I got inspiration! Yaaaaay! i wonder how many were actually waiting for this or if you gave up on this... Ah well. ( I was watching 'Touched by an Angel' for like three hours and got some inspiration for a more sensitive chapter.)
~Morgan's POV
"Morgan?" I looked up at a soft voice to see Ironhide's holoform standing in the doorway to the quarter's I'd been assigned. I had been sitting on the edge of my bunk, lost in thought as I cleaned my gun. I put it together quickly, setting it aside.
"Hey." I said. Ironhide walked in somewhat uneasily, and sat on the bunk beside me. He looked troubled, and he had his hands clasped between his knees with his head bowed. I shifted, looking at him. I felt the healing brand on my back tug, but it was no longer painful. I'd gotten better medical attention when Havii and I had stumbled into the base, and although I would have no bad affects, I would permanently have a brand seared into my skin.
"Alright, spill it." I said, resting my hand on his back. Ironhide flinched, then lowered his head further.
"I'm not worth being your guardian...I've let you get hurt too many times, and now...you'll never be able to forget the barbarics of those fragging Decepticons." Ironhide said.
"I don't need you as a guardian, Ironhide." I said. He looked at me, his blue eyes saddened.
"I knew it..." he said, starting to leave. I grabbed his muscular forearm and pulled him back, making him sit next to me again. I put my hands on both his shoulders, looking him straight in the eyes.
"No, I don't need you as my guardian, Ironhide. I say that because I need you as my friend, a one like Hawkeye was to me." I said. Ironhide's eyes widened.
"Oh, Morgan." Ironhide didn't look like he knew whether to smile or break down. He settled for pulling me into a hug, a rather gentle one, and I embraced him back. I felt his touch slide down my back and trace the outline of my brand. He whispered in my ear,
"Does it hurt?" he asked. I rested my chin on his shoulder.
"No, only the memory. God...I've had so much pain in my life in such a short time, the last thing I need is to lose you. Promise me you'll never go..." I said. Ironhide was silent a moment, then he clutched me tighter.
"I promise." he said, pulling back so he could see my face. Ironhide sighed, though from what I could tell it was a pleased one.
"Primus...I'm going to be in huge trouble..." Ironhide said, getting up. I did as well.
"And why is that?" Ironhide walked briskly out to the main hangar, gesturing to his alt mode that was parked in an empty bay.
"I'll tell you...but somewhere away from any that would care to listen in." Ironhide answered, opening the passenger door of his alt mode and gesturing for me to hop in. I did so, and his holoform shut the door before going around and sliding into the driver's seat.
About five miles from the base, I tentatively spoke up.
"Ironhide...why do you think you're in trouble?" I asked. He pulled over to the side of the road and his holoform turned to look at me.
"Because..." he started.
"I think I love you, Morgan.
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ARRGH! Sudden inspiration and then only a short chapter after it? Crap. Hope you all like this, I really appreciate reviews, and if you'd like to drop me any ideas you might want to see, I'd love to hear it. I'll tell you guys, I know how I'm going to end this, but i need some stuff to get me there. Let me know what you think! Aurrawings out! ^~^