1:08am.
A figure watched as the syringe of green fluid emptied into the back of Chromedome's neck. Said mech remained deep in recharge, little Rewind cradled in his arms. If all went well, he wouldn't wake up for a while.
Chromedome's lover wasn't as calm. Rewind fidgeted in his recharge, shuffling in the larger mech's embrace.
"Stay still, Rewind."
Another injection made sure of that. There would be no interference from Rewind. Rewind wouldn't stop him from taking Chromedome. Two strong arms easily lifted the mnemosurgeon and carried him out of the hab suite, leaving a recharging minibot behind the sliding doors.
The corridors of the Lost Light were empty at this hour. With Chromedome slung over his shoulder, the shadowy mech headed for the shuttle bay where his ship was waiting.
"P-Prowl?"
A concerned blue visor met his optics.
"First Aid. What are you doing up at this hour?"
"I couldn't recharge... Prowl- Ch-Chromedome? What are you doing with Chromedome?"
Cerulean blue optics narrowed, following the young medic's gaze to the alarm trigger on the wall situated down the corridor. It seemed he'd have to risk injury and knock him out. He had a spare syringe, but there wasn't enough time for that, especially with Chromedome draped over his shoulder.
First Aid was out and unconscious the moment he ran.
Prowl caught him before he hit the ground and headed for his shuttle, a mnemosurgeon and a medic in tow.