Title: Belong
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Shockwave/Blurr
Warnings: devoted, brainwashed pet!Blurr. 8D;
Summary: The strangest thing about the injuries he'd recently obtained - his temporary blindness included - was that they barely seemed to affect him.
Notes: Christmas gift (2009) for Zoe, very AU as it's based on one of our epic-length RPs. Hurr.
( It's actually short and mostly without a point, and probably doesn't even make sense. Derp. )
The strangest thing about the injuries he'd recently obtained - his temporary blindness included - was that they barely seemed to affect him. Even with the lacking resources, Shockwave had done an exceptional job repairing him. And sure, maybe a couple of wires here or a servo there pinched or tugged uncomfortably, but the truth was, after even a glancing blow from Lugnut, Blurr considered himself very fortunate indeed to be generally whole. And the blindness, while inconvenient for obvious reasons, proved to actually be an interesting experience.
It wasn't as though it hindered him. Even with his sight, Blurr had long learned the patterned fall of Shockwave's pedes, even if he still hadn't accurately worked out the ship's layout. All Blurr had to do was follow those footsteps and he'd be safe. He even was able to make himself of use, and prided himself on the fact.
Whenever Megatron addressed Shockwave with Blurr tagging along, he sounded underlyingly amused. It was subtle, and probably imperceptible on most accounts, but the little speedster had long ago learned the nuances of every Decepticon's voice - it was a useful survival tactic, should he ever get separated.
He never worried much about it, though. All the certainty in his mind told him that even if he did get lost, it would only be a short matter of time before Shockwave found him once more. Blurr wasn't the only one who became more paranoid about him being alone after Lugnut had lashed out at the speedster.
But he never faltered. With the utmost faith, he followed Shockwave as though attempting to tread on his heels. Not once did real fear overtake his spark.
He belonged.