A/N: Welcome, everyone to my first fic. :D After reading Virgo1 & ThingWithNoTalent's You And I Collide, then reading several other fics that spawned from it, I was struck down by a plot bunny of my own.
To make sure no one is confused: Air Raid has been grievously injured and went into surgery several hours ago. The other Aerials have relocated their vigil, except for Fireflight, who eventually refused any form of comfort from his wingmates. Sandstorm and the Wreakers have just returned from some mission, and heard about the injured bot, most likely via Bluestreak. If you're curious about the SandstormxFireflight pairing, You And I Collide can be found in my favorites.
If you find anything wrong or that be improved, please let me know. I don't know much of anything about Transformers, so I hope I didn't butcher the characters too badly. --;;
Sandstorm found him pacing in front of the med bay doors. The look of anxiety and pain so clearly displayed on his lover's face made his spark twist; nothing hurt him more than seeing Fireflight hurt.
The Wreaker had heard about Air Raid the moment he stepped into the Ark and wasted no time in getting to the med bay. Now, he slid silently behind Fireflight, feeling the throbbing ache in his chest once more as he watched the jet: shoulders tensed, head down, and trembling. He was scared to death for his best friend and trying his hardest not to give in to his fears.
Fireflight turned, seemingly determined to pace himself into the floor, and walked straight into Sandstorm's chassis. Startled, he looked up, and Sandstorm flinched back from the torment in Fireflight's optics. Though he couldn't always put his thoughts into words, Flight's optics said more than words ever could. Sandstorm found himself searching his processor for some way to ease his lover's pain, and before he had even realized what he doing, he had reached up and removed his visor.
Years of careful control were swept away, drowned out by this feeling, this love he held for the red jet. Sandstorm let everything he felt project into his optics, hoping Flight would understand him.
The two 'bots stood there for several long moments, lost in each other's optics. Fireflight's gaze flicked downward, and Sandstorm was afraid he would walk away. But then the Aerialbot dropped his own facade and threw himself into the Wreaker's arms, pent up sobs causing his entire frame to shake.
Sandstorm rocked them back and forth, slowly, rubbing Fireflight's helmet and back, never murmuring more than a few soothing whispers. Right now, in each other's arms, no words were needed.