† Crosshairs

Things have been different when Optimus Prime isn't around; Stress, constant arguing, and some bitter tension between you and Crosshairs. You and Crosshairs have been getting more and more hostile towards each other these past four years, calling each other names and sometimes, you two would practically be at each other's throats before anyone could split you two up. It was like both of you hated each other with all of your heart, mind, and soul. But deep down is his cold spark, he couldn't deny how fierce and passionate you were and how much you cared for him and others, even if you hated them. He despised it... in a good way. Maybe even an evil way. He desired that type of firepower from you, and - if he was a heartless brute - he would stop at nothing to take it and keep it as his own, even if that meant taking you. Literally.

One day, you were on a little ride when you got into a bit of a skirmish with an Insecticon. Although you won, it left you with some scrapes and dents. You went back to the outpost and sat next to Crosshairs without even realizing it. He looked over to you and chuckled loudly. "Ohh, copped a serious floggin' I see, eh? What'dya do this time, happen upon anotha pole?" He quipped, making sure he caused a reaction out of you.