"It always seems impossible until it's done."

Quickstorm grunted as she dodged the swing of the mech's blade. 

Dozen of cuts from the mech in front of her littered across her frame as the dangerous dance contuied between the femme and mech.

While Quickstorm's frame was small, it was also lean. Giving her a chance to use speed and agility against the bulky mech.

Said mech - he was going by the stage name of "Thunderquake" - grunted as he missed Quickstorm again as she ducked under his arm and managed to get in a good slice on his side as she did.

The crowd of mechs and femme cheered as Quickstorm and "Thunderquake" stood only a few feet apart, venting heavily with energon leaking from their wounds.

"Thunderquake" rushed at Quickstorm, roaring, his rage fueling his actions as his blade lifted into the air, coming down to strike at the smaller cybertronian.

Quickstorm's purple-red optics flashed as her frame spun around, her ped connecting with "Thunderquake"'s chassis with a surprising amount of force that sent him flying back into the wall that surrounded the arena.

"QUICKSTORM! QUICKSTORM! QUICKSTORM!-"

The femme gave the crowd a wave as she left the arena, a couple other Cybertronians helped peel Thunderquake off the metal wall as she limped out.

Quickstorm's purple-red optics scanned the mechs and few femmes that were waiting for their own fights for a particular slender mech only to fail, shaking her helm and walking off towards the medic area.

A megacycle and a half later, Quickstorm's injuries had been sealed, thankfully no longer leaking energon as she watched the latest fight dully. 

"Quickstorm."

The femme's optics moved from the fight between a silver mech and a black mech to the slender mech beside her. 

Her derma unconsciously twitched into a small smile, "Soundwave," she greeted. 

The mech's hidden helm tilted at her, before an image was being displayed across his visor.

Quickstorm's optical ridges furrowed in confusion as she recognized the image; it was of her very first fights. She had been pitted up against somebot who had another six vorns on her in skill and age. 

She had only just managed to come out on top, though her arm had been gashed, along with several cuts across her frame. The very same arm wound that the mech beside her had fixed.

The image was showing how she had only just managed to dodge - it was an extremely lucky miss - what would've been a dangerous hit to her helm that would've caused her to lose the match, from the much older dark grey mech.

"Huh?"

"Skills far surpass that of theirs," Soundwave's recordings said, a little awkwardly.

Quickstorm shook her helm instantly as her optics widened, "No way," she protested, not trusting his words, not wanting to believe his words, "Never in a million vorns."

Unknown to her, Soundwave's derma quirked in amusement at her denial from behind his dark visor.

"I'm nothing compared to them," Quickstorm muttered as she watched Megatronus take down "Jumpstart", not realizing that the mech beside her's optics never left her frame.

Not once did his hidden optics leave her frame. Not even when Megatronus walked out of the ring, cheering on his fans.

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Jo and Aidan were only slightly confused when Lethe skived off from their usual met after school. 

Then they were just amused and teasing her when she texted them why she was ditching them. Only to have her leave the chat soon after, the two boys laughing as they chilled out at Jo's house(where they were supposed to be hanging out together after school; but of course someone had to ruin their plans).

The reason Lethe was "ditching" her two best friends, was because Sam had asked to hang out with her. To which she had instantly agreed to, oddly enough she could never say no to him. Other than their first couple interactions, she couldn't remember if she had otherwise.

Currently, the pair were sitting in a small booth in the Sanders Cafe. Lethe had a warm cup of Cappuccino Coffee while "Sam" had a cup of Espresso in front of him. 

By casual present day terms; it was a date.

By Lethe's terms it was a meeting between two friends trying to get to know each other better. After all, in her mind, they barely knew each other. She only knew him because her art teacher had introduced them, but only after the young man in front of her had saved her from dying.

But, by Soundwave's terms it was a chance to be reunited with someone he thought was lost. Someone he thought to have had their spark extinguished long ago, before humans had even existed.

Even if she couldn't feel the link between them, he could. And he never, ever, wanted to lose it again.

Here's Chapter Eight!

A little short; sorry!
I'm running out of Ideas; might add in an episode sooner or later.

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