If the Right One Came Along - A PercyxMoonie fic

    I've got this friend
    
        

        

    
    It was in a library, shelves filled with glowing datapads of almost every color, that you met her.
    

    

    Oh, she was so beautiful. A pale, glowy green, the lightwaves stimulating a rush of soothing endorphins through your frame.
    

    

    
        I don't think you know him
        

    
    

    "You dropped this."
    

    

    "Oh! Th-thank you."
    

    

    
        He's not much for words
        

    
    

    "……..Well…..bye, then", she murmured, rearranging her things before running off. "And try not to drop anymore datapads, okay?"
    

    

    "Farewell, then", you answered, waving to her.
    

    

    Well, that was nice, you thought then. Nothing too interesting, you thought.
    

    He's hidden his heart away
    

    It wasn't as if you'd meet her again.
    

    
        

        Oh, I've got this friend
        

        

    
    Except you did. Many times, after.
    

    

    A loveless romantic
    

    

    Reasonable, you thought. The two of you attended the same educational institution. Had some of the same classes.
    

    

    
        All that he really wants
        

    
    

    She's just a femme. A nice one. Not a scientist, not an introvert, like you, but certainly more polite than some other femmes you've met.
    

    
        

        Is someone to want him back
        

        

    
    And then came the anomaly: she was the curious type. She loved knowledge as much as you did. And she was rather quick when it came to trigonometry.
    

    

    And she was always, always there. You always bumped into her. A smile here, a greeting there.
    
        

    
    Then it was that one class you couldn't help yourself glancing at her every 2.3 kliks. It was history, and she was your project partner. But you couldn't
    help but notice she looked different that time.
    

    

    
        Oh, if the right one came
        

    
    
        

    
    "Bye, Percy!", she said to you, gathering her things like always.
    

    

    Percy? Only Wheeljack and Skyfire ever called you 'Percy'.
    

    
        

    
    The smile she directed your way catapulted the realization.
    

    

    
        If the right one came along
        

    
    

    Immediacy. Arousal. Physical attraction. Instinctive, natural impulses.
    

    

    In short…..
    

    

    ……you were falling for this femme. And you…..didn't mind.
    

    

    Not one bit.
    

    
        

        Oh, if the right one came along
        

        

        ……
        

        

        

        Oh, I have got this friend
        

        

    
    You always brightened whenever you saw him.
    

    

    
        I don't think you know her
        

    
    

    'Why?', any normal bot would ask of you. Then they'd reason that, although he was intelligent and practical, he wasn't exactly attractive, or seductive, or
    strong, or even the fighting type. Or, that he would be a good friend, but not much else.
    

    

    
        She sings a simple song
        

    
    

    At least, they thought so.
    

    

    But he was kind. And respectful. And loyal. And the rambling he was known for was rather endearing to you. He said everything in that accent, and he said
    the most curious, interesting things. And he was attractive; just not in the usual sense, with the bulky chassis and upper arms, hardened, scarred faces,
    and deep, gruff voices.
    

    

    Oh, and he wouldn't make passes at you like some mechs.
    

    

    
        It sounds a lot like his
        

    
    

    He noticed a datapad you had tucked under your arm once, while the two of you were walking down to the library, which was slowly becoming the main hangout
    spot for the two of you.
    
        

        

        Oh, I've got this friend
    
    
        

    
    

    "You read work from Beta Magnus?"
    

    

    "Yes. Why?"
    

    

    You smiled in response, and, almost meekly, showed him a deep violet datapad titled 'Eutopia: A Memoir' by Beta Magnus herself.
    

    

    "I love her stuff. Full of knowledge from a femme leader. Her documentaries are always so interesting."
    

    

    "I agree. Personally, I read a lot more of her work regarding organic species, as well as Quintesson-related history, but, then, I haven't had ample time
    to read memoirs or other documentaries."
    

    

    
        Holding on to her heart
        

    
    

    And, several long breems and amiable but quiet chatter later, as he remorsefully pointed how much time had passed, he added, "You know, Moonracer, you are
    quite the conversationalist. I thoroughly enjoy our lengthy but stimulating discussions. I should……ask you to come with me to map out star charts sometime.
    You'd like learning about other celestial bodies, I'm sure."
    

    

    
        Like it's a little secret
        

    
    

    And, though you already knew you weren't just a pretty face, whether or not he knew how you felt, he treated you that way. Like an equal. Like a friend.
    

    

    You wanted to be more than that.
    

    

    
        Like it's all she's got to give
        

    
    

    But other bots have taught you to be more cautious.
    

    

    And 'other bots' being jerks you've dated in the past. You were good to them, there was communication, but in the end, your spark still broke a little.
    
        

        

        Oh, if the right one came
    
    

    

    But this one? You looked at him hopefully, and he inclined his head, as if waiting for an answer to a question.
    

    

    "Oh! The planetarium thing! Yes, I'd love to, Perceptor."
    

    

    "Please", he said, smiling back, "if 'Percy' suits you better, you are free to associate me with that moniker."
    

    

    
        If the right one came along
        

    
    

    He allowed you to call him Percy. There was always a flash of indignation when anyone else besides his closest friends called him that. Teachers and
    somewhat-bullies, especially.
    

    

    "Okay. That sounds great! See you soon, Percy!"
    

    

    And you relished how his faceplates lit up as you threw him a smile over your shoulder.
    

    
        

        Oh, if the right one came along
        

        

        ……
    

    It'd be such a shame
    
        

    
    

    True to their words, they met up and mapped star charts many, many breems later.
    

    

    If they never meet
    
        

        

    
    Perceptor, in his microscopic alt-mode, relayed information to Moonracer, who asked questions, listened, and glanced through the scope with wide-eyed
    wonder.
    

    

    She sounds lovely
    
        

        

    
    And she always had a hand on him. In microscope form, of course.
    

    

    "We….we should be working on our History project."
    

    

    "Mmm-hhmmm", he mumbled absentmindedly, transforming back into bot mode and turning around, intending to take the charts from her hands.
    

    

    
        He's sounds right out of a dream
        

    
    

    And had taken hold of her smaller, less blocky hands instead.
    

    

    
        If only, if only, if only
        

    
    

    They looked down at their joined hands. Then at one another, staring in surprise.
    

    

    
        Oh, oh, if the right one came
        

    
    

    "…….Except I kind of don't want to", she admitted in a quiet, shy tone only he could hear.
    

    

    "….That's…..understandable."
    

    

    
        If the right one came along
        

    
    

    He felt his usual intellectual confidence run dry as one of her hands slipped out to set the charts aside, then returned to the scientist's uneasy grasp,
    slowly running her nimble fingers along his wrists.
    

    

    "I just want to stay out here as long as I can."
    

    

    
        Oh (I've got this friend)
        

    
    

    It was everything for him not to fritz right there on the spot. How would Wheeljack handle this? How would Skyfire handle this? He really should've asked a
    classmate in the Academy how things like this progressed.
    

    

    "With you."
    

    

    She never had this sort of experience before. Why, oh why, didn't she ask Chromia for some advice? Chromia was confident, and had much experience with
    Ironhide. Not much, okay, but the blue femme really could've helped her in a situation like this.
    

    

    
        If the right one came
        

    
    

    "With me?"
    

    

    The pale green femme drew back a little. Then she realized; he didn't know.
    

    

    
        If the right one came along
        

    
    

    "Yes. With you."
    

    

    He was the first to look down at their entwined hands.
    

    

    "You have lovely hands. Not---not that the rest of you isn't lovely! I mean----not really pretty!----No, wait, yes, very pretty, but------you probably have
    a significant other----you're still lovely like your hands, Moonracer, just------"
    

    

    She stopped his nervous rambling with a quick clasp of his faceplates and a kiss pressed to one of his cheekplates. She wanted to let the feeling linger on
    him, long after making star charts. In his classes, as he worked in the science labs, even as he walked down the halls of the Academy. To feel her lip
    components and smile.
    

    

    
        Oh (I've got this friend)
        

    
    

    After a few agonizing, wonderful, blissful nanokliks, she broke away and left him standing there. The look in his faceplates was a dreamy, disbelieving
    fog, and it made her giggle. The giggle was enough to break him out of his daze, and he sputtered out some indistinguishable sound before fixing himself
    and picking up his charts as if nothing happened.
    

    

    If the right one came
    ……
    

    

    They parted ways like always, warmly and with promises of seeing each other the next time they were in school. The following school session, however, as
    they passed one another in the halls, shared sparkwarming glances in history class, and held the other's hand in the library, a thought kept pulsing in
    their heads.
    

    

    This is the One. This is the One. This is the One.
    
        

        

        .....along.