Always there for you...

Crossfire is an amazing bot to be around. He's fun, creative, tough, intelligent, quick minded, protective and much more. Miko even called him a gentlemech when caring for the team.

But recently he's been acting weird, like he's holding back. He's more quiet than usual, preferring to be in either his room or his ship. He doesn't come out much and when he does, he looks tired. His holoform has seen better days too. Crossfire keeps his mouth shut.

Right now Ratchet and Crossfire are in the med-bay, obeying the medi-bot's orders for a scan, Something wasn't right with the assassin looking bot and was trying to seeing what could've started his depression. (Y/n), his charge, has been worried sick ever since her guardian and closest friend had stopped picking her up from school. Heck, they don't even spend much time with each other anymore.

"(Y/n), he's going to be fine, just sit down." Jack, the teen's classmate, begs. (Y/n) had been walking back and forth in suspense.

The human sighed. "Sorry, it's just that Crossfire is the only person or bot that could tell what I was going through and be there when it does happen..."

"We know." Miko popped in. "You two practically never leave each other's side." The Japanese girl grabs (y/n)'s arm and dragged them to the couch and pushes them into the seat.

"Crossfire is a strong mech," Ultra Magnus adds. "A close friend to everyone that joined the Elite Guard and many others outside of it." He nods.

"Still." (Y/n) finished, looking around nervously. Ratchet walked into the main bunker and stood in front of everyone with a datapad in servo. Optimus Prime, Ultra Magnus, Wheeljack, Bulkhead, Smokescreen, Bumblebee and Arcee were in the same bunker, with the 4 teens they all await for any information about Crossfire.

"Crossfire barely made a sound when I tried to get him to talk. I did get some things however," Ratchet paused and looked at everyone then back at the datapad. "It's slow but the good thing is that it isn't anything physical luckily, but it is more mental."

"Like what?!" (Y/n) semi-shouted, getting off the couch and gripped the railing tightly.

"It's as you would say, demons. I believe it might've started when he was banned from returning to Cybertron for something he didn't do. It only grew as he self-taught himself skills that his sire only knew." Ratchet closed his optics, so did Optimus, but in thought than to Ratchet.

"So because he was told to never return, my guardian basically was attacking himself from the inside...?"

"Correct." Ratchet looked at (y/n).

Miko walked up beside the (h/c) teen. "Is it getting worse?"

"I'm afraid so, at least from my scans it looks so."

"I'm not going to stand by as my partner slowly offlines himself." Arcee buts in. "He's seen and done far more things for not only us, but for everyone and everything, as if I'm letting his spark snuff itself." She declared, heading towards the medbay, where Crossfire was located.

Ratchet blocked the femme's path, "I'm afraid I can't let you. He's emotionally unstable-"

"Then at least let me." Ratchet opened his mouth to input, but was cut off, "I've cried to him since I realized he wasn't leaving my side. Crossfire even cried to me when he felt his bond with his brother break." (Y/n) was on the verge of tears as they looked at everyone. "If anything, I was the one that inspired him to keep fighting when he could've given up."

Optimus thought for a moment than sighed softly. "You and Crossfire are very close, I believe that you can help him again. Like many times before."

The medic also gave a sigh. (Y/n) sped down to the floor and sprinted to the medbay, where Crossfire was in. Once there, she poked her head in and saw Crossfire, hunched over a medical table.

"Crossfire...?" (That's 666 words.)

Crossfire flinched and looked over his shoulder and grinned. "(Y/n)! How ya been?"

"You feeling ok?" She blurted out, walking into the room fully.

The green mech stumbled over his words in shock. "I'm doing f-fine Butterfly, why ya ask?"

His human sighed. She walked over to his ped, silently asking to be picked up. To which, Crossfire did.

"You haven't been yourself since a month ago. So don't try to hide your pain from me." (Y/n) continued. Crossfire sighed while placing the human on the table he was hunched over. He smiled sadly down at her and sighed again, more quietly then before.

"Ok, ya got me. I'm not doing too well..." Crossfire rested his arms on the table and rested his helm in them. His green hood hiding his faceplate from any light.

"Hey, it's ok. I'll help you get through whatever your feeling right now."

"...Really...?" Breathlessly asked in slow shock. Shifting his helm, he revealed his emerald optics to his charge. Wanting to be eye to eye with (y/n) and what she had to say next.

"Yeah..." (Y/n) spoke softly, with a shy smile. Which in turn, made Crossfire smile a tiny bit.

"Thanks." Crossfire leaned down to nuzzle her organic body, appreciating her willingness to help him through his darkest hour.