Nexus. A bench near a stone arch. A different take on things

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Threnody is unaware of the symphony of bird song occurring over her head and all around her. She's paying no mind to the local rodent population, though there's a squirrel sitting on her foot right at this moment. She has no attention to spare for the bright forms of the flowers that are scattered throughout the undergrowth and the grass of the little forest glade she's found. Most of her attention is focused on the tiny construction of paper and various colouring chemicals that she holds between her fingertips.

Cyclonus would be non-plussed, and Scourge would be quietly and uncomprehendingly supportive if they found her now, but she's used to those reactions when her friends find her with a book.

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She's ready for mayhem when a glimpse outside has her suddenly go dead silent and still as she tucks herself behind his spark.

And a white mech with a black chevron on his forehead pauses to frown at Scourge. "You alright, buddy?"

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Scourge, who by now is on the ground cowering from absolutely nothing, looks up at him in wary confusion. "Y...yes," he answers, creeping back again, systems still surging with fear.

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"You sure?" Ratchet resists the urge to hunker next to him. He hasn't got time to deal with Decepticon personal space and pride issues right now.

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"Fine. Fine." The tracker's wings hunch up, hiding his scared face from the Autobot.

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He frowns more deeply, but the guy's alive, and not his assignment, so he can't really do anything unless he asks.

-Which isn't likely, from a Decepticon. They know who I am even without the Autobrand.-

"Alright." He sighs and moves on, vanishing into the crowd.

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And it's at this point Scourge notices the yelling in his head has stopped. Quickly he springs to his feet and takes off, trying to catch up with the Autobot. "Wait!"

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He suddenly can't move, and there's the faintest hint of laughter from his unwelcome guest. Oddly, it doesn't seem to be aimed at him.

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"Autobot! Ratchet!" he calls into the crowd with what remains of his self-control before his presence collapses at the back of his mind.

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"No," murmurs Galvatron, stooping him to pick up the PINpoint and calibrator. "You're not going to ruin my fun." She pauses to look inward. "You know, the feeling's mutual. I like my Scourge better. She never whined this much."

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Please, just leave me alone. I didn't want to get mixed up in this, should have just fled when I had the chance.

He didn't mean to whine. He was just terrified out of his CPU.

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-Did my 'brother's' dying affect you so badly?- She 'pokes' at him, feeling bemused. -I can't even hurt you, and you're nearly shorting out with fear of me.-

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You yelled. I got scared. He shrinks back from the poke. And you won't let me go.

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-I need you,- she says impatiently as she fiddles with the calibrator and PINpoint. Then she causes his body to frown as she realizes that she needs to get a reading of her own self, and not Scourge's shell. But if she lets go of Scourge while he's this frightened he'll bolt.

This is Galvatron grumbling to herself and offering comforting feelings. Praise for what he's already done, and reminders of Cyclonus. A reminder that soon she'll be gone and he won't have to worry about her any more.

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The shaking eases, but only fractionally. He's done so little, he's barely useful as a slagworker, and Cyclonus is ashamed of him some days.

Just...he'll get through this and then he'll run.