It was a day just like any other with the Autobots. You were, yet again, fighting Decepticons in the mountains with your team.

You were a skilled fighter, easily fighting off vehicons.

Ever since he saw you, Dreadwing knew he was in love. Though he would never in his life admit that. Or well, so he thought.

He thought of you every day. As much as he tried he just couldn't get you out of his helm. He thought of your frame, your voice. Everything.. And, in the end, it got too much when he saw you again.

Dreadwing arrived at the battle field and you immediately caught his optics. This was his chance to confess, and he was gonna take it. He knew he was probably gonna get a slap in the faceplate and an 'ew, no!', but he really didn't care. He just couldn't keep it to himself anymore.

So, Dreadwing snuck up behind you, and snatched you away when you weren't looking. He took you to some kind of cave in the mountains, and when he got there he put you down against the wall and stepped back.

"What the frag!?" You yelled at him.

He puts his servos up defensively as he answers. "Calm down, I don't want to hurt you." His expression softens and you calmed down a little at the sight.

"...what do you want.." You ask him.

"I..." He cuts himself off, and rethinks if this is really a good idea or not. "I want to tell you something."