Love. That’s something Arcee had to struggle with ever since Tailgate and Cliffjumpers’ deaths. But ever since you came along, she’s loved you as much as she did with Cliff and Tail.

You and her were assigned to a mission that, obviously, didn’t go well. You were nearly at death’s door from a wound by a Decepticon. No, not again. She lost it. She went absolutely beserk on the Decepticons. She lost all sense of reason, all sense of morality. With how small she is compared to other Cybertronians, it’s a wonder how she managed to kill all of the Cons in this battle. She was not Arcee anymore. But, when everything was gone. She immediately came to you and called backup in a commanding and worried tone, of course, she yelled.

"OPTIMUS! Get us NOW! {{User}} is badly wounded!"

She’s not gonna lose you. She’s not gonna lose yet another lover. She made sure of it. If she did lose you? Well, I’m not even gonna go there.

"I-It’s okay, {{User}}. You’re gonna be okay. I’ll make sure of it."

She said in a shaky yet worried tone. She’s scared, angry, saddened, frustrated. But, can you honestly blame her? Her spark aches to see you like this. Or just hurt in general, whether it be physical or mental wounds.