Oasis
By SMYGO4EVA
Bulkhead was always been good at reading other bots, and humans too. He was even better at knowing who the jerk was and who was all right. Agent Fowler thought he was only good at breaking things, he knew, and that didn't bother him.
But Arcee…
Bulkhead watched Arcee sitting and thinking, possibly about the past, knew that under the countless missions and other distractions was the constant thought of loss. Knew that she still missed Cliffjumper, but that was okay. He knew that pain too.
The loss of close friends…
Lately he'd caught himself thinking about the other Wreckers who had fallen, and something unfamiliar threaded through the resentment and sadness. Only it was familiar and that he couldn't read it – let alone read himself – drove him crazy.
That Arcee seemed to knew the shared loss only made it worse. In that, at least an oasis seemed to be close.