randomplaces | Some nexus somewhere. In the middle of mischief. The stray brought home.

"My lady!" said Cyclonus gladly as he stepped into the room and finally caught sight of his quarry.

Galvatron froze in the act of trying to give a recharging Autobot a bad dream. Whoops! Busted. "WHAT??"

Cyclonus flinched but stood his ground. "It's time to go home."

Galvatron eyed him rebelliously, even though lack of Allspark song and communion was making her punchy.

Her lieutenant hesitated, but then walked over and put out his hand. "Please?"

She gave him a double barreled hairy eyeball... and felt his certainty that he was about to be decked again as he steeled himself and stepped closer.

"Primus wants you to come home, my lady."

Her face dropped into a black scowl as she kicked him in the kneecap. "I DON'T ONLY SLAGGING HIT YOU! STOP ACTING LIKE A WHIPPED CUR!"

"Yes, my lady," he said, his expression and emotions stoic.

She stopped and blinked, realizing what she'd just done. "...Slag."

Ignoring his startled mental flailing, she stepped close and put her arms around him, mentally and emotionally demanding that he reciprocate.

Cyclonus could feel what she wanted... but they were in public.... Of course they were also dead and couldn't be harmed... but still, he didn't want to sully her reputation....

He looked down into her fierce optics and wrapped his arms around her, his relief that he'd found her and that she was alright flooding over their bond.

Galvatron sighed as she looked back at his serious face, remembering when she was dying and he had held her. "That's better."

Cyclonus felt pleased that she was pleased, but her words required no response, so he didn't give one.

And then he was mentally flailing again as she suddenly went up on her toes and pecked him on the mouth before laughing and following the Allspark song home. He paused for a moment to get his thoughts back in order, then took a deep 'breath' through intakes that no longer drew air before following her.