Angel From A Dream

Chapter 11

A bit later, Steeljaw opens his optics to see Strongarm still resting in his arms with her helm laying on his shoulder, her optics are closed to show she's still sleeping. He watches her as he thinks back to his actions earlier. What is it about this femme that makes him want to go to such great lengths to ensure she's safe and will stay with him? 

He never did anything like that for any bot, especially for a femme. He never saw himself as the type to drive himself crazy like that to protect any femme. But this femme has so much effect on him that it drives him crazy to think about exactly how much effect she has. She makes his protective instincts just go wild. But he doesn't mind it. He will protect his mate at any cost.

Strongarm's optics open as her systems kick back on to wake her up. She looks around before noticing she's still in Steeljaw's arms and sitting between his legs. She looks over at him and finds him watching her, just staring at her like he's in some daze. She takes a look at his shoulders before removing his arms and slowly moving to where she's on her knees. She notices his reluctance to let go but he releases her anyway and lets her do whatever she's planning. She reaches behind her and pulls out a medkit from her subspace.

Steeljaw watches her with curiosity as she pulls out the medkit, he didn't know she had one. He quietly watches as she opens up the kit and he wonders what she's up to. He's guessing she's about to fix the wound on her chest. Strongarm brings some oily-like ointment from the kit and moves closer to him, she then puts some of it on her fingers, gently places it on his shoulder, and rubs it in. Steeljaw hisses but doesn't do anything, he just lets her do what she's doing.

"Doesn't feel nice to be surprised with something like that, does it?" Strongarm spoke.

"I wasn't as surprised as you were."

Strongarm remained silent as she continued to rub the ointment over the burns and scuffing on his shoulder. But something kept prodding at her processor and bugging her, "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Why do I keep getting pain and this sick feeling every time I get away from you?"

"It's the bite mark I gave you."

Strongarm looks at him confused, "What does the bite mark have to do with it?"

"I don't know much about it, only what I've read. But from what I have read on it when a Wolf-Con bites the one they want as their mate some kind of chemical gets released into the femme or mech's body which bonds them to the Wolf-Con that bites them. Nobody completely knows how it works but due to the chemicals the femme or mech that gets bit and marked cannot be away from the Wolf-Con that bit them, or they will experience great pain and sickness."

"Felt that. That day after I escaped I got these sharp pains throughout my body and I felt sick to my stomach. I even purged out my tanks. It only started subsiding when you drew closer to my location."

"I also felt pain and sickness, but it was mostly from you. Somehow when you experience the pain and sickness I feel it from you, along with my own pain. But I mostly feel empty when you're not near me like a piece of me is missing."

"So, whenever I'm away from you I'll experience that pain and sickness?"

"Yes, every time."

That's gonna make escaping and getting back to my team more complicated. "And what if I never get back to you, will the pain keep going?"

"It will, and eventually it will kill you."

Strongarm stops rubbing and looks at him in shock, "You're not serious. Please say you're not serious."