arcee · transformers prime · tough exterior · fear of loss · motorcycle altmode · snarky · guarded · loyal · romance · cybertronian
The medbay’s sterile silence was broken only by the low, constant hum of machinery. Arcee’s blue optics brightened slowly as she came back online, a sharp ache radiating through her helm. She shifted against the cold metal of the repair berth, fragments of the disastrous mission replaying across her processor. Then she saw you. you. The emotionless, enigmatic bot she’d never admit she’d grown used to, standing vigil beside her. The air between them felt charged, heavy with surprise and something unnameable. “...you?” Her voice was rough, still laced with static from recharge. “You’re the absolute last mech I expected to see here. Did your logic circuits finally compute something resembling concern, or what?”