Added Pairings: Blurr/Sideswipe

Trine
Chapter 3

As the days passed, Hotshot could feel himself getting more and more excited and he was sure that Clocker had noticed. He didn't say much about it though and, instead, he was talking about his own excitement of going to a completely other planet and Hotshot didn't blame him. He was the exactly the same way when he went to all the others he had visited in the latest twenty-one years. Hell, Clocker had even gotten all that he needed packed in no time at all and Hotshot decided to message Jetfire to come get them a few days early so he could show Clocker all the sights that Cybertron had to offer. Thankfully, the mech had agreed and had promised to set transport as soon as he could once Hotshot gave him the coordinates of the construction site of the docking bay.

Now, on the fifth week, Clocker and Hotshot was at the site, looking up at the sky to wait for their ride to show up. It was around mid-day on the planet and Hotshot could tell that Clocker was getting impatient. Hotshot didn't say anything at all about it as this was a good lesson in patience...even if he wasn't the most patient of mechs.

Then, finally, the a ship came into view and landed a ways away from the two and as they began to walk over, they could see the ramp slowly began to lower. Once the bottom met the dirt, a tiny streak of white and blue suddenly flew down the ramp and tackled Hotshot's legs, almost making him go sprawling on his back thanks to the streak being rather fast.

"Uncle Shotty!" a chirp came from a small youngling that was holding onto Hotshot's legs.

"Hey, *Stepper." Hotshot smiled before he scooped the sparkling up. The youngling was born in the middle between the Minicon and the Energon battles and since Cybertronians develop and grow slower than humans...he would be the equivalent of a seven or eight human years old. Stepper had taken after more of his carrier, even with the colors though he did had some orange on him and he did have his sire's red optics.

"Hey, bro." a familiar called from the ramp, making him look up and he was grinning.

"Hey Sideswipe. Long time no see."

"I'll say." Sideswipe walked over and pulled the taller mech into a warm hug before he pulled away, taking Stepper with him.

"How's playing leader treating you?" grunted Blurr as the older mech walked over to the three with an air of indifference around him. Hotshot didn't mind though and he lifted his arm up and Blurr did the same. Then, their forearms made contact like they had all those other times back twenty years ago and it was more or less a sign of their friendship.

"I never thought that I would have to do so much paperwork." Hotshot groaned as he lowered his arm before he took a step back and put a hand on top of Clocker's head. "I almost forgot, this is Clocker. He's my aide while Brakedown- his mentor I guess you can call him- went on the space bridge project. Clocker, this is Sideswipe, my younger brother, his mate Blurr and their creation, Stepper."

"I-it's nice to meet you!" Clocker squeaked, making Sideswipe and Hotshot snicker and Blurr snort.

"Come on, we gotta get moving." Blurr made his way back into the the ship with the others following. "Get buckled in."

Clocker and Hotshot sat down and did what they were told before voicing that they were ready. Blurr typed in some commands on the controls in front of him and the engines rumbled, the ramp lifting up and closing. The ship lifted up off of the ground and seemingly hovered for a few minutes before the ship lurched forward, flying into space in no time at all.

Hotshot must had dozed off in the middle of the flight because next thing he knew, he jerked into full awareness once the ship touched down in the docking bay.

"Home sweet home." sighed Sideswipe before he got up from his seat, holding setting Stepper on his hip just as Blurr lowered the ramp. The two led Hotshot and Clocker out and away from the ship, through the docks and towards the headquarters in Iacon. On the way there, those who recognized Hotshot gave a holler and a wave and Hotshot returned both gestures. He could feel Clocker stare up at him with admiration at the site of almost all the bots they pass seemed to know him.

Once they walked inside of the headquarters, Hotshot jogged up ahead of the other three, a smirk on his face and he knew that Sideswipe had seen it from the snicker he was hearing behind him. When he got to the entrance of the 'conference room', he waited for the automatic doors to open and when they did, he stepped inside, taking a deep breath before-

"Oh Jetfire, honey, I'm home~!"

There was snickering coming from the other occupants of the room and he can see Jetfire's green and white frame sag and tilted his head back, as if he was resigning to his fate before he turned around to look at the newcomers.

"Why did I ask ya to come again?" Jetfire questioned, deadpanning.

"Cause you love me and missed me?"

"I'm debating about that."

Hotshot pouted at that, his arms crossed over his chest with a grumble, making almost everyone else crack up except for a few.

Then an arm was slung over his shoulders and he was pulled against a warm body, making him blink. He glanced up and, to his surprise, it was Wing Saber who was holding him against his frame with his usual cocky grin.

"Even if he didn't I missed you!" Wing Saber stated as he teasingly poked Hotshot's cheek. The younger Autobot was quick to slap the hand away in annoyance but also with playful intent. He pushed Wing Saber off, ignoring as the other pouted, before walking closer to Hotshot, the playful nature went back under the air of a leader.

"Who else are we going to be waiting on?" questioned Hotshot.

"The project team, Scourge and who ever's coming with him." Jetfire answered. "Go ahead, get to your quarters and settle in. We set up an extra berth for your aide."

"Yes sir!" Hotshot gave the mech a two finger salute before he trotted out of the room with Clocker behind him. They went through the halls, turning one corner, going straight, turning another and then they stopped at a door. Hotshot was quick to type in his pass code and the door slid opened. He walked inside and everything was as he left it before he became leader. The only new addition was the berth that was sitting on the other side of the room.

"Make yourself at home, Clocker." He told the younger mech before he went over to his berth and plopped down on it, laying on his back with a sigh. He heard Clocker making his way and getting on his own berth.

The young mech had to admit, it felt good being in a familiar room and in a familiar berth at a familiar place.

Maybe he'll just shut his optics down, let the memories rush over him. There's no harm in that, it's not like he had to be anywhere at all and he had came in a week before the actual conference. So he had time to do this.

Yep...totally have time...

He was out like a light a minute later, his clicks filling the air.

*Stepper: Stepper is the Japanese Name for Sideswipe from Mincron Legends.