Italic paragraphs, (like this) indicates Chromia’s P.O.V.

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One shot.

Chapter four.

Saving me.

Two days had passed since the other Autobot’s had arrived on earth, Bluestreak made a full recovery and so did Sideswipe much to Ratchet’s disapproval. Thing quickly fell into order as the new arrivals were filled in on the past happenings. The news of Megatron’s demise was received joyfully earning a sigh of relief from the twins and a shout of joy from Bluestreak and Prowl.

“So far no new Decepticon’s have showed up, we believe Starscream may have returned to Cybertron. Barricade we believe is still on Earth along with Scorpinok, but so far none have been a threat.” Optimus explained.

“Where is Jazz?” Prowl asked suddenly, causing the Autobot’s to glance awkwardly at each other.

“I am sorry Prowl I know how close you and Jazz were, but he fell in battle.” Optimus stated carefully.

Ironhide and Ratchet shared a glance as they watched the tactician carefully, Prowl’s optics dimmed slightly as he looked down at the floor. Bluestreak placed a comforting hand upon his fellow Datsun’s shoulder, the gunner smiled as he turned to face the Autobot leader.

“Is there anything else we should know about?” Bluestreak asked.

Prowl tuned out of the conversation as the realisation of Jazz’s death sank into his broken spark. His processor stopped taking in the words from the meeting as his world began to fall around him.

Flashback.

“Now even you gotta admit that’s the bes’ we’ve ‘ad in primus knows how long.” Jazz grinned as his systems began to cool down.

“Always the bragger Jazz.” Prowl grinned back.

“Ah ya know me Prowler.” Jazz laughed.

“You do realise we were meant to be on duty almost two mega cycles ago.” Prowl mock glared.

“Ah why ya gotta ruin da moment Prowler.” Jazz sighed before grinning.

“Come on lover Mech get your aft out of bed and move it.”

“If you say so.”

Prowl shook his head and Jazz began to dance around the room belting out a song about how love conquers all. Within seconds Jazz had pulled his lover onto the ‘dance floor’ with him and reluctantly danced alongside his lover. Soon the tactician loosened up and both of them were singing out the song to which Prowl barely knew the lyrics too. That was until someone knocked on the door and walked in leaving the Tactician and the first Lieutenant staring at a shocked Optimus Prime.

End of flashback

Prowl smiled a little before chuckling at the ‘memory’ the gunner beside heard it and stared at the tactician who quickly composed himself. Bluestreak shook his head and ran his hand over his face as the tactician nudged him to keep silent.

Elsewhere.

Chromia sat by the Autobot base entrance with her rifle over her shoulder, her well tuned optics scanned the area around her. Taking in every little detail, from the lines on the flower’s to the thin clouds in the sky. A smile graced her face plates as she searched the blue sky for the stars that would soon appear.

“Who’d of thought I would be on another planet.” Chromia smiled to herself. “The sky looks just like the one back home.”

Sighing Chromia’s optics shut off as images of Cybertron ragged her processor, the once blue sky now plagued pitch black. The sound of burning metal filling the air as the once elegant and strong buildings now lay in ruins. Fallen comrades scattered the battle ground as the survivors searched for their loved ones. She had almost been one of them if Elita hadn’t of showed up when she did, her main fuel pumps and Energon lines were punctured and a nasty hole was gaped in her leg.

“What if nobody finds me?” Chromia had mumbled as she lay on the battle field. “I can’t die here, damn Comm link, work.”

The injured femme tried to not let her fear of dying alone get to her; ever since her mother had died that had been the one thing she was afraid of. Dying alone and never finding love were two things she never wanted to experience. The injured femme closed her optics for a short time only to have the present Chromia online hers quickly as a nearby rustling startled her. Finding it to only be a rabbit Chromia lowered her rifle as she leaned back against the gates.

Elita what would I have done without you, where exactly would I be? I wouldn’t be here that’s for sure I probably would even be online, I would of never met Ironhide and I would of never had the courage to do what I do now. I was a nobody until you found me Elita, a fembot sparkling with no future and had never known love. My mother creator had de-activated before I got a chance to know her and Primus knows my father creator was a lost cause. I had no courage, no strength, and no willpower no protection until you found me. You

gave me everything I had ever asked for Elita, you gave me the shelter that I had needed. My friend you gave me the love I had yearned for along with a friendship I believed I would never know.

“Elita I owe you so much.” Chromia whispered.

“What are ya doin’ out ‘ere on yer own?” Ironhide asked as he walked up to her.

“Greeting my beloved weapon specialist.” Chromia joked.

“Ah cut the jokes Chrome, ya know I hate ‘em.” Ironhide replied as Chromia laughed at her nickname he had given her.

“Even after all these years you still call me Chrome, what are you doing out here anyway ‘hide.” Chromia asked.

“Saw ya sittin’ out ‘ere so I came teh see if yer okay.” Ironhide replied.

“I’m good, just reminiscing.”

“Ah well Elita’s been wondering where ya’ve got ta, so you comin’ in or what.”

“I’ll be right in ‘hide and later maybe you can show me that new move you learnt.” Chromia flirted.

Laughing Ironhide headed back into the base leaving Chromia to her thoughts, the blue femme watched her spark mate walk away and smiled to herself. I owe you a lot to Ironhide, especially my spark.

From one of the windows of the Autobot base a pink fembot leader watched her most prized warrior relax and no doubt think back on the old times. Elita herself had thought back to days before the war, days when Chromia wasn’t who she was now. Smiling Elita realised she was the only one who actually knew Chromia would of never lifted a gun let alone know how shoot one. If it hadn’t of been for Elita and a little help from a certain Weapon specialist, Chromia would still be the shy and troubled femme Elita had found all those Vorns ago.

A/N

Many thanks to MBlackwood’s Transformers dictionary for helping me with the proper words, it helps a bunch.

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