Forgiveness and Love

Chapter Five

"Here is your room. Let me show you how to use the energon dispenser." Optimus said whilst the sliding doors opened to reveal a cosy room.

The was a berth in the left hand side corner, a side table next to it, a desk on the far side opposite the bed, a kitchen area on the right hand side and right in front of them was the door to the wash rooms.

Blackarachnia looked around and never believed that she was on the Safe Haven let alone be housed in it while on the way back home to Cybertron. She walked over the berth and studied it for a while. She could just jump into in it right now, cuddle up with the soft silk sheets and fall into a nice stasis for a while.

Optimus stood next to the dispenser for a while and watched her look at the bed then finally sit on it. She turned to him while testing its softness by bouncing up and down on it.

"It's been quite a while since I sat on a soft Iaconain berth..." She whispered to him.

Optimus smiled and walked over to her and sat next to her. "You... have been missed." He sighed.

Blackarachnia could do nothing but stare at him. Apart of her wanted to yell at him for it but something was holding her back. Looking at him in those sapphire optics, he seemed to be truly sorry for his mistakes.

"It's my fault that you were missed…" He began.

Blackarachnia sighed thinking that she didn't need reminding but listened to him anyway to see what he had to say.

"But I managed to speak to Cybertron's top Scientist, Preceptor. He agreed to help change you back to your formal self but he warned me that it wouldn't be an overnight thing, it will take time. All I ask of you is to have some trust in me and Preceptor." He finished placing a hand on my shoulder.

Blackarachnia looked to the floor and thought about it. She would have to place trust in him again? But what if he let her down, again? What if something goes wrong? Will he abandon her like he did before?

"I know that it will be hard for you to trust me again Blackarachnia but, I will not let you down again. I will be there if you so need me. For anything... At any time. I will warn you that Preceptor isn't emotional or how can I put it..." He said rubbing his brow line.

Blackarachnia looked up at him with a brow raised trying not to smile. Optimus looked at her and got lost for words and smiled sheepishly.

"Well he traded in all his emotions for room in his processor to have more knowledge. So he doesn't have many emotions left and can tend to be insensitive to others. Not that he means it; it's just the way he is." He finished smiling at her.

"Optimus, I heard the stories. You should know how Decepticons gossip. Word got round on Megatron's command ship from Shockwave when he was finally in the in-tell department. But don't blame me if I take a snap at him for being insensitive to my state! I will not be humiliated nor have any remarks against me for how I look! I feel and have felt bad enough about how I look. I just hope whatever he has planned works because everything I have tried as failed!" She muttered looking to the floor in disgust.

"I understand. But I am here for you. Like my teammates." Optimus whispered wrapping an arm round her waist and pulling her close.

Blackarachnia's optics widened and mouth parted as he pulled her close to his chest plate. The last time he did this was when she was upset with what Sentinel had said about her likely-hood of never becoming an Elite Guard Commander. That was just before he surprized them with that stupid trip to that planet which sealed her fate and his prediction correct.

A pinkish blush came across her face just under her optics while he held her. Closing her optics and feeling the need to embrace him, she nuzzled into his chest and said, "I will hold you to your word Optimus Prime!"

Optimus chuckled and look down on her. Wrapping his arms tighter around her he wondered what else the Decepticons talked about while she was on their ship.

"So much for showing me how the energon dispenser works you slick bot!" She teased grinning to herself.

Optimus blushed and pulled away from her embarrassed. 'Slick bot'? She never called him that before. Blackarachnia laughed at when she looked up to see his face become red and his chest armour.

"Let me show you how to use this thing and I will get out of your way." He mumbled retreating to the kitchen like an embarrassed sparkling.

Blackarachnia laughed and said, "Oh Optimus, you haven't changed. You still get bashful over silly little comments don't you?"

Optimus smiled and said, "You haven't changed laughing at me for doing it either." He chuckled back.

Blackarachnia stood up from where she sat and wondered over to him. She placed her hands on her hips and waited for him to show her how to refill, clean and use the dispenser. Not that it was much to it but he wanted to show her anyway. Probably didn't want her having an accident.


Meanwhile back at the bridge, Sari, Bumblebee and Bulkhead were watching the monitors and chatting amongst themselves. They were wondering why the boss bot' was so determined in proving himself to Blackarachnia. Sari was having devilish thoughts of making Blackarachnia scream with her large toy snakes to see if Optimus goes running to the rescue. Bulkhead believes that he is trying to make amends because Optimus never liked to wrong someone by accident. But Bumblebee was all for scaring Blackarachnia to see what boss bot' will do.

Jazz was listening to the trio and smiling to himself. He too would like to see that but he didn't think Blackarachnia scared easy. At least it will keep Bumblebee and Sari busy until they get back to Cybertron.

Sentinel sat crossed legs and resting his head on his left hand while sitting in the command chair. All together he looked extremely bored but he was deep in thought. The others didn't seem to take notice of him but he seemed somewhat lost in his thoughts. He held an emotionless expression while staring into the distance of space.

His mind was pondering on Blackarachnia being found and brought back to Cybertron. His thoughts on that disgusting techno-organic being taken to their beautiful planet sickened him. She should have gone offline; it would have saved her suffering and everyone else's. But Optimus refuses to let her go! Why can't he let it go? Bury it and leave it in the past so everyone can move on!

Elita One was a close friend, Sentinel even thought of her as more than a friend at one point but his hopes of being with her was lost when Optimus made him ditch her and run. Now Elita is gone and she is never coming back, so why Optimus is in so much belief that this freak is her and can be turned back to normal is beyond him?

Rubbing his head and his tired optics, he got up to retreat back to his room to rest. All these annoying thoughts of this stupid mission as tired him to boredom and hopes that they are back at Cybertron soon so he can move on.  

"Hopefully, Optimus will not bother me with that freak and her so called treatment when we are finally home." He grumbled to himself getting up.

Jazz turned around hearing him and then realised he was making his leave.

"You off now SP?" He asked hoping for a yes.

"Yeah, I will see you later Jazz. Keep on course." Sentinel said waving his left hand to him whilst heading for the door.

Jazz nodded and continued to steer the ship. The others notice Sentinel leave and continued talking about their plans etc...

While Sentinel was making his way to his room, he could hear faint laughs coming from the spare room. It was both Optimus and that beast laughing about Primus only knows what. It irritated him to the core, so he opened his room door and sealed it shut behind him.

"For their sake, I hope their quiet and don't disturb me!" He yelled to himself walking over to his berth.

He collapsed onto this berth and scrambled into the sheets to get comfortable. Adjusting to the silence of his room, he realised that he could not hear anyone outside and then slowly drifted into stasis.


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Home...

Sentinel sat on his balcony with a glass of fresh energon and the cool Cybertronain breeze catching his faceplate. Smiling to himself and finally being free and away from those idiots, he watched the citizens of Cybertron go about their busy as the day began to fade into night.

Glad that he is now on leave for a while, he can now relax, go out with friends and enjoy himself. It would be good for him to get out and enjoy himself for a change. No one to hold him back or question his intentions. Nothing to worry about!

"Sentinel?..." A silvery female voice came from behind him.

Sentinel looked around but saw no one there.

"Who called me?" He asked setting his energon the side and standing up.

"Me silly! Get in here!" The femme's voice came again.

"Who are you?" He demanded readying his lance and shield, stalking into his own home.

"Wow, you really did hit your head. That's it your seeing Ratchet about that tomorrow morning whether you like it or not mister!" She sang.

"Hit my head? When? And who are you to boss me around? I am in command of myself! Now show yourself!" He called out standing in front of his bedroom door which was facing his living room.

"Who am I?" The voice chuckled.

And there... The door began to open but Sentinel struggled to see. His vision was going hazy, darkening even. A pair of shiny blue coloured legs was revealed to him, as he tried to look bottom to top. But every time he tried to look up his vision refused to work for it kept going dark like someone was blind-folding him.

"Sentinel?" Her voice came again.

"Why can't I see?" He exclaimed rubbing his optics.

A chuckle came. "Maybe it's because your optics are closed and you were asleep" A familiar voice came.

"What?" He cried out in frustration.

Those legs came closer to him as he could only look at the lower half of this femme and then...


"Sentinel... WAKE UP!"

Sentinel jumped up out of his shell with his lance wielded and shield at the ready. Looking around hastily, he heard Jazz's laughter next to him.

"Jazz? What are you doing in here?" Sentinel asked a little embarrassed and annoyed to see the ninja bot'.

"I came to wake you as you weren't in the bridge this morning." He exclaimed holding in his laughter.

"What do mean this morning? I haven't been in stasis that long?" Sentinel said putting his lance and shield away and setting down on the berth.

"You must have needed the rest. You have been in stasis for over 8 hours now. That's longer than a human." Jazz said looking at him a little concerned.

Sentinel rubbed his head. Had he really been in stasis for that long? No bot' is in stasis that long unless induced?

"Everything ok SP?" Jazz asked sitting next to him.

Sentinel looked to him and nodded saying, "Yeah. I'm fine. Give me a minute will ya'?"

"Sure. I will see you at the bridge then?" Jazz said getting up to leave.

"Yeah. Sure." He mumbled tired of the conversation.

Jazz took another glance at Sentinel then left his room. Sentinel sat there and couldn't believe how long he was out for. Maybe he did need it. Or maybe one of those annoying idiot bots' drugged him again!

Standing up and making his berth look tidier, Sentinel walked into his wash rooms and had a shower. Whilst in the shower washing himself off, he began to think about that dream he had. Who was that femme in his home and why was she there, speaking to him like that? And her voice, he never heard her voice before so who was she?

Leaning against the tiles in the shower with his left arm watching the water escape through the plug hole, he realised that it was just a dream and nothing more.

But why couldn't he see her face or upper body for that matter? Why wouldn't his dream allow him to see her and not just her legs? Which weren't bad looking legs either, he grinned to himself.

"I hate dreams like that! When you can only see certain things no matter how hard you try to 'open' your optics." He grunted smacking the wall.

"It's only a dream, not like it's going to happen!  Besides I wouldn't have a femme in my home talking to me like how that one did!" He chuckled proudly to himself rubbing some washing gel over his chest plating and arms.