Title: Piggypack
Content/Warnings: fluff
Continuity: G1 (part of the Dysfunction AU)
Characters: Blades, Hot Spot, mentions of First Aid
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Sadly, nothing is mine.
Prompt: Piggyback - by remnantmachine on Twitter
Summary: Blades can't walk. Hot Spot helps him.
Beta: ultharkitty
Blades wasn't pouting. He didn't pout. He was just annoyed, and angry at his team.
First Aid had driven off, but only after giving him a good talking to about engaging an enemy in his battered state. The Protectobot helicopter had become even more battered after this which made First Aid even angrier.
And the medic could be truly scary when he was angry at one of his team.
Blades had flinched while he'd sat on the ground. He couldn't have stood anyway, and he still couldn't now.
With First Aid gone, Blades' method of getting back to base was to hang onto Hot Spot's back. His arms were slung around the gestalt leader's neck, and his legs, or his leg - his left one had been torn off during the fight – was wrapped around Hot Spot's waist, held by a large blue arm.
The mech in front of Blades giggled voicelessly. The 'copter didn't hear it, but the amusement in the energy signature as well as over the gestalt bond and the slight vibrations betrayed it.
Blades grumbled, glaring at the stump of his thigh, all that was left from his missing leg.
"Don't be so grumpy," Hot Spot said, as though he knew what Blades was thinking and doing. "You know that it's a bad idea to mess with Aid."
The heliformer huffed, and Hot Spot giggled again. "Maybe you should tell him the truth and admit you wanted impress him…"
At that, Blades gasped, and resisted burying his face in the bigger mech's throat. His current position and having been figured out was embarrassing enough.
