Prompt #76 - I was just thinking about you

She could feel the tremors taking hold of her, she only hoped they weren't bad enough to be noticed.

She was just so damned nervous.

She hoped they would like what she was about to give them, if they didn't...well, she's pretty sure her heart would be on the floor in little shattered pieces.

And she'd probably stumble away with tears threatening to leak out or already on their way down her face.

It had taken her a while to think of the ideas and even longer still to teach herself how to make them. At least with one of the things she was carrying, her friend had talked her through it and helped her.

Now if only she could get the yawning pit of doubt in her stomach to ease up a bit.

God it would be even worse if she got sick in front of them.

Her legs, her knees feel weak as she steps, but like so many times before she fights off the feeling and pushes through it. Trying to ignore every part of her that's screaming at her to rethink this. To run as fast as she can in the other direction.

She could feel the way her heart rabbited in her chest through the bag she had clutched to her chest.

The base wasn't particularly big so it didn't take her long to find herself in what constituted as the commons room.

And there they were, looking as bored as could be...which was not a good thing. Anytime the twins were bored that meant hell was on its way to being unleashed upon unsuspecting victims. And usually those victims were Ratchet or Bee.

When her eyes landed on the two bots, something inside her eased up and relaxed. She loved those two...and this early into their...whatever it was...that wasn't really a good thing. She had a habit of falling too fast, too hard, and too soon.

Whatever had unclenched from before immediately seized back up as soon as they noticed her. She froze mid-stride and stared up owlishly into two sets of optics.

Very pretty optics if she was being honest.

It didn't take them long to cross the room in a few giant strides and she almost started giggling hysterically. As it was, the grip she had on the bag tightened and she pressed it more tightly to her chest. She was pretty sure you may have curled in a bit as well. Not very conducive to putting on a normal front.

They greeted her enthusiastically, and with an undercurrent of curiosity, maybe even concern; not much escaped their notice, which consistently surprised and frustrated her.

At this moment, it terrified her. She wasn't ready, but...no turning back now.

She greeted them quietly in a wavering, unsteady voice. Yeah they noticed that quickly and she cursed herself mentally.

Before they could launch into the questions she could see in their eyes, she bumbled her way into asking them to meet her out in the hallway she'd just come from.

Specifically meet her there with their holomatter avatars.

Her legs came unfrozen and she retreated before they could say anything. And what a hurried, stumbling retreat it was. Natural clumsiness enhanced by nerves and showcased to the world.

She heard them murmuring to each as she left and her heart wouldn't stop its staccato in her chest. She got maybe 20 seconds to gather her breath and to steel her nerves before they both emerged from the room.

Their faces were set in uncharacteristically serious expressions and she was not ready. Oh no no no no, she wasn't ready at all.

And they were close. Oh god they were close and brushing fingers against her arm in concern.

A barely contained flinch as they let their hands linger and she knew she had to bite the bullet and just do what she intended to do.

Stepping back, more like stumbling back, she pulled the bag away from her chest and dug through it quickly, hands shaking. She wasn't distracted enough by nerves to miss the look they shot each other when she had pulled away.

The softness of fabric against her fingers made the decision about which gift to give first much, much easier.

Despite her nerves, she pulled the material out, careful not to let any part of its length get caught. She was proud of this gift, and she only hoped that it wouldn't trigger a negative reaction. She was gambling with this one and honestly it was probably better that it was given first.

Letting out a breath, her eyes darted up to meet Sides' apparently worried gaze before glancing over and meeting Sunny's steadier one.

Heart in her throat, she hesitantly closed the distance she had put between them and offered the fabric to Sunny and waited for him to take it. She dreaded having to explain its purpose because she hated to bring up something that he so obviously was traumatized by. It was the only gift she could think of though and honestly she was hoping he'd like it.

Haltingly, when he had taken it and simply stared at the white cloth, she explained her reasoning behind it.

"It's so you can cover your scars. I know you don't like them, and I thought you'd like something that would cover them better than a shirt collar. I chose white for the scarf because it was the only color I thought would go well with your color scheme and it would go with anything"

She moved on quickly after managing to spit the words out, not bothering to look up and read his expression, call it cowardly, but she really didn't want to know if he was wearing that angry expression that was far scarier than anything she could imagine.

She fished around in the bag to draw out Sides' gift, and felt her heart lighten a little. This gift was much smaller and made of braided cloth and leather. She was so proud of how it turned out.

Offering the small item to him, she waited for him to take it before launching into another stumbling explanation.

"I know you like homemade bracelets from that time I mentioned I used to make them, so I thought I'd try and make one."

Done, she stepped back and finally managed to look at both of them, full of nerves.

Their faces were blank of everything except surprise and they were staring at the gifts.

Nerves finally getting to her she tried to babble out some kind of excuse and leave, eyes darting anywhere but in their direction.

She made it about two feet before hands on her arm tugged her back into two bodies. Two sets of arms wrap around her and she lets out a high pitched squeak.

The next few moments are filled with their murmured words of thanks and the sharp sounds of her surprise.

Who wouldn't be surprised when the two people they're in love with start peppering them with kisses.