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Random Nexus place. Sad Amy is sad. ((written with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dumbassludge
Amy sighs and flops down onto the grass. "Christmas stinks."
"No! Mean people on Chrissy mas stink," counters a deep, gentle voice from overhead.
"I didn't have any people on Christmas." Amy hugs her knees.
Her friend cups his hand around her. "You have me, Sludge?"
She's silent for several moments, then shakes her head. "I didn't mean to try and make you feel sorry for me, Sludge."
The Dinobot tilts his head and lifts her close to his chest. "Not want sad!"
Amy winces and wipes her eyes hastily, then stands on his hand to lean against him and spread out her arms in an attempt at a hug. "I'm sorry, Sludge. I'm alright."
Sludge rumbles deeply as his thumb gently rubs her back. "No, you Amy-girl not. Me, Sludge not know how to help."
She quivers slightly, fighting hard against the urge to cry again. "You're helping. I just.... I don't know what to do anymore."
"Go someplace? Ask strongest person Amy know what to do?" He says continuing to caress her back.
"The strongest people I know are my creators, and they think I'm over reacting. And I'm leaving the planet as soon as I've got everything arranged." She sighs and curls her arms between herself and her friend, then drops her voice. "I'm thinking of getting reprogrammed."
The rumbling stalls a moment before starting up again. "That...big. Him, Ratchet...not like reprogramming. Him say it go against what the spark want." He gently strokes her hair.
A sob gets away before she can catch it. "I'm not supposed to remember those things anyway. We usually don't remember anything from before we've been twinned." And if she didn't remember them they couldn't hurt.
Sludge just sighs and continues to gently cuddle the little femme. "Me...not smart. Not best person to ask." He thinks for a moment. "Her, Cureall, know a lot more. She have memory wipe long ago."
"The little purple femme?" Amy looks up with surprise. "She did?"
"She not talk about... not unless asked. She still hurt from it." He pets her soothingly. "She tell though, when asked."
She blinks, then leans close again with a sigh, listening to that rumbling and feeling comforted by it.
"I'm glad I know you," she says after a moment. "Cureall said you were a good friend, and she was right."
Sludge beams proudly. "Me, Sludge, glad to know Amy-girl too."
That gets a small laugh from her, and she pats him. "Thank you."
Sludge nods and leans back so Amy can lay across his chest. He can't think of any other word right now, so just lets her rest and talk when she wants.
She's content to just lay there, feeling more relaxed than she has in awhile. After a little while the stress of her day catches up with her and she sinks into recharge mode curled comfortably on her big friend.
Sludge's optics soon power down as well as he joins her in their well deserved nap, and the two continue there undisturbed and content.
"No! Mean people on Chrissy mas stink," counters a deep, gentle voice from overhead.
"I didn't have any people on Christmas." Amy hugs her knees.
Her friend cups his hand around her. "You have me, Sludge?"
She's silent for several moments, then shakes her head. "I didn't mean to try and make you feel sorry for me, Sludge."
The Dinobot tilts his head and lifts her close to his chest. "Not want sad!"
Amy winces and wipes her eyes hastily, then stands on his hand to lean against him and spread out her arms in an attempt at a hug. "I'm sorry, Sludge. I'm alright."
Sludge rumbles deeply as his thumb gently rubs her back. "No, you Amy-girl not. Me, Sludge not know how to help."
She quivers slightly, fighting hard against the urge to cry again. "You're helping. I just.... I don't know what to do anymore."
"Go someplace? Ask strongest person Amy know what to do?" He says continuing to caress her back.
"The strongest people I know are my creators, and they think I'm over reacting. And I'm leaving the planet as soon as I've got everything arranged." She sighs and curls her arms between herself and her friend, then drops her voice. "I'm thinking of getting reprogrammed."
The rumbling stalls a moment before starting up again. "That...big. Him, Ratchet...not like reprogramming. Him say it go against what the spark want." He gently strokes her hair.
A sob gets away before she can catch it. "I'm not supposed to remember those things anyway. We usually don't remember anything from before we've been twinned." And if she didn't remember them they couldn't hurt.
Sludge just sighs and continues to gently cuddle the little femme. "Me...not smart. Not best person to ask." He thinks for a moment. "Her, Cureall, know a lot more. She have memory wipe long ago."
"The little purple femme?" Amy looks up with surprise. "She did?"
"She not talk about... not unless asked. She still hurt from it." He pets her soothingly. "She tell though, when asked."
She blinks, then leans close again with a sigh, listening to that rumbling and feeling comforted by it.
"I'm glad I know you," she says after a moment. "Cureall said you were a good friend, and she was right."
Sludge beams proudly. "Me, Sludge, glad to know Amy-girl too."
That gets a small laugh from her, and she pats him. "Thank you."
Sludge nods and leans back so Amy can lay across his chest. He can't think of any other word right now, so just lets her rest and talk when she wants.
She's content to just lay there, feeling more relaxed than she has in awhile. After a little while the stress of her day catches up with her and she sinks into recharge mode curled comfortably on her big friend.
Sludge's optics soon power down as well as he joins her in their well deserved nap, and the two continue there undisturbed and content.