Chapter 1/Arcee's POV/
We found Cliff'. But not the Cliff I once knew... He was mutated, butchered like something the 'Cons did in their experiments during the war. It made me sick as I nearly fainted but caught myself as the others looked at me concerned.
Bumblebee stepped forward towards me *Are you alright?* he buzzed
"I'm fine, just dizzy." I told him
I heard the three humans softly talking among themselves while Ratchet scanned me over. He paused as his optics flickered up at me as he found something but I looked away, once I did I felt the tingle of the scan going over me again as he hummed
"What is this?" He questioned looking at my servo as he snatched up a scalpel
"Don't know... Cliff was covered in it, leaking it."
He gently put my servo in his for a moment while he scrapped up the purple substance "Go take a decontamination bath. Now." He ordered
Bumblebee guided me away as I felt Ratchet's optics on me until he turned away to research.
Bumblebee left me to do my own thing as I heard Optimus giving the others their duties with the new humans. I stopped a moment, placing my servo on my stomach plates before softly sighing, washing up and walking out the group.
"Arcee," Optimus called "You'll accompany Jack."
I heaved a sigh "Still dizzy." I said a little dramatically.
"You're fine, says your physician." Ratchet said waving his servo, not looking up.
I sighed but drove the human home per instructions.
Once I drove into the garage he hopped off, walking infront of me "Arcee, I just wanted to say, I'm really sorry for your loss."
"What could you possibly know about loss?" I slightly scowled
"What? You think you're the only one with problems?" He argued
I transformed, kneeling down in the small garage "I'm not sure girl trouble counts." I snapped
The human simply scoffed "I'm pretty sure my girl trouble started the night I met you." He said folding his arms but unfolded them looking behind me.
I looked back seeing a white car pull up "'Cons!" I said pulling out my weapons
"No! Mom." He said flagging his arms down.
I transformed back into my motorcycle form listening to the two argue.
I thought to myself if this is what it would be like. Though he was a teenager... No one has had a sparkling in eons. Nor has one thought of having one since the war began. Just out of all the times. Why now?