Nervous
By Shadeless
I really have it with drabbles today... This one is based on the plot bunny: Never go to a doctor whose office plants have died. Erma Bombeck; which was posted by heslestor on the tf-bunny-farm on livejournal.
I had to repost this, got two characters mixed up. Sorry. (Thx for pointing it out hecate-19)
"Blubb" … speech
Blubb … thoughts
He was nervous.
Nevermind the fact that, as a Decepticon who survived the horrors of war, that was not a feeling he should harbour.
Nevermind that he was on a safe base, in the safest place you could think of: the med bay. Well, safe for those who didn't know Hook.
Speaking of which, nevermind that that glitch had tortured him for eons and called it repairs.
He had been recently stationed on the base, as a link of many between the no longer fighting factions. Therefor this was the first time he had to do a check-up with First Aid. He had stepped into the repair bay, ready to face hell once again. At least that was he had thought.
He silently admitted that he was scared beyond wits.
But he couldn't stop looking. It was just so… No.
When he had entered, he had been alone. No wonder, he was early. Then he had seen it.
The thing sitting in a corner of the room. Deformed, twisted, blotchy green, succulent pieces of carbon based stuff held together by small strings, which were appearently giving because at least half of the mass still attached was lying on the floor, turning a sickening shade of brown.
It was an abomination.
Not even Mixmasters experiments had ever created something so utterly… terrifying. And that guy keeps it around at his workplace, seeing it every day.
A hand came down upon his shoulder. "Do you need anything?" The voice was caring, concerned. He turned to look into First Aids blue optics.
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"AAAAAAAAHH!!"
The second the scream rang through the corridor, Hot Spot was up and running. It had come from the med bay. The med bay where his brother and Demolisher where alone in. That glitch better not have hurt him –
Grabbing the door frame he changed directions in a 90° angle, punching the console with the other hand. The door slid open.
"Aid –" He stopped in mid sentence and stared, mouth hanging open. First Aid looked up. His expression was a mix of embarassment and dread. Upon seeing Hot Spot he mumbled something sounding suspiciously like: "I'll never hear the end of this. Ever."
Footsteps where fast approaching. Ironhide stormed in, almost knocking over the still immobile gestalt-leader. "What happened?! I heard a scream!" His optics narrowed at the sight of Demolisher, lying offline on the floor. "I swear, if he tried anything –"
First Aid cringed.