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Trine
Chapter 2
The rest of the day had passed without much of a problem. Hotshot had made sure to check the rest of the construction sites before he returned home and had dinner with Clocker. Of course, he let clocker go out and do whatever since he did not want to keep the kid cooped up with him all day, especially when he's planning to to be in his office for the remainder of the hours. Once Clocker was out of the house, he stood up from the table and made his way upstairs and to the room he claimed as his office, walking in and shutting the door behind him. He went over to his desk with a sigh before he took a look at is messy desk that was filled with stacks of datapads and what not, before his optics caught sight of the three framed pictures.
The first picture was taken back during the Minicon battles, just before the Hydra Cannon was used. Scavenger and Optimus was in either corner in the back, Scavenger looking as bored as ever, and Hoist was next to him in mid nudge, trying to gain the other's attention. Blurr was standing there, his arms crossed and looking unimpressed while Sideswipe was leaning against the other mech, giving a open mouthed smile. Redalert was standing next to them, a very small smile forming on his face and he had Billy and Fred on his shoulders. Jetfire was kneeling down so he wasn't standing in front of anyone, giving the camera a two finger salute, and beside him, Hotshot saw himself, back when he still had his yellow paint job. He was grinning widely like a goofball, a arm on top of Jetfire's helm. Rad and Carlos was on his shoulders while Alexis was on top of his head, the boys giving the camera a thumbs up and their partners doing the same thing, even Alexis' partner.
The next picture was taken after Galvatron had flew into the sun with Starscream. Optimus was sitting down on a crate, seemingly watching the rest of the Autobots as they goofed off when the picture was taken. Standing behind him was Roadblock, looking as stern as ever. Ironhide looked like he was in mid-chase as he was behind Kicker, obviously trying to catch the human. Misha was sitting on Arcee's shoulder, watching the two with a small smile on her face. Rodimus had his arms crossed, staring hard into the camera with Prowl and Downshift on either side of him. Wing Saber was off to the side, just looking into the camera. Jetfire is right next to him though it was obvious that his form was relaxed. Hotshot was sitting down on the floor, chin in his hand as he lazily looked into the lens, the corner of his lips lifting upwards slightly.
The last picture was taken a year ago, before the space bridge project began. This picture was by far the largest out of the three. Metroplex, Quickmix and Menasor was sitting in the back, their forms hunched so they were in the shot. Mudflap and Landmine was standing together, their expressions calm and even peaceful. Optimus stood off to the side with Coby standing on top of his shoulder, his arms crossed as a large, closed smile was known on his face. Clocker and Brakedown both was waving at the camera, the former having a large grin on his face. Scourge had his arms crossed, looking away while Snarl and Leobreaker had the posture of rolling their optics at him. Evac and Crosswise was next to the three, thought it looked like they were whispering to each other more than paying attention to the camera. Override was standing proudly with Lori standing in her hand that was chest level, hands on her hips. The Cybertron Defense Team was standing next to her with Bud siting on Scattershot's shoulder. The Minicron Recon Team was standing in front of Scattershot. Jetfire was standing tall, hands behind his back while Wing Saber was complete opposite, his frame relaxed and he had his arms loosely crossed over his chest.
Hotshot sighed as he leaned back in his chair, his processor going through the memories in his databanks. He stopped himself and shook his head before grabbing a datapad from the first stack and began to read over it's contents. While he was doing this, he let himself relax and let his EM field expand to it's maximum distance- which was just about ten feet from him. It held contentment, although there was a hint of loneliness in it. He did like it here, don't get him wrong, and he loved helping the residence by being their leader, but he still missed his old team so very much. He missed Optimus' field wrapping around him like that of a sire's, missed play fighting with Sideswipe when they had the chance, missed talking with Override about multitude of things, missed joking around with Jetfire and Wing Saber and he especially missed spending time with the kids.
He shook his head, trying to brush the thoughts away and focused entirely on the datapad in his hand and noted that it was a request of being allowed to build a docking bay for visitor's ships and their own ships. He was quick to grant it, feeling a little bit embarrassed that he had forgotten about a docking bay- a slagging docking bay, something that was necessary for actually landing on a planet in a orderly fashion!
He set it down off to the side before picking another from the stack and read throw it before he put his signature down, setting it on top of the first and repeated the actions repeatedly. In the back of his processor, he had to wonder just how Optimus dealt with the pains of paperwork.
Still, he continued to read, granted, denied and signed datapads at a leisurely pace and soon, the sun fell out of sight and the moon took its place in the sky, the stars twinkling around it.
"I'm home!" Hotshot heard Clocker called into the home and he quickly reigned his EM field in just before he heard Clocker walk up the stairs and towards his office, opening the door.
"Hey Clocker, had fun?" Hotshot greeted.
"You betcha!" Clocker hummed before he surveyed the dwindling stacks of untouched datapads and then looked at the steadily growing pile of touched data pads on the floor. "I'll organize them and head off to deliver them tomorrow."
"Clocker, you don't have to." Hotshot tried to tell the younger but he didn't listen. Instead, Clocker began to put them in neat stacks and took them out, probably in the living room, one by one until he was walking in to get the final stack. "Go to bed once you take that down. We'll sort them out in the morning. Hell, we can even let Crosshairs, Knockout and Bumblebee help deliver them."
Clocker paused, thinking before nodding. "Yeah, they would love that."
Then, Clocker left, leaving Hotshot to deal with the remaining datapads.
Hotshot begin the cycle again boredly and then, he was on the last one, reading through it before putting a signature on it and set it down on top of the finished pile. He stood and was about to round the desk and head to the door to leave the room when his personal terminal beeped, catching his attention. He frowned before making his way to it and booted the monitor up before he typed in commands, letting the most recent message to pop up and he began to read.
"Velocitron Leader Hotshot,
A conference have been scheduled for six weeks from now in Iacon on Cybertron. The nature of the conference has to deal with the space bridge project as well as the rogue seeker, Starscream. All Planet Leaders(plus the Human ambassador) must be in attendance. You may bring your aide or assistant with you if you so choose. We will send transport a few days earlier so you may get settled in. We are looking forward to seeing you there.
Cybertron Leader,
Jetfire"
Hotshot couldn't help but stare at the message, his spark thrumming in its casing. The prospect of going to his home...seeing everyone again...it was exciting his spark beyond compare. He quickly and hastily put in a response, trying to be as formal as he could.
"Cybertron Leader Jetfire,
I'll be bringing my aide along with me. We'll be awaiting transport.
Velocitron Leader,
Hotshot"
He hesitated for a long moment before putting a little message after.
"P.S. You don't know how much I miss you guys."
He sent it and waited for Jetfire to respond. To his surprise, he didn't have to wait long for it. Once it appeared, he quickly clicked the message open.
"We missed you too, Hotshot. Can't wait to see you. -Jetfire."
Hotshot swallowed, his spark fluttering as he read those words. He shook his head and turned his terminal off, straightening up before he put the pile of datapads into a stack before he walked out of his office and down the stairs, to the living room and set the stack down. He glanced at the other stacks before heading back up the stairs and to his room, making sure to turn of the lights before he got onto his recharge berth and got comfortable on his back, his optics powering down.
He let himself relax and soon, he was slipping into recharge and, for the first time in a year, he was clicking in his recharge.
four clicks...few seconds pause...four clicks...and it repeats until he would wake up the next morning.
