Divinity (Transformers x FEM/OC)

Message Correspondence from Commander Coal to Dr Sierra Coal

Richard:                                                                                                                                                                                 'Where the fuck are you?! I can't find my underwear! God, pick up your bloody phone!'

Chapter Eleven - Sierra Coal

     I lowered the steaming cup into his hand as he sat further back into the sofa, both of us tired from our earlier ventures, and I lowered myself into the corner opposite him with my own cup.

I jump towards him as he brings the cup up to his lips and I place a hand around the rim, 'It's hot.' He chuckles at my remark before lowering the tea to coffee table, and I sink back into the sofa.

'Have you ever....' I hesitate, feeling the question will ruin the mood. He tilts his head to the side as my impending question gets stuck in my throat.

He sighs, turning to me and I go numb, 'Before I became Optimus Prime,' his eyes cloud over as though a memory, 'I was with a femme by the name of Ariel. She eventually became Elita-One, and she is—was' he corrected, 'my conjunx.' 

Latin for spouse, I reminded myself. I couldn't breathe though; he had a wife...

'What happened to her?' I ask, not knowing what to expect.

He swallows, 'She was taken captive and they used her to bring me the Decepticons, where I too was captured.' My heart strained as unshed tears welled in his eyes, but he continued in a hush voice, 'Upon seeing me, Elita attempted to escape,' he choked slightly, his next words tumbling out, 'but was shot down by Starscream.'

The name came out through gritted teeth, and I told careful note of that detail. But the one thing I couldn't understand was the resonating guilt in every inch of his face. Every pore gave off the feeling of anger and resentment, all of which he aimed...at himself. Not this Starscream. He blamed himself.

I moved across the sofa and gently wrapped my arms around his neck, his head just below my chin and he turned into my embrace. He stroked his nose against my neck, lacing his arms around my waist and pulled me into his lap.

Staring into his beautifully blue eyes, I kissed him, 'It's not your fault,' I whispered against him.

'I know...' his voice hesitant and unsure.

I kissed away the tears on each cheek, the tears in my own eyes buckling, but I wouldn't allow them tip. 'It's not your fault,' but before he can open his mouth, I gently press my lips to his. When I break away I put my forehead to his, my voice hard and determined, 'You are going to repeat my every word.' He nodded hesitantly before I continued, 'It is not my fault.'

'It is not...' I nod my head encouragingly as he swallows a knot in his throat, '...my fault.'

I smile towards him pulling away, but his hands don't leave my waist then he pulls me closer into his arms. I let out a small yelp as a fall into him, causing us both to gently laugh.

'Can you...tell me about you and Richard?' My heart seized at his question, and I feel as though I should repay his truthful tale for mine.

'Now, just remember this is no love story.' I say blankly and he kisses me, butterflies spouting in my stomach at his action. I sigh as our lips part, and I begin.