NOTORIOUS // TFP Arcee X Reader

Do me a favor, darlin'

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
2ND POV
8 / 1 5 / 1 9
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"I am not superior than anybody, don't say i am, else i won't defend you when you get caught."
– Michael Bassey Johnson
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You covered your mouth with your clawed servo as you yawned. You stretched your limbs and let your wings stretch themselves. You walked into the control room, the door opening before you and closing afterwards.

It'd been weeks since your little meeting with Arcee, but you didn't give it too much thought. In all likelihood, she was just busy fending off Decepticons. You'd help out if you didn't have your own, wonderful little responsibility. Speaking from which . . .

The limp right arm of your little one hung off the arm of her chair. You sighed, a small smile on your face as you took to her side.

"Hey," you said quietly, shaking her lightly.

"Hmm?" Her optics I lined and blinked a couple of times. Her helm lifted itself off her arms, which formed a semi-comfortable pillow on the widespread keyboard.

"I thought I told you to put yourself to bed at nine o'clock sharp," you told her, resting a servo on your hip. "Just 'cause I let m'self rest early, don't mean you don't 'ave to listen to me."

"Sorry, just lost track of time," Aami replied, yawning cutely. She threw her little arms up and stretched out her own body.

"Yeah, well, we both slept past breakfast, so at least we're savin' on energon!" You exclaimed with a shrug.

You headed over to the corner of the room where you'd left a small stack of energon. Your daughter liked spending so much time at the monitors, sifting through oceans of information. You figured you'd put some fuel in here with her so neither of you had to do too much walking back and forth for energon. You grabbed two cubes and went back to her side, handing one to her as you leaned your side on her chair.

"Thanks Cenn," Aami said, taking a few gulps from the cube.

"Woah there tiger, drink that fast an' ya might clog up your fuel tube!" You laughed.

She slowed down like you said. The cube was placed on the edge of the desk. Aami wiped her intake clean of leftover energon, and said, "Apparently there was a planetary alignment in the past few weeks. The Earth got real wonky. We were lucky we're not near water or in an area that gets tornadoes."

   "Really? And we missed it? What a disappointment."

   "Are you going to do something about the ground bridge? I remember you saying you wanted to see how it ticked,"

You sighed, taking a small sip of your own cube. "I'll get the chance one day. But, who knows when we'll need it."

"You mean, 'who knows when you'll need it?' So you can see that girl. The motorcycle."

You paused, leaning off the chair. "Does that bother you?" You bit the mesh inside your cheek in concern. It bled into your voice and caused your wings to droop. Aami had sounded somewhat accusatory, bothered, whether she meant to or not.

The sparkling set her cube down on the desk again. "No, I just . . ." You waited patiently as she tried to find the right words. "I'm worried. What's up with you and her anyways?"