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Ultra Magnus, Hot Rod. 154. "Don't you touch me!"


With a snarl the tri colored commander ripped his arm out of the larger's grip. It didn't really help his ability to do so with any kind of grace that Magnus' hand took up pretty much the entity of Hot Rod's arm, but that wasn't stopping him now. He was too angry.

"Let go!" He yelled.

His voice cracking on the force of the sound. His vocal processor confused as to what to do with the tone of his voice. For his processor was furious, but his spark was terrified. He hated both emotions for betraying him right now.

But he hated the tears prickling at his optics even worse.

Magnus let go, but it was so suddenly that it nearly put Roddy on his aft. The scrambled motion turning into a yelp that had the massive mech reaching out for him again with a pinched expression. However, he didn't catch him.

Roddy regained his balance with another snarl. "Don't you touch me!"

Magus flinched back even harder. "Roddy-"

"NO!" The younger snapped, still scrambling backward until his back hit the wall. "No! You don't get to do this! It's not fair!"

Huge shoulder slumping, Magnus stood there in the middle of the berthroom looking more like a kicked dog then Hot Rod have ever seen, but he couldn't care.

No.

No, he would not allow himself to care. Because if he cared then this was all going to be pointless. And it couldn't be pointless. It just couldn't.

"Roddy," Magnus whispered. "Please, just . . . slow down for a klick."

"NO!" He screamed, pressing himself further into the surface of the wall. "No! No, not until you tell me what the pit you meant!"

Magnus' deep blue optics, swimming with emotions that Roddy was afraid to define, stared at him.

"I meant what I said, Roddy." The towering mech told him in a voice that sounded far too small for his frame. "I meant every word. I'm not lying to you."


Roddy and Magnus. I adore them.

-Jaycee