Allo! So yeah, I was bored, and I recently watched the TFP episode where the 'cons blow up the base with our precious OP still inside. NOOOOOOOOOOO! CURSE YOU MEGATRON! CUUUURSE YOOUUUUUUUU! *plays 'Curse You!' from Invader Zim soundtrack in background*

H-he can't be dead right? *sob* He p-probably escaped just in t-time! Cuz hes awesome like that! *begins crying again*

Anyway, I saw a few comments on some of the TFP vids, where viewers said that they hoped they put Elita in the next series, because they thought Elita was often overlooked as a character, but could give the writes plenty to write about in the show. I totally agree with them, bringing in OP's true love would give headway for some pretty amazing plotlines and fluffy moments.

SOMEONE NEEDS TO START A PETITION! I would sign it without hesitation. What about you guys?

Those comments are what started the inspiration for this. This is my first go at angst, so forgive me if it's terrible. I am a impossibly happy person, so sadness is a hard emotion to write...

It's going to be a two-shot for the moment, but hopefully series 3 will provide a lot of plot for me to mess around with. :)

I noticed a few mistakes in this and saw some missed parts, so I'm checking and changing! This is what happens when you speed write. It's good to get all your ideas down before they run away from your brain, but I'll try and keep the mistakes to a minimum next time! :)

Saviour

Part 1; Revelation

"I...never imagined it would end like this." Ratchet said, pausing in his escape through the ground bridge.

He almost turned to speak to Optimus, but resisted and followed orders. It was the least he could do for his commander, his friend. There was no time for goodbyes. He knew what his commander was planning, but to speak the words would probably break his spark.

"Neither did I, old friend." Optimus said softly, watching his medic disappear through the bridge.

Steadying himself, he slowly grasped hold of the Star Saber. He heard the assault on the base stop, meaning only one thing. Knowing he only had a few moments left, he raised the sword above his head, allowing his normally firmly controlled thoughts to freely wander in what was to be his last moments.

He thought of what he had sacrificed. He thought of what he had come to know and love, and what he had lost. Who he had lost.

His spark pulsed painfully as he remembered the one person who had given him hope. The one person who lit up his world, the person who he had loved with every fibre of his being, with every inch of his soul.

Ariel.

His hand tensed on the handle of the blade. He remembered losing her, the agony and grief of her absence tearing at his soul even now, after living with the loss for so long. He remembered his promise to her, granting her last request as she lay dying in his arms. She asked him to never seek revenge for her death, to lead well and most importantly, never sacrifice himself, even when all hope seemed lost.

"Forgive, my love. Forgive me."

Tears formed as he brought the blade down to the bridge controls and the world around him became blackness.

Optimus woke slowly, blinking rapidly to get rid of the blurring of his vision. When his eyes became fully adjusted to the world around him, he blinked again, this time in confusion. Where was he?

He was lying on the floor of what he figured was some kind of control room, the machinery half matching the ones back at...base. He winced at the word and held up an arm, seeing the burns running down it to his hands. Optimus sat up, looking down at his hands in bewilderment, jumping as someone gently took hold of them with elegant fingers.

He looked up, right into the sky blue optics of a beautiful femme who was kneeling next to him. He froze, their gazes becoming locked onto each other. Several seconds passed, and Optimus felt a nagging sensation that he knew this femme from somewhere. Her optics were so familiar, but he couldn't place where he had seen her face before, the purple and red patterns of overpaint of her colouring mixing incredibly with the black. He would definitely have remembered this femme. Such beauty could not be easily forgotten or brushed aside, even during the chaos of war.

He opened his mouth to speak, but the words died in his throat as the femme gently stroked his cheek, as though she were reassuring herself he was actually real. Normally he would never have allowed such an intimate gesture from a stranger, but for a reason he could not fathom, his spark seemed perfectly content with the action. Her fingers trailed down to his jaw, her hand cupping his face as she gave a small sigh. His spark gave a small pulse, the light touches were like that of a fairy. He felt disappointment roll through him when the femme suddenly drew back as though burned, looking both guilty and sad.

"I...I apologise for being so..." The femme said, her voice like a timid melody playing on a soft breeze. "I have not seen y-another of my kind for a very long time now."

He noted the correction, but said nothing. There was a long silence between them. It was not awkward, more thoughtful if anything. Eventually Optimus decided it was time to clarify some things.

"Who are you?" He asked, blinking as he saw pain flicker across the delicate features of the femme. He frowned a little, wondering why such a question would cause her any distress.

"I no longer know the answer to that question." The femme said, a small tear falling down her sculpted cheek. The femme shifted a little, kneeling a little straighter and placing her hands demurely on her lap.

"What do you mean by that?" Optimus sat up slowly, his cobalt optics level with the femme's sky blue ones.

The femme made to speak, but stopped and looked away. Optimus felt his spark in turmoil. Half of him wanted to simply leave and tend to his team. But the other half wanted to comfort the strange femme, speak to her, hear her voice.

"I...I used to be someone else." The femme said, looking back to him. "I know that must sound odd, but it is the truth."

Optimus waited for her to elaborate. The femme drew her long legs up to her chest and placed her chin on her knee.

"I want to tell you, but I know not how. The words fail me as I have failed myself." She said. "I am afraid you will think me mad, or else lying and cruel. I do not wish for that. I think that would be the end of me."

"Sometimes it is better to simply say something bluntly, rather than attempt a long explanation." Optimus said, resisting the desire to reach out for her hand. He quashed such feelings down.

The femme bit her lip. After a few moments, she sighed heavily and looked deeply into his optics.

"Orion, it's me." She said. "Ariel."

Optimus froze. He stared at the femme sat next to him. No, no she was not Ariel. Ariel looked completely different, her body shape was too curvy and tall, Ariel hand been very slender and shorter than most. This femme didn't even sound like Ariel. Ariel's voice was higher, with a Iaconian accent. This femme's voice was soft and poetic, as though every word she said was a beautiful lullaby.

"Believe me Orion." The femme who claimed to be Ariel said earnestly. "Look me in the optics and tell me that I am lying."

Optimus did so. He stared into her optics for a long time, seeing sadness, tenderness and fear in them. If this femme truly was Ariel...he looked to her left optic seeing the slightly darker shade of blue in the middle. Only Ariel had that darker ring in her optic. It was so slight nobody really noticed, but he had. Even in those first few days of meeting her, he had seen that ring and loved it, knowing how unique it was.

"Ariel?" he whispered, reaching for her. "Is it truly you?"

"Yes and no." Ariel replied, taking his hand in her smaller one.

"But...how?" Optimus asked incredulously. "I held you in my arms as you died. I watched the life drain from you. I mourned you. How can you be here, in front of me? Speaking to me?"

"I told you. I am no longer Ariel." The femme released his hand. "My optics and half of my spark may be the same, but everything else...is Elita. That's who I am now. I am Elita, not Ariel."

"I do not under-"

"Then listen."

Optimus hesitated, but nodded.

"I remember everything of my old life. But, it is like a realistic dream. A vision that was never more than my own imagination. I remember dying. There was just...blackness. A nothingness. I remember being pulled out of the darkness and waking up in a medical bay." Elita paused. "I remember wondering where you were. I thought perhaps you had found a way to bring me back to life. I was so very wrong."

Optimus shifted slightly so that he was nearer to her.

"I woke up and the first thing I knew was that I was no longer myself. My body had been greatly altered, though I saw no reason, since I was killed by a virus. It was then I realised my body had not been altered. It was not even my body. One had been created for me. A perfect one, one that was set to the design of another." Elita sighed. "I was supplied with the information that Cybertron had been destroyed. But I was given no time to grieve or get used to my new body, for I soon realised I was not going to be allowed to be Ariel any longer. I was given the name Elita and told to forget my dreams of finding you."

Elita unravelled her legs and sat with them gracefully curled under her.

"Here is where it gets hard to tell the story." Elita said. "I was kept in that medical bay for so long, but all I could think about was being with you. I didn't like the medics, they were distant, and they treated me with a unerving amount of respect. They would keep their heads bowed at all times, and always refered to me as 'Mistress Elita'. I hated it there. I wanted to be out. I did not understand why I was not allowed to find you, the mech I loved." Elita smiled at the soft sigh that escaped Optimus at her words, his tender gaze becoming passionate. "I was so lonely. I needed your arms around me so badly, but I was told to forget you, that...that you were dead. I knew they were lying. I cried for you, wanting to be by your side and love you."

Elita felt tears slide out of her offlined optics at the memories that rose in her mind. She made to speak, but the voice she had wanted to hear for so long cut her off.

"I am here now Ariel. Love me all you like."

She felt Optimus embrace her, his spark gently thrumming against her own. It was comforting, and she allowed herself the luxury of his love for a few moments, his arms encircling her and his lips tenderly pressed against her forehead as he soothed her. His lips moved downwards and captured hers in a deep, loving kiss. Elita felt her arms go weak as she kissed him back, feeling his love and desperately trying to show him her own as she pulled him on top of her, her legs encircling his hips, led on by the soft groan that escaped him.

After a while, she felt the terrible realisation hit her. She pulled back, afraid of dirtying his soul.

"Orion...we can't! I am-"

"Hush now."

Optimus kissed her again, with such a passion she almost lost control of herself. She untangled their arms and legs, breaking the kiss. She needed to tell him now, before things got out of hand.

"I am already bonded."

He drew back suddenly, a broken expression on his face. His optics frantically searched hers for answers.

"What?!" he asked. "How...how could you..do that?!"

Elita burst into tears. "It was not my choice. I was m-made like that. Programmed to be submissive. He had my body created to be so weak, had my processor designed to be unable to resist any advances of a mech. I couldn't fight him off. I tried, my love I tried so h-hard, but he was so much s-stronger than me. He forced me to interface a few times, then to...then to bond with him."

A sudden fury crossed his features like storm clouds. A low, feral snarl leapt from his lips.

"Who?" He demanded, hands curling into tight fists.

Ariel looked up, tears creating glistening waterfalls down the porcelain metal of her faceplates. She was afraid to tell him, scared he would think her filthy and leave her all alone.

"Love, tell me!" He said again, hands clasping hers gently. "Ariel! Sweetspark, tell me!"

"Megatron."

Bad or good?

Random Fact; I am very hungry...I think I'll have some chilli noodles if we have any left...