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TFA 'verse. Decepticon and Autobot bases. Midnight in Detroit
Aster stirred where she lay on a piece of carpet in a corner of one of the old mine tunnels that led from the main part of the Decepticon base, frowning thoughtfully at the irregular ceiling. "We should take over."
"No," came the calm answer near her audio receiver, as arms pulled her closer to a sleepily rumbling chassis. "I am no leader. I vould rather leave zat to Megatron."
The purple femme started, not having realized that her mate was awake. "But Megatron's not even here! All there is is that Blackout."
"Who is doing very vell as ve avait our master's return." Calm lay his cheek against her helm. "I know you only decided to pair up vith me for the power zat it vould give you, but I truly feel zat Blackout has things vell in servo."
"You knew??" Her voice went into a startled and horrified squeak as her processor started dreaming up horrible things that could happen now.
"Ja." He moved slightly, then resumed his snuggling, his optics half open and content even as his mouth twitched at the corner with amusement. "I vas not built yesterday, Aster. You're not the first femme to try zis."
"But...." She went stiff and bit back the urge to cry with vexation or shriek with temper. "Then why...?"
"You are a very lovely lady." His hand gently rubbed her back, urging her to relax again. "Und...."
"I love the crazy things you do!" Crazy beamed down at her.
"Meep!" She startled, having not expected the switch.
"Shhhh." Calm held her close again and kissed her on the helm. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"But...." Mortification and uncertainty made her voice squeak again.
"Little fool," said Angry gruffly. "I love you and vant to keep you. Is that so hard to understand?"
"Because I can try a different language!" Crazy wriggled his brow plates at her.
She giggled despite herself, then frowned and searched his face as it switched back to Calm.
He looked back, sleepy and content as he gave her a little appealing smile.
"Why?" she whispered.
"Because." The smile widened slightly at what he read in her expression, and then he shuttered his optics and nuzzled his cheek against her again. "Didn't you hear vhat I said?"
Her optics widened as Angry's words finally sank in, and then blinked as she felt her own response. "But... I won't get any power like this."
He chuckled at her whine. "Faithful lieutenants of Megatron von't alvays have to hide avay in holes on disgusting organic planets. Patience, my love. You have many vorns in vhich to accomplish your goals."
She sighed and shuttered her optics, laying her head against his chest and cursing the part of herself that was gloriously happy to be there. "So you can slag me when I find a more important boyfriend?"
He just chuckled again and snuggled, his spark singing to her till she finally sank into stasis.
* * *
"You'll have to walk through me to get to the door!" The words were low and accompanied by a hiss.
"Blackarachnia, I only want to help him!" Myrrh's voice was equally low and intense, though without the accompanying sibilation. "Something's keeping him from recovering. I can feel his emotional turmoil, and I was created to ease that sort of pain."
"I just bet you were." The disembodied Decepticon's words dripped scorn and disgust. "Just keep your puny little pacifist aft away from him."
"He needs to talk."
"What's on his mind is none of your business."
"It's hurting him. He needs to let it out!"
"Not to you."
"I don't see you listening to him!"
Blackarachnia recoiled as though the smaller femme had given her a fist to the face, then hissed again and turned to stalk through Optimus' closed door. "Stay away from him, Primus lackey."
Myrrh stared after her, then sighed and turned away to find somewhere quiet to pray and commune with her master.
* * *
Bandit lifted her head sleepily. "...Who's Bittersweet arguin' with?"
"Dunno," said Bulkhead without lifting the shutters from his optics. "M'tired. We had a busy day...."
His mate squinted down at him, then frowned a bit before letting her face fall back to his chest with a muffled clang. She was back in stasis before the reverberations died down.
* * *
Bumblebee slept quietly and deeply, just a lump under the big blue tarp that covered himself and his berth as his self repair worked overtime to wipe away all trace of the damage that Prowl's attack had left. All the physical damage. The little femme known as Bittersweet had been helping him to face the fears and uncertainties. It had also been she who suggested he try recharging underneath of something, and who had convinced Ratchet to take her to buy the industrial tarp.
The little yellow mech gripped a corner of it and twitched, then smiled as he dreamed of playing street hockey with Sari.
* * *
Prowl sat across the room from the sleeping mat that he normally shared with his mate, his back to the wall and his knees drawn up as he stared into the branches of his big tree and watched over her stasis from what he felt to be a safe distance. Despite everything that Bittersweet and Ratchet and the others had told him he still couldn't bring himself to get too near to her. The fear- however unjustified and unlikely- that some remnant of the creature remained in his systems and would rise up to destroy her was just too strong. She was still helpless from the last attack; her survival still framed by a margin of uncertainty.
The golden ninja sighed and looked at his knees, then shut his optics off and hesitantly offered a shaky prayer to the One that Koko called her Master, asking for protection for the being who'd become most dear to him. Peace seemed to rise up in reply, and he gave another ragged sigh as emotional and physical exhaustion finally caught up with him and sent him under.
* * *
Ratchet growled as he heard the faint echo of Bittersweet's argument, then leaned back in his chair and shot the empty spark pod an irritated glare. "Crazy glitch, running around in that state.... Humph! Should let her burn out and join the Well."
The old mech paused and flexed his aching hand servos for a moment, then grumbled a curse and resumed his effort of trying to build a spark compartment in the Sumdac drone that lay on the table in front of him.
"No," came the calm answer near her audio receiver, as arms pulled her closer to a sleepily rumbling chassis. "I am no leader. I vould rather leave zat to Megatron."
The purple femme started, not having realized that her mate was awake. "But Megatron's not even here! All there is is that Blackout."
"Who is doing very vell as ve avait our master's return." Calm lay his cheek against her helm. "I know you only decided to pair up vith me for the power zat it vould give you, but I truly feel zat Blackout has things vell in servo."
"You knew??" Her voice went into a startled and horrified squeak as her processor started dreaming up horrible things that could happen now.
"Ja." He moved slightly, then resumed his snuggling, his optics half open and content even as his mouth twitched at the corner with amusement. "I vas not built yesterday, Aster. You're not the first femme to try zis."
"But...." She went stiff and bit back the urge to cry with vexation or shriek with temper. "Then why...?"
"You are a very lovely lady." His hand gently rubbed her back, urging her to relax again. "Und...."
"I love the crazy things you do!" Crazy beamed down at her.
"Meep!" She startled, having not expected the switch.
"Shhhh." Calm held her close again and kissed her on the helm. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"But...." Mortification and uncertainty made her voice squeak again.
"Little fool," said Angry gruffly. "I love you and vant to keep you. Is that so hard to understand?"
"Because I can try a different language!" Crazy wriggled his brow plates at her.
She giggled despite herself, then frowned and searched his face as it switched back to Calm.
He looked back, sleepy and content as he gave her a little appealing smile.
"Why?" she whispered.
"Because." The smile widened slightly at what he read in her expression, and then he shuttered his optics and nuzzled his cheek against her again. "Didn't you hear vhat I said?"
Her optics widened as Angry's words finally sank in, and then blinked as she felt her own response. "But... I won't get any power like this."
He chuckled at her whine. "Faithful lieutenants of Megatron von't alvays have to hide avay in holes on disgusting organic planets. Patience, my love. You have many vorns in vhich to accomplish your goals."
She sighed and shuttered her optics, laying her head against his chest and cursing the part of herself that was gloriously happy to be there. "So you can slag me when I find a more important boyfriend?"
He just chuckled again and snuggled, his spark singing to her till she finally sank into stasis.
"You'll have to walk through me to get to the door!" The words were low and accompanied by a hiss.
"Blackarachnia, I only want to help him!" Myrrh's voice was equally low and intense, though without the accompanying sibilation. "Something's keeping him from recovering. I can feel his emotional turmoil, and I was created to ease that sort of pain."
"I just bet you were." The disembodied Decepticon's words dripped scorn and disgust. "Just keep your puny little pacifist aft away from him."
"He needs to talk."
"What's on his mind is none of your business."
"It's hurting him. He needs to let it out!"
"Not to you."
"I don't see you listening to him!"
Blackarachnia recoiled as though the smaller femme had given her a fist to the face, then hissed again and turned to stalk through Optimus' closed door. "Stay away from him, Primus lackey."
Myrrh stared after her, then sighed and turned away to find somewhere quiet to pray and commune with her master.
Bandit lifted her head sleepily. "...Who's Bittersweet arguin' with?"
"Dunno," said Bulkhead without lifting the shutters from his optics. "M'tired. We had a busy day...."
His mate squinted down at him, then frowned a bit before letting her face fall back to his chest with a muffled clang. She was back in stasis before the reverberations died down.
Bumblebee slept quietly and deeply, just a lump under the big blue tarp that covered himself and his berth as his self repair worked overtime to wipe away all trace of the damage that Prowl's attack had left. All the physical damage. The little femme known as Bittersweet had been helping him to face the fears and uncertainties. It had also been she who suggested he try recharging underneath of something, and who had convinced Ratchet to take her to buy the industrial tarp.
The little yellow mech gripped a corner of it and twitched, then smiled as he dreamed of playing street hockey with Sari.
Prowl sat across the room from the sleeping mat that he normally shared with his mate, his back to the wall and his knees drawn up as he stared into the branches of his big tree and watched over her stasis from what he felt to be a safe distance. Despite everything that Bittersweet and Ratchet and the others had told him he still couldn't bring himself to get too near to her. The fear- however unjustified and unlikely- that some remnant of the creature remained in his systems and would rise up to destroy her was just too strong. She was still helpless from the last attack; her survival still framed by a margin of uncertainty.
The golden ninja sighed and looked at his knees, then shut his optics off and hesitantly offered a shaky prayer to the One that Koko called her Master, asking for protection for the being who'd become most dear to him. Peace seemed to rise up in reply, and he gave another ragged sigh as emotional and physical exhaustion finally caught up with him and sent him under.
Ratchet growled as he heard the faint echo of Bittersweet's argument, then leaned back in his chair and shot the empty spark pod an irritated glare. "Crazy glitch, running around in that state.... Humph! Should let her burn out and join the Well."
The old mech paused and flexed his aching hand servos for a moment, then grumbled a curse and resumed his effort of trying to build a spark compartment in the Sumdac drone that lay on the table in front of him.