Title: Gravity of Love
Series: Transformers G1 (my Avalon-verse)
Rating: G-PG13
Characters/Pairing: Springer/OC, mentions of Arcee/Hot Rod
Summary: Sometimes love comes easily, sometimes it comes through adversity and sometimes it pulls you in like a black hole. Little snippets of memory about a mech and a femme finding love in the middle of a civil war.


He was holding her hand when Gravity’s optics came back online. She looked up at him in confusion.

“Springer? How?”

“Ultra Magnus had us out on maneuvers near the outpost your team was raiding. We mobilized as soon as we received your distress call.” He gave her a smile. “You’ve been offline for two cycles, but our medic was able to repair all the damage.”

Gravity seemed relieved. “What about the others?”

“Repaired and released. Chromia is still on light duty, but everyone else is ready to go.”

“Well, they’re going to have to wait.”

Now it was Springer’s turn to be confused. “What?”

“Since they were released first, I’ve missed my chance to spend any time with you.”

“No you didn’t.” Springer gave Gravity’s hand a squeeze. “I was with you the entire time.”



Arcee laughed when he picked her up and spun her around in joy.

“I’m glad to see you so happy,” she said when he put her down, “But what brought that on?”

“She told me she loved me!” Springer was grinning like an idiot as he said it.

“Who? Gravity?” Arcee smiled too, infected by her friend’s happiness.

“Yes! When we were on the comm a little while ago. Gravity told me she loved me before wehad to sign off.” His grin softened into an amazed smile. “Isn’t it incredible?”

“Yes,” Arcee replied with her own smile. “I’m so happy for you Springer.”

“Happy about what?” Hot Rod asked as he entered Arcee’s quarters.

“She told me she loved me!”




Optimus Prime and his command staff were gone.

The knowledge that Megatron and his command staff were also missing did nothing to relieve the demoralization of the Autobot army. Elita-1’s reassurances that Optimus was not dead did nothing to relieve the depression. Every cycle longer that their leader was gone made things much harder in the army.

In order to boost what morale they could, and to share resources, Ultra Magnus and Elita-1 had merged their units. It was a temporary solution at best, because the remaining Decepticon forces would rally from their own losses eventually and the merged army would be an easy target.

But they would all take advantage of the time while they had it.

Springer, Gravity, Arcee and Hot Rod were sitting together in the commissary. Their energon was long gone, but they didn’t have the motivation to separate. Gravity was wrapped in Springer’s arms while Hot Rod was resting his head on Arcee’s shoulder.

Springer wished he could find the energy to tease his friends about having finally started a relationship when everyone had known they were right ofr each other all along.

“What do we do if he never comes back?” Hot Rod asked.

None of the friends needed to ask who “he” was.

“He’s not dead,” Gravity replied. “He’ll be back.”

Springer shared a look with Arcee that said they wished they could believe that.

“But when?” Hot Rod continued. “I can’t take much more of this waiting; its driving me crazy.”

“Its driving all of us crazy,” Arcee said softly. “The whole army will fall apart soon if somebody doesn’t do something.”

“He’ll be back,” Gravity repeated.

Springer held her more tightly, and wished that he could share his love’s optimism.

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