2. Sept. 06

The Misunderstanding

By: Texan Temptress

“The Ark shall be blessed by the Matrix and guided by Primus to defend all that is pure. For when the end arrives, good shall triumph over evil.”

“Yo Optio-brain, do you know if these all mighty heroes kept any radium rum?”

Optimus just shook his head at the tacky rat's question. They had just moved into the Ark for ten cycles and Rattrap wanted to throw a happy hour party.

“Rattrap that quote was the blessing of the ark, to honor the Autobots of the great war. For once in your life, can't you just shut up?”

“Hey you have your ways of celebratin' tha fact that we're still alive and I have mine.”

“Rattrap, even though we won, the war isn't over, so no drinking and get back to work,” Optimus said as he slapped the lazy rat on the back of his head.

“Geez fearless leader, I can't get these machines online. If I do, the Autoguns will shoot from the inside.”

The new upgraded Optimus debated what to do, Rattrap was smart but still... better safe then sorry.

“Well, Rhinox is currently occupied, so send in Blackarachnia,” Optimus ordered. After all, she was the second best when it came to technology.

“Listen boss, I'm not saying I don't trust her with our equipment....I just really don't trust her,” Rattrap whispered the last part.

Optimus sighed he knew this would happen.

“Rattrap we have to accept the fact that she is on our team. Now go and get her.”

Rattrap finally gave in, muttering his complaints out loud.

“Becomin' an air plane must've messed up your logic circuits.”

He entered the room only to find Blackarachnia and Silverbolt in a lip lock position.

“Hey! You two are suppose to scan for Predacons, not make out with them,” he directed the last part towards Silverbolt.

“What do you want rat-face?” Blackarachnia asked coolly. Rattrap felt another fight brewing but his better judgment got the best of him.

“Optimus needs you,” he managed to spit out before adding another insult or innuendo.

“Be right back Bowser.”

“I shall be waiting my love.”

Rattrap banged his head against the wall after hearing another of Silverbolt's cheesy lines. Who the slag picked these bots to board with us?

“Is there something that is a matter my friend?”

“Ah....That Monkey-bot is puttin' me on this boring job and apparently I'm a bad bot if I want some radium to go with it. Right now on Cybertron, I'd be on my break with Chicabot givin me a....dance,” he remininced as a dreamy grin crossed his face.

Silverbolt was a bit uneasy at the fact Rattrap still had the same grin and hadn't said anything since.

“Uh...Well, I suppose when we return to our home, you'll be able to have all the refinement you desir,.” Silverbolt said rather cheerfully. Rattrap raised a brow at the fuzor's odd behavior.

“Okay what the slag is going on and what have you done with Silverbolt?”

“I must admit my friend I've never been happier. My lady is finally by my side and good has overcome evil. It is truly perfect and when we return to Cyberton, we'll be able to be together forever,” Silverbolt described what one would read in a fairy tale and like all fairly tales, they were ruined by Rattrap.

“Yep, and I bet ya can't wait to tell all your pals on Cybertron how you've been getting laid with the Pred.”

Silverbolt snarled at the rat's comment.

“That, my comrade, is none of your business.”

Rattrap was somewhat threatened, considering what Silverbolt did to him right before Ravage's arrival.

“Chill buddy, you're the one who's sleeping with her, though that seems more like a punishment than a pleasure.”

In the blink of an eye, Rattrap ended up on the floor as he howled in pain.

“Ow! Silverbolt, it isn't good when you beat me into a position where I'm able to see circuits I didn't even know I had!” Rattrap continued to moaned in pain but Silverbolt ignored him as he manned the controls before Rhinox entered the scene.

“Rattrap, what did you say? Anyways, repairs are almost complete.”

“Guys, could someone help me?!” There was a short pause before Rhinox returned to the conversation.

“Anyways, the bases defenses aren't fully repaired so Optimus-”

“Will someone help me?! I'm really hurting!” Rattrap yelled.

Silverbolt finally gave in and untangled Rattrap. As soon as Rattrap was on his feet, he punched Silverbolt in the nose.

“Now we're even.”

Silverbolt gained his balance and was about to strike back, but Rhinox split them up.

“Okay you two, knock it off! Silverbolt, take Cheetor to patrol. Rattrap, I need you to examine the data from the Ark to make sure the Preds didn't implant or download anything.”

“Oh yeah, leave the rat with all the work,” Rattrap whined as he plopped onto the chair.

* * *

“Okay it's official kid reading the instructions isn't the solution.” Blackarachnia sighed. They'd been trying to get the Autoguns back online.

“Okay one last try,” Blackarachnia said as she bent down to pick up a wrench while Cheetor's wondering eyes trailed the tight armor that covered her skin.

“Cheetor, if you don't stop checking me out, I'll hit you with this wrench,” Blackarachnia threatened, Cheetor looked down at the floor in embarrassment as his face struck a bright red.

“I wasn't lookin.....” he stuttered, turning away hoping to save the last of his pride. Yet, however, the widow's black and yellow claw stopped him.

“Listen kid don't be embarrassed. Be afraid, because if Silverbolt catches you....Well, you're pretty much cat food,” She just couldn't help smiling. At times it was cute when the boy drooled over her because that meant he was easy to manipulate.

“Something the matter, m'lady?” Silverbolt asked as he studied Cheetor. It was no secret that Silverbolt was a jealous bot and that Cheetor had a crush on Blackarachnia.

“Nope. I was just reminding the kid to stop checking out the equipment,” She replied in her harsh, venomous tone.

“I see... Cheetor, our commander wishes us to patrol... now,” Silverbolt said as he dragged Cheetor with him to the exit.

“Hey, I bet you I can fly faster than you.”

“Cheetor our orders were to patrol the area in search of Predacon activity, and we must follow our leader's orders.”

“Whatever! Follow me if you can keep up!”

With that, the fuzor and the cat flew away into the sky. A megacycle had passed and they had circled the area. The view never changed the entire time with the same blue skies and lush terrain.

“Well, it looks like the Preds aren't coming out, maybe we should head back to base. After all, Blackarachnia and I can work on the defense system,” said Cheetor, with the last part a bit to eagerly. Immediately, Silverbolt picked up on it.

“Well, I would love to see my beloved again.”

“So this thing between you and legs is serious. You don't think you two would break up?”

“Yes, and I know that it will stay that way,” Silverbolt replied but before Cheetor could say anything else, he was blasted by Waspinator's gun.

“Ultra bad, it's time to take out these Preds.”

“Agreed Comrade.”

As Silverbolt Maximized, Cheetor regained his balanced and placed his fist together to fire at Waspinator. Unfortunately, he missed.

“Waspinator not get hit by catty. Hurray!” He threw his hands up in joy, accidentally hitting a boulder which resulted in the poor bug being squashed.

“Waspinator hate boulder....Waspinator hate catty-bot.” were Waspinator's before going into stasis lock.

“Take that bug boy!” Cheetor rejoiced as Silverbolt was about to join him, when all of a sudden Inferno popped out from an oversized canyon.

“Fools! Prepare to burn!” Screeched the English ant, as he fired the missile which was heading for Cheetor's head.

“Cheetor watch out!” The noble fuzor warned, pushing his comrade aside as he took the blow himself.

“Take this ant!” Cheetor yelled.

Silverbolt tried to stay focused, but the last thing he saw was Cheetor blasting Inferno away. The rest was darkness.

* * *

“Systems back online, energy renewed one hundred percent. Have a nice day,” The computer's voice announced as Silverbolt slowly regained consciousness.

“What-What happened?”

“Easy bird-dog, you took a huge hit. Optimus says to rest. On a personal note, thank you.”

Silverbolt smiled at the young cat. He never considered Cheetor a friend, until now.

“Do you know where my lady is?”

“Yep, she's on patrol, but Optimus told me to tell you not to leave.”

The love-struck puppy dog hung his head in disappointment.

“Though I'm going to turn around and hope you don't meet legs at coordinates 3-2-1,” Cheetor hinted, but Silverbolt just looked lost.

“Well, I would like to but I'm grounded to the base.”

Cheetor slapped his head, he forgot how clueless the fuzor could be.

“Silverbolt just go.”

“Thank you Cheetor.”

Within minutes the dog disappeared to find his beloved.

The moon was full and bright. Despite how cloudy it was, one could still see many stars twinkling in the midnight sky. It was breathtaking even for Blackarachnia.

“Stupid patrol. I'm wasting my time gazing at scenery...”

“Then perhaps you'd like me to join you, m'lady,” The knight in shining armor said as he came out of the shadows.

“Bone brain have you been stalking me?”

“No I just had to be with you.”

His romantic reasons would always manage to make her smile.

“Well you should be resting after that attack.”

Silverbolt just gave her the heroic grin. He knew how much she cared.

“I came here to tell you something.”

“What would would that be Jo Jo?” she asked as she traced her claw on his chest plate, preparing for what she liked best about their relationship.

“I love you.” His gentle words stunned the spider lady, she was expecting another day of great interfacing. Not this, because it would mean that she would have to say it back.

“Uh....That's nice.”

Blackarachnia mentally kicked herself.

She could see the disappointment in his yellow optics. He thought she could say it back. Unable to stand the awkward silence, she said what came to her mind.

“You should go, I'll be back at base,” she turned away from him, giving off the cold shoulder routine. With that Silverbolt flew away. Two megacycles later, Blackarachnia decided it was safe enough to return to base.

* * *

“Silverbolt what's a matter? Ever since you came back, you haven't spoken a word.”

“It's nothing Cheetor... I'm just a bit disappointed.”

“Disappointed? With what?”

Before the fuzor could respond, Blackarachnia entered. The two stared at each other. Cheetor now knew what Silverbolt was down about.

“Blackarachnia I-”

“Not now Bowser I'm exhausted so if anyone needs me, I'll shoot them.”

Silverbolt hung his head low as Blackarachnia walked off.

“Bird-dog, I'll be right back.” Cheetor excused himself, but Silverbolt didn't seem to care. Thank the Matrix, now I won't have to be around the depressing Bolts.

Passing the widow's chambers he couldn't help feeling as if he should do something. Stupid circuits.

Once he knocked on her door, he was greeted by a sweet voice.

“Come on legs, open the door.”

After a moment of silence, the doors opened with an angry black widow.

“What do you want?”

“Listen I noticed you and Silverbolt are having a fight, and I want to help,” his voice trembled as Blackarachnia's cold-stone glare turned life threating.

“Get out before I shoot you.”

She wasn't kiddin. Cheetor knew that yet he stood his ground.

“Legs, Silverbolt is my friend and so are you. I just want to help.”

Blackarachnia considered this for a moment before she lowered her weapon.

“Okay Tabby, just remember one thing. I'm not your friend and if you tell anyone, I'll have your head.”

Fear struck Cheetor's face, especially after she dragged him into her chambers and locked the door.

“Basically Silverbolt said he loved me, and I choked. I just don't say 'I love' unless the last word is 'power' or 'killing Tarantulas.'”

“Blackarachnia that's too-- I mean I'm sure Silverbolt knows you love him,” Cheetor said, trying his best to reassure the spider woman.

“Probably, but I know he wants to hear it, and a part of me thinks he should.”

Cheetor stared at her in shock, never had he seen this side to the Predacon.

“Wow, you sound like a Maximal,” Cheetor immediately regretted that last sentence because his leg now wrenched with pain from the cyber-venom.

“Never call me that!” the angry spider yelled. Through the pain, an idea struck Cheetor.

“Okay I have the solution... Pretend I'm Silverbolt,” he suggested tightly, as he pulled the arrow out, while groaning in pain.

“Cheetor, for the last time, I have no intrest in you,” She told him coldly. Cheetor was beginning to lose his patience.

“Listen legs, I'm trying to help so would you stop biting my head off! Look, you love him, so if you practice, it won't be so hard to tell him.”

Blackarachnia sighed in defeat, this was the most pathetic idea that she had ever heard. Yet it was an idea.

“Okay kid but remember. If you tell anyone this... I'll kill you,” Blackarachnia threatened again. Cheetor agreed though, because he knew she was serious.

“Okay let's do this,” she ordered somewhat excitedly. Cheetor regained his composure and grabbed Blackarachnia's claw.

“M'lady, I must confess I'm in love with you,” The young cat mocked in a deep heroic voice that the Blackarachnia couldn't help but laugh at.

“Okay... Silverbolt.”

* * *

“Silverbolt...Earth to bird-dog!” the Brooklyn rat yelled, breaking the fuzor's trance.

“Sorry my friend. I've just been lost in my own thoughts,” Silverbolt mused while Rattrap gave a disgusted groan.

“Let me guess, your Pred girlfriend got you down,” Rattrap guessed as he tinkered with his new laser gun.

“All I said was 'I love her' and she can't even look me in the eye now.”

Rattrap looked at Silverbolt like he was a lunatic.

“You idiot! Do you have your circuits crossed?! You never tell a female pred ya love her!” Rattrap yelled as Silverbolt was now just confused. After Rattrap regained his composure, he tried to explain the mistake to the fuzor.

“Listen, Legs is like this weapon I'm messin' with here. It is good to have but if you push the wrong button, it will explode, and guess what you did Bolt? You pushed the wrong button!”

Silverbolt looked more lost than ever on the rat's analogy.

“Basically, Bolt, just don't expect a Pred to show emotion. Now I'm only 3% positive that she loves you... I mean look at Megatron. He loves that duck. All I'm sayin is let her tell you,” Rattrap advised, while Silverbolt was wondering if this was suppose to make him feel any better.

“Rattrap you're right, and I must say that speech was... somewhat inspiring.”

Rattrap just smiled, knowing that he was the master when it came to stealing and rewording Optimus's speeches.

Satisfied with his speech, he was about to knock, only to find the door cracked with Cheetor and Blackarachnia together. Alone.

“Listen, I'm not very good with words so I'll just say it. I love you. I always have and I always will.”

Silverbolt froze, he couldn't speak after hearing the widow's confession. It felt as if his spark was torn into pieces, only one thought crossed his processor. Cheetor's dead. With that he walked away to await Cheetor's doom.

“See legs, it only took you a whole mega-cycle to say it.” Cheetor joked as Blackarachnia lightly punched him.

“You should get going kid, I don't want the monkey on my back.”

As Cheetor left, Blackarachnia couldn't help grinning.

Time to hit the hay stack.

As Cheeetor entered his chambers he fell to the floor. Silverbolt emerged from the shadows.

“Holy slag Bird-dog you startled me.”

Cheetor waited for an apology or a reason as to why Silverbolt was in his room.

Silverbolt responded by punching him so hard he crashed into his model of Cybertron.

“Silverbolt what has gotten into you?!” Cheetor yelled but before he could recover from the fall, Silverbolt grabbed him by his throat.

“How could you betray me?! You were my comrade and yet, you pursued Blackarachnia!”

Cheetor realized that Silverbolt must have overheard them, and now he was in a jealous rage.

With that, he managed to squeal “Maxium Burn!” as he escaped from the fuzor's grip.

“Silverbolt, listen it's not what you think, Blackarachnia-” He couldn't finish his explanation as Silverbolt began chasing him in the air, knocking down several of Cheetor's other models.

“Listen Bolt I don't like her in that way,” Cheetor partially lied in hopes that Silverbolt would stop chasing him.

“Then what the slag is her picture doing besides your bed?!” Silverbolt screamed.

Cheetor felt like a sitting duck as they began to fight some more. Just then, Blackarachnia entered the room.

“What are you two idiots doing?!” she yelled, causing them to freeze in their fighting positions.

Silverbolt's talons were around Cheetor's neck, and Cheetor was biting Silverbolt's wing.

“Your boyfriend is going psycho on me because he heard part of our... rehearsal!”

Blackarachnia's optics widened as she realized what Bowser had heard and what he thought.

“Bowser you idiot! You can't really believe I love Cheetor? Come on it's Cheetor! I have better tastes.”

“Hey!”

“Well, if it was not him then why were you telling him that you loved him?!” Silverbolt barked.

Blackarachnia knew it was now or never.

“Because bone-brain! I was talking about you! It is hard saying those words so Cheetor helped me. I don't love the cat. I love you...”

That last part she whispered. Silverbolt was in shock. The two just stared at each other, not moving a muscle.

“I love you to my beloved.” Silverbolt finally spoke as Blackarachnia passiontely kissed him, leaving Cheetor to clean up some of the models.

“Aw that's sweet... Now get out of my room!” Cheetor yelled, despite Silverbolt's half apology. They all agreed never to tell anybody about the situation and with that, Cheetor was left alone.