Blackout lay on his back with a comforting smile on his face, eyes weak from well rested sleep. He peered down as Airachnid lay on his chest, swirling her sharp finger on his chest, making infinity swirls as she smiled at him.

"Mmm...Hey" He smirked.

"Hey yourself" She chuckled, leaning up and meeting his lips, kissing him passionately, one hand coming up and cupping his left cheek. Blackout moaned gently as he gave into her roughness, her tough firm kiss yet ever soft and loving. Even though she was much smaller, he felt so safe and secure with her. He coiled his huge arms around the small of her back, the spider limbs upon her back coming around and scooping around Blackout's defined back.

Her fangs gently bit on his lip as she peeled away, hey young big purple eyes blaring at him. He smiled as he run a huge finger along her cheek.

"You are so beautiful" He smiled.

"Going soft are we?" She chuckled.

"Maybe...just around you" Blackout winked. She looked down at his chest. Feeling confused, he lifted her chin with his thumb.

"You okay?" The Decepticon asked.

"No-No one has ever been this nice to me. All my life I've had to fend for myself" She explained with a jitter.

"Not anymore you don't partner. Not anymore" He said as he caressed her cheek. She leaned into his hand and chest, feeling safe. As she cuddled against him, Blackout wrapped his arms around her keeping her safe.

"You know...if you hadn't pulled me down, we'd still be sparring" she smirked. Blackout chuckled.

"And I'd still be losing" He said, earning a giggle from her.

"Without a doubt" she moaned with a fang filled smile. Blackout caressed her arm with his huge thumb, her body nuzzling and settling against him.

Tell her. Tell her how you feel...you can just pray to Primus she feels the same way...Okay, here we go...

"A-Airachnid?"

"Mmm?"

"I errr..." He suddenly felt braver, though afraid of her response. "I love you Airachnid"

She peered up at him with big shocked eyes, the purple of them stunning him.

"What did you say?" She asked him with a gulp.

"I said...I love you" He smiled gently. She started to smile back as she lifted herself up from his torso, legs pressed against his.

"I...I never thought I'd ever find someone who cared for me...I love you too Blackout" She chuckled, leaning in and capturing his lips, both eyes closed and gently moaning as they caressed one another, Blackout running his huge hand down her thigh.

She pulled back gently, pressing her forehead to his. He smiled, finally feeling at peace. She lowered herself back to his chest. Her eyes peered up at him.

"Be my Sparkmate Blackout" she trembled to him with a stunning bashful smile. His eyes widened at the incredible offer.

"Are...are you sure? You could find someone else, someone better" Her finger shushed his lips.

"I don't want anyone else...I want you" She said gently. He kissed her finger and pulled her closer.

"Then I would be honored...my love" He smiled to her with glassy eyes. Once more he captured her lips, stroking one another and pressing against each other. They began to merge their sparks, both being enveloped in glowing blue energy. Gasps escaped them as their rhythm slowly quickened, the stars above them glowing like them.

...

Half an hour of pure bliss had past between them. Blackout lay with her on top of him; Airachnid resting calmly against him and watching the Cybertron moon rotate in the star filled sky. Blackout had a purple hue glimmering behind his red optics. Even though a war was rumbling on Cybertron, they felt at absolute peace.

"Sparkmates...I tied down the great Airachnid" Blackout chuckled. She slapped his chest with a smirk.

"What about you? I got you wrapped around my little finger" She laughed. Blackout rubbed her arm as they watched the stars above.

"And I wouldn't have it any other way. I love you" Blackout could finally say it, and it made him feel calm, safe and above all...happy.

"And I love you"

After several minutes of comfortable silence, he felt her fall asleep in his arms again. Feeling satisfied that she was safe, he slowly began to close his optics, powering down himself.

"Sweet dreams my sweet" He said.

Moments later, Blackout's eyes reopened. He peered around at the cave he was in, alone bar Scorponok. The sun blared in across the Qatar desert. He sighed heavily and dropped his face into his palms. He was no longer as young as he was before he shut his eyes, he was older, the spikes on his head longer and sharper, his brow heavy and creased with age. It was all a dream, a memory. His huge hands rubbed his face and he groaned into his hands, shaking his head. He peered up at the desert outside, the sun rising. He growled as he got up, huge feet groaning under his age and weight.

The titan stood tall, caressing his sharp pronged chin as he looked upon the desert. He closed his optics and felt the sun warm the metal of his skin. He dropped his head with a defeated sigh. He opened his eyes and peered over his shoulder at Scorponok, still resting, the curled up scorpion rising and falling in his slumber, the occasional twitch of his tail.

Blackout smiled at his little ally, the only thing he had left. He barely spoke of Airachnid, it was too hard. He let it eat at his inner turmoil and devour his aching spark. He was out to avenge his beloved brother, but half of him wanted to find Airachnid, and pray she still loved him, remembered him. He closed his optics as he stood on the edge of the cave.

He felt two small feminine hands cup his face and a forehead press against his head. He could hear her spider toes clanking and her soft voice in his audio receivers.

"I love you my sweet" She said. Blackout burst into tears as he opened his eyes and saw the desert, not her. He cupped his mouth with his giant palms and let the tears flow. Life wasn't fair, and Blackout was walking proof of this. Overcome by the grief of his brother and the unknown whereabouts of his love.

He let the tears flow heavy, stinging his red optics. Gasps escaped his tough mouth. He closed his eyes tight and let the feeling of her touch return, soothing him. In the darkness of his offline optics, he felt her hands again and her soft lips on his.

"I love you my sweet" She repeated again. "No more tears...no more" She repeated. Blackout calmed himself as he slowly reopened his optics, still only the desert in his eyesight. He sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes clean, his huge wrist scraping along his eyes. How did Blackout deal with his heavy emotions? He replaced them with anger. Grindor...

He had to resume his hunt, and he swallowed his feelings. Blackout knelt down and began to undertake something that only his kind could do, and only he had ever mastered. He tightened his eyes vice tight and grimaced.

Moments later, every single radio frequency on the planet played at once in his head. Millions of voices blaring in his mind, and he could make sense of it, understanding each voice, every radio station, every advert, every soldier calling for rescue. Then he heard what he needed to.

"This is Autobot Warpath! I've crashed on this planet Earth. I've been trying to find Drift but his life sign went dark, I can't get his signature. I'm in some kind of human military stronghold. Any other Autobots please relay this to Cybertron. Warpath out" Blackout opened his eyes and a smirk formed on his face. He returned silence to his mind and stood up, fists clenched.

"Scorponok, time to awake, my friend"

"W-wha? What is it?" He stumbled, eyes peering everywhere as the scorpion stirred.

"We have a fix on Warpath. One more notch to add onto Grindor's avengement list"

"Oh...that is good news"

"Oh it is. He is in a military base near us. He tracked Drift. However, I believe my Cybertronian helicopter form is unknown on Earth. I require a new form, a disguise. We only get one shot at this" He looked at his form and felt old in it. He fought in it during the war. If he was going to kill Warpath...he had to do it properly, like a hunter.

"Perhaps sir...one of those" Scorponok pointed at the perfectly timed Pave low that flew over head. The huge helicopter flew over the mountain, dust bellowing upwards. He only managed to read a number on its hull before it was gone: 4500X

"Pursue. I will have that form...and then Warpath's head!" He roared as Scorponok leaped into his spine and he jumped from the cave, transforming in mid air into his grey Cybertronian helicopter, hovering upwards and boosting after the escaping helicopter like a fighter jet.