1 - Optimus snark! YES!!! 3 - Flaily Clark is fun. ;D 4 - ROFFLE! Oh, Sokka. 5 - Freaking Sam out is So Much Fun!!!
1 - G1 “Aha! Thought I’d find you still in here, Tracks.”
“It was a long race,” Tracks said. “A long soak feels good. How are Wheeljack and the others?”
“Ratchet’s still pounding the dents out, but he says they’ll be fine in a few days.” Bumblebee waded into the hot oil until he was up to his neck. It felt wonderful.
“I’m glad.”
They soaked in companionable silence for a while, both of them fending off recharge. Something niggled at Bee’s processor, though.
“Why do you pretend to be so vain and shallow?”
“What makes you think I’m pretending?” Tracks asked amiably, his denta very white in his dark face. “There are few things more important than personal hygiene.”
“I believed that act at first.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Till I got to know you better. You’re smart, and you really care about people, not just about what they think of your finish.” Speaking of, Bee could see a grubby spot on Tracks’ helm. He waded over and cupping oil in his hand, rubbed it away. Tracks rolled toward him abruptly and put his arms around him, holding Bee tight against his chest plates.
"You scared me half to deactivation,” Tracks whispered. “My laser core flickered while you were falling."
"Good thing those cedars were there," Bee laughed, returning the hug. Tracks, Bee knew, was much lighter built than he looked; he would have been badly damaged by that same fall. "You're warm." For a moment Bee worried that something was wrong with Tracks, that he’d been damaged in the battle with Devastator and hadn’t told Ratchet. He tilted his head up to meet Tracks’ optics. Tracks moved his head down, his lip components almost touching Bee’s.
Oh. He was that kind of warm. Bee grinned.
2 - Bayverse Now! cried Vector Prime, appearing suddenly behind Jazz and Prowl, curling his arms around their waists and drawing them tight against his body. By your love we forge the impossible! All three opened their chests – spark chambers, optics, mouths open wide and Prowl sang a vast chord across the gamma frequencies of love and the door held open for just long enough for a last, unshakeable link to snap into place between them and the twins beyond. The gate closed with a silent shock everyone felt.
“It’s still there,” Cerebros said. “I can still feel it, the Allspark!”
Everyone turned to Vector Prime, who held the slack bodies of Jazz and Prowl, their helms resting on his shoulders beneath his chin, his engines purring, labored, vapor wisping from all three of their now-closed chests, but sated, satisfied; and as Vector looked up at the assembled robots he beamed with such love the shock of the closing gate was erased.
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3 - Flaily Clark is fun. ;D
4 - ROFFLE! Oh, Sokka.
5 - Freaking Sam out is So Much Fun!!!
1 - G1
“Aha! Thought I’d find you still in here, Tracks.”
“It was a long race,” Tracks said. “A long soak feels good. How are Wheeljack and the others?”
“Ratchet’s still pounding the dents out, but he says they’ll be fine in a few days.” Bumblebee waded into the hot oil until he was up to his neck. It felt wonderful.
“I’m glad.”
They soaked in companionable silence for a while, both of them fending off recharge. Something niggled at Bee’s processor, though.
“Why do you pretend to be so vain and shallow?”
“What makes you think I’m pretending?” Tracks asked amiably, his denta very white in his dark face. “There are few things more important than personal hygiene.”
“I believed that act at first.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. Till I got to know you better. You’re smart, and you really care about people, not just about what they think of your finish.” Speaking of, Bee could see a grubby spot on Tracks’ helm. He waded over and cupping oil in his hand, rubbed it away. Tracks rolled toward him abruptly and put his arms around him, holding Bee tight against his chest plates.
"You scared me half to deactivation,” Tracks whispered. “My laser core flickered while you were falling."
"Good thing those cedars were there," Bee laughed, returning the hug. Tracks, Bee knew, was much lighter built than he looked; he would have been badly damaged by that same fall. "You're warm." For a moment Bee worried that something was wrong with Tracks, that he’d been damaged in the battle with Devastator and hadn’t told Ratchet. He tilted his head up to meet Tracks’ optics. Tracks moved his head down, his lip components almost touching Bee’s.
Oh. He was that kind of warm. Bee grinned.
2 - Bayverse
Now! cried Vector Prime, appearing suddenly behind Jazz and Prowl, curling his arms around their waists and drawing them tight against his body. By your love we forge the impossible! All three opened their chests – spark chambers, optics, mouths open wide and Prowl sang a vast chord across the gamma frequencies of love and the door held open for just long enough for a last, unshakeable link to snap into place between them and the twins beyond. The gate closed with a silent shock everyone felt.
“It’s still there,” Cerebros said. “I can still feel it, the Allspark!”
Everyone turned to Vector Prime, who held the slack bodies of Jazz and Prowl, their helms resting on his shoulders beneath his chin, his engines purring, labored, vapor wisping from all three of their now-closed chests, but sated, satisfied; and as Vector looked up at the assembled robots he beamed with such love the shock of the closing gate was erased.