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Rodimus cuddled with his Conjunx, just happy to be alive, even though he knew that despite their victory, they were still going to have to fight. Sometimes the fighting never ends if you don't know the entire story. Ignoring that thought, he snuggled closer to Drift, tucking his helm into the crook of his neck. All of a sudden, his crackled to life.
Rodimus growled with annoyance, wanting to spend some quality time with his Conjunx Endura, but no, whoever was calling him right now was being a afthole!
Untangling himself from his companions warm body, he placed a servo on the side of his helm.
"What the frag do you want and who are you to be calling me at this ungodly time of the orbital cycle?!" he snarled softly, not wanting to wake his Conjunx. The mech or femme on the other line was silent, and Rodimus felt irritation rising within him.
:O-okay, I'll just go…: Rodimus froze when he heard that voice and guilt came crashing over him. "Primus Blurr! I'm so sorry, I didn't recognize the frequency and I had just woken up for some reason then you called and I'm usually in a bad mood when I wake up a-" Rodimus cut himself off, realizing he was rambling. "Sooooo, how are you, Blurr? You alright?" The mech was silent, Rodimus couldn't even hear his breathing. Rodimus waited patiently, knowing Blurr was still recovering from his ordeal.
:Can you meet with me tomorrow? I need to talk with you. I won't mind if you bring Drift with you.: Rodimus raised an optic ridge, wondering why Blurr didn't just tell him over the line.
Unless he doesn't trust the line to be that secure , thought Rodimus. He frowned, wondering what could be so important that Blurr didn't even trust their own private , which was reinforced with extra firewalls and protective coding.
"All right." Rodimus quietly agreed, "Where do you want to meet us?" He heard Blurr sigh over the line. :Meet me at the old abandoned bar in Kaon. The one that used to be called Macadam's Oil House before the Great War.: Rodimus' optics widened with confusion. "Wait, Blu-" The line went dead, Blurr having hung up.
Blurr… what's wrong? Rodimus wondered silently.
Rodimus stared out the window, watching the artificial light turn on, signaling that it was a new orbital cycle. He felt Drift stir beside him. Rodimus looked down to see Drift online his optics.
"Hey sweetspark, welcome to the land of the living." greeted Rodimus. Drift smiled softly at him, pushing himself up. Drift pressed his forehelm against Rodimus', pecking his lip.
"This is something I could get used to." purred Drift, curling into Rodimus' side. Rodimus smiled gently, wrapping his arm around Drift's shoulder. Suddenly, a message arrived on his .
:Are you coming?:
Rodimus went rigid with shock, remembering the events of the night before.
"Drift?" asked Rodimus, "I need to meet with Blurr. Do you want to come?" Drift stated at him concern in his optics.
"Is Blurr okay? Does he need help with something?" asked Drift, worry in his voice. Rodimus sighed, "I'm not sure, he didn't tell me over the line." Drift frowned.
"Well, I guess we'll have to find out."
Rodimus and Drift watched the mechs and femme's eying them, warily staying close to each other.
"Why would Blurr want to meet us here? The Decepticon capital during the Great War?" Drift asked, looking side to side, checking to see if any of them would make a move. Rodimus shrugged, trying to pretend he wasn't uneasy, but failing.
Sighing, he held his helm high, ignoring the stares and whispers. A few tense minutes later, they stopped in front of a rundown, abandoned building. Drift slowly opened the door and shut it. The two mechs looked around the room, wondering where Blurr was. Rodimus shrugged walking up to the counter, it's surface littered with broken glass. Drift opened the gate that led to the back of the bar, behind the counter. Behind the bar was a hallway, filled with doors to berthrooms for the mechs and femme's who got to overcharged.
Rodimus walked through the empty hall, glancing side to side. Suddenly, one of the doors swung open. Blurr stood in the doorway, worry in his optics.
"Blurr?" Drift asked, "Are you alright?" Blurr didn't say anything, just poking his helm outside to check if there was anyone else.
"Come on in." he offered, keeping the door open for them. They accepted his invitation, entering the berthroom.
The room was barren, the only things in there a couch, berth, chair, and desk. Blurr grabbed the chair, placing it in front of the couch. He sat on the chair, arms resting on his thighs. Rodimus and Drift looked each other, confused, before taking a spot on the couch. They looked at each other silently, not knowing what to do.
"Blurr, why did you call us here?" Drift asked, breaking the silence, "What was so important that you had to call us here?" Blurr started to shake, his optics closing. Both Drift and Rodimus became concerned, wondering what was making him act like this.
"Blurr, are you hurt?!" asked Rodimus, servo reaching out. Blurr opened his optics staring at them, and to their dismay, tears started to fall from his optics. They sat there, stunned, as Blurr began to cry. Sounds were escaping from his mouth, all jumbled and confused.
"I didn't know, I didn't know!" Blurr sobbed, repeating what he said over and over again. Drift got up from the couch and grabbed Blurr's shaking shoulders.
"Blurr, what are you talking about?!" Drift demanded, worry glittering in both his and Rodimus' optics. What he said next, nothing could have prepared them.
"I'm sparked." Blurr whispered, tears trickling down his cheeks, "And it's Shockwave's…"
