G1-Constructicons-So Close

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"He's upset."

"Well, duh!"

"Should we, umm, do something?"

The entire Contructicon gestalt (minus a certain medic) all sighed in despair, everything was going so well today too…their morning was actually pleasant, not the usual screams of backstabbing, the random gunshots going off around the base…just a nice morning.

Everyone was tolerant of each other before going out to battle, just a few snorts or nods there and here, no accusations or anything, it was just one of those days and they were so sure everything was working in their favor.

Even the battle seemed to be with their odds, for once their Leader listened to his second…somebot claiming it probably had to do with the two facing but no one wanted to stay on that topic. They had almost got their prize today…it was literally in their servos, their combiner form had almost broke out into a happy dance if it wasn't for the fact that would have been embarrassing and they did not want anyone to see their dance moves. Cons they were, but even some things were just too wrong and scarring to the processor of others.

They all flinched as Hook's helm hit the desk he was sitting at, a long sad moan escaped the Decepticon medic, so damn close!

It wasn't an unusual thing that some of the members aboard the Nemesis had their sights set on certain Autobots, being stuck on the same planet for so long, it was a development that was sure to come. There was the talk during their high grade sessions were everybody was to busy being drunk to care who they were chatting to, that plans on who would do what with who got passed around easily.

So it wasn't surprising that they had set their sight on one…and they nearly had him today.

Another smack across the desk, "He was right there!"

The others sighed again, being bonded in such a way, they all relayed each other's feeling and emotions, so they were all upset about the situation…but not as much so as the mech currently moaning and probably causing damage to his systems.

"Fragging yellow daffodil, ruining everything!"

Yep, the next they saw the golden vain Lambo, they were going to step on him…repeatedly…then scrap him off into human waste facility like the slag he was…with Reflector taking pictures…and laughing about it during the whole time.

"He's got the doll again."

Sure enough Hook had reached into his subspace and taken out a custom made doll of their Autobot love…even they found it creepy that he had made the thing…but what the pit could they complain about, they had their own little quirks.

The medic sighed and cuddled the toy while taking a gulp of high grade he had placed on the desk, "Going to kill the damn mech! Then I will take what's mine back!"

Devastator had managed to catch the Autobot CMO off guard while the white mech was trying to reach safety from the flying bullets around him, instantly the giant had swept him up in one servo and while smiling happily, decided to turn and leave with cussing, screaming, and biting bot in tow.

All they had to do was get back to base and the wrench wielding mech would be tucked away in their room, away from prying optics.

But the sudden attack of yellow on Devastator's face startled them all as the frontliner had somehow managed to launch himself onto the combiner and was set on trying to rip the gestalt's form's helm off.

Out of surprise and reaction, they dropped the ambulance into the waiting arms of the red twin, who promptly shot them a bird and took off with the whiplashed mech bridal style.

His brother stabbed them in the optic before taking off on his jetpack, it was a an embarrassment to them and an ego blow.

Another bang on the desk, "I want my soul mate! We'll be so good together, torturing innocent patients and causing others harm with tools!"

They all just sighed again, poor Hook…

(On the Autobot base)

Ratchet rubbed one of his audios, "Someone's talking about me."

His thoughtful look turned to one of annoyance as a red arm was thrown over his shoulders, bringing him into a hug, "Sideswipe, what are you doing."

"Hugging you…while being naked…"

"…What?"

-Hook continues to sleep with his plushi, the rest of his gestalt are considering getting him into therapy. Sideswipe was running around with his interface covers opened because he hit his helm too hard and decided he wanted to be free. Ratchet fixed him with a whack of his wrench and had to take a long shower afterwards. It's all crack.