@Primestar101 requested this. I hope you enjoy it :)

Notes: This was the first time ever that I have really written Arcee in length and I think with characters you either get them right or you don't.

|Why didn't I call for back-up?|

Arcee's POV

I sit on a crate, the noise - there is not other way to describe it - bouncing off the walls. Optimus is trying to get some recharge. Good luck with that.

"I'm going to go on patrol" I tell Ratchet as I stand up. The noise in base is very jamming, as Miko is trying to start up a band. I must say; I don't see that working out very very well.

"You only just got back from patrol, though" Ratchet says as he types something on the keyboard not even looking round to talk to me.

"I just want to go on a drive, Ratchet" I employ, the times I go away on a drive are sometimes the best, it's the only times where I can just focus on the road ahead of me and nothing else. 

"Fine" Ratchet sighs and walks over to the console. He pulls down the leaver to open the groundbridge, "your going to go to Sahara Desert as we've had some Decepticon sighting there."

I nod and go through the now open groundbridge. I end up at a never ending sea of sand. Sand, it clogs up your gears and makes you feel all rusty, plus it messes up your finish - not that I care, that's Knockouts job anyway. I laugh slightly as I start walking as driving might not be a very good idea, I don't like the idea of being sprayed with a torrent of sand.

I walk, walk and walk, the sand slips beneath my peds making it difficult to walk. The sun beams down at me so I have to reset my optics so I see things darker then usual, kinda like the human's sunglasses. My optic flick over the barren surroundings, apart from the sand dunes - which look amazing to roll down - there's nothing very interesting around.

I hope I don't fall down on the sand, if I do the sand will stay there making it's way into my transformation seams, so if I move my armour little flecks of yellow fall everywhere.

After about twenty of walking, a weird looking thing - a long, scaly, animal came seemingly out of the sand next to me. I stop walking and bend down to have a better look at it. It moves it's tail and it makes a rattling noise. 

I blink at the creature in astonishment. I reach out my servo to poke at it but before I can it moves upwards and bites one of my digits. I screech, falling backwards onto my aft. Scrap, the sand, it's going to get everywhere. I look down at the bite the snake made - as that's what obviously it is, Jack told me about them saying that they were; evil little glitches - and there is two little holes in my digit leaking energon.

"Little glitch" I curse as the energon leaks down my digit.

I stand up. I hope the snake bite won't do anything, because as far as I know a Cybertronian has never been bitten by a snake. I watch the Devils creation as it slivers away back into the sand.

I suddenly hear the sound of a jets engines. Scrap, could this get any worst? I look up having to lift my servo up so the sun doesn't get in my optics. I see, then, silver Cybertronian jet,  flying towards me, and only one word is formed in my intake; "Megatron" I growl, already taking a defensive stance.

Megatron transforms high in the sky and lands heavily making sand waft in the air. When the sand clears I see Megatron standing there with his servos on his hips, "Well well, funny seeing you here Arcee" the silver mech states, I hear him clearly as he is only a few meters away from me.

"Megatron, what are you doing here?!" I say. I don't get how he can be so much bigger then me.

"Looking for you, of course" Megatron says.

"Wait, what?!" I say, taking a few steps back making myself slip and fall down onto the sand, I land on my aft, again.

"I have always admired you, Arcee" Megatron declares, "I have never quite understand how such a small femme has managed to stay online all this time" he continues, taking a couple steps towards me.

I am speechless, I don't know what to say. Megatron, admiring me? I feel a bit strange, like my energon is rushing around my frame a little bit like if you've had to much high grade. I stand up and I stumble backwards, I lift a servo up to my helm trying to steady it.

"Megatron, what do you mean?" I ask in a small voice. Oh no, it's the snake bite that's messing me up! I give Megatron one more look before I lose my common sense completely.

"I mean that I admire you a lot, Arcee" Megatron says, "even though you are on the Autobot side" he adds.

"Oh, really?" I say grinning taking a few steps towards the mech.

Megatron looks at me funny, but I don't care, "are you . . . alright?" Megatron asks stiffly, he must not ask if people are OK very much.

"What? Yeah, I'm fine, but are you OK?" I ask.

"Um, yes" Megatron replies.

"That's good" I grin.

Megatron keels down in front of me, "I mean to say, Arcee" Megatron says, "that I like you, a lot."

I bring my servos up to the sides of his helm, I move my faceplate close to his, "so do I, Megatron" I whisper.

"Wait, what?" Megatron says completely confused, "you mean to tell me-" Megatron stops speaking as I put my index digit against his dermas.

"Shh" I say, even though Megatron is keeling down I still have to look up at him, "talking just makes . . . your derma's busy" I say flirtatiously, batting my optic's at him.

"What do you mean by that?" Megatron asks his voice slightly muffled by my digit.

"Come on Megatron" I say moving my servo back to the side of his helm, "I'm sure you know what I mean."

"Arcee, I think you must of bashed your helm or something" Megatron says staring down at me in confusion, "you are acting very unpredictably" he adds.

Suddenly a voice came over my com, for some reason automatically turning on loud speaker, "Arcee do you need assistance?" Optimus' steady voice came over my com, "as there is a Decepticon signal near you."

"Oh no, Optimus" I say staring straight into Megatron's optics, "the computers must be malfunctioning again" I continue, "as there is no Decepticon's that I can see."

"Ah, okay, I will leave you to your scouting, then" Optimus says, "but if you do see a sighting of a Decepticon make sure you call for back-up" Optimus' finishes before turning off his com.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Megatron says, "your acting very illogically." Wow, he sounds like Shockwave now.

"Hmm, Megatron, have your ever hooked up with a femme before?" I ask tilting my helm to the side slightly.

"No. Why do you ask?"

"Cuz, that's what's going to happen right now" I whisper and I lean over and press a kiss to Megatron's dermas.

After an elaborate make-out session including me being pressed into the sand filled ground, getting my derma's practically abused and having to accommodate lots of dents all over my frame, we had both fallen into recharge. . .

I wake up in the blistering hot sun to find out that I couldn't sit up, I look down myself and nearly had a spark attack, there is Megatron with one of his servos around my waist holding me to the ground. Oh my Primus, oh my Prime, oh my Primus. Megatron looks like he is in recharge but when I try to wriggle away his optic flick open.

"And where do you think your going?" Megatron asks staring at me.

"I- I" I say and then it all comes rushing back, "HoLy PrImUs" I screech my optics widening.

"Thought you had something wrong with your helm" Megatron says and lets me go as he stands up. 

"What- what on Cybertron?" I whisper still shocked out of my own helm.

"I must know" Megatron says before continuing, "why were you acting like someone who has had too much high grade?"

"I think it was because I had gone bitten by a snake" I reply.

"Ah, well, I better be going" Megatron says and transforms flecks of sand falling everywhere, "I will be looking out for you, though" and with that Megatron fly's off into the distance.

"Oh my Primus" I whisper to myself with my helm in my servos.

...Later...

"Where on Cybertron did you get all these dents?" Ratchet questions as he scans me, I am sitting on a medical berth just thinking about how I let myself do that.

"Um, I fell a lot in the sand" I reply coming back to my senses.

"Really?" Ratchet says as Bumblebee pokes his helm into the Med Bay, "and did you fall onto your neck cables?" Ratchet continues as he examines my neck cables littered with fang bites.

"Ahh, those. Well-" I start before I am interrupted by Bumblebee.

"It looks like someone has bitten you, Arcee" he buzzes, "or have you bitten yourself?"

"Yeah, I just wanted to know what it feels like to be bitten" I say.

"Really? What does it feel like then?" Bumblebee asks.

"Um, like someone is biting you" I respond.

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A/N: Wow, so it's my first ever oneshot. Sorry if it's a bit short I will try and make the next one longer :)