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When you find your partner's lifemate hiding in stasis with her team, you simply can not do anything as simple as TELL him straight up she's been found. Nope.

Excerpt from Maelstrom 15 :Elita Maelstrom Chp. 15 Elita Prt AAuthor's Note
This story is part of a long series called Maelstrom. It is strictly Gen. 1 - sorry, but that was all that was out when I started writing. If you have not read the nine original Maelstrom Comics and the preceding text stories, I strongly suggest you do. Each scene is posted in 20 page increments, which is the most DA will allow me at this time. If anyone knows how to get longer text files posted as a whole please let me know. Comments and especially crits. greatly appreciated. Series Start: https://illmatar.deviantart.com/art/Maelstrom-1-front-cover-67989907
Elita Part A
“Man!  I just ain’t cut out for this kinda work!” Jazz complained.  There was grime on his legs which he tried futilely to brush off.  His hands were even dirtier and he only made things worse.
“You’ve given yourself stripes....and it’s got to be done,” Magnus said, sounding none to happy about it either.
“I ain’t stupid Series starts:

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Mature Content

Rated M for language and violence...but not right at this moment.

Perceptor oversaw the revival with his usual meticulous care.  It went flawlessly and there were soon 17 dazed female Autobots to reassure.  Rodimus radioed Optimus to meet him at the top of the tunnels immediately, putting enough urgency in his voice to send his partner racing.  By the time Elita was awake enough to really understand anything that was being said to her, Optimus was at the top of the hidden tunnel, looking at the corpses.  Rodimus was waiting for him and slipped up on him from behind, startling Optimus by putting his hands over Op’s optic sensors.

“Guess who?” Rodimus sang.

“RODIMUS!  What kind of sick prank are you playing now?  I don’t have time for this!  Let me go!” Optimus cried, struggling a little.  The fact that he couldn’t seem to budge the aggravating weight on his back bothered him a little.  He didn’t like to be reminded of Rodimus’ assassin’s skills this way.  It made him feel vulnerable.

“Nope!  I won’t let you go!  I have a surprise for you!  Don’t worry!  I’m pretty sure you’ll like it!” Rodimus said with a rare, genuine laugh.  The laugh startled Optimus into behaving all the way down the tunnel.  Kup was sitting with Elita and talking to her soothingly when the Primes made their strange appearance at the mouth of the tunnel.  Elita blinked in stasis-induced confusion for a moment, but then a wide, overjoyed smile brightened her lovely face.

She got up swiftly and put a hand over Rodi’s, meeting the young robot’s gleaming optics with equal mischief and delight.  Rodimus grinned and slipped his hands out from under hers.

“Guess who?” Elita said huskily, knowing Optimus could see enough, and pulling her hand down slightly.

Optimus stared.  He tried to speak, failed, and stared some more.  Trembling, he took her still-extended hand into his own and drew her to him - then suddenly grabbed her in a crushing hug which looked a bit painful to those watching.  Somehow Elita didn’t seem to mind.

Description
When you find your partner's lifemate hiding in stasis with her team, you simply can not do anything as simple as TELL him straight up she's been found. Nope.

Excerpt from Maelstrom 15 :Elita Maelstrom Chp. 15 Elita Prt AAuthor's Note
This story is part of a long series called Maelstrom. It is strictly Gen. 1 - sorry, but that was all that was out when I started writing. If you have not read the nine original Maelstrom Comics and the preceding text stories, I strongly suggest you do. Each scene is posted in 20 page increments, which is the most DA will allow me at this time. If anyone knows how to get longer text files posted as a whole please let me know. Comments and especially crits. greatly appreciated. Series Start: https://illmatar.deviantart.com/art/Maelstrom-1-front-cover-67989907
Elita Part A
“Man!  I just ain’t cut out for this kinda work!” Jazz complained.  There was grime on his legs which he tried futilely to brush off.  His hands were even dirtier and he only made things worse.
“You’ve given yourself stripes....and it’s got to be done,” Magnus said, sounding none to happy about it either.
“I ain’t stupid Series starts:


Mature Content

Rated M for language and violence...but not right at this moment.

Perceptor oversaw the revival with his usual meticulous care.  It went flawlessly and there were soon 17 dazed female Autobots to reassure.  Rodimus radioed Optimus to meet him at the top of the tunnels immediately, putting enough urgency in his voice to send his partner racing.  By the time Elita was awake enough to really understand anything that was being said to her, Optimus was at the top of the hidden tunnel, looking at the corpses.  Rodimus was waiting for him and slipped up on him from behind, startling Optimus by putting his hands over Op’s optic sensors.

“Guess who?” Rodimus sang.

“RODIMUS!  What kind of sick prank are you playing now?  I don’t have time for this!  Let me go!” Optimus cried, struggling a little.  The fact that he couldn’t seem to budge the aggravating weight on his back bothered him a little.  He didn’t like to be reminded of Rodimus’ assassin’s skills this way.  It made him feel vulnerable.

“Nope!  I won’t let you go!  I have a surprise for you!  Don’t worry!  I’m pretty sure you’ll like it!” Rodimus said with a rare, genuine laugh.  The laugh startled Optimus into behaving all the way down the tunnel.  Kup was sitting with Elita and talking to her soothingly when the Primes made their strange appearance at the mouth of the tunnel.  Elita blinked in stasis-induced confusion for a moment, but then a wide, overjoyed smile brightened her lovely face.

She got up swiftly and put a hand over Rodi’s, meeting the young robot’s gleaming optics with equal mischief and delight.  Rodimus grinned and slipped his hands out from under hers.

“Guess who?” Elita said huskily, knowing Optimus could see enough, and pulling her hand down slightly.

Optimus stared.  He tried to speak, failed, and stared some more.  Trembling, he took her still-extended hand into his own and drew her to him - then suddenly grabbed her in a crushing hug which looked a bit painful to those watching.  Somehow Elita didn’t seem to mind.