New Method of Therapy :..: Smokescreen/Rozalina Esquivel : fluff/drabble :

Smokescreen had taken his holoform as soon as he entered the warehouse, bringing his arms under the legs of the paralyzed Hispanic girl he was proud to call his partner. As he brought her into the room that had unofficially been called her own, he softly told her just how proud he was, congratulating her for getting rid of Megatron's hold on her mind all on her own and apologizing for having pushed her off the Decepticon leader's rotater cup. She didn't say anything, merely hanging limply against his chest as he heard Ms. Darby rush in after the two.

It made sense for the human doctor (nurse, whatever) to come in after her; after all, she had just expelled all the Dark Energon from her body, which included Megatron, who had controlled her for so long, Smokescreen had thought he would never see her again. And when he saw her resting upon the shoulder of the Decepticon tyrant, he had felt all sorts of relief and fury. He had acted against better judgement then, activating the Phase Shifter and sprinting for him.

"Well, Rozalina," June rested her hands on her waist, glaring affectionately at the younger student, seeing that she didn't seem too hot. (Smokescreen had noticed that as well, and it worried him beyond comprehensible thoughts. She usually laughed off a lot of the things she experienced in the field, but not this one.) "Your systems are still recovering, though your nerves appear to be frayed. You're going to be alright, but you need to stay in here until you've fully recovered. Understood?"

The mother stood expectantly before her, waiting for an answer that the Autobot Rookie immediately knew would not be coming from the human girl, so he answered for his partner. "I'll keep an eye on her, Ms. Darby. You can count on it," he caught her attention and grinned, nodding his head when June raised an eyebrow. It took a nanoklik for the doctor to trust him fully and leave them alone, of course with one last warning before actually walking out the door.

He peered down at his human companion when he felt her hand close around the shirt of his holoform, and he felt his spark lurch in his chassis when he saw her; her green doe-eyes were full of tears, her breathing labored and her chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. The sight was enough to worry the mech, and he gently placed her onto her feet and reached out to grab her hands, but she pulled them back with a flinch.

"What am I gonna do? What if he comes back? I only got rid of the Dark Energon, but you don't understand. He was in my head, he controlled me. He could do it again; he's already gained access to me. What if he makes me do something to hurt you guys? I don't know if I'll be strong enough to ward him off again." Her words were coming out in a rush, and she was stepping away from him out of fear of herself.

Smokescreen wasn't allowed the time to come up with a response, a way to explain to her that she was wrong, that she had bested Megatron and could do it again, but she kept talking, hugging her arms around herself. "Please, you need to lock me up somewhere far from here. I don't want to put anyone in danger, and if he reaches out for me again, I don't know what will happen. You have to do this, Smokescreen, I'm begging you."

He had heard enough of her degrading herself; the Rozalina he knew and cared for was the strongest human he'd ever met in his entire life, and while Megatron intimidated her, she didn't cower at just the thought. Smokescreen would not stand by as that slagger stole away everything she was. But he had no idea how to comfort her, so he just acted without thinking.

"You have to do this, pl-" he cut her off, pressing his lips against her own. The kiss was hardly there, just a ginger touch, and he didn't move any closer than he already was. Rozie lacked a reaction, simply staring at him with wide eyes, and he began moving against her. His servos reached up to her cheeks, and he pulled away just for a second before hurriedly kissing her again, and again, and again. Each time he did, he applied more pressure.

"Don't belittle yourself," Smokescreen whispered against her lips, hearing her sniffle as she stood against him. "You're strong enough, you're brave. You are my definition of courage, and you can't let this incident bring you down." He stopped pulling away, lingering on her lips as he opened his optics to look at her. Rozalina had closed her own (though he couldn't tell when, exactly), and he didn't know what he expected, but when she kissed him back, he panicked himself.

He quickly pulled away from her, an expression of mortification clear on his face as he stared at her. What had possessed him to kiss her as desperately and carelessly as he did? She was clearly vulnerable at the moment, so to push himself onto her? He mentally kicked himself in the aft, and he muttered an apology to her before quickly moving for the door.

"Wait!"

Her hand wrapped around his, her soft fingers intertwining with his. Bright blue optics becoming wider at the contact, he glanced over his shoulder to look at her, and he saw tears dripping down her cheeks as Rozalina smiled up at him. He understood the message, and without a nanoklik to waste, he momentarily took his hand back only to quickly wrap his arms around her body. She buried her head into his chest, and she embraced him back.

Smokescreen had no idea how long they stayed like that.