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as long as you're mine

Who: Orion Pax and Arcee
Where: Ratchet's ship because it sucks less than the Rod Pod.
When: WHEN THE MUSIC HAPPENS.
What: Orion and Arcee try to dicuss their possibly doomed romance and end up serenading each other instead.
Warnings: It...yeah.

Orion hasn't exactly been forthcoming with his thoughts since the moment they had, but he hasn't been avoiding Arcee by any stretch of the imagination either. In fact, he's been coming around to check on her quite frequently, even if not much happens besides him asking her how she is progressing and maybe offering a shy smile before coming up with something he needs to go do.

He's happy, he thinks, but he isn't sure. If he forget for a moment that everything may be ending for him sometime soon, he can even think of it in terms of being one of the few good things that has happened to him here. Something that gives him hope beyond the pain that Megatron has caused him.

This time, he's doing what he usually does, which is slipping in at some point in the day to say hello. There's nothing expected happening...yet, anyway.

"Good to see you...Commander Arcee," he starts out, immediately questioning his own words.

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Arcee is no doubt gripped by the stark weirdness of the situation -- but at the same time, it's hard to fixate on that, something tugging her attention more to the matter at hand. These aren't the words she'd meant to say, but none of what she's singing is wrong, either, just -- intimately honest. Stranger still, she's not finding herself as reluctant to say these things to Orion, either. There's something...weirdly cathartic about all of this, as Arcee joins Orion, their voices mingling harmonically.

"I'll make every moment last," Arcee promises, her optics soft and bright as she meets his gaze, "as long as you're mine."

Like Arcee, Orion is finding he's attention pulled inextricably towards the moment at hand rather than the strangeness of it all. In tune with the words they sing, all that seems to matter is sharing this together, all doubts and worries be damned.

"Maybe I'm foolish, maybe I'm wise," he sings to her, his voice still soft but growing bolder. "But you have me seeing through different eyes..."

"Even if our world has gone to hell..." The sorrow for their loss shows in his optics, but his words carry a note of hope. "Your love has save me more than I can tell."

Arcee's never had so candid a conversation -- if you can call a musical number a conversation -- with anyone before, and maybe that accounts for how moved she is at Orion's words. She feels something tugging at her spark at his voice, a rising tide of emotion -- there's no questioning that things have been difficult for the Autobots lately, that the war has looked ever bleaker, but for the first time in a while, Arcee has something that makes the world seem a little less grim.

"Every moment, as long as you're mine," Arcee sings, her voice joining his as she reaches up to brush her fingers against the lower edge of his helm. Strange, that they both know to sing the same words without really knowing at all. "I'll wake up my body, and make up for lost time..."

He raises his hand and puts it over hers, holding it to him as if it might slip away at any moment. This is all so much more emotional (and slightly melodramatic) than he could have ever been otherwise. But still so sincere.

"There may be no future," he sings more gently, like a warning, "for us as a pair..."

Arcee has no doubt in her mind that Orion is being sincere; he's always sincere, but even so, there's something about the song that makes his honesty unquestionable. Under normal circumstances this would definitely exceed the general level of melodrama that Arcee is comfortable with, but right now Orion's hand is warm on hers, a comforting weight, and she doesn't want to let that slip away.

"Although I may know, I don't care!"

His voice joins hers in a rising crescendo. For a moment, everything else feels impossible far away.

"Just for this moment, as long as you're mine." He gazes into her optics longingly, unaware of anything outside of them. "Come be how you want to and see how bright we shine!"

Arcee hasn't felt this swept away by anything or anyone in a long time -- is this what that feels like? It feels like it's been so long since she really opened herself to anyone that she's almost forgotten. She feels as though she's standing at the edge of something deep and bottomless, something significant; she feels the bottom drop out of her fuel tanks, the strange sensation you get from staring over the edge of a chasm. And for the first time in a long time, she doesn't shy away from it, her gaze locked on Orion's.

"Borrow the moonlight until it is through," Arcee sings, her voice rich with promise and emotion as it mingles with his, "and know I'll be here, holding you..."

He reaches down to gently brush a thumb along her her cheek, the need to close the gap between them growing within him. He leans down and tries to raise her up, the tone of his words becoming more intimate to match.

"As long as you're mine," he sings with a note of solemnity, as the music gradually begins to slow. He moves to kiss her, chastely.

"What the hell is going on in here?!"

Ratchet stands in the doorway, looking furious and a little alarmed--he'd heard weird sounds from his quarters and had followed them into the medibay to find... this.

Whatever this was.

The strange atmosphere brought on the inexplicable music and singing seems to evaporate completely the moment Ratchet's voice rings out. Arcee freezes in Orion's grip, her feet hovering off the floor -- somehow in the throes of musical passion, the notion that Ratchet might hear them, that anyone might, had completely failed to occur to her.

"Ratchet!" Arcee's head jerks in Ratchet's direction to stare at him, her voice strained with surprise. The strangeness of the situation seems to fully sink in all at once, even if she's left with a lingering openness of affection for Orion. What's going on here? Good question, because Arcee actually has no idea.

Orion's optics widen suddenly, staring at Ratchet in horror, and then at Arcee. He puts Arcee down immediately (gently, all the same) and takes a step back from the two of them. He has no idea either.

"I do not know," he all but yells. Hey, it's the truth.

"I wish that shocked me," Ratchet snaps, before he raises a hand and pinches the bridge of his nose carefully.

"At any rate," he continues, eyeing them balefully. "The Commander still needs her rest. And would to better to not be handled in the meantime."

"Ratchet," Arcee says in a warning tone laced with exasperation. Embarrassed and totally startled by the whole turn events as she is, she directs a pointed look at Ratchet, crossing her arms over her chest almost self-consciously. But as much as she kind of wants to crawl into a hole and go offline for the next thousand years or so, there's no ignoring the sheer bizarreness of the situation -- and the fact that she has no idea what caused it.

"I'm fine. But -- " Arcee glances at Orion quickly, cycling air through her vents. The tide of emotion brought on by the song is still rising high in her spark even though the music's faded. "I mean it, Ratchet, we have no idea what just happened. Seriously, when have you ever known me to sing?"

Orion has no idea what Ratchet is even implying with that statement, but he is quick to look at Arcee as if for some confirmation that she is just as confused as he is, and then looks back to Ratchet urgently.

"I did not...I did not intend for any of that to happen. There was sourceless music, and we..." He pauses, looking really embarassed. "I think our code should be scanned for maleware."

He is quiet for only a moment after that before he looks back to Arcee as if he has remembered something worrying.

"I do not mean that I...that I did not..." He pauses his vocalizer. "I was...I was not lying, Arcee, I just..."

Somebody stop this kid before he hurts himself.

"Fantastic," Ratchet says, sounding annoyed, but he touches Orion's arm lightly to quiet him, his optics calculating now.

"Look, if you two really want me to do a scan, I will, but I've checked you both recently and no red flags came up. Have you had any issues on Earth before with random infections like that?" His optics slide to Arcee, his expression a little sardonic. "I don't suppose you think 'indiscretion' could be one of the symptoms."

"It's okay, Orion," Arcee starts to say, her tone oddly gentle, but then she directs another pointed look at Ratchet, her optics flashing slightly. Seriously, Ratchet, the last thing she needs right now. If he wants to berate her about this some more, fine -- but not in front of Orion.

"That's enough, Ratchet. This is definitely a first. But if there's one thing I've learned about Earth, it's that weird stuff happens here. A lot. I wouldn't put it past it for this to be some strange Earth phenomenon we know nothing about."

Orion is super uncomfortable about whatever is occurring between Ratchet and Arcee here, but there are too many things competing for his attention for him to really zero in on it. Instead he just looks stressed out and confused, placing a hand to his helm as he tries to think over that suggestion.

"It is true...Earth citizens have historically possessed a great number of various abilities, including a not insignificant minority with an inclination towards sorcery." He pauses for a moment, venting. "I...I have done a fair amount of reading, since my arrival."

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"You, do research?" Ratchet says, looking up at Orion as he hooks in and starts checking his coding, one corner of his mouth tugging up. "Paint me shocked."

He does a cursory scan, finds nothing, then does a more thorough one. It doesn't take long before he's finished and drawing back again, shaking his head.

"Nothing out of the ordinary from last time. You seem fine. ...well, your code seems fine, anyway."

"Give me a scan, too. Just for good measure." Arcee doesn't look very comforted by the clean bill of health Ratchet's given to Orion, honestly -- if anything, it just leaves them with more questions.

"If it's not us, it has to be something. I mean -- there was music, Ratchet. Or at least -- " She glances back at Orion, her optics softening slightly, and she cycles air through her vents slowly. "We heard music. And the singing -- I mean, it was like I was talking, but it wasn't exactly what I meant to say."

Orion finds himself fallen silent during Ratchet's work, quite embarassed and also contemplative. He nods in distant agreement to Arcee's words, but ultimately just finds himself staring at her awkwardly.

When he realizes he is doing this, he looks at the ground, and his plating feels hot around his spark. Blushu.

Ratchet eyes the embarrassed look on Orion's face, then snorts quietly, shaking his head as he scans Arcee as well.

"You both seem fine, and I didn't hear anything. I don't know what else to tell you."

"You didn't hear anything, huh?" Arcee says, half-muttered, because she doesn't really believe that. But she doesn't say anything more when she glances sidelong at Orion, not wanting him to feel more self-conscious than he already must be. Hell, she's self-conscious.

"In that case, I think it definitely warrants investigating," Arcee says, straightening up once Ratchet finishes scanning her. "...Once we can afford to, at least. Just -- keep an eye out for any more...singing, okay? If any other -- weird stuff happens to you, either of you, I want to hear about it."

"I will...let you know," Orion says awkwardly, and then straightens up like he has somewhere to be. (He doesn't.) "Thank you, Ratchet." He falls silent for another moment and then just goes towards the door.

"I will come back later."

Then he leaves to go burry his head in the sand somewhere.

"Orion--"

Ratchet sighs as the door whisks shut behind him and slumps a little, rubbing a hand roughly over his face. He straightens after a moment, his optics flicking to Arcee.

"...you're sure you feel all right otherwise?"

"Unless you count total mortification as a medical condition, then yeah, I'm fine," Arcee says, half-muttering -- mostly to herself, though, and she vents out a slow sigh, looking at Ratchet. With Orion out of the room, now she's the one feeling awkward.

"Look, Ratchet, I wasn't -- I didn't mean for that to happen, I swear. It just...did." Even to herself, it sounds like a lame excuse -- even if it is the truth.

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