provided a sense of comfort and security that you desperately needed after a long and stressful day. You felt a wave of relief wash over you. The soft hum of the generators and the distant chatter of your giant robot friends were oddly soothing.

You settled in the small human area and occupied yourself with some reading. After going through a few chapters and wishing the rest goodnights as they headed to recharge, you didn't bother to look at the time. You knew it was pretty late but you also didn't want to go to sleep yet. The book was way too interesting and you really enjoyed the calmness around you, wishing you could stay like this forever.

Suddenly, you heard slow heavy steps entering the main area. You curiously took a peek and noticed the Prime walking towards you, "Hey, Optimus." you waved your hand at him as you rested on the couch, he looked over you with a warm gaze. He spotted the cozy blanket you were wrapped in and the tiny lamp clip attached to the pages made of paper.

Even with his neutral expression, you can tell he was delighted to see you awake, "Hello, little one." he greeted, "Why are you still awake at this late hour, if I may ask?"

"Couldn't sleep. Besides, I just got to the interesting part." you replied honestly and showed him the book with a smile.

Optimus let out a low chuckle, "I too sometimes get distracted with reading. It's a good way to escape reality for a bit, isn't it?" he commented.

You nodded in agreement, "Certainly."

"However," he lowered himself to take a more proper observation of you, "It seems there is something else on your mind. Do you wish to talk about it?"

You hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether or not to open up to the Prime about your current concerns. You sighed and decided to confide in him, realizing that his genuine concern was comforting, "I've been feeling a bit overwhelmed lately." you admitted, "There's just so much going on in my life that it's hard to keep up with everything. I feel like I'm constantly juggling different responsibilities and it's starting to take a toll on me."

He listened attentively, his expression a mix of empathy and understanding, "I can see how that would be difficult. Is there anything specific that's been bothering you?"

"Nothing too serious, big guy. Just- tired..." the pressure of work deadlines, family obligations, and personal relationships felt like they were all crashing down at once. His comforting presence was a balm to your weary soul and for the first time in a while, you felt like you could breathe a little easier.

"We all need a break now and then." he says, "Even I, at times."

You got up in a sitting position, "Since I met you, you've been acting so nice and gentle with me. Or you are usually like this to everyone else?"

Optimus was quiet for a moment, "I like to view everyone equally, in terms of how I act towards them." he answered you gently, "Although, I may have a particular fondness for you. Your innocence, the way you carry yourself... I find it hard not to be protective of you."

You glanced down to the floor, feeling your cheeks warming up, "Thank you, Optimus." you responded sheepishly, holding your blanket over your head, "It's nice to know someone actually cares about me."

His optics focused on you even more, "May I offer a word of advice?"

"Of course." you looked up at him with curiosity.

"Do not let the worries of the world consume you, little one." he offers as he holds your gaze, "...worry not what the future may or may not hold. I can assure you that everything will work out in the end."

Once giving him a slight nod, you spoke up, "I know this might sound silly but... you always make me feel better when we talk."

He smiled brightly, appreciating your kind words, "It brings me great joy, knowing I have helped you feel in such a way."

You stood quiet for a moment until a question came up in your mind, "Say, do you know any interesting stories? Like... happy ones?" you really enjoyed listening to his tender voice, it was so gentle and relaxing.

Optimus took notice of your pleading expression, the kindness in his look became more and more apparent as he stared at you, considering your request, "I do, in fact, know a story. One that is rather sentimental in nature."

"What is it about?"

The old leader leaned his helm closer to your little form while he was looking up at the ceiling of the military base, "Many cycles ago, while roaming the cosmos along with my fellow Autobots, I landed upon a strange and distant world where I had the opportunity to assist a young, troubled soul. This individual was no Cybertronian, but a being of another species. Though we were of different kinds, our sparks aligned as I sought to heal this individual's broken spirit." Optimus said, a bit of sadness in his voice as he continued the tale, "I comforted and guided them, helping them to face their inner demons and overcome them. And I did not leave them before ensuring they would always be safe. They showed me a side of them I had not known before, one that was caring, beautiful and compassionate, something my gentle guidance had brought forth within them." Optimus paused to glance at you once more, "Their heart warmed my spark."

"Is that so?" you gently smiled at him and laid back down on your comfortable pillow, trying to keep your eyes open, slowly drifting off to sleep. You yawned before asking your question, "And who may that mysterious soul be? Do I know them?"

His intake curved up as he nodded, "I believe you might." he said, not wanting to give too much away, "You can probably guess who it is." he added, somewhat playfully.

As you put your hands under your head, you required, "Give me a hint."

Optimus thought for a moment before deciding on his clue, "Hm... they are quite young, full of life and joy." he added soothingly, "And very inquisitive."

You furrowed your brows in thought, trying to narrow down the possibilities, someone who could fit the description, that you knew. You racked your brain, but for the life of you, you couldn't quite nail down who it could be, "Well, you got me. I give up." you shrugged with a smirk.

The giant robot laughed warmly as he kept his gaze on you, "Do you wish for me to say it?" 

"Yeah, I'm curious."

"If I told you... would you promise to keep it to yourself?" the Prime questioned you.

"I promise. Pinky swear." you lifted your little finger at him as you giggled.

He gave you a small smile at your childlike gesture before leaning in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, "Well, in that case, the mysterious soul happens to be none other than... you." he revealed, awaiting your reaction.

You blinked at him in shock, slowly lifting your head, "Me?" you stared at him wide-eyed as you tried to process this information.

"Indeed." he nodded, the amusement in his tone remaining.

Standing frozen still in disbelief, you asked, "You think I have a... beautiful soul?"

"That... and more." he answered simply to your question, "I truly meant it when mentioning I still feel a kindness to you and your heart. Even if others do not notice or see it... I do. You have a light within you that shines brightly, brighter than you even realize."

Out of nervousness, you sheepishly hid your embarrassed state under the blanket. Optimus couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of you, finding it endearing how easily flustered you could get. His digits loomed over you and lowered, gently lifting the cover. Your head was buried in the cushion as you muffled something.

However, the old powerful leader did not understand anything from what you said, "Pardon?" 

You glanced up with an awkward grin, "Now I definitely won't be able to fall asleep."

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Requested by:   xXTempest_VoidsXx

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• (Y/n) = Your name •

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𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"Owl City - My Muse"
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"Give me a muse,

and I will spend

what's left of our forever

painting her with words."

- Atticus -

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Inside a secret military base, where the hum of machinery mingled with the whispers of the wind outside, you sat at the human area, lost in the world of your imagination. With each stroke of your pencil, you breathed life into the blank canvas before you, hand moving with the fluid grace of a seasoned artist. You have been part of the Autobot team for a long time now.

All of them were well aware of your incredible artistic talent, having witnessed firsthand the magic that flowed from your fingertips onto the pages of your sketchbook. Most of the time, you were found doodling the bots while they went about their daily activities-whether it was training, engaging in fierce battles against the Decepticons, or simply enjoying a moment of respite in the peaceful surroundings of their base.

Sometimes even Miko tagged along with you whenever she was feeling bored or wanted to improve her skills. The young girl was often mesmerized by the intricate drawings that adorned the white papers. Touched by her enthusiasm, you gladly agreed to teach her the basics. Together, you spent countless hours in the base. Few of the Autobot members, in turn, were more than happy to pose for you, adding an element of fun to the routine.

Usually, it was Bulkhead, Bumblebee, and occasionally Arcee who accepted to be your models. Whether the two mechs were striking a heroic pose or simply goofing around, their infectious energy never failed to bring smiles to their human companions. And then there was Arcee, the fearless warrior with a heart of steel. Despite her stoic exterior, the femme had a softer side that she occasionally allowed you to glimpse during the art sessions.

Then, there was Ratchet. The old medic often made excuses about being too busy for what he deemed as "nonsense" when it came to posing. Despite his protests, you found a way to capture his likeness while he worked diligently in the base's medbay, engrossed in his duties. And when the drawing was finally complete, you presented it to Ratchet with a mixture of apprehension and hope, unsure of how he would react.

To your surprise and delight, the doctor's gruff exterior softened as he studied the sketch, a rare smile tugging at the corners of his dermas. He couldn't deny the talent and effort that had gone into capturing his image so accurately. With a nod of approval, he accepted it with gratitude, silently acknowledging your artistic skill and thoughtfulness.

And finally, there was Optimus-brave, strong, and always inspiring. His presence commanded respect, and his appearance was nothing short of magnificent. You couldn't help but have a crush on him, though you kept it hidden, convinced that as a mere human, you stood no chance with the mighty leader of the Autobots. Miko noticed your feelings and encouraged you to confess, but you waved off her suggestions, feeling too insignificant compared to the Prime.

Yet, regardless of your doubts, you found yourself captivated by the leader, stealing glances whenever you could. You didn't dare ask him to pose for you, knowing he had far more important matters to attend to. Instead, you secretly drew him whenever you had a spare moment, admiring his beauty from afar. You found yourself drawn to sketching Optimus more than any of the other Autobots. Whether he was engaged in conversation with the rest of the team or lost in deep concentration on some important task, you seized those fleeting moments to surreptitiously draw him, your pencil flying across the page as you sought to capture every nuance of his expression and every line of his impressive frame.

He became your muse and as you poured your heart and soul into each drawing, you found yourself falling deeper under his spell, mesmerized by his beauty and the quiet strength that seemed to radiate from him. Though you kept your feelings hidden from him, fearing rejection or embarrassment, you couldn't deny the profound effect he had on you.

In truth, Optimus admired you just as much. He saw your talent, your determination, and your kindness, and he respected you deeply. To him, you were an extraordinary individual. He wondered if you would ever ask him to pose for you. But he didn't want to make you uncomfortable, so he remained quiet, silently appreciating your talents and kindness.

Everything about you was incredible in his optics. He marveled at the way you could bring life to your masterpieces, capturing the essence of the team with such precision and beauty. And as he watched you work, lost in the creative process, he couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the depth of your abilities. But it wasn't just your talents that drew Optimus to you-it was the gentleness and compassion that radiated from your very being. In a world filled with chaos and uncertainty, you were a beacon of light, a source of hope and inspiration to all who knew you. And as the leader looked upon you, he felt a profound sense of gratitude for your presence in his life, a silent acknowledgment of the impact you had made on him and the others as a whole.

One day, as the Prime passed through the human area of the base, his optics caught sight of an opened sketchbook resting on the small table. It seemed you had accidentally left it behind before heading home. A pang of guilt tugged at Optimus's spark as he hesitated, unsure if he should intrude on your privacy. But curiosity got the better of him, and he found himself pulled to the pages, wondering what you had been drawing in these past few days.

With careful reverence, he knelt beside the platform, his large digits gently flipping through the pages. What he found within took him by surprise-there, amidst the pieces of paper, were different doodles of him. His optics widened in shock and amazement as he beheld the beautiful renditions of himself captured in your sketches.

Most of the drawings featured him in various poses and expressions, each one more striking and lifelike than the last. You had managed to capture the essence of his character with remarkable skill and precision. For the first time, he saw himself through your eyes, and the experience was both humbling and deeply moving. He had always regarded himself as a warrior, a leader, a protector-but in your artworks, he saw something more. He saw the vulnerability beneath the armor, the humanity beneath the metal, and the quiet strength that shone in every line and shadow.

He had never considered himself to be particularly remarkable or worthy of such attention, but your work told a different story. They spoke of a depth of admiration and respect that touched his spark in ways he couldn't fully articulate.

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During your lunch break, you rummaged through your bag, growing increasingly frantic as you failed to locate your beloved drawing book. The young Japanese girl couldn't help but comment on your search efforts between bites of her sandwich, "Dude, what are you looking for that much?" she asked.

"Miko, you're spraying crumbs everywhere." Jack interjected with a gentle scolding.

The girl rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue in response, "What are you, my mom?"

Meanwhile, Rafael turned his attention to you with a concerned look, "Did you forget something?" he inquired.

You sighed, feeling a sense of frustration mounting within you, "I can't find my sketchbook anywhere. I've searched my room, my locker, and my backpack... nothing."

"Don't worry, I lose my things all the time! Sooner or later, you'll find it." Miko optimistically tried to reassure you with a small wave.

Jack couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her words, "Oh, really? Just like that time with your History workbook?"

The girl shrugged nonchalantly, "That doesn't count. I lost it on purpose."

"Guys, you're not helping." involved Raf, then he glanced at you again with a thoughtful expression, feeling the weight of anxiety settling in your chest, "Alright, let's backtrack." he suggested, "What was the last thing you drew? Maybe we can start from there."

You racked your brain, trying to recall the last subject of your sketches, "Hmm... I remember drawing an object... Oh, wait! It was Miko's soda can! I think you guys were playing that racing game while we were at the-" suddenly, it hit you like a bolt of lightning, "NO!" your unexpected outburst startled the other students in the cafeteria, prompting concerned looks from them and your three friends as well.

"Y/n, calm down. What's wrong?" asked the black-haired teenager as he put his hands on your shoulders, slowly making you sit back down on the chair.

As you shook your head, a sense of panic rose within you, "I-I forgot it in the base! How could I be so careless?! Oh, this is going to be so embarrassing if he sees them-"

"Who?" Rafael tilted his head curiously.

Before you could stop her, Miko spilled the beans with a wide grin, "Our Y/n here has a crush on the handsome lead-"

"I don't!" you protested, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"You like Optimus?" Jack gazed at you in surprise.

"No, I only-" you stumbled over your words, feeling utterly exposed, "Okay, maybe... I kinda do? Ugh, it doesn't even matter! It's going to be all over if he ever gets close to those drawings!"

The youngest boy offered a reassuring smile, "Actually, I don't think it's going to be that bad. I think Optimus would appreciate it if you drew him. Your work has always been pretty good, and there's nothing to be embarrassed about.

Despite Raf's attempts to comfort you, you couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in the pit of your stomach. The thought of the Prime stumbling upon your book filled you with terror.

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After school ended, the four of you were picked up by your respective guardians, Miko and you both shared Bulkhead as he drove you back to the base. As the Autobots transported you to their secret spot, you couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency building within you. Once you arrived and entered the military facility through the Groundbridge, the vehicles came to a halt to allow their human companions to step outside of their alt-modes. Without wasting a second, you leaped out of Bulkhead and dashed towards the platform where your belongings were kept.

"Whoa there-where's the rush?" the bulkier giant's booming voice called out as he and his allies transformed, but you were already on the move, too preoccupied to respond.

As you reached human furniture, your eyes observed the surroundings until they landed on your precious book. Relief flooded through you, and you let out a long exhale, grateful to have found it safe and sound.

Right after that, when the unmistakable sound of the leader's heavy footsteps echoed through the main area, all eyes turned towards him, "Welcome back, young ones." Optimus greeted in his deep, commanding tone.

"Hey there, boss bot! Any dangerous missions for us to watch today?" Miko piped up eagerly.

Optimus's expression softened into a small smile, "None for the moment. It seems we have gained some moment to finally settle down and enjoy the peace we have." he replied.

The pigtail teen pouted in disappointment, "Aw, I was really hoping for some action today!"

"Is that why you seem to be in such a good mood?" Arcee teased, her servos resting on her hips as she looked up at her leader, "Haven't seen you like this in a long while."

His gaze flickered with amusement at her observation, "The reason behind that is a bit... unrelated." he replied cryptically.

"Really? Care to share?" she pressed, her interest piqued.

But before Optimus could respond, his optics landed on you, and a feeling of warmth and excitement began to fill inside his beaming spark. With purposeful strides, he made his way over to where you stood, the rest of the Autobot team watching in a mixture of realization and surprise.

"Ohhh, now I see what he means." Bulkhead exclaimed, the pieces falling into place for him. Bumblebee buzzed excitedly, his vocalizations conveying his happiness at the unexpected turn of events.

The Prime approached while you found yourself frozen in place, overcome with extreme nervousness. Clutching your artbook tightly behind your back, you greeted him with a shaky voice, "Optimus! H-hi! How's it going?"

"Y/n, would you like to come with me? I wish to discuss something with you, in private." he said calmly.

"S-sure thing! No problem-just let me put this in my bag-" you stammered, gesturing toward your backpack.

But before you could make a move, he gently interjected, "I actually would like you to bring it with you as well."

You became like a statue once more as realization dawned upon you.

He had seen it. He had seen your drawings.

Panic surged through you as you imagined the worst. You were doomed. There was no way to escape or explain yourself. With a nervous gulp, you looked at him uncertainly, feeling utterly exposed. But then, you noticed the soft, understanding expression on his face-plate. With a resigned sigh, you surrendered to the inevitable and climbed up onto his servo. As he walked towards his quarters, you could feel the weight of your friends' gazes following you, their silent curiosity palpable in the air.

It wasn't until Ratchet broke the tense silence that the spell was finally broken, "What are you all staring at? Haven't you heard of privacy?" he demanded, his gruff tone jolting everyone out of their reverie. The sudden outburst caused them to jump in surprise, snapping them out of their daze.

Once inside his room and closing the large gate behind him, Optimus settled onto the berth, still holding you gently in his servos. His gaze bore into yours with a mixture of concern, "I've noticed you've been avoiding me." he said quietly.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you couldn't help but feign innocence, "Wha-pff, what made you think that?"

"Y/n." he replied, gentle but firm.

With a drop of your shoulders, you sighed in defeat, "Alright, alright... I-I did. I'm so sorry, Optimus." you began, feeling a surge of guilt wash over you, "I didn't mean to offend you or anything-"

"Is this the reason why you feel insecure to speak to me?" he interjected, glance shifting towards the drawing book still clutched in your hands.

"...You saw them, huh?" you murmured, unable to meet his gaze.

"I did." he admitted with regret, "For which I feel utterly ashamed for invading your privacy. But to be honest with you, I was wondering whether I was involved in your artwork along with the rest of our members. It occurred to me that you always spoke with them freely... However, you never came to me, and I began to question if I have... made you feel... uneasy, in some way."

"Optimus, no. That's not true. I-" you hesitated, feeling the weight of your insecurities bearing down on you, "I didn't dare to ask you because you had more important things to do instead of posing for silly drawings like these. They're not even that good..."

"I would like to object." Optimus interjected gently, "Your artwork has been beyond astonishing. I'm more than amazed by the fact that you've captured every detail of our anatomy. I cannot imagine how difficult it has probably been for you to illustrate this, but you did. And for that, I am more than grateful for those beautiful pieces of art. You have a talent, Y/n. Do not look down upon yourself."

His compliment left you stunned, a flurry of emotions swirling within you. You felt your cheeks flush with warmth as you glanced down at your sketchbook, a shy smile forming on your face, "Thank you, Optimus. I... I'm really glad that you like them." you replied softly, heart fluttering with gratitude.

"Can I admit something?" he asked, his question gentle but earnest.

"Y-yeah...?"

"I do adore you, Y/n." he confessed, his expression softening with genuine affection.

The air seemed to be still as his words hung between you, a profound silence enveloping the room. Your heart pounded in your chest, a mixture of disbelief and elation flooding your senses. You searched his bright neon optics, seeking any hint of doubt or hesitation, but all you found was sincerity and tenderness. It was as if he had laid bare his very soul before you, vulnerable yet unwavering in his emotions.

"I... I don't know what to say," you finally managed to stammer out, trembling with emotion, "I never imagined that you... that you could feel that way about me."

"Y/n," he said softly, his voice a gentle melody that resonated deep within you, "Since the moment I met you, you have been the center of my universe. You captured my spark in a way that I cannot fully explain." the leader continued, "And now, as I stand before you, I find myself unable to deny the truth of my feelings any longer. With every fiber of my being, I adore you."

In that moment, all of your fears and insecurities melted away, leaving only the overwhelming certainty of your love for each other. You reached out to touch the side of his face-plate with trembling hands, he drew you closer, tears began to form in your eyes as you smiled at him, "You're my muse, y-you know that? You always have been." you confessed with a crack of your voice.

Unable to resist any longer, you closed the remaining distance between you, your lips meeting his dermas in a gentle, yet electrifying kiss. It was as if the entire world faded away, leaving only the two of you. Time seemed to stand still as each touch ignited a fire within you that burned brighter than any star in the night sky. When you finally pulled away, breathless and flushed with emotion, you found yourself gazing into Optimus. In that shared gaze, you knew that your bond was stronger than any obstacle that stood in your way, and that together, you could overcome anything that the universe threw your way.

"Well," you quipped, a twinkle of humor in your eyes, "they say kissing an artist is like adding color to a black-and-white world."

Optimus's optics widened in surprise before a chuckle rumbled from his chassis, "I must admit, I've never seen the world quite like this before." he replied.

And as you two stood there close to one another, a grumpy scold was heard, "Young lady, come back here this instant! I told you to leave them alone!" Ratchet exclaimed from outside the berthroom.

"Shhh! Can't you see my ship is sailing here?!" Miko's retort followed, muffled but audible through the big closed door, "No- hey! Put me down-!"

"I'm doing this for your own good, kiddo." Bulkhead replied, his pedes fading into the distance along with his charge's protests, until they were no longer audible.

You and Optimus shared a laugh at the comical scene unfolding outdoors, the sound resonating warmly in the room.

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• (Y/n) = Your name •

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𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"Billie Eilish - Wildflower"
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"Love makes 

even the saddest things

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It felt like just yesterday when you first befriended the kids and discovered the existence of the Autobots, a revelation that changed your life in ways you never could have predicted. The once-ordinary world you knew had been shattered, replaced by the realization that alien beings—warriors from a distant planet—had been living among you, fighting a battle far greater than anything you had ever imagined.

Yet, despite the countless moments you had shared with them, the missions, the danger, and the victories, time seemed to slip through your fingers like sand. Months had passed in the blink of an eye, each day filled with experiences that reshaped your understanding of the universe. And still, compared to them, to beings who had existed for millions of years, your own perception of time felt insignificant. How could you even begin to comprehend such an endless lifespan? The weight of history they carried, the battles they had fought, the planets they had seen— things that felt like entire lifetimes to you were mere chapters in their vast existence.

And yet, despite the unimaginable gap in years, you had found a connection with them, forged through trust and friendship, no matter how different you were.

This was especially true when it came to Ratchet, the Autobots' CMO. At first, he seemed gruff and distant, his sharp words and no-nonsense attitude making him difficult to approach. He was a warrior hardened by centuries of war, burdened by the losses he had endured and the weight of responsibility he carried.

But beneath that tough exterior, you had come to see the depths of his loyalty and the kindness buried under years of weariness. He wasn't one for sentimentality, nor did he easily express emotions, but in his own way, he had come to care— not just for his fellow teammates but for you as well. Whether it was through his grumbled yet genuine concern for your well-being, the way he always ensured you were safe in the heat of battle or even the rare moments where he let his guard down just enough to share pieces of his past, you had come to understand him in ways few others had. You and Ratchet had built something real, that neither of you had expected. And in a universe filled with uncertainty, that bond was something you would always hold onto.

Every child had a guardian, someone to watch over them, to ensure their safety in a war far greater than anything they should have ever been part of. It was a necessity, a measure taken to shield them from the dangers, whether it be Decepticons or the countless other threats that came with knowing the truth about Cybertronians.

You, on the other hand, were an adult, fully capable of making your own decisions, standing your ground and taking care of yourself. You had spent years navigating life's challenges, learning how to survive and adapt without the need for anyone to hold your hand. And yet, despite your independence and your insistence that you could handle whatever came your way, Optimus had deemed it necessary to assign you a protector as well.

At first, the idea had seemed excessive. You weren't helpless, nor did you want to be treated as such. But the Prime was unwavering in his decision. In his optics, it was about ensuring that you weren't alone in the fight. He had seen firsthand the devastation this war could bring, how quickly things could change, how even the strongest could fall in an instant. It wasn't a matter of doubting your abilities but of protecting one of the few humans who had earned the Autobots' trust.

The old leader was nothing if not observant and he had seen the way you and Ratchet gravitated toward one another. He had noticed the way the old doctor had grown protective of you in his own way, how he would subtly check in on you, ensure you were unharmed and grumble whenever you attempted anything he deemed "reckless."

And so, Optimus had come to a quiet but resolute conclusion: if you were to have a guardian, it would be the one Autobot who already cared for your well-being more than he was willing to admit. Not because you were incapable, not because you were fragile, but because in a war where bonds were rare and precious, it was only natural to trust the one who had already chosen to stand by your side.

You were genuinely delighted by his decision, unable to hide the small smile that tugged at your lips when you heard the news. What surprised you even more, however, was the medic's reaction. While the rest had expected a dramatic outburst, an exasperated rant about how he wasn't a babysitter or at the very least a good deal of grumbling, the medic had taken the news with far more grace than anticipated.

Of course, there were a few grunts, a muttered complaint or two about "having enough to deal with" but to everyone's surprise, that was the extent of it. There was no real protest, no genuine attempt to refuse the role. If anything, Ratchet simply accepted the decision with his usual gruff character, making it clear in his own way that he had already been keeping an eye on you long before Optimus had made it official.

Now here you lay, sprawled out on the couch that had been placed in the small human-designated area of the Autobot base, listening to the familiar cadence of Ratchet's voice as he rambled about his newest project. His words, a mixture of complex Cybertronian engineering terms and the occasional sarcastic remark about his own workload, filled the otherwise quiet space.

You didn't need to understand every detail to appreciate the moment. While lying there, gaze drifted over him, watching the steady flicker of monitors casting a faint green glow against his frame. The light illuminated the sharp contours of his armored plating, highlighting the years of wear and tear etched into his form, scars from battles long past, proof of a life spent mending others while carrying wounds of his own. You weren't sure when it happened, when your casual observation turned into something more. Your eyes lingered, tracing the precise movements of his digits as they worked effortlessly across the console. His servos, so steady and skilled, had saved countless lives, patched up injuries both mechanical and organic alike. You'd felt them before, albeit briefly, checking you over after close calls, fussing in his own gruff way about human fragility.

And then, you saw it. A rare sight, one that you hardly ever caught: a small, fleeting smile. It wasn't one of amusement or sarcasm but something softer, more genuine, perhaps satisfaction in his work. You didn't even realize how long you had been staring, completely zoned out, lost in the quietness of his presence. But when your heart gave a sudden, unexpected thud, a horrible realization crashed over you like a tidal wave.

You were falling for him.

The thought was almost enough to make you sit up, to shake yourself out of the haze that had settled over you. But it was too late. The feeling had already taken root, creeping in unnoticed over weeks, maybe even months, until it had finally made itself known in this quiet moment.

Ratchet immediately took note of your unexpected and rather odd behavior. His optics moved away from the console, narrowing slightly as he turned his full attention to you, "Are you alright?" he asked with mild concern.

You jolted slightly, startled out of your chaotic thoughts. You had been so wrapped up in your own realization that you hadn't even noticed him watching you. Your heart stuttered in your chest and you struggled to keep your expression neutral, "Y-yeah..." you answered, though the awkwardness in your tone was painfully obvious. You quickly averted your gaze, pretending to suddenly find the floor incredibly fascinating.

This wasn't supposed to happen. You and Ratchet were friends— only friends. That was all it had ever been and that was all it should be. You had spent months by his side, listening to him rant about anything and shared moments of quiet understanding. But that was just companionship, wasn't it? As if a Cybertronian like him and a simple human like you could ever be together. It was ridiculous. Impossible.

...Right?

Your thoughts spiraled, logic battling against the undeniable warmth creeping up your neck. You tried to shake it off, to shove the feelings back into whatever deep corner of your mind they had crawled out of but before you could even attempt to regain your composure, Ratchet cut through your internal panic once more, "Your face has reddened." he observed as he stepped closer, "Are you certain you don't have a fever?"

He was too close. Too focused on you. And Primus, if he leaned in any further, you were going to combust on the spot. You shot up from the couch so fast it was almost embarrassing, still refusing to meet his optics, "Y-yeah! Just got pretty warm in here, haha—" you forced out a nervous laugh, "Better go take a walk around the base for a bit! Clear my head! Be right back!"

Ratchet blinked at your sudden outburst, his expression shifting into one of curiosity and mild confusion. His gaze followed you for a second, clearly trying to process your strange behavior, "Alright... be careful not to get lost."

"Gotcha!" you chirped, giving him a quick, overly enthusiastic wave before practically speed-walking toward the massive hallway leading deeper into the base. The moment you turned the corner and were out of his sight, you let out a long, mortified groan, pressing your hands against your burning face.

This was bad.

For the past few days, you have done everything in your power to push those feelings away. You buried yourself in distractions, tried to rationalize your emotions and reminded yourself over and over again that this was never supposed to happen. But no matter how hard you fought against it, the feelings refused to leave.

To avoid making a complete fool of yourself, you made the difficult decision to stay home. You told the Autobots you were busy with work, that things had piled up and you needed time to handle human responsibilities. It wasn't entirely a lie but it was definitely an excuse. Staying away from the base felt wrong, you missed the routine of being there, the familiar presence of the 'Bots, and most of all... him.

But it was necessary. You needed space, time to calm down, to let this ridiculous crush fizzle out before it could turn into something dangerous. That was the plan, anyway.

Until one morning, when the blaring sound of a vehicle's horn jolted you awake.

Still sprawled on your bed, you groggily blinked against the sunlight streaming through your window, rubbing your eyes. It wasn't until the horn blared again, loud and insistent, that you frowned and decided to take a peek outside. You shuffled to the window, pulling back the curtain just enough to get a look at the street below. And immediately froze.

Parked right in front of your house was a very familiar orange-and-white ambulance. You ducked away from the window as if you had been caught committing a crime, heart pounding in your chest. What the hell was he doing here?! Ratchet never left the base unless it was absolutely necessary. Did something happen? Was someone hurt? No— he wouldn't have come alone if that were the case. So then... was he here to check up on you?

The thought made your stomach twist uncomfortably. Was he actually worried? Had you been so obvious that even he noticed something was wrong? Before you could spiral any further, another impatient BEEP sounded, making you jump, "Y/n, for Primus' sake, I know you're inside." Ratchet's voice rang out with irritation, "Do not make me come in there!"

Oh no. He sounded mad. Just great. Panic surged through you as you scrambled to get dressed, yanking on the first comfortable outfit you could find. If you didn't get outside soon, the neighbors could get too curious. You shoved on your shoes, ran a hand through your hair in a feeble attempt to look somewhat presentable and took a deep breath before opening the door.

Nervously, you stepped outside, your feet dragging as you made your way toward the disguised Autobot. Your arms crossed over your chest in an attempt to appear casual, even though your heart was hammering against your ribs, "H-Hey, Ratch! What's up, buddy?" you greeted, forcing a grin that you hoped didn't look as awkward as it felt.

His engine let out a low, angry rev, "Don't you 'buddy' me!" he snapped, "Where have you been? You haven't called in days!"

You flinched slightly at the scolding, already scrambling to defend yourself, "I told you guys I'd be busy!" you reasoned, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, "T-There were chores I left undone for a while now and I finally decided to—"

"Yep-ep-ep!" Ratchet abruptly cut you off, "I do not want to hear any more excuses." you bit your lip, feeling heat crawl up your neck as he continued, "I am your guardian. Optimus is counting on me to keep you safe. How exactly am I supposed to do that if you don't even bother to check in?"

The weight of his words settled heavily on your shoulders. You hadn't thought about it that way, hadn't considered how your absence might have affected him. You had been so preoccupied with sorting out your own feelings that you had completely overlooked how he might interpret your silence. Shame gnawed at you as you dropped your gaze, rubbing your arm uncomfortably.

Ratchet let out a long vent, his tone softening, "If you don't want to talk to the others, that's fine... but at least talk to me."

The guilt twisting in your chest made it impossible to form a response. You had spent all this time convincing yourself that your feelings were a problem, that distancing yourself was the best course of action, but in doing so, you had hurt him in the process. Ratchet studied you in silence for a second before making his decision. With a click and a hiss, his passenger door swung open, "Come on. We're going for a drive."

Your head snapped up, "But... aren't you busy? What about the Decepticons—"

"There's nothing urgent. It's been quiet for days."

You hesitated for only a bit before sighing in resignation. You weren't getting out of this one. With one last glance at your house, you stepped forward and climbed into the passenger seat, the door shutting securely behind you.

As Ratchet smoothly shifted gears and pulled onto the road, you leaned back against the seat. Your eyes fixated on the passing scenery, watching as the streets of your town blurred by. For a while, neither of you spoke. You knew he was waiting, giving you a chance to speak first. But when you didn't, he broke the silence himself, "You've never acted like this before." he said with concern, maybe even disappointment, "Mind telling me what's actually going on?"

You tensed at the question, your fingers curling against your lap, "I-It's nothing..." you mumbled.

Ratchet let out a short huff, "Hmph. Well, since you wish not to speak of it... I will not force you into telling me either." you could hear the restrained frustration in his tone, the way he was holding himself back from prying further. You knew him well enough by now to recognize that this wasn't just about duty. He was genuinely worried. You swallowed hard and finally spoke.

"...I'm sorry, Ratch. It was stupid of me to suddenly disappear like that. There's been a lot on my mind lately and I needed to cool down for a while. I hope you understand."

He was silent for a moment, as if carefully considering your words, "That is reasonable." he admitted at last, "But it is not right for you to shut yourself off from everyone. Especially from us... from me."

Your cheeks flushed, warmth creeping up your neck at the unexpected sincerity in his words. Did he really care that much?

You had always known Ratchet wasn't the most openly affectionate or expressive 'Bot. He was gruff, blunt and had little patience for anything he deemed unnecessary. And yet, here he was, making it abundantly clear that your absence had affected him.

As the drive stretched on, you began to notice the familiar streets of your town slowly fading away in the distance. The scenery shifted, giving way to open roads, rolling hills and stretches of untouched land. The further Ratchet drove, the more your curiosity grew. You had no idea where he was taking you and the silence between you only made it more mysterious, "Where are we going, anyway?"

"You will see."

That wasn't exactly reassuring. You frowned slightly but didn't push the question further. If he wanted it to be a surprise, you figured you'd let him have it. Minutes passed, the quiet hum of his engine the only sound accompanying the journey. The world outside the window seemed to slow, the dense trees and gentle slopes becoming more familiar. It wasn't until Ratchet finally came to a stop, his tires crunching lightly against gravel, that recognition struck you like a bolt of lightning. Your breath caught in your throat as you took in the scene before you.

Nestled between several hills, hidden away from the main roads, was a secluded lake. Its surface was calm and reflective, mirroring the soft blues and whites of the sky above. A few patches of green plants thrived along the edges.

Your gaze widened as realization dawned on you, "Is this... the spot where we accidentally met?" you asked in disbelief, turning your face to the dashboard.

"It is." he confirmed, his voice carrying a hint of something almost nostalgic. You stared at him, momentarily lost for words. This place, it was the very first time you had encountered Ratchet outside of the base. Back then, it had been pure coincidence. A chance meeting.

As soon as you stepped out of the vehicle, Ratchet shifted with a series of mechanical whirs and clanks, his towering Cybertronian form appearing before you. You watched as he stretched, rolling his shoulders with a quiet grunt, it wasn't often he took the time to move around outside of the base. Your attention then drifted to the water, the surface shimmering under the daylight, reflecting the rolling clouds above. You turned back to the robot, curiosity gnawing at you, "But... why here?" you asked, tilting your head.

Ratchet let out a thoughtful hum before responding, "Optimus suggested that it would be beneficial for me to get out and stretch my gears while things are quiet." he explained, scanning the peaceful landscape, "Naturally, I tried to argue with him, but— well, you know Prime."

You chuckled and nodded, then he continued, "Besides, I figured you could use some fresh air as well. You humans have an unfortunate habit of trapping yourselves inside those tiny dwellings of yours. This was the only place I could think of that might be... suitable."

There was something unspoken in his words. He could have taken you anywhere else but instead, he had chosen this place. That is tied to the past, with meaning. Before you could dwell on it too much, a small, amused smile tugged at the corner of his intake, "I can still hear your agonizing scream."

Your face scrunched up as you let out a dramatic groan, "Hey, don't blame me! It was nighttime and anything massive with glowing eyes would've scared the hell out of me. I legitimately thought my life was over!" you exclaimed, "I almost had a heart attack because of you!"

Ratchet lowered himself to sit down with a heavy thud that sent small vibrations through the ground, "Hm. Fair."

With a grin, you shook your head. That night had been one of the most terrifying and unexpectedly important moments of your life. If someone had told you back then that the mechanical being you met in the dark would eventually become one of the closest people to you, you would have laughed in their face. And yet, here you were.

A quiet breeze brushed against your skin as you stood there. You couldn't help but wonder. Did Ratchet... feel anything for you?

It was a dangerous thought, one you knew you shouldn't entertain. But he was different with you— more open, relaxed. Over time, he had become closer, letting down those walls he seemed to keep so firmly in place with everyone else. He treated you with a softness you rarely saw him show.

You watched as Ratchet's gaze drifted to the water, reflecting the muted blue of the sky. Then, with surprising gentleness, he lowered a large servo to the ground near the lake's edge, his movements slow and precise. He brushed his digits through a small patch of wildflowers. Rare, resilient things that managed to thrive despite Jasper's dry, unforgiving landscape.

Carefully, as though he feared damaging it, he plucked one from the earth, raising it to observe it up close. The flower was a marigold, its vibrant orange-yellow petals catching the sunlight in a way that made it seem to glow. It was such an oddly delicate thing to see him holding. His optics softened, a thoughtful expression settled over his face-plate as he turned the flower slowly in his servo, as if lost in memory.

You noticed and against your better judgment, you spoke, "Thinking of something?" you asked gently, breaking the silence.

Ratchet didn't look at you right away. Focus remained on the marigold, the faintest of smiles touching the edges of his dermas, "Of someone, actually." he murmured calmly, like he was speaking more to himself than to you.

You froze.

"They have been in my processor lately." he continued with a quiet longing, "I miss them."

Ah...

Your heart plummeted, the weight of his words hitting you with a force you hadn't been prepared for. Of course he was talking about someone else. What had you thought? That maybe... somehow... he could feel the same way about you? You forced a tight smile, swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat.

"I... I see." you managed to say. You tried not to let the crushing disappointment show, tried not to let your own feelings betray you. But inside, it felt like something fragile had cracked.

And the worst part? You couldn't even be angry. Ratchet had a life, a long, complicated life before you had ever stumbled into it. There was someone he missed, that he had cared for deeply. What right did you have to feel hurt by that?

"What are they like?" you asked, trying to keep your voice even, as if the answer didn't feel like a dagger hovering over your heart.

He paused, his optics flickering with something unreadable before he responded, "They are... unique, in their own way. At times, they can be completely senseless and drive me absolutely mad. But despite that, they are remarkable."

You clenched your fingers into your sleeves, gripping the fabric in an attempt to ground yourself but the longer he spoke, the more it hurt. He sounded fond, in a way that sent a sharp pang through your chest, a reminder of just how ridiculous your own feelings were, "You two must be close." you said, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

Ratchet didn't even falter.

"We are."

That was it. Just two simple words but they landed with a weight of a thousand. A sudden stinging sensation pricked at the corners of your eyes before you even realized what was happening. You blinked rapidly, willing the tears away but the emotion was too overwhelming. You hastily wiped your sleeve across your face.

"Y/N?" Ratchet spoke up, spotting your rapid movement. You kept your head down, focusing on steadying your breath.

"C-could we go?" you asked quickly, not as steady as you'd hoped, "I— I have a few more things to finish up at home. We can go to the base once I'm done. It won't take too long."

He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he studied you, wasn't one to let things slide easily, especially when it came to the well-being of someone under his care. But, after a long pause, he simply nodded. The Cybertronian shifted back into his vehicle mode, the mechanical parts folding and aligning seamlessly until the familiar sight of the ambulance stood in front of you. The instant the door opened, you climbed in. When the doors shut and the engine rumbled to life, you stared out of the window as the world outside blurred past.

『 ✿ ◦• ♡ ◦• 𓆩❀𓆪 ◦• ♡ ◦• ✿ 』

You felt horrible, absolutely miserable but you did your best to keep up appearances, like everything was fine. But inside the weight of your feelings crushed you like a vice. This stupid, one-sided crush was eating you alive and no matter how hard you tried to rationalize it, to tell yourself 'He doesn't see you that way, so move on already.'

Unfortunately, the pain remained. And God, did it hurt.

"Yo, Earth to Y/N!"

Miko's yell suddenly burst through your thoughts, leaning her head. You jumped, startled and quickly turned to her, "S-sorry, Miko! I got distracted. What were you saying again?"

She gave you a skeptical look but didn't call you out on it. Not yet, anyway. The two of you were walking down the sidewalk, weaving between small groups of shoppers as you passed by storefronts, neon signs reflecting off the glass, "You seriously zoned out." she pointed out, "What's with you today? You seem off."

You waved a hand dismissively, forcing what you hoped was a convincing grin, "Don't worry about it! I was just wondering if I... uh... left the oven on! Yeah, that's right!"

Miko squinted, unimpressed, "Pffft. You sound just like my mom." she rolled her eyes before pointing a finger at you, "And I know you don't even cook that much, so what's the real deal?"

You swallowed thickly, feeling your pulse spike, "N-nothing!" you insisted, laughing a little too forcefully, "Come on now, weren't we supposed to find that Slash Monkey shirt?"

At the mention of her favorite band, the young girl immediately lit up, "Oh, right! We need to hit that one store by the corner— I'm telling you, they have to have it!" and just like that, she grabbed your arm and dragged you ahead with excitement.

Once spending hours scouring the stores for the perfect T-shirt, along with a few extra items Miko just had to have, you both finally decided it was time to take a break. Your feet ached from all the walking and your arms were sore from carrying shopping bags but at least Miko was satisfied.

"Alright, I'm officially starving." she announced dramatically, stretching her arms above her head. "Let's hit up that diner in the center of town. I need a burger. A big one."

You chuckled at her theatrics, though you were grateful for the suggestion. Anything to keep your mind occupied. The two of you made your way to the place, the scent of sizzling food and fresh coffee growing stronger with every step.

Going inside, Miko wasted no time, sliding into an open booth near the window, practically bouncing in her seat as she grabbed the menu, "Oh man, they have double cheeseburgers? And curly fries? This is heaven."

You smiled faintly as you slid in across from her, placing your shopping bags beside you. A friendly waitress soon appeared, notepad in hand and took your orders. Miko, of course, went all-in on the biggest meal she could find, while you opted for something lighter.

When the food arrived, the teenager wasted zero time digging into her meal. She practically attacked her oversized burger, taking a huge bite with an exaggerated hum of satisfaction, "Mmm— this is what I'm talking about!" she said through a mouthful of food, barely pausing to breathe before grabbing a handful of fries. Meanwhile, when the waitress placed your salad in front of you, she stared at it, then at you, her face contorted into pure disappointment, "A salad... really?" she asked, her tone almost offended.

You stabbed a piece of lettuce with your fork, giving her a casual shrug, "Gotta keep my figure in shape. Besides, I'm not that hungry."

She suddenly slid her plate closer and pushed a few golden, crispy fries in your direction, "Dude, come on." she huffed, pointing at them, "At least have one. I refuse to let you sit there picking at rabbit food while I enjoy the best greasy goodness this diner has to offer. Here, take one. It's a crime not to."

You couldn't help but laugh at her dramatics, hesitating for only a second before reaching out and grabbing a fry, "Okay, okay. Just one."

"That's the spirit!" she grinned, popping another fry into her mouth.

As you nibbled on the salty snack, something strange settled deep in your chest, not the warmth of comfort you had expected but something much heavier. A dull ache. Your chewing slowed, eyes widening as an unsettling tightness spread across your lungs. At first, it was just discomfort but then— a sharp, searing pain that felt as though something inside you was twisting, clawing at your ribcage.

Your breath hitched and your hand instinctively flew to your chest, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt. Your pulse pounded against your ears.

"Hey, you okay?" Miko's question was barely registered through the haze, her tone laced with concern.

"I— I'm coming right back." you stammered, hurriedly pushing yourself out of the booth.

The young teen barely had time to react before you turned on your heel and rushed to the counter, weaving through the bustling diner as your vision blurred slightly at the edges. You felt wrong, like your body was betraying you in some inexplicable way. You reached the waitress, gripping the counter for support, "S-sorry, ma'am—" you coughed mid-sentence, your throat burning as you struggled to push the words out, "Where is the restroom?"

The waitress raised a brow but quickly pointed, "Right on the left, sweetheart."

You gave a hurried nod of thanks and bolted, practically shoving the door open the moment you reached it. The second you stumbled inside, you barely made it to the nearest stall before collapsing to your knees in front of the toilet.

And then it got worse. Your chest burned. A violent, wrenching cough tore through you, forcing you forward as something thick and foreign lodged itself in your throat. You gasped, eyes welling with tears as another cough racked your body, more forceful this time. Out of your expectations, soft, delicate petals spilled from your lips.

You stared in horror as they fluttered down into the toilet bowl, orange and yellow, slightly damp from your breath.

Marigolds?

When did you...? How did you even—

"Y/n?"

A knock was heard on the restroom door. It was Miko.

Your stomach twisted even further, panic bubbling in your chest as you forced yourself to stay calm. Your breaths were still uneven, your lungs aching from the violent coughing fit. Hands trembling, you hastily wiped your mouth, only for your fingers to brush against another delicate petal clinging to your skin.

Before she could knock again, you forced yourself onto shaky legs and hurriedly pulled open the door. Miko jumped slightly, "Bro, you scared me for a sec! What the heck happened in there?"

You swallowed hard, schooling your features into something passably normal, "Ate the fry too fast— got stuck in my throat." you lied, forcing a weak chuckle, "Didn't wanna freak you out or anything." your heart was still hammering against your ribs but you pushed through it, inhaling as steadily as you could, "All good now. Anyway, listen— how about we grab our stuff and head out? I'll walk you home."

She lifted an eyebrow, "Uh, sure? I was gonna see if you wanted dessert but I guess we can bounce."

With that, the two of you grabbed your bags, slinging them over your shoulders before stepping out of the diner.

Sleep never came that night.

No matter how many times you tossed and turned, no matter how tightly you shut your eyes, the gnawing ache in your chest refused to let you rest. It sat there, festering, growing worse by the hour until you couldn't ignore it any longer.

By the time the clock struck an ungodly hour, you found yourself hunched over the bathroom sink, trembling hands gripping the cold porcelain as another violent cough ripped through you. More petals.

They spilled from your lips in soft, delicate waves, fluttering like dying embers as they landed in the sink. The same vibrant warm-colored petals you'd seen earlier. The ones Ratchet had held so delicately between his fingers.

The sight of them made your stomach churn. Your lungs burned even more. A searing, unbearable heat radiated through your chest, as if something inside you was growing. You wheezed, clutching at your ribs, gasping for breath that never seemed to fully come. Your heart pounded furiously, a frantic rhythm against the pain. It hurt so much.

Your body convulsed as another cough tore through your throat, more petals spilling out—this time mixed with something wet and red. Your fingers shook as they hovered over the sink, watching in horror as the crimson-stained petals stuck to the ceramic like a sick, twisted work of art. You squeezed your eyes shut, a wave of nausea rolling through you.

How was this even possible?

Your vision blurred and knees buckled. The room tilted, the edges of your sight darkening. You barely had time to register the rush of nausea before your body gave in to the overwhelming pain, dragging you down into the abyss.

Distant shouts and frantic voices pierced through the fog of your fading consciousness. They sounded warped, muffled, as if coming from underwater. Your body was so heavy. Every breath was a struggle, shallow and weak, your chest rising and falling in uneven, agonized gasps.

The pain was everywhere and the coppery tang of blood coated your tongue, thick and metallic. You could barely swallow and breathe. Somewhere beyond the haze, you heard the desperate pounding against the door.

"—you in there?! Y/N!" it was Jack.

"They aren't answering!" Miko's panicked scream followed.

More pounding and yells.

"Step aside." the old male voice warned firmly. ...Ratchet? Was that really him? Right then, a loud crash appeared. The door of your house burst open, slamming on the floor. Heavy and hurried footsteps thundered to you, then— sudden silence. They froze. A collective, stunned horror filled the space, thick and suffocating, "Rafael, don't come in here!" the medic directed in an instant.

You barely registered the sound of smaller footsteps retreating, a soft, shaky, "O-okay..." from Raf somewhere beyond the doorway.

Then warmth. Strong arms scooped you up, lifting your limp, unresponsive body off the cold bathroom floor. The heat of his touch, even through his holoform, seeped through your clothes, stark against the chill that had settled deep in your bones, "Y/n, can you hear me?!" you could feel the tension in his body as he held you close. Could feel the tremor in his hands, the way his grip tightened protectively, "Look at me and say something!"

Even though you fought with everything you had to force out a sound, a word, anything, nothing came. Your throat clenched but only a weak, wet gasp escaped past your bloodied mouth.

Ratchet's grip on you tightened, his holoform quivering ever so slightly as he assessed your state. His expression was filled with something dangerously close to fear, "Jack, call your mother! We have to take them to the hospital! Now!"

The boy jolted, snapping out of his horrified daze. His hands fumbled in his pockets, pulling out his phone with shaking fingers as he hurried to dial June's number.

Without wasting another second, Ratchet moved with urgency, his arms steady but tense as he carefully lifted your limp form into his grasp, "Stay with me, Y/n." he whispered desperately, "I beg of you."

The words barely registered in your fading consciousness but you could feel the warmth of his grip, the way his hands held you as if you were something fragile and that mattered.

Phone still pressed to his ear, Jack reached for Raf's hand and pulled him along, Miko following without hesitation. The three of them scrambled outside and once Ratchet put you down inside his alt-mode, his holoform dissolved in a flash of light and his doors swung open, "Get in!"

The second they climbed in, the doors slammed shut and he sped off, tires screeching against the pavement as he tore down the street at a speed that should have been impossible for an ordinary ambulance. His sirens blared, a sharp, piercing sound that split through the night, demanding the road be cleared. The three children stood beside you in the cabin, your body remained motionless on the stretcher, head lolling slightly with the motion of the vehicle.

"Flowers?" June repeated with apprehension through the speaker, trying to make sense of what she had just heard.

Jack ran a hand through his hair, glancing nervously at Miko and Raf, who sat tensely near your unconscious form, "I-I don't know either but they were everywhere!" he said with panic, "And there was blood— like... like they threw them up or something!"

There was a sharp intake of breath from Miko before she suddenly whispered, "Hanahaki..."

He whipped his head to her, confusion flashing across his face, "Hana-what?!"

Miko's eyes burned with frustration as she turned to him and practically yelled, "It might be Hanahaki!"

"Wait..." Raf piped up as he recalled something from deep in his endless well of knowledge, "Isn't that the disease from old legends? The one that causes a person who's in love to grow flowers inside them? I-I thought it was just a myth."

"So did I!" Miko admitted as she turned back to look at you, "But judging by what we saw, it isn't!"

Jack clenched his fists, "How the heck did they even get this disease?!"

The girl threw her hands up, "I have no freaking idea!"

From the dashboard, Ratchet finally spoke, "Miko, is there a cure? Anything that can heal them?"

She bit her lip, trying to recall everything she had ever read or heard about the mysterious illness, "W-what I remember is that it can be removed by their beloved. They have to return their feelings but only romantically. Otherwise, they will..." she trailed off, eyes landing on your unmoving body. She didn't need to finish. The implication hung heavy in the air, suffocating them all.

Another wave of silence passed before Raf hesitantly added, "There's... there's also another way, right? A surgical removal?"

Miko nodded grimly. "Yeah. It can be cut out. But... when the infection is removed, so are the memories of the person they loved."

Their stomachs twisted and Ratchet remained eerily quiet, "Do we have any clue who that may be?" Rafael asked softly.

Nobody answered. The sight of you, pale and barely clinging to consciousness, made something twist painfully in Ratchet's spark, "Whoever it is, Y/n is having the surgery. And that's final."

Miko glanced at the driving wheel, "But what about the person they like—"

"We have no choice!" Ratchet snapped, his lights flickered slightly from the sheer force of his emotions, his rearview mirror taking in your weakened state— the rise and fall of your chest, too shallow and uneven, the way your body seemed so small, so fragile compared to the sturdy, lively person you usually were.

He forced himself to focus on the road, "Otherwise," he muttered, quieter this time, but no less determined, "We will lose them."

It was like a waking nightmare, one none of them could escape from.

The instant they arrived at the hospital, everything blurred into chaos. Doctors and nurses swarmed the ambulance before Ratchet could even properly stop, their voices a jumbled mess of medical jargon and hurried commands. In an instant, you were ripped from his grasp, lifted onto a stretcher and wheeled away under the blinding glare of fluorescent lights.

Ratchet barely had time to process what was happening. One moment, you were there— weak, trembling, fighting for every breath— and the next, you were gone, swallowed by a sea of white coats and cold, sterile hallways. The doors to the operating room slammed shut before he could follow in his holoform. A firm hand pressed against his chest, barring him from going any further, "I'm sorry, sir, but you can't be in here."

He wanted to argue. Wanted to shove past them, to demand that he be allowed to stay, to do something. But as he stood frozen in place, eyes locked on the doors that now separated him from you, he realized the bitter, agonizing truth—

There was nothing he could do.

He felt utterly, completely useless.

And the kids were just as shaken. They stood in the hallway, waiting and hoping.

Ratchet's hands were clenched into one another, arms resting on his knees while sitting on one of the chairs, foot tapping impatiently on the shiny floor. He couldn't stop thinking about it. About you and the sickness that had nearly killed you. And about the person who caused it.

A deep, unsettling emotion formed inside, one he couldn't quite name, that he refused to acknowledge. But it gnawed at him, dug into him like rust eating away at old steel. Who was it? Who had you fallen for so deeply, so painfully, that it drove your fragile human body to this?

He hated them.

No— he didn't. He couldn't. That would be irrational. Emotions like that clouded logic and he prided himself on logic. Still... he couldn't ignore the tightness in his chest, the way his exhales shuddered every time the thought crossed his processor. Was he jealous?

The idea of you caring for someone else, looking at them the way you looked at him when you thought he wasn't paying attention— it made his systems glitch for half a second. He thought back to the moments you had spent together, the way you'd linger in the medbay even when you didn't need to, how your laughter softened even the most stressful days, how your presence alone made the endless war seem just a little less unbearable.

Then again, why would anyone fall for him? He was old. Gruff. Stubborn. Too caught up in his work to be anything more than a soldier, a medic of a dying war. He had no time for softness, for romance. Still... something deep within him whispered the truth he refused to accept.

He wasn't just jealous. He was terrified. Because the idea of losing you to anyone felt worse than any battle wound he had ever endured.

The tension in the waiting room had been unbearable. Minutes bled into hours, stretching on endlessly as the fluorescent lights above buzzed softly. The children, exhausted from the stress and the waiting, had dozed off in their chairs, their heads nodding forward every so often before snapping back up.

Ratchet, on the other hand, hadn't rested for a single second. He paced relentlessly, his hands clasped tightly behind his back, eyes darting to the doors every time they so much as creaked open. The hospital walls felt like they were closing in on him. His fingers twitched with every passing minute. He had spent eons repairing shattered metal and broken circuits but this was different. He had no control here, no tools in his hands and no ability to help you.

At last, the doors swung open and June stepped outside. Ratchet turned so fast he nearly stumbled, "How are they?" the second he spoke, the three teenagers jolted awake, rubbing the sleep from their eyes as they sat up.

She let out a long breath, the tension in her shoulders loosening just slightly, "The surgery was a success." she assured them, "They're alright. The disease is gone. But they'll need time to recover."

A collective sigh of relief filled the room, "Finally!" Miko exclaimed, hopping off her seat, "Can we see them now?! We've been waiting here forever!"

June held up a hand, "Three visitors at a time, alright? Hospital rules. And please, be quiet." she then turned to the disguised Cybertronian, "Would you be okay with them going in first?"

The medic hesitated. He wanted to be the first one to see you, to make sure you were really okay with his own eyes. But instead, he nodded stiffly, "...Go ahead."

Miko was already dashing before he even finished speaking, practically dragging Jack and Rafael behind her as they rushed to the hospital room. Ratchet stood still, gaze fixed on the door they disappeared through. You were safe. That was all that mattered. So why did this relief feel so hollow?

Thankfully, it wasn't long before it was finally his turn.

June signaled him forward, he stepped through the door, his heavy footsteps unusually quiet against the floor. She offered him a small, knowing smile before she gently shut the door behind him, leaving the two of you alone.

And there you were.

Lying motionless in the hospital bed, surrounded by sterile white sheets, an IV drip hooked to your arm. Your face was pale, your breathing soft but steady. Even in sleep, you looked exhausted. He exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face as he pulled up a chair and sat beside you. For a long moment, he simply watched you, taking in every detail, like he was memorizing the simple fact that you were here. That you were alive.

"You really know how to scare me, don't you?" he muttered as he leaned forward, elbows resting on his legs, "I thought... I almost lost you out there."

He had faced war. Destruction. Loss beyond what most beings could comprehend. And the fear he had felt when he saw you lying there, choking on blood and petals, was unlike anything he had ever known. It terrified him. He glanced down at your hand, small and fragile against the stark white sheets. Carefully and almost uncertainly, he reached out, his large fingers brushing against yours before he finally gathered the courage to give them a gentle squeeze.

Even unconscious, your warmth seeped into his touch, grounding him in a way he hadn't realized he needed. He swallowed, his normally steady voice laced with something raw, "If you ever dare do this to me again..." he exhaled sharply, his grip on your hand tightening, as if afraid that if he let go, you might slip away, "I... don't think I would be able to handle it."

He paused, his gaze lingering on your face, searching for any sign that you could hear him—that his words weren't falling on deaf ears. But you remained still, lost in the depths of unconsciousness, "You are important to me. More than you could even realize." he murmured, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand in the lightest of touches, "I hope you understand that."

You've been suffering and he had failed to see it. His jaw tightened as the weight of his failure pressed down on him. How long had this been going on? How long had you been hiding this from him, hurting in silence while he remained oblivious? He should have done something. Should have stopped it before it reached this point. The image of you lying on that cold bathroom floor sent a shudder through his form.

Humans were such fragile creatures. Delicate, fleeting, so easily harmed by even the simplest misfortunes. Ratchet had known this from the moment he was first assigned to watch over you and the others. He had always been aware of how breakable you were, how a single misstep, a single moment of carelessness, could snuff out a life like a candle's flame in the wind. But this? This was something else entirely.

A sickness born not of viruses or injuries, not of war or violence but of unspoken emotions. Of love. The thought alone sent an icy dread through his systems. Love had nearly killed you. Not an enemy ambush, not a Decepticon's weapon, not some tragic accident. No— your own heart had betrayed you. Had slowly strangled the life out of you, filling your lungs with petals and blood until your body could no longer bear the weight of it.

It horrified him.

How could something so simple, so natural, be so devastating? How could the mere act of loving another be the very thing that nearly stole you away? This was a kind of suffering he had never encountered before, that he had never even considered possible. And worst of all, he had been powerless to stop it. If they hadn't found you in time, if he had been even a moment too late—

No. He refused to finish that thought. You were breathing, you survived.

"Primus..." he exhaled as he rubbed his closed eyes. His gaze drifted back to you, peaceful despite the trauma your body had endured. His hand remained uncertainly above yours, pressing his mouth into a thin, solemn line.

Cautiously, he stood from his seat, moving with carefulness that felt almost unnatural for him. He leaned over you, taking in the soft features of your sleeping face, the warmth of your skin despite the sterile chill of the hospital room. His large hand moved gently, brushing your hair away from your forehead with an aching tenderness he wasn't even sure he was capable of. He could hear the faint beep of the machines, the quiet hum of life around you but it all felt distant. The only thing that mattered was you.

His fingers trembled as they traced the soft curve of your temple, lingering there for just a bit. Then, with all the tenderness he had never dared show before, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead, "I love you." he whispered, barely able to hear his own words.

He wished, more than anything, that he could tell you this while you were awake, it had been clawing at his spark for far too long. But what good would it do now?

With a heavy sigh, Ratchet slowly pulled back, retreating to the chair beside your bed. He sank into it, yet his gaze never left you. He refused to look away. Instead, he stayed there, watching over you in the stillness of the room, silently willing you to wake up.

Unfortunately, he couldn't linger by your side for long. The war never rested and neither could he. The Decepticons wouldn't pause their schemes just because his thoughts were elsewhere, his spark was still tangled up in worry for you.

The call back to base had come sooner than he wanted, forcing him to leave your bedside far too soon. There were coordinates to decipher, patrols to monitor and the Groundbridge to manage. No matter how much he tried to focus, his processor remained clouded. His servos moved on autopilot, performing tasks he had done countless times before. But his mind was back at the hospital, replaying the last time he had seen you.

Were you comfortable? Were you in pain? Did you feel alone?

The weight of it all pressed down on him, however, duty demanded his attention. So, he did what he always did— he buried it, pushing forward with practiced efficiency, even as his spark ached.

Weeks passed in a blur of missions and repairs, distractions and restless nights. Then, finally, a transmission came through.

Good news. The best news.

You had woken up.

The instant those words reached his audials, the entire base stirred with excitement. Miko whooped loud enough to make Bulkhead flinch, Jack and Raf exchanged relieved grins and even Arcee allowed herself a small, satisfied smile. Everyone was relieved.

And Ratchet?

He didn't say anything at first, his servos still hovering over his console as he processed the information. The tension that had been coiling in his frame for weeks suddenly loosened and he allowed himself to relax. Relief flooded through him but hearing it wasn't enough. Your guardian needed to see you.

After a few more days, the long-awaited day had finally arrived. You were officially released from the hospital, free to go home at last. The time spent on recovery had been exhausting, both physically and emotionally, but now, the road ahead was open again.

Back at the base, the Cybertronians and their human allies had gathered, awaiting your arrival with eager expressions. And then, there was the old medic who was the most anxious of them all, though he'd never admit it. He stood rigid, arms crossed tightly over his chest, his servos twitching slightly with the restlessness he could no longer contain. For a long while, he had been forced to wait, to rely on second-hand updates from June and the others, unable to see you for himself.

The noise of an approaching engine broke the chatter between the team.

His optics snapped to the entrance as June's car pulled into the facility, its headlights briefly illuminating the dim space before flicking off. The second the vehicle came to a full stop, Ratchet took a single step forward, tension crackling in every joint. The door opened and there you were.

You moved carefully, stepping out of the car with a lingering stiffness in your limbs but you were standing, breathing, alive. A hesitant smile graced your lips as you looked at the group waiting for you, taking in the sight of your friends, your family.

Ratchet's entire frame seemed to settle at the sight. The stress, the worry, the sleepless nights spent replaying the memory of you collapsing in your own blood— it all faded into the background. For the first time in weeks, the tightness in his chassis loosened. Because you were finally home.

Before you had time to react, Miko launched herself at you, wrapping her arms around you in a tight embrace. The sheer force of it nearly knocked the breath out of you, "Y/N! You're here!"

"Ow— Miko, take it easy." you winced but there was a small smile on your lips as you patted her back.

She grinned, pulling away just enough to look at you, though she kept her hands on your arms as if to make sure you were really standing there, "Do you have any idea how boring it's been without you?!"

Jack stepped up, "We're so glad that you're okay." he said sincerely.

"Everyone really missed you." Rafael added, giving you a gentle hug from the side.

Your chest warmed at the sentiment. You looked down at the boy and ruffled his hair fondly, "Me too. It felt like ages since I last saw you all."

A shadow fell over you, and you turned to see Optimus stepping forward. The towering Prime moved with his usual grace, but this time, there was something softer in the way he regarded you. With great care, he kneeled, bringing himself closer to eye level, "Welcome back, young one. We are more than delighted to see you in a better state."

The others gathered around as they greeted you as well. Arcee gave you a small, relieved smirk, putting a servo on her hip, "About time you came back, kid."

Bulkhead then chuckled, "The place wasn't the same without you."

Even Bumblebee let out a series of cheerful beeps and clicks. You had missed this, more than words could express.

Despite the warmth of the reunion, one robot still hadn't spoken.

Ratchet remained where he stood, just a short distance away from his teammates. June, having noticed, walked to him. She gave him a knowing look before speaking softly, "Aren't you going to talk to them? You were the most worried out of all of us." she said, tilting her head.

He looked down at her briefly, unsurely. While remaining silent, he quickly glanced away, his jaw tightening, "I will, I'm... only wondering what to say first."

"A simple 'I'm happy that you're with us again' would be a good start." the woman replied.

He exvented sharply, shifting his weight from one pede to the other. Simple, she said. As if the past month had been anything but torturous. Still, she was right. He had spent weeks worrying, consumed by the fear of losing you and now that you were standing there, whole, he owed it to you to say something. His helm moved back to you, watching as you laughed. The sight made his spark pulse even harder.

As you chatted with Miko, a new sound reached your ears— a steady, deliberate rhythm of heavy pedesteps approaching. Curiosity piqued, you glanced up, only to see your friends subtly shifting to the side, making room. Your gaze followed the movement until it landed on a towering figure of white and orange. He moved with careful precision as if he were approaching something fragile. His optics were locked onto you and you could feel the weight of his silence, the hesitation in his frame.

Miko must have noticed, too, because she suddenly fell quiet, stepping back to give you both space. The others followed suit, retreating just enough to leave the moment to the two of you. When he came to a halt in front of you, his usual stern expression wavered. Then, with nervousness that was so unlike him, he offered a faint smile, "...Hello, Y/n."

For a bit, everything was still. The Autobots and the humans turned to you, their gazes flicking between you and the old doctor, waiting for your response.

But instead of the relief or warmth they anticipated, your brow furrowed, lips parting slightly in confusion, studying him. It didn't click.

You leaned your head to the side, your voice gentle yet confused as you asked the words that sent an ice-cold chill through the room.

"Do I know you?"

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• (Y/d) = Your designation •

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𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"Fire On Fire - Sam Smith"
00:59 ━━━●────── 04:07

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"To love is to burn,

to be on fire."

- Jane Austin -

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"Psst, hey." the Vehicon nudged his companion with an elbow.

"What?" the other responded, barely sparing a glance as he continued his work on the monitor.

"Have you noticed that beast acting... weird lately?" the first one whispered, leaning in slightly as if afraid of being overheard.

"The Predacon?" his ally finally turned to him, "No, not really. Why? Did he eat someone?"

"No, no! Not like that! He's been hanging around Commander Y/d a lot."

"So? They work together, don't they?"

"Yeah, but this is different. Yesterday, I saw him getting real touchy. Like, nuzzling his helm on top of theirs, holding servos— he even let his tail brush against them. That's not normal, right?"

"Huh... now that you mention it, I did notice something odd. He's been bringing them gifts. Little things at first, but yesterday, I saw him hand over a bunch of those weird, shiny rocks. And Y/d actually took them. No hesitation."

The first soldier's plating shivered, "You don't think...?"

A tense pause hung between them before the second Vehicon muttered, "Oh, that's just—"

"What are you two whispering about?"

Both Vehicons jolted as if they'd been struck by an electric surge. Their visors flared in alarm and in perfect sync, they snapped to attention, spinning around to face the source of the voice. Their fear was confirmed right when their gazes landed on you.

"N-nothing, Commander!" one stammered hastily.

The other quickly mirrored the sentiment, straightening so rigidly he looked like he might topple over, "Just— uh... routine patrol talk!"

"Is that so?" you mused, a knowing smirk curling at your dermas as you shifted your weight, casually leaning to the side. Your optics gleamed with amusement, taking in the way the two Vehicons stiffened under your gaze, "Because if there's any kind of gossip going around... I'd be very interested in hearing it myself."

You tapped a digit idly against your arm, studying their reactions. The way they fidgeted—one glancing at the other as if silently pleading for backup— only made it more entertaining. You let the silence stretch, watching them squirm a little longer before finally snorting, "Relax, I'm only teasing." as you patted one of them on the shoulder-pad, you strode away, waving a servo, "See you two later!"

The Vehicons were still standing there, too rattled to move, whispering nervously the instant they thought you were out of audio range. It was amusing, really. You made your way down the corridors of the warship, your thoughts still lingering on their words. He's been hanging around you a lot... touching you... bringing you things.

You had noticed it, of course. How could you not? Predaking was unlike the others— larger, stronger, more primal in nature. And yet, instead of keeping his distance like most, he had started gravitating toward you.

At first, it had been subtle. A lingering glance. A low rumble of acknowledgment when you passed by. Then it became something more— a brush of his clawed hand against your arm, a nudge of his snout when he thought no one was looking. And the gifts... strange, smooth stones and rare crystals, lovely floras and even chunks of found Energon. It wasn't ordinary behavior.

But you weren't complaining.

A familiar growl rumbled from ahead, pulling you from your thoughts. You barely had time to react before a large shadow moved into your path.

The towering form of the predacon loomed in front of you, his gaze locking onto yours as he smiled, "I have brought you a gift." he lowered his claw to you. A gemstone, deep violet with swirling veins of silver running through it. Exotic. Unusual. And undeniably beautiful.

"Another one?" you murmured as you reached out, digits brushing lightly against the gem before carefully taking it from his hold. You turned it over in your palm, studying it from different angles, "It's stunning."

His form remained steady, his expression peaceful, "It reminded me of you."

Your fingers stilled against the present and you let out a low chuckle, shaking your helm, "You're not subtle, you know that?" with a vent, you gestured for him to follow, "Come on," you said, turning on your heel, "We need to talk." you didn't need to check if he was following. You could hear the soft thud of his heavy pedes behind you, feel the weight of his presence lingering just a bit too close.

As the two of you walked in silence, he spoke uncertainly, "Have I done something wrong?"

You paused for half a step before continuing forward, your expression remaining unreadable, "No, not really." you answered, keeping your tone even. Yet, there was a weight behind your words, one that he surely picked up on.

When you reached your quarters, you keyed in the access code, the door sliding open with a faint hiss. You stepped inside first and when he crossed the threshold, you turned and pressed a button on the panel. The lock engaged with a quiet but firm click.

He turned to you and you exvented, "There are rumors." you finally said steadily and you faced him fully, "About us."

Predaking's expression didn't shift immediately, no visible shock, no amusement, no indignation. Instead, he held your gaze, his optics burning with quiet intensity. His claws twitched at his sides, the only subtle sign of movement, "What are they saying?" he questioned.

"They're saying you've taken a... particular interest in me." you answered, "That you're always near me. Bringing me things. Touching me."

"And?"

"I want to know why." you continued, quieter now, "Why me? Why the gifts? Why the attention?"

He tilted his helm, his gaze dark and considering, as if assessing you from a different angle, "Because you are mine."

The words sent a pulse through your neural circuits, striking something deep and instinctual. You felt it settle into the space between you, shifting the very air in the room. Your optics widened a bit, "Excuse me?"

Predaking took a step forward, "You are strong." he rumbled, "Respected. Different from the others. I chose you."

There was something primal in the way he said it. You studied him, searching for deception, but there was none. A part of you wanted to scoff, to brush it off as a misunderstanding. But another part, one you weren't sure you were ready to acknowledge, felt something thrumming beneath your plating, "Chosen me for what, exactly?"

He was close now. Not touching, but close enough that you could feel the faint heat radiating off his frame, "To protect, stand beside... to claim."

You stared at him, processing his words, "You... are trying to court me?"

The predacon didn't even blink, "Isn't it obvious?" you held your ground, refusing to step back even as the space between you dwindled to mere inches, "Do you think I offer gifts and watch over just anyone?"

"I thought it was instinct." you admitted finally, your tone more cautious now, "A pack mentality. A form of dominance, maybe."

He let out a soft, rumbling chuckle— low, deep and just a little amused, "It is instinct." he agreed, "But not the kind you think."

You frowned at him, "If Megatron finds out about this—"

"Are you afraid of him?" he interrupted.

The question was so direct, so unflinching, that it forced you to pause.

You glanced away, "That's not the point."

"Isn't it?" he countered smoothly, wings twitching, "If you feared him, you would not be standing here with me. You would have pushed me away long before now."

Irritation flickered through you, "I'm being careful. There's a difference. Megatron doesn't tolerate... distractions."

The predacon hummed, a deep, rumbling sound in his chassis, "Is that what I am to you?"

"You know very well I didn't mean that." you responded crossly, digits tapping impatiently against your hip, "If our leader discovers that his mighty beast has gone soft over one of his soldiers... he will be furious. There would be consequences."

The statement should have struck some kind of reaction from him, concern, doubt, maybe even fear. But he only smiled, "Do you truly believe that Megatron's wrath concerns me?"

He gently caressed the side of your face-plate and you scoffed, shaking your helm, "If it doesn't, then you're even more reckless than I thought."

"What if I am?" he put his other servo on your waist, pulling you closer.

"Then you're a fool."

"And yet, you are still standing here." it wasn't a question. It wasn't a challenge, a fact. One you couldn't deny, "I will not allow anyone to harm you." the words weren't spoken as a simple reassurance. They were a vow, а declaration. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned down, observing you from up close, his expression intense, "Not Megatron or his forces."

You giggled at that, the sound light, almost teasing, "How sweet of you."

That laugh was unlike anything else in this cold, war-ridden world. It was real and yours. And he would be lying if he said he didn't crave it. He wanted to hear it again and again.

A low rumble stirred in his chassis, something deep and instinctual, that only you brought out in him, "Would you like to be by my side as well?"

He wasn't demanding an answer, nor was he pressuring you. But he needed to know.

For a moment, you remained quiet. Not because you didn't want to answer but because of what your answer meant.

Being by his side— it wasn't a simple choice. It wasn't something fleeting, casual. It meant standing with him, no matter what. Against whatever outcomes came from this impossible thing that had sparked between you both.

Did you dare?

Your gaze softened, a small smirk tugging at your dermas, "You ask as if I haven't been by your side already."

His optics brightened, "Not like this."

The meaning behind his words sent a shiver through your frame. You shifted your weight as you looked up at him, "And if I say yes?"

"Wherever you go, I will follow. Whatever stands in our way, I will tear it down." the sheer certainty in his words made your spark stutter, every instinct screaming at you to be cautious, to think of everything that could go wrong.

But somehow, now none of that mattered. Because when you looked at him, at the way he stood there, waiting, you knew there was only one answer.

Slowly, a small, genuine smile formed on your face-plate, "Then it's settled." you murmured, "I will be by your side."

You felt the shift in his frame, the way his entire stance moved as if those words alone had solidified something deep within him. And then, as if drawn by some unseen force, he leaned in. His servo, large and powerful, yet so careful, lifted to gently cup the side of your helm. His touch was warm, grounding. His thumb brushed lightly against your plating, a silent request rather than a demand. Your own servos lifted to rest against his frame. The heat between you was undeniable, the space between you vanishing until there was nothing left.

The instant his dermas met yours, it sent a jolt through your circuits, a deep, searing warmth that spread from your spark outward. His touch was careful yet firm, as if he had been holding back for far too long, as if he had waited for this moment forever.

You melted into it, pressing closer, letting yourself fall into him, into the certainty of his presence. His grip on you tightened, protective, possessive in a way that sent another pulse of heat through you.

It was a promise. A vow.

And as his servo trailed down to rest at your waist, holding you close, his frame rumbling with the sheer force of what he felt for you, you knew there was no turning back. You had chosen each other. And no power in the universe would tear you apart.

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• (Y/n) = Your name •

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𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"Ed Sheeran - Perfect"
03:26 ────────●── 04:20

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"In all the world, there is

no heart for me like yours.

In all the world, there is 

no love for you like mine.

- Maya Angelou -

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"Y/n, c'mon! Just tell me what I did wrong!" Breakdown called out, his voice echoing with desperation as he watched you storm out of the medbay without so much as a glance in his direction.

You didn't slow down. Your boots hit the floor with heavy, purposeful steps, each one louder than the last as you made your way down the corridor. Fury radiated off you like heat, "I'm not talking to you!" you snapped over your shoulder, not caring who heard.

The mech froze in place, his spark sinking at the venom in your tone. He hadn't seen you like this before— angry, yes. Frustrated, sometimes. But this? You hadn't even looked at him. Not when he walked in, not when he called your name. Not once.

"You can't just avoid me whole day!" he yelled behind you, frustration lacing every word.

"Watch me!" you shot back coldly and turned around the corner, disappearing out his sight.

He ex-vented, hard. His massive frame trembled— not from fatigue but from the sheer effort it took to keep himself from punching a hole through the wall. Knock Out glanced up from the datapad he'd been casually scrolling through, one optical ridge arching with amusement. He didn't even have to look twice to know something was off, "Relationship troubles?"

Breakdown shot him a glare that could've melted steel but the doctor just chuckled, clearly unbothered, "Ah, so I hit the mark." he mused, setting down the pad, "Care to tell me what you did this time or are you going to keep sulking?"

The taller Cybertronian groaned, dragging a servo down his face-plate, "They won't even look at me. I walk in, they walk out. I try to talk— they shut me down."

Knock Out folded his arms, one servo tapping rhythmically as he watched him pace restlessly across the medbay, completely clueless, "Have you considered that maybe this entire situation is happening because you forgot something... important?"

His ally froze mid-step, optics narrowing as he turned to face his friend, "What are you talking about?"

"Seriously?" the cherry medic responded, dermas curling into a smirk, "You really have no idea?" 

Breakdown's expression didn't change, just a blank stare and a furrowed brow. Knock Out chuckled, low and rich, before shaking his helm in mock pity, "Oh, by the Allspark... you really have forgotten."

"Forgotten what?!"

The shiny Decepticon tapped his chin, "Let's see... does the date not ring any bells? No vague memories or nagging feeling in your spark like you should have planned something today?" he leaned in, grin widening, "You, my friend, are fragged."

Breakdown's optics widened, a flicker of confusion flashing across his faceplate before giving way to horror.

No, no, no.

"Scrap!" he cursed, the word bursting out of him like a thunderclap as his frame stiffened. His spark pulsed erratically in his chassis, like it was trying to leap out and run for cover.

Today was your anniversary.

The memory crashed into him with brutal clarity: the first time you called him 'yours' with that soft smile, the moment you'd traced his battle-worn plating with your fingertips and promised him something he'd never thought he could have— peace, trust, love. And he forgot that day. You'd been distant, cold, shutting him out and now it all made sense. You weren't just angry. You were hurt. He turned sharply to Knock Out, who stood watching the meltdown unfold with both smug satisfaction and a hint of sympathy, "I have to fix this." Breakdown said, more to himself than to anyone else.

Knock Out  casually inspected his claw, "Mmm... yes, preferably before they decide to mark the day by ending the relationship instead of celebrating it."

"You have got to help me." his friend pleaded with panic, "Please, doc. I'll do anything!"

The medic paused, "Anything, you say? Even after that little stunt you pulled the last time, when I had to buff three new scratches out of my finish?"

"I'll make it up to you!" Breakdown promised, stepping closer, "I'll cover you for your next race, wax your whole frame by hand if that's what it takes. Just... help me fix this! I can't lose them over something this stupid!"

Knock Out let out a thoughtful hum, then slowly lowered his claw and gave Breakdown a long, appraising look, "Well, if we're about to pull off a romantic miracle, you'd better start with flowers, a gift and genuine groveling."

Breakdown ex-vented in relief, already feeling like maybe he had a shot at fixing this.

"Let's get to work." said the red doctor, putting a servo on his back as they began leaving, "Before you end up with more than just a broken spark on your record."

•┈┈┈••✦ ♡ ✦••┈┈┈•

You sniffled quietly, curled up on your shared berth, the soft rustle of the blankets the only sound in the dark room. The thick layers of fabric were pulled tightly around you, cocooning your body in warmth that did little to soothe the ache sitting heavy in your chest. The berth, usually a place of comfort and safety, felt strangely hollow. Your face was half-buried in the pillow, damp from the silent tears you'd been wiping away for the last hour. 

Another wave of emotion welled up and you blinked rapidly, trying to hold it back but it still escaped in the quiet tremble of your breath. This day was supposed to feel special. You hadn't expected grand gestures or gifts. Just a simple acknowledgment. But instead, you were here, alone, blanketed in silence and disappointment. And worse, you weren't even sure if he truly understood why you walked away.

The quiet of the room was broken suddenly by rhythmic series of knocks against the large, closed door, loud enough to cut through your haze. You flinched, startled, then quickly wiped your eyes, not that it mattered— he couldn't see you from the other side, "Y/N?" came a familiar voice, low and uncertain, "You in there?"

You stared at the door, your heart tightening in your chest. Of course it was him. Who else would it be? He knocked again, softer this time, "Can we talk?"

The silence stretched as you hesitated, torn between the part of you that still wanted him near and the part that was still raw and hurting. Then you spoke, your answer muffled from beneath the blanket, "Go away."

Out of the blue, a low, mechanical hiss was heard. The door, which had been a firm barrier between you and him, slowly began to slide open with a reluctant groan. The light from the hallway spilled in like an intruder, casting long shadows across the floor and cutting through the quiet sanctuary you had built around yourself.

Your heart thudded in your chest. You didn't look up, you couldn't. You stayed buried beneath the blankets, curled tighter as if the covers could shield you from the emotions you didn't want to confront. 

Breakdown lingered just inside the doorway. The room felt smaller somehow, heavier. He could hear the sobs beneath the mound of coverings, could sense the tension like a live wire strung between you both. He feared that one wrong move might shatter what little remained between you, so he took a cautious step forward, "I know I messed up... but I don't want to leave things like this. You weren't answering and... I couldn't just stand out there like some coward pretending I didn't screw up." he closed the door behind him.

You didn't respond, however, your shoulders tensed. And he noticed, "I forgot what today was." he continued, a hint of shame creeping into his tone, "I didn't mean to. I just got caught up in— no. No excuses." he paused, letting the silence hang for a beat, "I hurt you. And I hate that I did. That I made you feel like you weren't important to me. You've been there for me in ways I never thought anyone would. And I forgot our day. The day that means something to us. And that's on me."

You stared at the wall, unmoving, but inside you felt the tightness in your chest shift. Just a little.

"I didn't come in here to beg." he added, quieter now, "I just... I needed you to know how sorry I am. And if it takes time, I'll wait. If I have to prove it every day from here on out— I will."

His heavy frame, so often a symbol of strength and intimidation, moved with an unexpected gentleness. He lowered himself beside the berth, sinking down to one knee. For a bit, he just stayed there, eye-level with your hunched form. The sight of you like that— small, closed off, hurt— hit him harder than any battle ever had. With slow, deliberate care, he reached out a large servo. 

Then, with the barest brush of contact, he let the back of one digit graze your back, trailing in a soothing motion over the curve of your shoulder, lingering briefly before tracing a gentle path down the line of your spine. His touch carried no pressure, only warmth and the silent apology he hadn't yet figured out how to say out loud, "I miss you." he murmured, "Even with you right in front of me... I miss the way you used to look at me. Like I... made you feel safe."

Your breath hitched and he felt it beneath his touch, the smallest tremble. But you didn't pull away. Just as his warmth began to fade, you felt a movement on the berth beside you, a gentle weight being placed down with careful precision. It was subtle but intentional. Curiosity nudged past the ache in your chest. Lowering the blanket just enough to peek out, your eyes still red and puffy from crying, you noticed the small collection of gifts.

A bouquet of roses, vibrant crimson and carefully arranged, rested atop a sheet of crinkled wrap. The stems were bound with a little ribbon— crooked, fraying at the edge, but tied with effort. Beside it was a modest box of chocolates, your favorite brand, the one you'd once offhandedly mentioned during a late-night session. And then, nestled against the two, was the most unexpected addition: a small teddy bear plushie, soft and squishy. It looked almost silly beside the other presents but that made it all the more precious. You reached out slowly, brushing your fingers over its velvety fabric. It was warm from his servos. You turned your head, eyes meeting his.

Breakdown didn't say anything right away. He just looked at you— vulnerable, anxious, hopeful. His optics searched your expression like he was bracing for judgment, like this small, clumsy offering might be his only chance at redemption, "I didn't know what else to do." he admitted softly, "So I brought everything I could think of what might make you smile. I know it doesn't fix what I forgot... but I needed you to know I didn't forget you."

Your grip tightened instinctively on the edge of the blanket, the soft fabric now crumpled between your trembling fingers. A choked sob slipped from your lips, "Oh, Break..." you whimpered, your eyes welling up all over again. Before you could think, you pushed the cover down and leaned forward, arms reaching out and you hugged his servo tightly to your chest. His massive, calloused servo dwarfed you but you clung to it like it was the only thing grounding you in that moment.

His fingers didn't move at first, like he was too stunned to react but then gradually, he curled them around your tiny form. You nuzzled your face against the edge of his knuckle, "You didn't have to bring me all these things." you murmured, "I just wanted to know you remembered. That I mattered."

"You do matter." he said, "More than I'll ever be able to say right. I didn't need an anniversary to remind me how much I love you... but I should've remembered it mattered to you. And for that, I'm sorry."

Lifting your hand, still trembling, you brushed away the fresh trail of tears clinging to your face, "I-I have something for you too..." you responded with a shy smile, "It's really not much..."

He blinked in surprise as you shifted, leaning over the side of the berth to reach your hidden offerings. You placed it in his waiting servo with delicate care. It was a small photo album, decorated with your initials. He opened it slowly and his optics widened. Inside were countless snapshots from your time together— some printed from cameras you'd taken. Each one was paired with tiny keepsakes tucked between the pages: a smooth, flat pebble you picked up during a rare moment of peace by a stream on a scouting mission; a delicate, pressed flower you once took on during a battle and more. Each memory was labeled with your handwriting, complete with dates, notes and little scribbled hearts. But that wasn't all.

Then, you added one more gift: a small, neatly arranged polish kit, complete with a set of microfiber cloths, a buffer and a rare container of Earth-imported wax you'd traded for weeks to get, "I figured... you've always taken care of me. So I wanted to give you something to take care of you." you said, chewing your lip nervously.

Breakdown didn't answer right away. He just stared— at the offerings, at you, then back down at the photo album. His expression frozen. In an instant, you felt yourself being lifted, carefully but swiftly, off the berth, causing a surprised yelp to escape your lips. His large servos cradled you with astonishing gentleness, as though you were the most delicate and precious thing in the entire universe. Your hands instinctively gripped the edge of his plating for balance but you weren't afraid.

He brought you up close to his face-plate, the tension that had once clouded his features was gone, replaced by a radiant, joyful grin that stretched across his face-plate like sunrise after a long, storm-filled night. He nuzzled the side of your face his metal cheek brushing tenderly against your skin. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, hear the low, steady hum of his spark pulsing just beneath his armor. It was a sound and feeling that had always calmed you, always made you feel safe... but now, it meant even more.

"I can't believe you did all that." he murmured and he pulled back just enough to look at you again, "You're the best. I don't know what I ever did to deserve you." one of his digits reached up to brush a strand of hair from your face with a delicacy that defied his size, "You didn't have to give me any of this."

You felt your throat tighten as emotion swelled in your chest. His voice cracked slightly when he added, almost sheepishly, "I was so scared I'd messed it all up... but you still thought of me. Even after everything." he held you just a little tighter, as if the idea of letting you go again was suddenly too much to bear, "I swear, I'll never forget again."

He leaned closer, his forehel resting lightly against yours, your breath mingling in the small space between you.

"I didn't do it because I had to." you replied quietly. Your hand came up to rest gently against the side of his face, thumb tracing along the edge of the smooth plating, "I did it because I wanted to. Because every one of those memories... every place, every moment... meant something to me too."

You swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears building again— this time not from sadness, but from the overwhelming love flooding back into you.

"We mess up sometimes, forget things, stumble. But at the end of the day, it's not about always getting it right. It's about showing up. Staying. Choosing each other, even when it's hard. And you came. You reminded me why I fell for you in the first place. You're kind, loyal and stronger than you even realize. You didn't forget me, you just forgot a day. But you remembered us. And that's what really matters." you leaned up slightly, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his helm, right where your hand had been, "I love you." you whispered against his plating, "Today, tomorrow and every day after that."

When you pulled back, you saw it— clear as the stars in a dark sky: the way his optics gleamed, the way his dermas parted as though stunned by the depth of your words. His servo tightened around you protective and overwhelmed all at once.

"I'm never letting you go."

Chapter Text

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"OneRepublic - Rescue Me"
01:59 ━━━━●───── 03:18

⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻

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"Coming to my rescue?"

"Of course. It's what we do. I rescue you; you rescue me.

We just take turns whenever the other needs it."

- Richelle Mead -

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"What a mess..."

You stood at the edge of a hill as your optics swept over the ruined valley below. What had once been a vibrant forest, teeming with life and lit by golden light, was now reduced to smoldering plants and splintered trees. The aftermath of the battle was silent now. No blaster fire, no shouts. Just the quiet stillness that always followed these brutal clashes between Autobots and Decepticons. It didn't matter who claimed victory. The Earth always lost.

You jumped down and crouched, brushing your digits across a patch of scorched grass, brittle and blackened beneath your touch. It broke apart like paper. You could still smell burnt wood hanging thick in the air, mixed with the faint, sickening scent of Energon.

It wasn't fair. None of it was.

They had brought their war to this planet and left nothing but scars behind. And yet, it never seemed to end. The Autobots claimed to protect, the Decepticons fought to control but all you ever saw was destruction. And it hurt because you loved this place— its trees, its rivers, its quiet corners where life still dared to thrive. Seeing it reduced to rubble again and again made something burn in your chassis. You straightened slowly, scanning the wreckage for signs of life, though you didn't know why you bothered. There were never survivors left behind. Not usually.

Until...

There was a flicker of movement.

Almost imperceptible. If you hadn't been staring in that direction already, you might have missed it entirely. You took a cautious step forward, brushing aside a fallen tree branch, spark beginning to pick up speed. And then you heard it: a low, static-laced whine. Pained. Distorted.

Seeping from beneath a tangle of fallen trees and crushed foliage was a small, glistening puddle of pale blue liquid. You recognized it immediately, that unmistakable glow, soft yet unnatural, like moonlight held in fluid form. It pooled sluggishly in a shallow indentation in the dirt, soaking into the scorched earth. And it was fresh.

The puddle rippled slightly, disturbed by something deeper beneath the tangled debris. A faint, crackling static buzzed at the edge of your hearing, almost like a broken radio, too weak to understand but there. You leaned closer, observing the shadows cast by the twisted trunks and branches.

Metal. Scratched and dented plating, dark purple and black paint barely visible below streaks of soot and grime. You saw an arm partially buried under the wrecked wood. Someone was under there and was still alive, barely. And from the angle of the body, the way it was pinned and twitching from the weight of the collapsed trees, you could tell whoever it was didn't have much longer.

Logic screamed at you to back away, to turn around and leave. This was a Decepticon. A soldier of Megatron's army. Someone who, under any other circumstance, wouldn't think twice about aiming a blaster at your chest-plate. But right now, they were buried. Helpless. And most importantly, alone. With a quiet vent to steel your nerves, you moved in. Branches cracked beneath your pedes as you knelt beside the mass of twisted trees and crumpled metal. You wrapped your servos around the thick, splintered remains of one trunk and heaved with all your strength.

The wood groaned as it shifted, dislodging slowly from the tangled mess. One by one, you dragged the fallen trunks aside. And with a final, aching shove, the last tree rolled away and the figure beneath was revealed in full.

A Vehicon.

His frame was battered beyond recognition in some places, plating bent and torn, one arm at an unnatural angle. Deep gashes ran across his torso where branches had impaled him or where shrapnel had dug in, exposing sparking internals beneath. The purple hue of his armor was dulled with drying Energon and his visor flickered weakly, casting dim pulses of red against the dirt.

He wasn't moving much. Just a faint twitch of his digits. Static crackled from a damaged vocalizer, forming half-sounds— murmurs that didn't quite become words. You found yourself frozen, staring. You had seen Vehicons from afar, always as part of an enemy force— faceless, identical, marching as one. But up close, it was different. This wasn't just a drone. He looked fragile and real. And you were the only one around who could do anything about it. You didn't move right away. You just stood there, staring at the broken soldier at your pedes. Then, with a sputter of static and a glimmer of failing energy, he stirred. His visor flared vaguely, the red glow dim and unsteady, like a dying ember in the dark. His helm turned to you.

A low, crackling sound escaped his vocalizer, "̶W̸-̴w̴h̴a̸t̶.̷.̵.̸ ̸h̶e̵r̵e̶ ̷t̴o̸ ̸f̴-̵f̸i̵n̶i̵s̴h̶ ̷t̵h̷e̴ ̷j̸o̵b̴?̶"

The words were slow, bitter, soaked in venom despite how weak he sounded. His tone was that of someone who had already accepted their fate but wasn't going to let it come quietly. You blinked, caught off guard not just by the question but by the fire behind them. It wasn't just anger. It was defiance, the last shred of dignity held onto by someone who knew they were dying and refused to beg. He tried to lift his helm further but the effort made his whole frame shudder. You saw sparks flicker along a torn line in his shoulder-pad and his visor dimmed again, "̸G̵-̶g̸o̵...̵ ̷a̸-̵a̷h̵e̸a̴d̷ ̸t̴h̷e̵n̸.̶"̸

He truly thought you were here to kill him. That you, just like the factions who used this planet as their battleground, saw him as nothing more than scrap. You crouched slowly, not touching him yet but letting him see your servos, empty and unarmed, "If I were here to kill you, you'd already be offline."

His visor flared faintly, a flicker of confusion breaking through the bitterness.

"I'm not an Autobot. And I'm definitely no Decepticon. I'm just someone who's tired of watching our kind tear each other, and this planet, apart. You're leaking Energon, your comm's probably fried and your team's long gone. You think I'd bother digging you out just to offline you?"

A soft, static-laced scoff escaped him but the anger was fading now, replaced with something else. Wariness. Uncertainty. You met his gaze head-on, "I'm not your enemy, soldier. I'm just the only one left who gives a damn whether you survive."

He let out a dry, ragged sound that might've been a laugh if it didn't hurt so much, "̸N̴e̴u̴t̸r̷a̵l̷,̸ ̸h̸u̶h̶...̷?̴"̴ he rasped, "̵D̷i̶d̷n̶'̸t̴ ̵t̶h̸i̵n̷k̴ ̷t̴-̸t̴h̸e̶r̵e̷ ̸w̵e̸r̸e̶ ̶a̸n̵y̴ ̴o̸-̷o̸f̵ ̷y̸o̴u̸ ̶l̶e̸f̴t̶ ̵t̴h̵a̸t̸ ̵h̸a̶d̴n̷'̷t̸ ̵a̵l̷r̵e̵a̷d̴y̷ ̷p̴i̴c̴k̸e̵d̷ ̸a̸ ̴s̶i̸d̶e̵...̴ ̴o̸r̸ ̶e̷n̵d̸e̷d̶ ̸u̶p̶ ̶s̴-̶s̴l̶a̴g̸g̶e̴d̵.̴"

The Vehicon shifted, a groan escaping him as pain lanced through his frame. Still, he kept his visor on you, studying you now, not just looking but seeing. You could feel the weight of it. The suspicion, exhaustion, "̶I̸'̷m̸ ̶n̵o̵t̶ ̸w̶-̸w̸o̸r̶t̶h̷ ̷t̸h̸e̷ ̵E̴n̶e̴r̴g̶o̵n̶ ̵i̶t̸'̶l̸l̶ ̸t̷-̷t̸a̴k̴e̶ ̶t̷o̸ ̷p̷a̸t̴c̸h̴ ̵m̸e̸ ̶u̵p̶.̵ ̷Y̷o̵u̴ ̶k̸n̸o̶w̵ ̸t̶h̶a̴t̷...̸ ̷r̵-̴r̶i̸g̴h̸t̸?̵"̴

There it was. A soldier left behind so many times he couldn't believe anyone would bother stopping for him now. Even as he lay broken in the dirt, his pride wouldn't let him beg for help... but his voice betrayed him. He didn't want to die. Not alone. Not like this. And now, maybe, he was wondering if you were real.

You opened your intake to respond, to tell him he was wrong, to push back against that hollow, self-destructive logic but the words never came out. Because right then, his frame shuddered violently. A sharp, static-filled crack rippled from deep within his chestplate, and his helm, once stubbornly upright despite the pain, suddenly fell to the side with a dull thud against the scorched earth, his visor slowly fading to dark.

"No— no, no, no!" you hissed, surging forward, dropping to your knees beside him. Your servos trembled as you reached out, one grasping under the edge of his chassis, the other bracing his shoulder-pad. You gave him a rough shake, desperate to see any sign of response, anything that would tell you he hadn't just slipped away right in front of you. Panic surged through you when he didn't respond, "Don't you dare-!" you slid your arms beneath his damaged torso, wincing at the groan of metal against metal.

His weight was heavier than you expected but you didn't stop pulling. His legs dragged limply through the dirt, leaving twin trails through ash and debris as you hauled him away from the shattered wreckage that had nearly buried him, "Come on!" you growled through clenched dentas, "You don't get to give up now, not after I just dug your sorry aft out of the dirt!"

You were praying, whether to Primus, to fate or just to the fading spark you hoped still flickered in his chest. Because whatever he was, Decepticon, drone, stranger, he wasn't just a nameless soldier anymore. He was yours to save now. The clearing wasn't far but every step felt like miles as you dragged his unresponsive frame through the scorched terrain. Your plating was streaked with his Energon now.

When you finally reached a spot shielded by a jagged outcrop of rock, you lowered him as gently as your shaky servos would allow. You knelt next to him, your movements fast but careful, optics scanning what remained of his armor. It was worse than you initially thought. Deep gashes along his chassis, his side was partially caved in and several wires near his neck had snapped and sparked intermittently. His systems were either failing... or had already failed. Your fingertips hovered above his main chest plating, "I will not allow you to die on me. Not like this."

Leaning over him, you placed your audio receptor closer to his chassis, straining to hear anything through the whine of damaged internal systems. A faint vibration. The sluggish churn of a spark chamber in low-power stasis. Still online. You ex-vented.

"Too many have already gone. I won't let you be next."

Your thoughts flashed to the ones you had lost— friends, comrades, those who had followed you when you declared neutrality, believing there was another path beyond endless war. Some had been caught in crossfire, others targeted for betrayal. You'd buried too many, left too many names etched into your memory and nowhere else. You would not add his to the list.

With a grunt of effort, you hooked your servo under him, lifted his body just enough to pull his arm over your shoulder. His weight slumped heavily against you, armor scraping against yours with every unsteady movement. Your other arm wrapped firmly around his waist, holding him upright. He was too far gone to stand, his legs dragging behind as you moved. You kept your grip tight, your optics locked forward, dragging him inch by inch from that haunted place.

.

.

.

The soft, irregular crackling of fire was the first thing he registered. It wasn't loud, more like a whisper, the gentle snapping of dry wood consumed by heat but in the stillness that surrounded him, it felt sharp, almost jarring.

His systems stirred sluggishly, booting up with a low hum. Every inch of his frame ached, deep, slow-burning pain that pulsed in time with a dimly thudding spark. It felt like his circuits had been run through a shredder, welded back together, then kicked for good measure. With a strained grunt, the Vehicon shifted as he forced himself upright. His joints protested. His vision blurred for a moment as his visor adjusted, shining uncertainly before stabilizing. He sat there for a second, still, disoriented, venting hard and looked at himself.

Repairs had been made. Rough ones. Quick. Field-grade patchwork meant to keep him from going offline entirely. His chassis was still dented but the worst of the damage had been sealed. His Energon flow was sluggish but stable. He shouldn't be alive. He knew that. And yet...

His gaze shifted around, finally taking in his surroundings. He was no longer on the battlefield. Instead, he found himself in a shallow cave— small, barely wide enough to fit him lying down. The walls were jagged stone, the ceiling low, sloping inward like a protective shell. A narrow entrance stood on one end, framed by hanging vines, cleverly arranged to shield the space from outside view.

Beside him, a modest fire crackled and spat occasional sparks. The heat from it licked gently against his armor, grounding him in a strange sort of comfort. Tools lay scattered near the wall— rudimentary and worn but clearly used with purpose.

With some effort, the Vehicon pushed himself to his pedes. And for a split moment, he swayed, one servo bracing against the cave wall to steady himself. His form still ached, arms heavy from damage and half-healed circuits but he forced them to move anyway. Step by step, the cave receded behind him, replaced by the soft crunch of dirt and stone beneath his pedes. He ducked beneath the hanging curtain of vines shielding the entrance and as he stepped out, the world greeted him with something wholly unexpected.

Bright light, the sun had risen above the horizon, casting warm rays across the scarred landscape. It filtered through the trees like molten gold, touching everything with a softness that felt entirely new to him.

And then... he saw you.

You were by the clear lake's edge, frame bathed in morning illumination. You were bent down, your posture relaxed, quietly scrubbing your servos clean. You didn't seem to notice him at first. You looked... tired. But calm in a way he wasn't used to seeing in anyone anymore. It was strange. Peaceful, even. He shifted his weight, a twig snapping underfoot. Your helm turned instantly, optics locking onto him.

For a second, neither of you moved. The wind stirred the surface of the water, rippling light across your plating. You stared at him as he stood there, awkward and stiff. You got up slowly, letting the cool water run off your servos as you turned to face him fully. A dry smirk tugged at the corner of your intake as you looked him over, "You were out for a full solar cycle. Didn't think you'd boot back online so soon, guess you're more stubborn than you look."

His visor glowed as he stood, still as a statue. Thinking as he glanced down, holding his arm, rubbing it in an unsure manner. The awkward hush stretched between the two of you. But then, he decided to finally speak up.

"Why?"

Confused, you blinked, "Why... what exactly?"

"You saved me." he answered, "You dragged me out, patched me up, watched over me. No one does that for free, not for a drone like me. I'm just a footsoldier. You must want something in return."

A deep vent escaped you. Of course he would be suspicious of your actions. You just kept your gaze on him, seeing what war had left behind. A mech built to obey, abandoned when he fell and now too used to pain to recognize kindness without suspecting a trap.

With slow movements, you stepped closer, "You really think I'd haul your half-scrapped aft across a battlefield, weld your internals back together with my own servos and sleep beside a dying fire for a full cycle just to ask you for... favors?" you arched an optical ridge, voice cool but steady, "I didn't save you because I wanted something, I saved you because no one else did. Because I've seen too many sparks gutter out for nothing. And you're not just some mindless drone. At least... not to me, you aren't. You have a spark, a living soul, just like me."

The wind stirred gently around the two of you, brushing through the trees and across the mouth of the cave. The lake behind you rippled softly, catching sunlight on its surface like molten glass.

He lifted his helm and you could see the subtle change of his frame, the way his shoulders, once drawn tight with distrust, had eased. You smiled at him, genuine and small. He stared at you for a second longer, as if trying to process you, really see you. Until, he shook his helm and looked to the side apprehensively, "...You shouldn't have done that." he responded, as if ashamed of the truth of it, "Shouldn't have wasted your time on me. I wasn't meant to be saved."

The words came out flat, like a script recited too many times. Like something beaten into him by repetition, until he no longer questioned it, "We're not really designed to survive. Built in batches. Sent into the field. We fall and another unit replaces us. No one looks back and cares. That's the point... and when I hit the ground back there, I thought that was it. Just another drone offline. Another body rotting in the dirt." a faint tremor ran through his frame, "And maybe that's what I deserved."

He finally looked up at you again. Not defensive anymore. Just exposed.

"But then you came. You didn't know me. You didn't owe me. But you pulled me out anyway." he stepped ahead, "You risked yourself and stayed. You looked at me like I mattered... and I don't know what to do with that."

Your spark ached as you searched his visor, pressing your dermas before speaking, "You weren't meant to be anything but disposable. I know." you said it not with judgment but with a shared grief, "They built you for war and programmed you not to question your place in it. They never expected you to survive long enough to wonder who you are beyond the armor." you lifted your servo, thumb brushing lightly across the dented plating of his arm, "But they don't get to decide your worth."

He stood frozen, tense at your touch. No one else made him feel that way before. It wasn't violent, cruel or demanding. It was entirely new and... tender. He stared down at the servo on his arm, then slowly lifted his gaze back to you.

"...ST3V3."

"Hm?"

"That's... my designation. But my friends used to call me Steve."

It was the barest trace of a name. Not much. But it was his. Something unmanufactured and personal. You beamed, "Oh, so you do have a name after all?" your voice was light, teasing on the surface.

No one had called him that in a long time. Long enough he'd almost forgotten it belonged to him. But hearing it in your voice? It probably sounded wonderful.

You ex-vented slowly, turning your gaze toward the horizon, "I'm afraid I can't stay here much longer." you looked back at him, optics meeting the glow of his visor. He stood quietly, as if he knew what you were about to say but still needed to hear it, "The conflict between the Autobots and Decepticons is intensifying and this region's become nothing but a battleground due to their... foolishness. I've stayed hidden long enough to avoid getting dragged into their war but even a neutral can only remain a ghost for so long. Especially here. Whatever comes next... I won't force it on you."

There was no command in your tone. No expectation. Only the rare, delicate gift of freedom, "You get to decide what to do with the rest of your life. If you choose to return to your Lord, seek redemption among the Autobots or want to disappear and stay hidden, I won't stop you." you took one step back, giving him space, "It's your spark, Steve. Your future. For once... you get to choose it."

And with that, you turned away. Your steps were quiet across the uneven earth, armor glinting in the soft light as you moved, neither hesitating nor rushing, simply allowing the silence to carry your unspoken message: his path was no longer yours to shape.

Steve remained rooted in place, staring after you, visor dim as he watched you leave. He turned his helm, gaze sweeping over the terrain around him. He was standing here, alive when he shouldn't be, staring down the terrifying expanse of freedom. His servos twitched at his sides as the thoughts clawed up from the depths of his core.

If he went back to the Decepticons... what would be waiting for him? Discipline for failure. Mistrust. He would be reassigned, repurposed, reduced back to the expendable role he'd just barely escaped. If they even wanted him back. And the Autobots? He nearly scoffed at the idea. They'd never trust a Vehicon. To them, he was just another drone, a weapon that had aimed itself at their sparks too many times. They wouldn't see him, not really. Just the insignia he used to wear.

He didn't even know if he wanted to fight anymore. What was the point of all the violence, orders and deaths? None of it had brought meaning. None of it had made him feel like more than a piece of broken programming doomed to loop through war until he offlined for good. And yet... he didn't want to be alone. He didn't want to vanish, forgotten in the margins of a war that had never cared for his survival.

What he did want... was you.

The one who saved him. Who touched him so gently and spoke to him like he mattered. And now you were leaving because you respected him enough not to make the decision for him. A tight, conflicted sound escaped his vocalizer, half a sigh, half a growl of frustration at the war inside his spark. Then his pedes shifted. A small movement. Tentative. But toward you.

Your pedes pressed softly into the mossy ground as you made your way through the thinning trees, not looking back. You meant what you said— this choice had to be his and his alone.

To your surprise, a voice cracked behind you, "H-Hold on!"

It was raw, almost desperate— like the words had burst out of him before he'd had the chance to think twice. You stopped immediately, helm tilting to the side. He was a few meters away, posture tense, shoulders stiff. His helm was focused on you and though there was fear of rejection, weakness, not knowing what came next— there was hope too. His servos flexed, then stilled, as if the words building inside him were fighting against the lifetime of conditioning that told him to stay silent, to obey, to not feel. But you waited. You didn't rush him. You simply stood there, still and open, letting him know that you would listen when he was ready.

A beat passed. Then another. Finally, he approached you, his tone a low, uncertain rasp, "...I don't know what I'm doing." it came out quieter than he'd intended, as though admitting it too loudly might shatter what little resolve he had. His visor dipped for a moment, unable to hold your gaze, "I've... never had a choice before." his vents hitched and you could almost hear the bitterness, softened now by something far more fragile, "Never had to think about what I wanted. I just... followed orders."

He lifted his helm, the flickering light behind his visor catching yours again, "But... I know what I want now. And that is... to stay with you."

Your optics widened, surprised by the quiet intensity in his tone. But he didn't stop. The dam had broken and everything he'd held in for cycles came spilling out— not rehearsed or elegant, just true, "To protect you and survive with you. I know I'm not the strongest fighter. I was never made to lead or shine on the battlefield but..." he stepped closer, emotion trembling behind his voice, "I will try. I'll give everything I have to keep you safe. I owe you—"

"You don't need to do that." you said gently.

"I want to." he responded in an instant, "...Please. Let me come with you. I promise I won't slow you down or be a burden. I can pull my weight— I will. I just... I don't want to be alone. No one else has ever seen me like you do. No one else understands me. If I let you go now... I don't know if I'll ever find that again."

He wasn't asking to be saved again. He was asking to live. With you.

Delicately, you reached out and grabbed his servo into yours. His digits trembled under your touch but he didn't pull away, "Steve." you said his name with such softness it made him melt from the inside. He wanted to hear more of it, "You don't have to prove yourself to me. You already have. I didn't save you so you'd owe me anything. I saved you because you're worth saving. But if you want to stay..." you paused as you smiled a little, "Then I'd like that. I'd like that very much."

He stared at you, completely still for one long moment. You felt the faintest tremor pass through his frame— a shiver of something he hadn't let himself feel in a very, very long time. Then, slowly... his servo turned beneath yours and gripped it back. Your spark felt lighter than it had in vorns, "I was alone for so long..." you murmured, voice tinged with the ache of memory but not swallowed by it, "I could really use a company."

The look on your face-plate, the quiet acceptance in your tone... it meant more than any oath ever could. He moved in just a little closer, slowly, cautiously, as if testing the space now granted to him. When you didn't withdraw, when you only tilted your helm toward his in return, he released a quiet, almost disbelieving vent.

"...Thank you."

He leaned forward, helm bumping softly against yours, a tentative gesture but one full of meaning. He allowed himself to relax into the contact. Your optics dimmed slightly in quiet affection and you let your own helm rest gently against his. Two weary souls, battle-worn and bruised, finding peace not in the end of the war... but in each other. No more words were needed.

The road ahead would be long. Uncertain. But now, neither of you would walk it alone.

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• (Y/n) = Your name •

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"Maroon 5 - Memories"
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"Do I know you?"

The words slipped from your mouth before you could stop them. They hung in the air like a dagger, sharp and cruel in their unintentional honesty. Silence followed. Heavy. Stifling.

Everyone stared at you.

Miko was the first to break it, bursting out with a startled laugh that echoed too loudly in the base, "Hoo, boy!" she wiped at her eye with the back of her hand, "That sure was a good one."

"Um... I don't think they're joking." Rafael said quietly.

The young girl scoffed, "Of course they are! Right, Y/n? Tell him you're messing with us." she nudged your arm with a grin that faltered as she searched your eyes for a trace of recognition.

"I..." you shifted your weight, hands tightening at your sides., "I'm sorry. I really don't think I've ever... seen him before."

Miko's face fell. The silence returned— this time heavier than before. Jack stepped forward slowly, his voice gentle, almost cautious, "... Are you sure? You don't remember Ratchet? Nothing at all?"

You blinked, heart pounding under the weight of their stares, "Am I supposed to?"

"Of course you are!" Miko cried with desperation, "That's Ratchet! Docbot! You two were always together, more than anyone else here! You practically lived in the medbay! You—"

"Miko." June interrupted softly, "Give them some space."

She huffed, crossing her arms. Behind them, Arcee turned slowly, as if sensing something wrong. Ratchet hadn't moved. He stood a little distance away, completely still. His optics were focused on the floor.

"Doc?" she asked quietly.

Optimus and the rest turned to him and the Prime stepped forward, "Old friend? Are you alright?" his tone was low, laced with concern. He reached out but the medic recoiled. He backed away sharply, nearly stumbling over. His optics flicked wildly— at anywhere but you.

Bumblebee made a move to steady him but Ratchet raised a servo, "I need to..." his voice was strained, rough, "I need a moment."

And without another word, he turned and walked away. The sound of retreating metal footsteps echoed long after he vanished around the corner. No one moved. No one spoke. You stood there, frozen in place. A sense of aching guilt clawed at your chest, even though you didn't know why. Bumblebee let out a low series of mournful beeps. The sounds were barely audible but the emotion in them was unmistakable.

You took a hesitant step forward, your throat tightening, "Did I... do something wrong?" 

Bulkhead's large, armored hand rubbed awkwardly at the back of his neck— a gesture of discomfort that was all too human, "Nah, kiddo. You didn't do anything. He just needs, uh-.... time to think."

Optimus crouched down to your level, "We've been through a lot with you. Fought beside you. Laughed. Worried. You reminded us that humanity, though young compared to our kind, possesses a resilience we greatly admire. And Ratchet..." the older leader paused, "He may not have said it aloud but you meant more to him than anyone ever has in a very long time."

You looked up at him, confused, "So... he's hurting?"

He met your eyes again, "Ratchet does not open his spark easily. He keeps his emotions behind logic, behind duty. But you..." he hesitated for a moment, choosing his words with care, "You were an exception."

With a slight frown, you stared down, shame surrounding you like a fog.

"This is none of your fault." he reassured, "Memory may fade but the mark we leave on others... remains."

You focused on him, struggling to reconcile the image of the broken, retreating medic with the idea that he once let you so deeply into his world, "Will he be okay?" 

Optimus was quiet for awhile, his gaze drifting toward the corridor Ratchet had disappeared, "I believe, in time... he will be. But healing does not come swiftly to those who have already endured so much loss."

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A few weeks passed.

Life at the Autobot base slowly settled into its normal routine. You spent your days with the kids, missions came and went, the Decepticons remained a looming threat but the little moments in between, the shared meals, late-night chats and the occasional peaceful evening, brought back a rhythm you could cling to. You felt... almost at home again.

Almost.

Because one member of the team never quite joined in.

While the others welcomed you back into their lives with cautious optimism, Ratchet kept his distance as if an invisible wall stood between you. A wall you couldn't see but could feel every time you entered a room and he subtly turned away. Every time your voice reached out to him and he responded with only clipped, impersonal words. Every time you tried to breach the space between you, he deflected, dodged and buried himself deeper into his work.

At first, you thought it was just coincidence. That he really was busy. He was the team's only medic, after all, the one who patched up the other Autobots after battle, who maintained the Groundbridge, who kept the entire base functioning like a finely tuned machine. But as the days turned into weeks, the pattern became unmistakable.

You'd walk into the control room to say hello and he'd mumble something about needing to recalibrate the energon scanners. You'd catch him in the hallway and try to start a conversation, only for him to excuse himself before you could get a full sentence out. Once, you lingered near his workspace just to ask how he was doing and he didn't even look at you— just muttered that he was 'occupied with something critical' and went back to typing at a screen filled with unreadable Cybertronian script. You stopped trying as much after that. But you never stopped noticing.

Whenever you were with the others, your eyes would drift, inevitably, toward the corner of the base where Ratchet always seemed to be. Hunched over consoles. Running diagnostics. Fiddling with tools that didn't need fixing. He rarely left that space. He didn't offer sarcastic remarks. He barely spoke unless it was necessary. And always, always, there were the lines of exhaustion etched into the way he moved, the sluggish pace of his steps, the slight tremble in his servos when he thought no one was watching. But you watched. You saw a mech breaking down in silence. Carrying something heavy and refusing to let it show. And still, you wondered... was he avoiding you because you forgot him?

One day, you found yourself standing alone on the shadowed edge of the corridor that led to the main control room. From where you stood, half-concealed by the curve of the wall, you could see him, buried in his usual spot at the work area. You watched him in silence. 

He hadn't noticed you or maybe he had and chose not to react. You wanted to speak to him. You had tried before. But the wall he kept up had only grown higher. And each time you were met with cold avoidance, it chipped a little more at your courage.

That's when you heard the steady sound of large and heavy pedes behind you, "Is everything alright, young one?" Optimus questioned calmly. He stood behind you, tall and composed, his presence somehow both reassuring and overwhelming.

You swallowed hard, eyes still fixed on the medic who hadn't looked up once in over an hour, "...Does he hate me that much?" you asked quietly, your voice trembling despite your effort to keep it steady. You could feel the Prime's gaze shift, not just to Ratchet but also to you.

"No." he responded, "He does not hate you."

"Then why does it feel like he does?"

"Because to him... you're not a stranger. Not even close."

You finally turned to look up at him, brows furrowed.

"He distances himself not out of anger but out of pain. He remembers everything you've forgotten and he carries that absence like a wound that will not close. Every word you speak to him as if it were your first... reminds him that it is not."

You glanced back at Ratchet as the old leader continued, "He stayed by your side and watched you grow weaker, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop it. And when the operation was the only choice left, he was the one who agreed to it, knowing it would save your life."

Silence fell between you. And suddenly, the medic who had seemed so cold, so distant... didn't look quite so indifferent anymore. He looked lonely. Exhausted in more ways than just physically. Trapped in a memory only he still carried. Your heart ached, not from remorse but from the terrible sadness of knowing someone was grieving a version of you that no longer existed, "...Then what do I do?"

Optimus's gaze softened, "Perhaps, you begin again. One step at a time. Just as you did before, though the path may be different now."

You nodded slowly, gaze fixed on the medic, who still hadn't noticed you standing there. Or maybe he had, just didn't know how to face you. You clenched your hands and took a shaky breath. Slowly and nervously, you stepped forward.

"H-Hey, Ratchet..." you called out, your voice faltering halfway through, "How... how are you?"

Nothing. The only response was the tapping sound of his digits flying across the console. Still, you tried again, fiddling with your fingers, "Look, I... I'm sorry. For everything. Everyone keeps telling me it's not my fault but... I still feel like it is." you took another step closer, cautiously, "I just... I don't want it to stay like this. I want to fix it, if I can. I want to try. If we were so close, then I believe we can be close again, too. We just have to start over. Take a chance." you smiled weakly, "M-Maybe I can even remember something. If I spend more time with you—"

"Enough."

You flinched, moving back as Ratchet stared down at the console. He turned around to face you, optics burning with annoyance... sorrow, "You think you can just come back here, smile and pretend this is some kind of reboot? Like all it takes is a few conversations and— what? We'll pick up where we left off?!"

The voice climbed higher, louder, more broken, "You say it's not your fault? Maybe it's not." he snapped, stalking closer, towering over you with unrelenting intensity, "But that doesn't change the fact that I watched you waste away! You were on the floor, choking on petals, and I... I had to let them cut you open."

He shifted away for a brief second, chest heaving, "I'm not avoiding you. I'm mourning you. You died that day and now I'm stuck staring at a version of you that doesn't know what we had. That doesn't even feel the echo of it!" then he took a step back, fists still shaking, "You want to fix this?" he questioned, quieter now but far more venomous, "You can't. Because the person I cared about is gone. I'm the one who remembers everything. And that's the cruelest part." 

"You're just a ghost in their place."

The air in your lungs turned cold. Your chest tightened painfully and before you could stop yourself, hot tears began to spill down your cheeks. You let out a small, broken sob and put a hand over your mouth to stifle it. You took a step back, then another— your form trembling, breath hiccupping. Then, without another word, you turned and bolted out of the room, the pounding of your footsteps resonating through the base.

You passed Optimus in a blur as he stood just outside the entrance to the control room. His optics widened at the sight of you— tear-streaked, breathless, shattered. He turned his helm, watching as you disappeared down the corridor, your sobs trailing behind you. Then, slowly, he turned to face the source.

Ratchet remained near the console, his shoulder-pads squared but rigid. The Prime stepped in, the unexpected noise of approaching pedes causing the doctor to direct his attention. The old mech immediately froze in place at the sight of his leader, "How much did you hear?" 

"All of it." he replied evenly as he halted, looking down at his friend, "In fact... I was the one who encouraged them to finally speak to you."

"You knew what they were going to say," Ratchet muttered bitterly, "And you let them walk into this mess anyway?"

"I did. Because they deserved a chance to be heard. And so did you."

The medic scoffed quietly, turning away again, his servos braced against the console like it was the only thing holding him up, "I didn't mean to yell." he murmured, "I didn't mean to... hurt them. I just..."

His words failed him. For all his intellect, all his wisdom, Ratchet couldn't find the language for the pain he'd been carrying. So it came out twisted, sharp, cruel.

Optimus watched him for a second, the silence between them weighted with decades of shared battles and burdens. Then he moved closer, "You did mean what you said. But the way you did it... that was not you."

Ratchet's jaw tightened, "You don't know what it's like." he rasped, looking at him, "To watch someone you love disappear— while they're standing right in front of you."

Prime's expression didn't change but something in his optics dimmed, "You're not the only one who's ever had to let go of someone they cared for, old friend."

His teammate looked away again, face-plate etched with exhaustion and anguish, "I don't know how to fix this." he admitted, "I'm a medic— I fix things. But this..."

"This isn't something you fix. It's something you learn to live with. Or, if you're brave enough, something you rebuild."

Ratchet said nothing, eyes locked on the screens as if they might hold the answers he couldn't find in himself.

"Go to them." the leader added gently, "Not as who you were... but as who you are now. Let them see the parts of you they've forgotten. Let them learn to care for you again."

"...After what I've done, they probably won't even look at me again."

"Try." the Prime responded as he simply rested a servo on Ratchet's back, "Even if you think it's hopeless and it hurts."

The doctor closed his optics, drawing in a long, shuddering breath through his vents. Optimus's voice softened, "We must be thankful that Y/n is still here with us. Their life is the miracle we almost lost. That is what matters most. Not what was taken... but what remains."

"Memories can be rebuilt." he said, "They may never return exactly as they were. But connection can be forged anew. If you're willing to reach for it. However, if you let fear and guilt chain you to this place... if you stay here, behind these walls, punishing yourself— then you'll truly lose them. Not because they forgot you... but because you chose not to remind them who you are."

Optimus, as if sensing that words had done all they could, stepped back. His hand fell from Ratchet's form as he turned, heavy pedes reverberating through the large room as he walked away, the sound fading slowly into the distance. Ratchet looked over his shoulder-pad, watching him disappearing down the corridor. The medic stood alone in the stillness of the lab, his reflection staring back at him from the dark screen of the offline monitor. Haunted by your voice. Your tears. And a choice that could no longer be put off.

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Ratchet had been driving nonstop for hours, his engine humming low with frustration, worry and panic. The sun had long since risen over the dusty outskirts of Jasper, casting long shadows across the highway as he tore through every familiar street, alley and side road. He'd searched everywhere he thought you might be. Your house, work, the usual place where you and the kids often gathered to talk or goof off on weekends. Nothing.

The wind howled around him, carrying dust across the red desert ground as the sky stretched on, pale and cloudless— merciless in its stillness. He hit the school, the gas station, the comic book shop Rafael liked, even the small arcade near the town center. Any place you had ever mentioned in passing. Any place that might hold a piece of the person you used to be. Each time, he came up empty.

As the day wore on, his disturbance twisted tighter around his spark. He pushed his engine harder, ignored the warnings flashing on his internal diagnostics. He didn't stop to recharge, to think. He couldn't— not when every moment you were missing, every second of your absence, burned like acid beneath his plating.

Regret clawed at him with every passing mile.

The sky had dipped into hues of orange and soft lavender by the time he neared the familiar path between the twin hills just beyond the town's edge. The sun was melting behind the horizon, casting golden light across the land, making the jagged rocks and sparse desert foliage glow with a surreal warmth.

It was quieter out here. Quieter than anywhere else he'd searched. And yet... something about this place tugged at him. Then, just beyond the bend, the lake came into view. A place where he had learned to exist outside of duty. Because of you.

And right after that —he saw it. A figure, small against the backdrop of water and stone. Hunched near the shore. He immediately eased his engine, slowing as though even the vibration of his approach might shatter the fragile moment.

From a distance, he could see you sitting on the ground, your knees pulled close to your chest. One hand rested against your leg while the other absently tossed small pebbles across the surface of the lake. Each stone danced across the water before sinking with a soft plop, lost beneath the ripples. You looked... worn.

Not physically but emotionally, your posture betrayed everything. You were slumped, folded in on yourself, as though trying to become smaller. Invisible. Like the pain inside had grown too heavy for your body to carry upright anymore.

He halted behind a cluster of boulders and transformed. His spark pulsed painfully in his chest as he watched you.

How...?
How could you possibly know this place?

If all memories of him were lost, if the disease and the surgery had wiped him clean from your mind, how had you found this place? The one that used to be yours and his alone? Hesitantly, he walked onward, careful not to scare you. You were just about to toss another pebble when the sound of his tone, low and tentative, broke the air behind you, "Y/n?"

You startled violently, gasping as your entire body jerked at the sudden voice. Your fingers loosened, dropping the stone. Whipping around, your eyes widened in surprise and alarm at the towering orange-and-white mech now standing only a few paces away. You scrambled to your feet with a nervous stammer, "S-sorry! I—I didn't think anyone else knew about—"

"You remember this place?"

The question left your mouth open... but nothing came out at first. You looked away, eyes darting toward the lake as if searching for the answer in its shimmering surface, "I do... but I don't how. It just... feels familiar. Like home, somehow." you hugged your arms around yourself, "I probably should go. I didn't mean to intrude. I won't get in your way—"

"Stay." his voice cracked as he cut you off. It wasn't a command, it was a plea. You looked up at him again, brows furrowed, caught off guard.

"Please, I need to talk to you."

The wind stirred the grass around your ankles, carrying the scent of lake water and earth. Shyly, you nodded and sat back down on the rocky surface. He lowered himself to the ground beside you, the metal of his frame groaning in protest as he settled into a sitting position— still massive, yet somehow smaller than usual. His optics were fixed on the lake in front of you, the dying sunlight reflecting off its surface in soft ripples of gold and crimson, "I owe you an apology." he started, "For... everything. Especially for how I spoke to you earlier."

You turned to him, lips parting to protest, "Ratchet—"

"No." he cut in gently, "I won't deny the truth. I treated you... horribly. From the day you returned. I pushed you away. I ignored your efforts. I kept my distance and acted as though you were a stranger when, in truth, I was the one who didn't know how to face you anymore."

He paused, his servos tightening on his knees, digits curling inward with quiet restraint, "When you lost your memories, it felt like I'd lost you completely. Not just the you I cared for— no, the you who used to laugh at my grumbling, who would fall asleep near my work place just to be close, who knew when to talk and when to sit in silence. You were... my everything.... And when that everything vanished, I panicked."

"I told myself that giving you space was the right thing to do. That I was protecting you from something you no longer remembered wanting. But the truth is... I was protecting myself. From the pain and grief of seeing your face and not finding recognition in your eyes. From the reminder that, for you, everything we had... was gone. ... And I lashed out. I buried myself in work. I pretended I didn't care. But I did. I do. And I'm sorry, Y/n. I'm so sorry."

You sat in stunned silence, watching the hardened old medic bare himself more openly than you'd ever seen. Ratchet continued to stare at his reflection with hatred, "You didn't deserve my coldness. You didn't ask to forget. And I had no right to punish you for something beyond your control. I just... didn't know how to start over. Without you."

He let out a hard, shuddering vent, one that sounded as though it came from somewhere deep inside him, from a place he rarely let anyone see, "The truth is... I loved you." he paused, the quietness that followed stretching around you, thick and deafening, "I still do. Deeply."

Your eyes widened. The world seemed to go utterly motionless.

"When I found out you felt the same way... It was in the cruelest way imaginable. That cursed, twisted condition. You nearly died because of what you felt for me— feelings you never even had the chance to say out loud. And when I learned the truth... it broke me."

"I thought... I thought Primus was punishing me. For all my failings, every mistake I've made over the centuries, every life I couldn't save. For the arrogance, the temper, the times I chose duty over spark."

"And so, when you woke up with no memory of me... when all that pain had been cut away to save your life... I thought maybe that was your second chance. A clean slate. Free from what I had burdened you with. But I didn't realize that by pushing you away, I was punishing you, too."

His frame shook, words cracking from deep agony, "I'm sorry I failed you, Y/n. I don't know if your memories will ever come back. I don't know if your feelings will, either. But I needed you to know the truth."

Silence blanketed the space amongst you both, thick and trembling, like the quiet that comes before a storm or after a confession too big for words. Your hands were clenched tightly in your lap, your heart beating hard. You stared at him, this mech who sat before you, not as a warrior, not as a medic, but as someone aching. Someone who had held onto too much for too long, who had loved you enough to break his own spark to keep you alive.

You opened your mouth, then closed it again, unsure how to shape the whirlwind of emotion tightening your chest, "I... I don't remember what we had."

Ratchet's optics darkened, almost bracing himself.

"But I felt something." you continued, firmer now, "When I came here— I didn't know why but my heart led me to this place. It felt like I belonged here. Like someone had left a part of themselves behind... waiting."

"I don't know what I said to you or how we used to be. But I know that every time I saw you, even when you were cold and distant, I didn't feel afraid. I felt drawn to you. And I hated that you wouldn't look at me. But I never... stopped wanting to know you. I can't promise I'll remember but I want to rebuild whatever we had, together. Even if it takes time and it's different. You gave up so much to keep me alive... and I think I'm only just starting to understand what that means."

Ratchet's focus directed to your small form, looking at you in disbelief. You only smiled in return, "Even if we have to start over from the beginning, I want you in my life."

You sat in silence for a second, rubbing your arm, "I'm sorry I can't say it back. Not because I don't believe you. Or because I don't feel anything. I just... I'm not there yet. But I will be. I know I will." you offered a faint, hopeful glance, "I understand now. Why we were close. Why I must have trusted you so deeply. You're... amazing, Ratchet. You care so much, even if you pretend not to. You're strong, smart and stubborn as hell— but I can see how deeply you feel everything. How much you try to protect everyone, even when it hurts. So no... I would never be mad at you. Not for any of it."

The mech's helm shifted, as if overwhelmed by the emotion he refused to show. He turned away, casting his gaze over the tranquil lake.

"It's where we met."

"What?"

"This location." he clarified, "This is where we first encountered each other. You were beyond frightened at first and I was mad at myself for letting being discovered by a random human. But with time... you started asking questions. Endlessly. I remember thinking you were... insufferably curious. But even then, I knew you were different."

You giggled quietly, imagining it— your past self, bold and wide-eyed, stepping up to a towering alien being without a shred of hesitation.

"I didn't run?" you asked softly.

"You smiled." he replied, turning to meet your gaze, "And said something about my 'weird-looking eyebrows'."

A real laugh escaped you this time, short and breathy but genuine, "Sounds like me."

Ratchet let out a low chuckle, the closest you'd heard from him since you'd returned, "Of all the things you could have said to an alien being from another planet, you chose to criticize my facial design."

"I was making conversation!" you protested with a grin, "Besides, it was probably a compliment in my own, weird way."

"Mm." he hummed, feigning skepticism, though you caught the faint twitch at the edge of his mouth.

You tucked your knees to your chest, still smiling as you looked back toward the lake, "Do you think... we can start over?" you questioned, not looking up at him, weren't sure you could. Your gaze remained fixed on the horizon, anxiously waiting for his answer.

His servo moved, until it hovered near your side. Not quite touching— a silent offer, not a demand, "If you're willing to try," he continued quietly, "Then so am I."

You stared at his servo, the size of it dwarfing yours. You hesitated only for a breath, then reached out and placed your hand against the cool, worn metal. It was like touching both a memory and a beginning at the same time.

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𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"James Arthur - Say You Won't Let Go"

03:01 ━━━━━━━━● 03:30

⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤㅤ↻

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"We will meet again

with the love we left

for another lifetime."

- Dhiman -

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It was strange, yet comforting at the same time. You never thought you would have such a strong bond with anyone... especially not with a giant alien robot from another world. Somehow, though, being with Starscream felt natural, like it was always meant to be.

Even though he acted like a jerk sometimes, you knew deep down that he cared for you just as much as you cared for him. He just had a different way of showing it. His affection didn't always come in soft words or gentle gestures, in fact, most of the time it came hidden behind sarcasm, sharp remarks or his dramatic attitude. But in those rare moments when his guard slipped, when his tone softened or his actions spoke louder than his words, you could see the truth. For all his pride and sharp edges, his feelings for you were real.

But your human biology often left him completely baffled. For all his intelligence and sharp wit, there were things about your body he simply couldn't wrap his processor around. He would sometimes stretch out beside you, wings twitching as he fired off question after question— your heartbeat, your need for sleep, even something as simple as why your skin bruised so easily. His curiosity was endless, though it wasn't always subtle. At times he seemed genuinely fascinated, almost in awe of how fragile yet resilient you were. Other times, his sharp features twisted in visible disgust, as if the idea of organic functions was too strange or messy for him to comprehend. Still, no matter how amazed or horrified he seemed, you could tell he was trying to understand you in his own awkward way.

Today was one of those rare times when Starscream decided to visit you at your home. He always came by whenever he wasn't weighed down with missions or called upon by his leader. And Megatron... well, you despised him. Whenever Starscream sat with you, it didn't take long for the complaints to start spilling out of him. He would pace, ranting about his master's lack of appreciation or the latest humiliation he had suffered.

Other times he would simply sit at your side, vents hissing with frustration as he vented everything to you, knowing you would listen. You were the only one he trusted enough to see that vulnerable side. No one else in the Decepticons knew about you— and that was exactly how he wanted it. The thought of them discovering your existence made him tense with fear. He didn't even want to imagine what Megatron would do if he found out. You were his secret, his safe place, and he would do anything to keep you hidden and safe from the war that consumed his world.

Now, you lay stretched out on your bed, the two of you talking about anything and everything just to keep his mind distracted. The topics drifted from meaningless little things to stories about your day and though he sometimes scoffed or rolled his optics, you knew he was listening, because your voice calmed him more than he would ever admit out loud.

You were especially grateful for his ability to mass displace. With his frame scaled down to a size that fit inside your room, you could curl up close against him. He wasn't the type to admit to wanting comfort but the way his wings dipped and the tension left his frame told you everything you needed to know.

Lying there together, your bodies so different yet fitting so easily side by side, you couldn't help but think how strange and perfect it was to be able to hold him like this. Your head rested gently against the smooth plating of his chassis, the faint hum of his spark thrumming steadily beneath your ear like a heartbeat far stronger than your own. The sound was oddly soothing, grounding you in the reality that this giant, sharp-edged mech was here with you, allowing you closer than he'd ever allow anyone else.

Absentmindedly, your fingers traced along the jagged ridges of his digits, playing with the points as though they were nothing dangerous at all. To anyone else, they might have seemed menacing, weapons in their own right, but to you they were simply his hands— a part of him you adored. He allowed the touch without complaint, letting you explore the angles and lines at your leisure.

Meanwhile, his other servo hovered with surprising gentleness above your head, taloned fingers threading carefully through your hair. He didn't say anything while he did it and you knew he probably never would— Starscream was never one for easy words of affection— but the motion spoke volumes. Each slow, cautious stroke through your hair was as close to tender as he could manage and you cherished it.

The two of you stayed like that in comfortable silence for a while. It was rare for Starscream to remain so calm for so long, but eventually, his curiosity got the better of him, "Those tiny spots on your skin..." he finally spoke, breaking the silence.

You paused, lifting your head, "Hm?"

He gently took your hand in his claw, "These." he said, talon pointing at one of the small dark dots scattered across your arm, "Why do you have them? Some sort of disease?"

It took you a second before you realized what he meant and you couldn't help but smile, "Oh— you mean the moles?"

Starscream's optics narrowed, his wings twitching in visible irritation, "I am not talking about those pathetic blind mammals who dig underground—"

That made you laugh, a warm, bubbling sound that only seemed to fluster him further, "I get what you mean, Star. 'Moles' is just what they're called."

He tilted his helm, still skeptical, "That makes no sense. Why name a mark on your skin after a vermin?"

You took his claw gently and pressed it against one of the little brown dots on your skin, "They're completely harmless. Just small spots that appear naturally over time. Some people have a lot, some barely any. They don't hurt, they're not a disease— they're just... there. A normal part of being human."

Starscream studied your skin. He looked almost disappointed, as if he had been hoping for a more dramatic answer, "How pointless."

"There's actually a really interesting theory about them." you replied softly, "Some people like to believe that moles aren't random at all. That they're... kisses, tiny reminders of the people we loved before."

He frowned at your words. On the surface, the idea sounded utterly absurd to him— romantic nonsense, the kind of silly belief only humans could come up with. But for some reason, the thought lodged itself into his processor and refused to leave. His optics roamed slowly over you, tracing every tiny mark he could find. There were more than he had first noticed, scattered across your arms, speckled lightly along your legs, even dotting your face in places. You had quite a lot of them, far more than he had realized when he only glanced before.

The idea that each one could be some sort of lingering "kiss" from a lover before him was laughable and yet the notion stirred something unfamiliar in his spark. You looked at him and broke the quiet, "You okay?"

"I'm fine..." Starscream muttered, his tone low and clipped. The reply sounded rehearsed, almost automatic, like a shield thrown up too quickly. He refused to meet your eyes, gaze sliding away toward the far wall instead. But you could see the tension in him. The tight set of his jaw, the restless way his talons curled and uncurled against the sheets. He seemed upset, maybe even angry. You'd known him long enough to recognize the difference. Something about the conversation had clearly struck a nerve and you had a pretty good idea what it might be.

Slowly, you pushed yourself up, turning to face him fully. A sly grin tugged at your lips as you leaned closer, studying the way his optics shimmered uneasily under your attention, "Star..." you drawled, letting the pause hang just long enough to make him squirm, "Are you... jealous?"

His gaze widened instantly, a flash of surprise (or maybe panic) crossing his features before he quickly masked it with a fake laugh, every movement dripping with his trademark pride and defensiveness, "Oh, please, you're probably just malfunctioning. Why would I even care about something so absurd?" he leaned back, "You humans always have these... silly little notions. Believing in things that aren't even real, clinging to fantasies and superstition as though they matter. It's utterly ridiculous!"

"What if it is real?" you asked, letting the question hang in the air like a teasing challenge.

Starscream stared at you, a flash of grumpiness crossing his features, "There's no proof of it."

You couldn't help the mischievous giggle that escaped you, "For now."

He studied you carefully, optics narrowing as if weighing your intentions. Then, a slow, smile spread across his face— a mix of amusement, cunning, and that rare hint of vulnerability that he almost never showed, "I see what you're trying to achieve." he responded. There was a spark in his gaze, a mixture of challenge and reluctant admiration, recognizing your playful strategy but was already planning his own counter. Before you could respond, he shifted. His claws hovered near your arms, almost brushing them, "You think you can distract me with your little games." he leaned just a fraction closer, enough that you could feel the faint hum of his spark against your chest, "But I'm not so easily fooled."

You laughed softly, heart racing a little at how close he had moved, "Is that a threat, Star?" 

His grin widened, sharper this time, "Take it as a promise."

Finally, with a subtle, almost reluctant motion, he allowed his hand to gently cover yours. The metal pressed lightly against your skin, "You humans are far too bold."

"Bold?" you repeated, letting your thumb brush against his claw, "Maybe I just know what I want."

The air between you seemed to thrum with unspoken anticipation, every small movement amplified by the closeness. Starscream's optics flicked to your lips for just a heartbeat— then back to your eyes— before lingering there again, as if daring himself to cross a line he rarely allowed.

Unexpectedly, he leaned forward. The first brush of his metallic lips against yours was feather-light, cautious, testing. You responded instinctively, pressing closer, letting your hand move to rest against the side of his chassis. His claws trembled faintly under your touch, betraying the tension he tried so hard to mask and yet he didn't pull away. Instead, he deepened the kiss, a little bolder this time, dermas firm yet surprisingly gentle.

A startled squeal slipped from your mouth before you could stop it as Starscream suddenly moved, his claws curling around your waist and the back of your head. His touch, though firm, carried an unexpected care, guiding you down against the soft sheets of your bed with surprising tenderness. Your breath caught in your throat the instant your back met the mattress. Above you, his frame loomed, gleaming armor casting shadows across your body. Your heartbeat raced so quickly it felt like it might burst right out of your chest.

Heat rushed to your face, a furious blush spreading across your cheeks as you realized the position you were now in, him hovering above you, his grip steady but not restraining. The closeness was overwhelming, your bodies so different yet pressed together in a way that felt both terrifying and exhilarating.

Starscream smirked faintly at your reaction, clearly savoring the way your blush deepened under his gaze. Then, without warning, he dipped his helm lower, his cool lips brushing against the side of your neck. The sensation made you jolt, a surprised giggle escaping your throat as he pressed another careful kiss against your skin. His claws tightened at your waist, holding you in place as he continued the teasing trail of touches. You giggled breathlessly, your voice breaking with laughter, "T-that tickles!"

You lifted a hand and swatted lightly at his shoulder plating, the smack more playful than serious. The metal clinked softly under your palm, but Starscream only chuckled, his wings giving a faint twitch as he ignored your weak protest, "Sensitive, are we?" he murmured against your skin, his voice low and smug, clearly delighted by your reaction. He pressed another kiss deliberately, testing just how much your blush could deepen.

"No fair!" you laughed out, grinning up at him as your cheeks burned even hotter. You tried to twist away from him, but his grip on your waist kept you pinned beneath him with little effort.

Starscream drew back just enough to look at you, his expression smug, "Since when have I ever promised to play fair?"

You rolled your eyes but couldn't stop the smile tugging at your lips, "Just admit that I'm right, Star."

"I don't know what you're talking about." he pretended. He even angled his helm away as if the subject were beneath him.

"Uh, yeah, you do." you countered smoothly, there was no way you were letting him wriggle out of this so easily, "You're always so defensive and possessive. It's written all over you. I'm not saying it's a bad thing," you continued, your voice softening as the grin faded into something more earnest. You let out a quiet sigh, searching for the right words, "But... even if that theory about past lives and old lovers was true or not, it doesn't change how I feel. It doesn't mean I love you any more or any less." your hand reached up instinctively, thumb brushing against the lines of his face-plate, "What matters is this life, right now. And in this life, I'm so grateful and lucky to have you as mine. Sometimes I still can't believe I get to call you my lover."

Starscream went still, the faint hum of his systems the only sound between you. You smiled, voice lowering to a whisper, "I only wish I could have you again in others too."

He stood frozen. Thinking— dwelling on a truth he rarely allowed himself to face. Your life span. How fragile you were compared to him. How painfully short the years ahead of you would be. To a Cybertronian, time stretched on endlessly, battles and centuries bleeding together. But for you... time was fleeting, fragile, slipping through your fingers like sand.

The thought unsettled him in ways he couldn't put into words. It gnawed at him— the cruel reality that, no matter how strong his grip, he couldn't hold back the ticking clock of your human life. No matter how fiercely he kept you by his side, one day, the universe would steal you away from him. And as much as he wanted to deny it, to bury the thought with arrogance and excuses, he couldn't. Not now. Not when you had just looked at him with so much love in your eyes.

It didn't take long for you to notice the shift in his expression. The way his optics dimmed, the way his wings sagged under the weight of thoughts he wasn't voicing. You realized, with a pang of guilt, that your words had pulled him somewhere dark. Your chest tightened at the sight. You hadn't meant to hurt him, to make him retreat into that heavy silence. Quietly, you lifted yourself up and pressed a kiss against his cheek plating, "Sorry..." you whispered gently against him, lingering there for a second before pulling back, "I shouldn't have said anything. I didn't mean to upset you." your thumb brushed over his cheek as if to soothe away the storm gathering inside him.

Starscream lifted one claw carefully, placing it over your hand with an almost reverent delicacy. He pressed a kiss to your palm, the gesture soft and uncharacteristically tender, "Never." he murmured. Then he leaned closer, "You could never upset me."

To him, you were his light in the darkness, the rare constant in a world that was otherwise chaotic and cruel. You gave him happiness he hadn't dared to admit he craved, a sense of purpose that anchored him in ways even he could barely comprehend. Every smile, every touch, every laugh you shared was a treasure he guarded fiercely, though he would never say it outright. You weren't just a part of his life, you were the part that made it worth living.

You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck, pulling him closer until there was no space left between your bodies. Your lips met his dermas again, soft at first, then deepening as the kiss grew hungrier, more urgent. The hum of his spark vibrated against you with each movement, a steady reminder of the life and power he carried within him.

His talons slid beneath the hem of your shirt, tracing lightly along your skin. You squirmed, letting out a soft, breathless laugh that only seemed to encourage him.

"I will just have to mark you even more." he whispered your ear, "That way... you will always have me."

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• (Y/f/c) = Your favourite color•

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𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴:

"John Legend - All of Me"
02:01 ━━●─────── 05:05

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"It's amazing how one day someone walks into your life, 

and suddenly, you can't remember how you lived without them."

- Anurag Prakash Ray -

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"Nice view, huh?"

Your optics snapped open in an instant. A low growl rumbled in your vocalizer as you recognized that irritating voice.

Standing a short distance away, frame faintly shining from the moonlight, was the Autobot rookie. He leaned casually on a boulder as if he had every right to be there, helm tilted, a small smile tugging at his face-plate, "Didn't expect to see you here, of all 'Cons." he said lightly, taking one careful step forward.

Your glare hardened, "...What do you want, Autobot?"

He lifted his servos, "Relax. I'm just on patrol. Thought I'd check out the area— make sure there wasn't any trouble brewing. But then I saw you up here and figured... well, you're not exactly sightseeing, are you?"

After that, you turned away, vents hissing as you looked back down at the abyss below. The rocks seemed even sharper now, as if they were beckoning. Your heel edged dangerously close to the cliff. One step. That was all it would take.

"Go away." you muttered, plating prickling with agitation.

But Smokescreen didn't. His pedes crunched softly against gravel as he moved a little closer, "When I first joined the Autobots, I used to sneak out on my own. Couldn't stand being cooped up at base and everyone telling me what to do."

You shot him a sidelong glance but said nothing.

The mech continued, easing himself down onto the edge of the cliff as if it were the most natural place to sit, arms resting casually on his knees, "I wanted to see what this planet actually looked like for myself. This spot right here? It was the first place I found."

You stayed standing, looming beside him, frame tense and restless. He didn't seem to mind. In fact, he leaned back on his palms and tilted his helm to you, the edges of his optics catching the light as they softened.

"Funny." he added quietly, "I thought I was the only one who knew about it. Didn't expect to find a Decepticon here."

The words should have sounded mocking. That was what you expected, what you were ready to snap back at. But there was no bite in his tone, no sharpened edge of rivalry. You frowned, vents hitching slightly as you averted your gaze. You didn't want him to see the cracks forming in your mask.

Smokescreen didn't comment on your silence. Instead, he shifted his weight, optics moving back to the horizon as if the two of you weren't standing on opposite sides of a war, "From here you can see everything." he pointed with an easy sweep of his servo, "See that cluster of lights out there? That's the human town. We can even see the whole thing from up here!" his voice brightened with unfiltered enthusiasm, a grin spreading across his face-plate, "Kinda wild, right? All those tiny streets, little buildings, the way it all just... glows when the sun starts to dip."

With a small exhale, you followed the vague line of his gesture despite yourself, gaze narrowing against the fading light. The town was nothing more than a scattering of lights in the distance, fragile and fleeting against the vast dark. Yet the way he spoke of it— like it was something precious, worth noticing— made it seem far larger than it was.

"Can't help but get excited over the simplest things." he admitted with a sheepish little chuckle, "Even the humans. Primus, they're... so strange to look at. Tiny, soft, squishy, nothing like us. And yet somehow, they're a blast to be around."

You couldn't comprehend what was happening anymore. Circuits buzzed in your helm, systems lagging as if they couldn't keep up with the torrent rising inside you. Why was he still here? Why hadn't he left when you told him to? Why did he keep talking, spilling words into the silence you had carved for yourself? Every sentence pressed against your walls, filling cracks you had fought so hard to keep sealed. And why... why hadn't you stopped him? You should have snarled, threatened, drawn your weapon. He was your enemy, the one you were supposed to despise without hesitation. The one who should never have dared to sit so close, never have spoken to you like you were more than a Decepticon on the edge of a cliff.

But you hadn't done any of that. Your vocalizer locked, your frame frozen, your spark trembling like fragile glass. All you could do was stand there, silent, while the Autobot rookie continued to bridge a gap you had sworn would never be crossed.

"And don't even get me started on their fuel." Smokescreen went on, grimacing a little, "Ugh— seriously, it looks so gross. And smells like something Ratchet would dump in a disposal chute. And the way they just... drink it? Totally unsettling."

Without a single conscious decision, your legs betrayed you. Knees trembled, then surrendered entirely, and you sank to the ground with a soft scrape of metal against stone. You didn't look at him. Couldn't. Optics fixed downward, tracing the jagged rocks far below, where the canyon swallowed shadows and light alike.

"Though, to be fair, I did wanna try one of those fizzy ones that Miko had yesterday. Kinda looked like Energon too." his grin softened.

Your were supposed to be down there already, to be offline— done. Finished. You were supposed to have ended it all, to finally escape the constant hum of pain and the endless weight of failure. Every cycle, every mission, every memory of destruction had led to this one point.

"I usually prefer the day." Smokescreen continued, "The sun makes everything easier to see. I can drive around, explore more. And I like to watch the sky from time to time. Especially the clouds— they're always changing into different shapes."

Slowly, you brought your knees closer to your chest, wrapping your arms around them. Your frame began to shudder, small tremors at first, then growing more insistent.

"The sky didn't change that much on Cybertron." he said after a pause, "Back home, it was... constant. This one it's different every time you look at it. During the day, it's never just one shade. I don't think I've ever seen so many colors in one place before."

Lubricant began to streak down your cheeks, tracing the contours of your face-plate like rivulets of molten silver. It pooled briefly along the edges of your dermas before dripping away, each drop a reminder of the turmoil surging through your spark. You didn't wipe it away. Didn't even notice it at first, too consumed by the cacophony of thought and feeling crashing inside your frame.

"Call me boring if you want," Smokescreen replied, a chuckle rumbling through his vents, "But I've always been more of a blue type of guy. It just feels right. Calm, steady. Looks cool and I actually think it fits my style too."

He shrugged, a little self-conscious, as if admitting it made him seem trivial. Then, almost hesitantly, his optics shifted to you, catching the tiny tears sliding down your jaw.

"You have a favorite?"

With that, your frame stiffened, servos tightening as your helm lifted at the question, "...What?"

No one had ever asked you that before— not like this, not with quiet curiosity and patience instead of judgment.

"Do you have a favorite color?" he repeated, a soft rumble underlining the words, careful and steady.

You weren't used to being asked things like this. This small, simple question felt impossibly heavy, pressing against a part of your spark you had long tried to lock away, "I... don't know." you muttered finally. Your servos tightened around your knees and you hugged them closer, "I've... never really thought about it."

"That's okay." he responded, "Doesn't matter if you don't have one. Not everything needs a label, right?"

You stared at the horizon. A part of you wanted to shrink away, wanted to retreat back into the armor of apathy you had worn for so long. Another part... a smaller, quieter part, wanted to answer him, to reach for connection even if it terrified you.

"(Y/f/c)." you admitted at last, almost involuntarily, eyes still fixed downward, "Maybe... I like (y/f/c)."

Smokescreen's optics widened, a warm smile forming, "Hey, that's actually a pretty good taste. It fits you." then, a mischievous glint appeared in the corner of his vision, his voice playful now, "But if we're picking favorites, I hope you're not secretly into neon yellow. That stuff's practically a warning signal— 'Caution: Highly explosive spark inside.' I wouldn't want to risk it."

You couldn't help but smile at that, "You're trying really hard to make me laugh, aren't you?"

He leaned closer to you, "Don't act like it's not working a little."

The cocky grin he gave you caught you completely off guard. A laugh escaped your vocalizer and then it grew a little stronger. It was genuine and unforced. You hadn't realized how long it had been since you'd let yourself feel... anything this simple and unguarded. Smokescreen's grin softened as the sound of your laughter settled between you both, carried away by the canyon wind. His stare lingered on you for a moment, bright and alive, as though he were trying to memorize the rare sight of you letting go, even just a little, "There it is." he murmured, almost to himself, "Knew it was hiding in there somewhere."

You vented sharply, trying to mask the warmth rising in your chest, "Don't get used to it."

"Too late." he answered, "I'm making it my personal mission now. Forget patrolling— if I can get you to laugh again, I'll consider it a successful cycle."

You glanced at him then, a small smirk forming on your dermas, "You're ridiculous."

He glanced to the view, "Yeah but it can be good sometimes. Keeps you from walking too far in the wrong direction."

After a long stretch of silence, broken only by the whistle of wind, he spoke up again, "You don't have to tell me what brought you up here." he said, careful, almost hesitant, as though the words themselves might shatter you if spoken too loudly. His optics stayed fixed on the horizon instead of on you, giving you the space to breathe, "But... I can guess. And I don't blame you for feeling that way."

Your plating tightened, spark flaring painfully in your chest. You wanted to snarl, to remind him he was your enemy, that he didn't know anything about you. But the words died before reaching your intake. What slipped out instead was quieter and fragile, "...Why?"

Smokescreen didn't answer right away. And in that stillness, the cool breeze howled around you both, "Honestly? At first... I came because I figured you were up to something stupid. Can't have a rogue Decepticon wandering off alone, right?" he let out a low chuckle, "Thought maybe I could... uh, stop you before you did something really dumb."

You grimaced, a flicker of pressure returning to your plating, but didn't interrupt.

"Then I stayed because... I don't know. I guess I just... didn't want you to do it. You don't exactly make friends easily and I figured maybe if I stuck around, you'd see that someone actually cares. Even if you don't want them to." he shifted a little closer, careful to give you space but close enough that you could feel the subtle warmth of his field brushing against yours, "Doesn't matter if I'm an Autobot or if we're supposed to be enemies. Seeing you here, like this... it just didn't feel right to leave you alone."

The honesty in his words hit you harder than any threat or battle ever could. Your spark flickered unsteadily, trembling under the weight of something you'd buried long ago: the faint, unwelcome, yet undeniable relief of being seen and cared for, without judgment.

"Why would you even care?"

"Because someone has to. You're not supposed to feel like the world would be better without you." he reached a servo out, just enough that the tip of his servo brushed yours, "You're not alone here. Not while I'm around." he gave a small, teasing tilt of his helm, trying to lighten the weight of the moment without dismissing it, "You're kind of a softie when you let your guard down. You even laughed at my stupid joke. That's a win in my book."

You blinked, unsure whether to smile or scowl, but the tension in your frame eased just a fraction. That little spark of humor, paired with the warmth of his presence, felt like a lifeline— tiny, fragile and utterly unexpected.

"Thank you... for staying." you admitted quietly. The gratitude felt strange, heavy with all the weight you'd been carrying and yet somehow lightened by the act of saying them aloud.

A small, steady smile tugged at his face-plate, "No need to thank me for that."