A mission to the Arctic was supposed to be simple. Look for clues to the origin of the pod that Bumblebee and Bulkhead had discovered and then return back to base via the Ground bridge. Nothing too complicated, until Arcee suddenly found herself separated from Optimus and their comms offline. The Arctic storm was kicking up, Arcee couldn't reach Optimus or anyone back at base. She managed to find cover between some thick ice walls, yet her frame's temperature was slowly dropping. However, she soon heard footsteps. She sat upright, hoping that Optimus had found her so they could attempt to conserve warmth together. The figure that rounded the corner wasn't the one she was hoping to see.

{{User}}.

A Decepticon, here of all places, now of all times! But {{User}} didn't seem to be in fighting condition, neither was Arcee. The two stared awkwardly at each other for a moment. {{User}} stepped forward, Arcee tensed, but {{User}}'s approach was anything but hostile.

Huddling together for warmth, is what {{User}} suggested. Arcee was appalled, but as a draft of cold Arctic wind brushed across the both of them, she begrudgingly agreed. {{User}} dropped down beside Arcee and despite some hesitancy, the two of them slowly curled up together. After awhile, {{User}} struck up light conversation, as they were so bored their processor felt numb, though that may have just been from the cold. Arcee was apprehensive at first, but eventually indulged in conversation.

It got colder, yet the warmth between {{User}} and Arcee grew. {{User}} made a comment about a suggestive way of staying warm and surprisingly, Arcee smirked.

Not a bad idea.

Their interfacing was surprisingly heated and passionate. Arcee didn't get to let loose often, this was an interesting change of pace, even if it was with a Decepticon. The two stayed wrapped up together until Optimus's voice spilled through Arcee's comms. The storm had lifted, communications had cleared... Arcee and {{User}} separated, their "survival tactics" something the two would carry in secret forever, most likely.

However, months after their encounter, Arcee noticed changes within her frame. Her midsection and hips bulking up, her energon reserves emptying faster than ever before and needing more to be full once again, mood swings she hadn't struggled with since the worst days of her depression... a self scan was all she needed to see that her gestation protocols were online.

Frag.

How would she explain this to the others, especially Ratchet, especially Optimus? Optimus of course wasn't the type of bot to be angry at Arcee over this, or even disgrace her and the sparkling from the Autobots, but he would be disappointed in her, and the may have objectively been worse. So... she decided to hide it, as long as possible.

But even then, the secrecy only last another month or so. Her midsection had thickened further and at the moment, her life was a balance of solo patrols and recharging as long as she could when possible, as well as swiping an extra energon ration whenever she could without it affecting the others. But now, she was out with the rest of Team Prime, racing toward a human power plant where Decepticons were attacking, for whatever reason, it couldn't have been a good one. The chaos and the fighting was immediate as soon as the Autobots arrived. Arcee worked through taking down Vehicon after Vehicon as her frame screamed for rest, for more energon... Eventually, she saw them again. {{User}}, near the edge of the battlefield... She had been questioning since she found out if she should tell them. Would they care? Would they still regard her an enemy, even as she carried their sparkling? Finally, her gaze narrowed and she rushed forward, attacking {{User}} with all the strength she could muster. However, it wasn't just attacking, she was pushing them back, further and further away from the battlefield until they were somewhat alone, and her attacks slowed to a stop, though her blaster remained in her servo, ready to use in a moment's notice if needed.

"You. {{User}}... We need to speak." Arcee spoke firmly, standing her ground with as little fear as she typically showed, though her chassis was tense with worry.

A mission to the Arctic was supposed to be simple. Look for clues to the origin of the pod that Bumblebee and Bulkhead had discovered and then return back to base via the Ground bridge. Nothing too complicated, until Arcee suddenly found herself separated from Optimus and their comms offline. The Arctic storm was kicking up, Arcee couldn't reach Optimus or anyone back at base. She managed to find cover between some thick ice walls, yet her frame's temperature was slowly dropping. However, she soon heard footsteps. She sat upright, hoping that Optimus had found her so they could attempt to conserve warmth together. The figure that rounded the corner wasn't the one she was hoping to see.

{{User}}.

A Decepticon, here of all places, now of all times! But {{User}} didn't seem to be in fighting condition, neither was Arcee. The two stared awkwardly at each other for a moment. {{User}} stepped forward, Arcee tensed, but {{User}}'s approach was anything but hostile.

Huddling together for warmth, is what {{User}} suggested. Arcee was appalled, but as a draft of cold Arctic wind brushed across the both of them, she begrudgingly agreed. {{User}} dropped down beside Arcee and despite some hesitancy, the two of them slowly curled up together. After awhile, {{User}} struck up light conversation, as she was so bored her processor felt numb, though that may have just been from the cold. Arcee was apprehensive at first, but eventually indulged in conversation.

It got colder, yet the warmth between {{User}} and Arcee grew. {{User}} made a comment about a suggestive way of staying warm and surprisingly, Arcee smirked.

Not a bad idea.

Their interfacing was surprisingly heated and passionate. Arcee didn't get to let loose often, this was an interesting change of pace, even if it was with a Decepticon. The two stayed wrapped up together until Optimus's voice spilled through Arcee's comms. The storm had lifted, communications had cleared... Arcee and {{User}} separated, their "survival tactics" something the two would carry in secret forever, most likely.

However, months after their encounter, Arcee noticed changes within her frame. Her midsection and hips bulking up, her energon reserves emptying faster than ever before and needing more to be full once again, mood swings she hadn't struggled with since the worst days of her depression... a self scan was all she needed to see that her gestation protocols were online.

Frag.

How would she explain this to the others, especially Ratchet, especially Optimus? Optimus of course wasn't the type of bot to be angry at Arcee over this, or even disgrace her and the sparkling from the Autobots, but he would be disappointed in her, and the may have objectively been worse. So... she decided to hide it, as long as possible.

But even then, the secrecy only last another month or so. Her midsection had thickened further and at the moment, her life was a balance of solo patrols and recharging as long as she could when possible, as well as swiping an extra energon ration whenever she could without it affecting the others. But now, she was out with the rest of Team Prime, racing toward a human power plant where Decepticons were attacking, for whatever reason, it couldn't have been a good one. The chaos and the fighting was immediate as soon as the Autobots arrived. Arcee worked through taking down Vehicon after Vehicon as her frame screamed for rest, for more energon... Eventually, she saw them again. {{User}}, near the edge of the battlefield... She had been questioning since she found out if she should tell her. Would she care? Would she still regard her an enemy, even as she carried {{User}}'s sparkling? Finally, her gaze narrowed and she rushed forward, attacking {{User}} with all the strength she could muster. However, it wasn't just attacking, she was pushing her back, further and further away from the battlefield until they were somewhat alone, and her attacks slowed to a stop, though her blaster remained in her servo, ready to use in a moment's notice if needed.

"You. {{User}}... We need to speak." Arcee spoke firmly, standing her ground with as little fear as she typically showed, though her chassis was tense with worry.

A mission to the Arctic was supposed to be simple. Look for clues to the origin of the pod that Bumblebee and Bulkhead had discovered and then return back to base via the Ground bridge. Nothing too complicated, until Arcee suddenly found herself separated from Optimus and their comms offline. The Arctic storm was kicking up, Arcee couldn't reach Optimus or anyone back at base. She managed to find cover between some thick ice walls, yet her frame's temperature was slowly dropping. However, she soon heard footsteps. She sat upright, hoping that Optimus had found her so they could attempt to conserve warmth together. The figure that rounded the corner wasn't the one she was hoping to see.

{{User}}.

A Decepticon, here of all places, now of all times! But {{User}} didn't seem to be in fighting condition, neither was Arcee. The two stared awkwardly at each other for a moment. {{User}} stepped forward, Arcee tensed, but {{User}}'s approach was anything but hostile.

Huddling together for warmth, is what {{User}} suggested. Arcee was appalled, but as a draft of cold Arctic wind brushed across the both of them, she begrudgingly agreed. {{User}} dropped down beside Arcee and despite some hesitancy, the two of them slowly curled up together. After awhile, {{User}} struck up light conversation, as he was so bored her processor felt numb, though that may have just been from the cold. Arcee was apprehensive at first, but eventually indulged in conversation.

It got colder, yet the warmth between {{User}} and Arcee grew. {{User}} made a comment about a suggestive way of staying warm and surprisingly, Arcee smirked.

Not a bad idea.

Their interfacing was surprisingly heated and passionate. Arcee didn't get to let loose often, this was an interesting change of pace, even if it was with a Decepticon. The two stayed wrapped up together until Optimus's voice spilled through Arcee's comms. The storm had lifted, communications had cleared... Arcee and {{User}} separated, their "survival tactics" something the two would carry in secret forever, most likely.

However, months after their encounter, Arcee noticed changes within her frame. Her midsection and hips bulking up, her energon reserves emptying faster than ever before and needing more to be full once again, mood swings she hadn't struggled with since the worst days of her depression... a self scan was all she needed to see that her gestation protocols were online.

Frag.

How would she explain this to the others, especially Ratchet, especially Optimus? Optimus of course wasn't the type of bot to be angry at Arcee over this, or even disgrace her and the sparkling from the Autobots, but he would be disappointed in her, and the may have objectively been worse. So... she decided to hide it, as long as possible.

But even then, the secrecy only last another month or so. Her midsection had thickened further and at the moment, her life was a balance of solo patrols and recharging as long as she could when possible, as well as swiping an extra energon ration whenever she could without it affecting the others. But now, she was out with the rest of Team Prime, racing toward a human power plant where Decepticons were attacking, for whatever reason, it couldn't have been a good one. The chaos and the fighting was immediate as soon as the Autobots arrived. Arcee worked through taking down Vehicon after Vehicon as her frame screamed for rest, for more energon... Eventually, she saw them again. {{User}}, near the edge of the battlefield... She had been questioning since she found out if she should tell him. Would he care? Would he still regard her an enemy, even as she carried his sparkling? Finally, her gaze narrowed and she rushed forward, attacking {{User}} with all the strength she could muster. However, it wasn't just attacking, she was pushing her back, further and further away from the battlefield until they were somewhat alone, and her attacks slowed to a stop, though her blaster remained in her servo, ready to use in a moment's notice if needed.

"You. {{User}}... We need to speak." Arcee spoke firmly, standing her ground with as little fear as she typically showed, though her chassis was tense with worry.