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I don't rememeber myself, but I still remember you [Closed]

WHO: ~~Optimus Prime~~ Orion Pax, Elita One
WHERE: The junk pile, on the way toward Alpha Trion's temple
WHEN Yesterday/today, not long after Blurr planted his bombs...whoops?
WHAT: Elita runs into Optimus. Who...isn't currently Optimus.
WARNINGS: Some violence, maybe some sads

This world wasn't home, but he had never been so pleased to be in a place that wasn't.

Firstforged. The Thirteen. The creation of Cybertron. Legends and rumor and old tales, long lost to time.

And here he was, able to experience them himself!

Despite his current location - trudging through the junk pile on foot, until he escaped back on to proper roads - Orion Pax couldn't be happier. Waking up in a room he didn't know, around people he didn't know, in a time he didn't know; all forgiven the moment he was told he was within a Temple of Prima. Everything around was a fascination all it's own (again), even the Lambda in the sky shooting junk everywhere.

He was confident he'd get home eventually. He just didn't want it to happen before he'd had his fill of living history.

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"Or so you say," Elita said, the retort automatic and unthinking, gently teasing. Anything to take her mind off the fact that this way, their progress would be relatively slow, and it was far to Solus' temple...

Even if they chose the underground path, which might be a good idea, actually.

"Do you kno where one of the entrances to the underground access to Solus' temple is? That's where we need to go." Since that was where Elita knew there was a med. bay.

"Ouch!" He laughed, shaking his head as he gave her a mock-glare. "Remind me to show you how 'clumsy' I can be when you're repaired again." His engine revved challengingly, but he did nothing to change his pace or jostle any wounds, stepping as softly as ever.

He quickly sobered, shaking his head.

"...And no, I don't know them. But I am sure you can guide me. How far are they from here?"

No way to mistake that and despite the fact that the rev of the engine is delightfully deep, displaying its potential output, Elita winced, and then managed to laugh, shaking her helm.

"I'm sure you would want to, but let's not do anything hasty," she said it with a grin, but it was a reminder to herself as much as trying to keep up the facade.

She was getting less and less sure not telling this version that she (still) wasn't the right Elita was the correct decision.

"That way, to start with." She pointed in the correct direction and then gave their distance from her and Orion's current location.

It was easy enough to mistake that wince for a gesture of physical pain rather than emotional discomfort, and he toned down his revving immediately, afraid that it might be the armor rattling that was causing her more pain. He expression briefly dropped as well, exposing naked pity and concern - and blatantly obvious affection - before he forcefully resumed his lighter air and turned them toward Solus' temple.

"It's not hasty. I'm giving you plenty of fair warning, after all."

Elita almost asked him to continue and not quiet down the revving of his engine, but she snapped her vocaliser shut around this words, as well as the annoyance over the pity.

She didn't need pity, merely help. Concern wasn't unwelcome though. The affection, however...

"... Mmm, you are, at that. On the other hand, that might give me an unfair advantage." Elita almost revealed she was not the right one... and then realised that wasn't a good idea, out here, in need of repairs as she was.

It might be a bit cruel, but it'd be safer, more practical and easier to tell him when she was somewhere safer at the least, if not repaired.

So instead Elita shifted her arms to be able to lean her cheek against the upper edge of his chest-plating as she spoke, and let her optics flicker out. Not in any attempt to trick him into thinking she was recharging, but hopefully there'd be less need to play along.

And she was, to be honest, getting tired.

"...Too true. But I do still have a few tricks hidden away in my programming, after all."

He went quiet when she relaxed against him. It was a good plan, and Orion's only reaction was a quick, worried increase in scans that lasted all of a second. Satisfied that she was resting rather than bleeding out, he allowed himself a brief engine thrum of relief before continuing on his way to the temple.

Thankfully, the route was bomb-free, and he was able to find his way into Solus' territory - and the medbay - readily enough.

Which was lucky, since even if she wasn't bleeding out, the tiredness meant sinking energy levels and was worrying enough on its own...

The repairs went well, however, and it wasn't really necessary for her to stay. This had on the other hand cemented her decision to download the schematics for the new altmode Solus Prime had gifted her with, as soon as the repairs had settled.

"... Ah. You waited." Elita paused in the doorway out of the medbay, her small smile genuine as she understood why he'd waited, but was nonetheless flattered... But it also hid the flash of guilt.

Since he had waited, she would tell him.

He didn't deserve to be kept in the dark any longer.

Despite the wait, Orion jerked up to his feet with a wide smile as soon as he spotted her, hands held out as he automatically moved for an embrace.

"Of course. How are you feeling? How did the repairs go?" He looked her up and down, obviously pleased by the obvious repairs, but his optics caught on her 'wings' as he seemed to notice the oddity of her alt mode for the first time now that the danger had passed.

But it wasn't enough of a difference for him to call out it. Not yet.

Elita certainly was, however, because that hug wasn't - and shouldn't, unless he actually meant it for her - be for her, so even as she took a step forward, she held an arm up, palm out.

"Wait." She shook her helm, only briefly stalling for time and then straightened up. "I'm all right. Your patchwork did waht it should, and well. Thank you." Dipping her helm in something between a nod and a thanks, Elita she knew had to say something now.

It was as good a moment as it got, danger over, and waiting any longer would be cruel.

"You ought to know, though, I'm not the Elita from your reality. I couldn't tell if you knew at first or not, and it was quite busy as it was either way." There was probably a gentler, better way to phrase it, give the revelation over... But as she stood there, arms folded over her chest, that didn't seem good enough.

But she dealt with facts, practical things... While she certainly was good at spotting emotions and moods, that didn't mean she was always excellent at knowing how to deal with them.

Orion froze when she indicated, though the confusion flashing across his faceplates was obvious...and it only got worse at her confession. In fact, it rather looked like someone had just hit him in the head with a steel beam.

"I...what now?"

He stumbled back a step, shaking his head lightly.

"I know this place is strange but...different reality? You're...you, Elita..."

He looked hurt and lost, vulnerably so; but, unerringly, despite the dread in his face, his gaze crawled back up to her 'wings' once more.

She winced at his reaction, the back mounted panels flexing and then tucking in, but even that can't make them invisible.

"I'm sorry." Even as she said it, she slowly got closer; she had no idea if he'd want the reassurance, but not offering something of the sort seemed worse than just standing there, and simply leaving now yet worse than either of them.

"Where I'm from, I haven't met your alternate more than very briefly." And at a distance. And if Orion didn't move or indicate he didn't want it, Elita would end up curling a hand around the nearest one of his she could reach.

"My alternate?"

He'd heard of 'alternates' here, copies from other dimensions. He had not considered it applied to him in the least-

Slowly, shocked faceplates twisted in realization, and he faltered back another step, away from her touch even if he regretted avoiding it the moment after.

"...You don't even know me, do you?"

He did not even know her.

A lesser mech might have bolted; Orion looked sorely pressed to do just that. He probably would have, if he had any idea about where to go.

He just looked lost.

This reaction makes it so very obvious that it's a younger version she has in front of her, and she briefly considered letting that flinch guide her, but given that look...

Maybe she shouldn't have, but she took a slightly faster step forward and curled a hand around an elbow.

"Only what I've learned while being here, and it's been... interesting." What else can she say, really? Especially given that expression.

"You know the location of where you have your room?" Give him an out, and if nothing else, if this version wasn't even sure which temple he belonged to given that he might have... changed... while not even at Prima's temple, she could at least give him that much.

Somewhere to run to, to at least ease that trapped, lost expression. She feels like going and hiding herself, a little.

If anything, his expression turns agonized at the touch. He wanted nothing more than to seek solace from her familiar presence. But it wasn't his Elita, and everything just suddenly seemed so wrong.

"I...yes? Vaguely? That is...where I woke up."

Where he woke up, oblivious that the people he knew in this strange new world were not his own. It is a terrifying realization. But the reminder helped; even if he didn't exactly recall the location he had only spent a small amount of time when first awoken, it was an option.

"I should just. Go."

He took a step back, but not far enough to pull completely out of her grasp. He didn't want this to be real.

"There, yes." She nods in confirmation and then just shakes her helm slowly, managing to keep her own expression collected at the naked and open agony.

There's nothing she can do about that, after all. She can't be who she isn't, unless she suddenly got a spark and memory transplant or something, and really, that wouldn't be much better.

"Thank you for the help." She holds still long enough when he draws back for the simple pressure of the weight of her arm to be felt through the loose touch before she backs away, briefly touching the center of her chestplates with a few fingers, underneath which her spark chamber is.

Then she turns around and starts to walk down the corridor, hoping that he does not need the help to find somewhere to leave to, and if he does, he'll either ask her... or hopefully have someone else to ask.

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