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Cryogenic

Whiplash and I sat on the slab of metal attached to the wall so bots can sit down. We talked about, well, everything we could think of. Pyrogenic is staying out late, I wonder if she has told Heatstroke about leaving or not. I would doubt it, she doesn't see Heatstroke the way I see Whiplash. I had no idea how long we sat there honestly, I don't usually keep track of time that well.

"Where are you going after you leave here?" Whiplash asked. "Home, I guess. We just wanted a vacation to be here, y'know? It gets a little dull when you stay around home all the time." I say, hating myself more and more for every lie I say. Whiplash nodded, then seemed to hesitate before he asked his other question.

"So... Is there some other special mech back home?" He asked. I blink, "No, I don't find the mechs over there to be potential mate material." I say honestly, the Decepticons are not bots I would want to get tangled with. Except... I already am business wise. "Why?" I ask. "Well... I don't know if I had been obvious or not. But really I find you very attractive, a great femme all around." He said slowly, as if picking his words carefully.

"And I think I can actually say that I really like you, y'know, a little more than just a friend... Y'know, potential mate wise... I... Your just an amazing femme." He said, stuttering a bit over some words but got it out nonetheless. I am not sure if I should be surprised or not, it probably was obvious he liked me like that. But if it was obvious, then I should have been obvious too.

After I seemed to hesitate, he growled at himself. "Slag, I knew I should have kept my mouth shut. It was stupid to say anything the night your leaving." He said. I slightly laugh and move over closer to him, taking his servo in mine. "It wouldn't have made a difference whether you told me earlier. My feelings toward you wouldn't have changed." I say.

I turned his helm to look at me, a smile forming on his faceplate. "Really? You mean, you like me too?" He asked. I nod, smiling widely. "I do, your the first mech I would have ever thought to like this way. I find you the most perfect mech to be with." I say. "Well, I'm far from perfect. But if you say so then I'm whatever you want me to be." He said with a smile.

He reached forward, putting his arm around my shoulders and pull me closer. I nuzzle my helm against his shoulder, curling up to his side. I close my optics, only to open them again when I felt his warm metallic lips press against my servo. A small purring came from my chassis, and I remembered the time Gears's chassis made the same noise for Syrine.

It is a sound of happiness. I turn my servo around and touched his bottom lip with my pointer digit. He kissed the tips of each of my digits, then started to kiss up my servo. My faceplates heat up, my plating tingling where his lips had been as he trailed his kisses up my arm and stopped at my shoulder. He stopped moving, his optics were closed.

I nuzzle my helm to his, loving every single moment of this. Whiplash was a nice mech, I couldn't picture him angry or in battle. I could picture him as a civilian more than anything, a mech working a store or something. He lifted his helm, resting his forehelm against mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, my optics searching his.

I almost knew what was going to happen and I felt nervousness flood my circuits at the thought of it. He moved his helm, hesitant and slow but he brushed his lips with mine slightly before pulling back a bit. I found that my spark and processor wanted more than just a touch. I press my frame against his and pressed my lips against his.

This time I heard his engine purr and it made mine purr a bit louder. He seemed hesitate to move for a second before he wrapped his arms around my waist and pressed my frame even closer then before against him. At the movement, I moved. I had moved from his side into his lap, my legs crossed around his waist.

He, again, pressed me against him as our lips were still connected. I cover the back of his helm with my servo, in which I feel his servo move to the small of my back and that's when I started to move my mouth with a bit more urgency. He followed my lead, moving with me and not missing a step. It was after a second when I feel his glossa lightly touch mine.

My glossa pushed back against his. This was the happiest, or one of the happiest, moments of my life. But my processor reminded me I was basically playing him, I wasn't supposed to be in this situation with this Autobot. Every second that went by I kept feeling even worse about the situation that eventually I had to pull away.

I pushed myself away from his frame, bringing my arms to my own chassis. "What is it? Did I do something wrong?" Whiplash asked. "No, not at all. Its just... I..." I debated on telling him the truth, I didn't want to ruin my only chance at true happiness. But eventually he would find out and that would make the situation worse.

"I haven't been completely honest with you, Whiplash." I say after a minute or two. "What do you mean, Cryo?" He asked, a look in his optics that made me want to recoil back. "I'm not who I claim to be.... I'm not a civilian....... I.... I...." I didn't want to say it, so I didn't. I looked at the removable piece of metal covering my Decepticon symbol and slowly removed it.

Whiplash saw the symbol and he got a growl on his faceplate. "You've been lying to me this whole time?" He growled, anger obvious in his voice. I hesitantly nodded, avoiding his optics. "I came here to gather info about the Autobots and what the Decepticons could do next to take them down. I was not supposed to be in this situation." I say quietly.

"Is Pyro a Decepticon? If she's alone with Heatstroke then he must be in danger." Whiplash said. "No, we came to get info. Killing the mech would put us in a bad place and she knows that." I say. "Your already in a bad place, I can't believe I fell for this trick." Whiplash spat, standing up. I fell backwards out of his lap and onto the ground.

"I should kill you, you are the enemy. But Primus has forsaken me with these feelings that I thought you had as well." He said, fists clenched. "I-I do hav-" He cut me off with a snap. "You fracking played me, you are one good actor because I fell for you harder than even I can imagine. You and Pyro are disgusting, I feel disgusted I even talked to you, let alone kissed you." He spat.

Hurt flowed through my processor and spark. I felt my lip tremble and tears in my optics. "Whiplash, please. I really do like you." I say in a ditch effort to change his hate, but he turned his back on me. "If you are still here in the morning, I will not hesitate to kill you and Pyro." He growled, the door sliding open and he stormed out.

I felt my spark drop and my tears didn't have to force themselves out. I let them come, not putting in the effort to stand up and go to the berth room. I let all my stress, guilt, sadness and anger out right there, sobbing. I trembled, covering my faceplate with my servos. I was an idiot, I let my spark get in the way of my processor and now my spark was broken.

I heard the door slide open and steps come toward me quickly. "Cryo? Are you alright?" It was Pyro. She crouched down in front of me, putting a servo on my shoulder. "I saw Whiplash leave, he gave me a dirty look as he passed me. What happened? Did he hurt you?" She asked. I looked up, even though she asked these questions I just moved forward and wrapped my arms around her.

I felt her hug me back, wrapping her arms around me. She stood up, making me stand as well as I tried to stop my cries in her chassis. "Now now, no use crying over spilled energon. This is unlike you, did he hurt you?" She asked again. I shook my helm. I felt her frame shift as she picked up the removable piece of metal that hid my symbol.

"He found out, didn't he? Scrap." She sighed. "We need to leave now then, no doubt the mech is going to tell Heatstroke. And after everything was going so well." She tsk'd. "C'mon, put that back on and we're calling in the ground bridge."

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After we left, we headed for out of the city. Nobody gave us a second glance, out identity was still intact. We had been walking for a while now, the city behind us just by a couple of miles. "Don't worry, you'll get your revenge on Whiplash." Pyrogenic said, walking ahead of me. I shake my helm, I didn't want revenge. I wanted to start over.

"Revenge is not what I'm aiming for, Pyro." I said. She looked back, "You know you've changed. You seem more... I don't know, soft. This Autobot city got to you. Don't worry, you'll be back to normal on the ship." She said, turning to keep walking. I grab her arm, "I don't want to go back. I don't want to be a Decepticon." I confess.

Pyrogenic looked at me like I was insane. "You don't want to be a Decepticon? Cryo, what? We were raised by them, how can we turn our backs now?" She asked. "Do you not remember Gears and Syrine before he was in chains and she was dead? They raised us, the Decepticons destroyed us." I snarl. "You can't back out now, you have to stay or your a traitor." Pyrogenic said.

"Then call me a traitor, because I am quitting the Decepticons." I say boldly. "And that means I would rather you not to show that data you stole to Guncraze." I add. Pyrogenic stepped back, "Your a traitor now. You know what we do to traitors?" She asked. I was slightly surprised, "I'm your sister, Pyro!" I say, not believing this.

"Sister or not, your a traitor and traitors will be punished by death." Pyrogenic said harshly. My blades slid out of my wrist, "Pyro, don't do this. You can come with me." I say. "I don't want to, I know where my loyalties lie and they aren't with the Autobots or with you. Your less then a metal shaving on the bottom of my pede now, traitor."

My spark dropped, we were going to have to fight it out.