Chromia stared at her reflection. The shiny steel wall was a perfect mirror. She raised her hand touched that reflection, almost not recognizing it. Of course. That was an effect of sharing a consciousness with your two sisters... you forgot yourself now and then...
That voice. She turned and saw Ironhide standing there, looking slightly downcast, his cannons tucked away and disarmed for once.
"Ironhide?" When she spoke her voice sounded strange. As if she was hoping for something.
Ironhide averted his optics from hers, wondering why he had come down here in the first place. It was one of those rare times when Chromia was separated from her two sisters, Firestar and Moonracer. All three femmes shared a single consciousness and together formed the robot named Arcee. But Chromia hadn't always been like that. Once she had been Ironhide's Sparkmate, long ago, before Megatron mortally wounded her and she had to go into a permanent half-life with her sisters...
Talking to her was just talking to three people at once, but if he didn't say anything, he was sure that his processors would explode.
"Chromia, I..." He shuffled, creating a minor tremor in the floor. "I was wondering if you might want to go driving. With me." He shrugged. "Just a small patrol detail, nothing much... I just wanted some company, that's all."
Chromia cocked her head, her slender features mimicking a human expression of inquisitiveness.
"I know what you think, Ironhide." she said, her voice softer than usual. "Ever since my sisters and I merged, we have become one being. But among the memories we now share as one, I, Chromia, can still see you. I as a single being still remember the times when we bonded our Sparks and loved each other. In those memories, I find myself as I once was. And I love you."
Ironhide flinched. "But that's in the past." he said, sounding a bit gruff, as if chastising himself. "Now it's different. Never mind. I'll just go by myself."
Chromia almost said something, but knew that words wouldn't heal the old mech's pain. He had never gotten over losing her. Now she wondered if she had died, would he be feeling this much pain? Was it better to lose something forever than to have it within reach, but be unable to grasp it?
Ironhide stumped out of the NEST base and transformed into his Topkick mode. He felt like an idiot. Trying to dredge up the past was futile. Chromia was not his anymore, she was simply part of one consciousness that couldn't be to him what she had been.
He revved up the engine and sped off, eager to get lost in duty. Duty distracted him from personal troubles like this. Blasting Decepticons made him feel as though he was avenging his loss.
He went out onto the main highway and coasted along under the black night sky. Stars shone down, a million tiny pinpricks of light in the oblivion. Somewhere up there, Cybertron still waited. A world of lost dreams and broken memories.
He felt a signal nearby and his sensors detected a small blue motorbike coming up to drive beside him.
His comm channel buzzed.
"I'm still here, Ironhide. I'll always be here. Don't ever forget that."
He slowed his speed, letting her drive as close to him as she could.
I loooove the Ironhide/Chromia pairing... there's no ffs about it, so I tried! Sorry if it's amateur-ish, I'm a newbie to this stuff ^^