LETHAL SOCCER MOM

I have to post cliffcee

Two very long and excruciating years.

The war still wasn’t over, and the Autobots were in a bad spot, with three of the Omega keys going to the cons. Things were looking bleak and hopeless. Days like these would be the days where she and her partner spend the day together; Slow dancing and exchanging stories. Talking and holding each other.

But Arcee would never get the chance to have another one of those days. Now, all she could do was sit by the makeshift grave they had all made for Cliffjumper and have a one sided conversation. Primus, how she missed his voice. That’s all she could think about as she carried the conversation alone.

She would talk about recent events, how the war effort was going or how everyone’s health was. She would talk about the kids and how she wishes Cliff could of met them, how he would of gotten along with everyone. Oh how he and Miko would of gotten along so well, and how much the team needed him. How much she needed him. How much she missed him.

It’s been two excruciatingly long years.