Prime

There was this crazy thought I had always told myself. It wasn't even close to being true. But yet I don't know why I constantly said it. Maybe it was to try and convince myself that everything is okay, that everything is going to be alright. But really it was my way of forgetting reality.

I always told myself that there was good in this world, that good people will stand up and protect us. Just like my Sire did against Megatron. We were never safe though, Megatron will never change. My Sire realized that, but it was already too late.

I always told myself that there was good in this world, because I was always to afraid to admit what I saw. I was standing right there when it happened. When my whole world came crumbling apart.

I stood there and I watched Megatron rip out my Sires spark. There wasn't anything I could do, but stand there and watch. It's when I first met Slade actually. A few hours pass and Megatron caught me. I was so scared. But Slade was there. He was always there. Until they finally came. He let me go. Because he knew I was safer with the Autobots than with him.

And so I always told myself there was good, hoping that one day I would be able to believe it's a possibility. As of right now, it's not even a thought. This is war. But this isn't just any war. This is the war for peace.

Two blades clash against each other, sparks flying everywhere. When they part, a tall, silver and dark grey mech kicks a slightly shorter silver and blue femme. She stumbles backwards, her servo covering her stomach area where she had been kicked. "Give up." He growls, walking forwards, he grabs the bottom of her jaw.

Her pedes leave the ground for a moment, slight shock in her optics. "Never." She mutters, a blade extends out of her forearm and she stabs it into his shoulder. With a quick yell he drops her on the ground, she quickly gets to her pedes.

"Why must you be so difficult?!" He shouts at her, anger and sadness in his voice. For a moment, sadness and regret show in the femme's optics. But they harden quickly, remembering her reasoning for this.

"Because, Slade. You chose the Decepticons. You chose war. Just like Megatron did." This hatred and anger explodes in her voice, but one emotion stands out the most. Hurt. "You always chose him, you always chose hatred." Her anger now replaced with sadness, tears threatening to fall.

"I chose to follow my Sire because he was all I had, until you killed him." He said that last part with hatred and anger boiling inside each of his words. He reaches back and grabs a hold of the handle of his blade on his back. Pulling it out, he swings it around for a few seconds. Then lets it rest in his hand, at his side. "At least we both know what it feels like to watch your Sire be taken from you." He whispers, sadness returning to his voice.

The femme crawls back slowly, away from him. Only for him to walk towards her. "I'm so sorry." She barely mutters, unsure if he heard it or not. But it didn't matter whether he did or not. It had happened, nothing can change that. A wall of debris hits against her back, noticing she is cornered now. She has no where else to go.

"I love you Sweetspark." He mutters, bringing his blade up and gets ready to bring it down on her spark. However, before he can, many blasts are sent his way. He stumbles to the side as one of the blasts manages to hit him. Growling, he looks over. A pede collides with his face plates.

"How about you not kill our leader?" A mech's voice is heard speaking, Slade pushes himself up and looks over to see a mainly white with some red painted on his armor. He is smaller, and more flexible. Less bulky.

"Racer." His name is growled angrily from Slade, it's obvious that Slade really doesn't like Racer. A smile appears on the other mech's face. Seeing as he has successfully angered Slade, he transforms and begins to drive around, distracting Slade. While he does that, a different red and white mech runs over. Well, he is more white and orange, but still somewhat red.

"You need to be more careful Prime!" A familiar grumpy bots voice is heard, gaining the femme's attention. She looks down, not even noticing the major gap in her side. Finally, the adrenaline rush begins to wear off.

"Sorry Ratchet." More Autobots begin to show up, standing guard in front of the Femme. As a way to show their will to protect her from Slade. Said mech, looks over at her. Noticing the multiplying number of Autobots, he glares one more time at the femme. Then transforms, quickly, he flys off.

With a soft wince from the pain, she stands up. She of course is going to get a lecture from the medic later when they return to the base. The Autobots look over at her, one of them walking over and helping the femme to walk.

***

The Autobot Base In Iacon

Six mechs stand around a table, when the doors open in the room they look over to see the femme walk in. "Nice to see you back on your feet Prime." Another familiar voice says. This mech is ruby red, the ex decepticon.

"Yes Knockout, but I was just fine." She stands at one end of the table, her servos on her hips. Her bright blue optics stare at each of the mechs. "I didn't need backup." Her arms now cross in front of her chassis. A more bulkier one laughs.

"Sure you didn't kiddo." She playfully glares at him, a smirk on her face.

"Back to being Kiddo again Wheeljack?" The older mech shakes his head softly, still calming his laughter. "I thought I out grew that name?" She tilts her helm to the side, the smile becoming playful. The other mechs begin chuckling.

"Has Ratchet talked to you yet?" Knockout asks once everyone calms down more. The femme doesn't reply, making the mech's look over at each other.

"I think you should probably run." Racer comments, a smirk on his face. As if on cue, the grumpy bot bursts into the room.

"Saber Prime!!!!"