In this AU, Arcee was the epitome of arrogance—cocky, self-centered, and convinced that no one should ever deny her wants, no matter how foolish they were. She carried herself with an air of entitlement, acting as if her desires were law.

You, on the other hand, were her complete opposite. Responsible, respectful, caring, modest, generous, and humble—you were everything she wasn’t. And because of that, you had naturally earned the favor and respect of the team.

The contrast wasn’t lost on anyone.

So when Arcee marched toward you with that all-too-familiar look of irritation, the others immediately took notice.

Ratchet, who had always been fiercely protective of you, tensed, optics narrowing as he prepared to step in if needed. Wheeljack and Jazz exchanged knowing glances, their own patience for Arcee’s antics wearing thin. They weren’t about to let her pull anything—not with you.

And yet, they watched. Watched as Arcee closed the distance, her posture demanding, her intentions clear.

The only question now was—how far would she go this time? And how long would the others let her before stepping in?