If you ever found out who actually built up the balls to tell him, you were going to lay some ninth circle of hell level hate upon them. It was bad enough you couldn't speak for yourself, but when people put the words out on the table that you were happy you couldn't say…

Primus, you were mortified.

You had a crush, of Crosshairs of all mechs. He was an egotistical jerkass, but you was lovable anyway if you looked at it from the right angle. But, he wasn't interested in humans. Not romantically at least. Guns and creative ammunition, sure he was all for the human side of creativity.

But dare you even imply a conversation of human romance and he was vocally against it.

You already heard him say it directly. He could appreciate humanity from a distance, but our squishy bits still disgusted him. However, you did your best to take this mishap in stride and simply ignore it. Perhaps there was a saving grace in all of this.

You were a non-combatant ninety percent of the time. You were better off putting your skills to use as a hacker, as a satellite monitor, and a delegate on the rarer occasion. You smiled at the thought. This meant that you have a much smaller chance of crossing paths with Crosshairs throughout your day. And for once, in a bittersweet sort of way, you found yourself seeing this as a good thing.

Feeling more relaxed about the whole situation, you calmly turned the corner...and promptly felt the vengeful return of every worry you'd just put at the back of your mind. Crosshairs was leaning against the wall, right in front of the door to your workspace. There was no second entrance, so how in blazes were you supposed to avoid big, green, and pissy while getting through the door?

"Oi! Fleshling!"

'Shit!'

With a silent breathy shriek, you turned tail and bolted for dear life. Work could wait. Now was the time to be a coward. You panted heavily as Crosshairs' heavy pedfalls rang close behind you. He continued to call after you, and almost caught you if not for one saving grace...kind of.

Mearing raised a brow at you as you basically invaded her office, as rudely as possible. With a pale, sheepish smile, you signed the most respectful and deepest apology you knew.

"So...I assume this is related to your issue with the Autobot, Crosshairs?" She drawled, unimpressed.

You gave a silent groan of frustration and angrily signed away your side of the story.

"I didn't say anything to him! Someone must've saw me 'talking' about how I admired him! I didn't want this to happen! He wasn't supposed to know!" You ranted.

"So you did not actively pursue this?" Mearing prodded.

You shook your head. "Trust me, he's doing far more 'pursuing' than I've done...which I haven't at all. It was just a passing crush! Why must stupid people meddle?!" You scowled and roughly folded your arms.

Charlotte let a smile, tight-lipped smile grace her features. "If I am honest, I share a few similar opinions." her smile dropped and her face became cold, "However, I believe you are currently late for work because of this?"

You shifted uneasily. The Director narrowed her eyes and stood from her desk. "Get out. I won't house a coward in my office." she snapped.

It was essentially a verbal slap to the face. You trembled as you gripped the doorknob and hurried out of her space. As expected, Crosshairs was waiting for you. He huffed, seeming more than annoyed.

"Stupid human, why'd you even try to run?" he muttered, lowering himself on one knee and offering a hand for you to step onto.

That...did nothing short of confuse you. Why was he offering you a ride? With a small nervous gulp, you stepped up onto his servo and braced yourself with his thumb. Crosshairs grunted and curled his fingers.

"Easy fleshling, I'm not gonna drop you." the mech rumbled.

The ride to your morning work space was a short one, but Crosshairs still didn't put you down. The mech sighed and ran a hand down his faceplates.

"Look...lass, I...flattered as I am," Crosshairs mumbled but you frantically waved your hands.

"No, no...don't apologize it's fine. I didn't want you to know!" You signed at a near-frantic pace.

It took the mech a moment to decipher what you were doing, "You can't talk…" He noted, his optics widening a little.

You brought your shoulders in, feeling more uncomfortable than ever. "No, I can't talk...not anymore."

"Oh...do you want-?"

"No." You shook your head and sighed, "Sorry for all the trouble, it's just a stupid crush. It'll pass eventually. Besides, it's pointless. I know you don't like humans…"

Crosshairs actually growled, "...Damn it, I don't...I feel like I should apologize but-."

You held up your hand, shaking your head. "Don't apologize. It's my fault. I...sorry to...ah, I didn't mean to cause any...problems." You silently groaned at your inability to find your words, "I know you probably think it's disgusting and whatnot, and that's fine. Just ignore me, okay? This never happened."

Crosshairs didn't say anything for a while, but he did eventually set you down. "Okay then, I guess that makes this easier…"

"Thanks...have a good morning."

Crosshairs let out a grunt you took as 'same to you' and quickly walked away. Yet despite having the issue dealt with, you couldn't help but notice the small ball of hurt swirling in your chest.

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