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Author's Note: I recently found myself in Blurr's awkward position (not on a cliff.) I figured I may as well broadcast my misfortune.

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Blurr considered his options, there were not very many at this point in time. He could go back down, he could let go or he could kill Springer. The last was the most appealing. This was all Springer's fault. 'The Decepticons will expect us to attack from the front, so we'll come from behind.' He made it sound so easy.

He'd mentioned the cliff face in passing. 'Won't take but a breem.' Blurr remembered him waving a hand airily. He wondered if now was the time for questions, he had some. Top of his list was 'If the cliff face won't take but a breem, why are we barely halfway after four?'

He turned his death glare off Springer and considered his predicament. His feet were up on the 'ledge' if it could be called that. This was good. His hands were also on the 'ledge'. This was not so good. It meant that while he was in no danger he couldn't go anywhere either. He couldn't move his hands or his feet and he was steadily becoming aware that his centre of gravity was currently his aft which was sticking out behind him.

He could go back down but then he'd have to find another way past this 'ledge'. He could let go and fall but it would definitely hurt although the pain was starting to look preferable to their situation. By the time they clawed the way to the top the only thing they'd be fit for would be recharge and recharging outside the Decepticon base didn't sound like a fantastic plan by any stretch of the imagination. Falling might be best. He could say he slipped.

His third option was of course to kill Springer. Shooting was good but he could hardly make it look like an accident. If he could get ahead, he could 'accidentally' slip and take Springer with him.

He realised he had to do something, he couldn't hang around there forever and even if he could, being shot at by seekers while he hung off a cliff was not on his top ten list of things to do. He could pull himself up. He was strong enough. The trouble was once he had the momentum he wouldn't be able to stop so where was he going to put his hands. He glanced back at Springer who was now dangling one handed, desperately trying to get his leg up. Well, that was how not to do it at any rate. Now, where was his next handhold.

There, it was small but it would have to do. He braced himself, leaning back, weight on his feet and pushed up with all the force he had. He grabbed wildly at his handhold and for one glorious, wonderful second he thought it had worked. Then the rock crumbled under his fingers, his shoulders swung backward and as he parted company with the wall he had an excellent view of the ground which was far too far for comfort. He swung his arms wildly as his legs overtook his head and managed to grab something. He heard the squawk of surprise and looked up to find it was Springer's leg he had hold of. His luck wasn't all bad, if he was going Springer was coming too.

He felt a slight slipping sensation. Springer was yelling for him to let go but he was damned if he was gonna do that. He'd just say he panicked and hadn't been thinking straight. He looked up in time to see Springer's fingers slide off the edge. The expressions on the other's faces would have been funny under other circumstances.

He hit the ground. It stunned more than it hurt and lying there dazed he had time to be surprised that Springer hadn't transformed, though it would blow their cover, even the Decepticons would be bound to notice a helicopter flying around outside their back window. It also occured to him that perhaps he should move but that thought came too late. Springer hit him like two and a half tonnes of metal and Primus, did it hurt.

He woke up in the medbay to Ratchet's glaring face which was a worrying enough sight on its own. However while glancing around for an escape route, he met the optics of Springer on the next berth. His glare matched Ratchet's. Blurr cringed. Ratchet was probably the safest bet. He might ding him up a little but he probably wouldn't really hurt him. He'd never hurt a patient yet. Springer though... he slid his optics back to the side and quickly made up his mind.

He was on his feet in an instant, pushing the surprised Ratchet aside. He raced across the room into Ratchet's office, upended the desk sending various objects skittering across the floor and barricaded the door with it. He turned around panting slightly and stared at First Aid who was to be fair, staring at him. His hands were poised above where seconds ago there had been a desk and he looked understandably startled. He closed his mouth in preparation to speak and Blurr launched himself across the room and grabbed his shoulders.

"Saveme!They'regonnaterminateme!Please,you'vegottahelpme!Helpme!"

"Uh, what?"

"Them!" Blurr pointed dramatically to the window.

First Aid stared out. Ratchet and Springer stared in. The former glowered, the latter had lost his glare in favour of open mouthed shock.

"GET OUT HERE. NOW!" Ratchet bellowed.

Blurr whimpered and cowered behind First Aid. "TellthemI'mnotcomingout."

"Uh, what?" First Aid could feel logic chips straining. He tried to turn around but Blurr had a death grip on his hips and pushed him forward.

"Tellthem!"

"Uh" Ratchet turned his glare on him. First Aid wondered if he could get behind Blurr. "Uh, he says he's not coming out."

"Why?" First Aid had heard that mammals frothed at the mouth when very angry. He could almost see it on Ratchet.

"Uh, why won't you go out?"

"They'regoingtokillme!"

"Ratchet wouldn't kill you, you know that. He won't let Springer kill you either." In fact Springer no longer looked murderous, just half astounded, half amused. It was a very strange expression that First Aid wouldn't mind examining in detail, some other time.

"I'mnotgoingoutwhilethey'rethere!"

"Ratchet's not gonna let you go until he clears you."

"You'reamedic.Youcanclearme."

First Aid relayed this to Ratchet whose howl of fury was heard throughout the Ark. Prowl thought Wheeljack had blown up his lab again. Needless to say this demonstration of ire did not encourage Blurr to leave the office. It didn't do much for First Aid either, Springer said the sight of the two of them trying to get under the same chair was the funniest thing he had ever seen.

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Glad you liked SunnyXBlurr. Been trying to get Sunstreaker in a fic for ages. The fragger wouldn't cooperate. But I finally managed to sneak up on him so all's good.

RWG: Yeah, you caught me. The reason I wasn't capitalising Decpeticons/Autobots (a) I wasn't sure whether I should and (b) I was being lazy. So now I know and now I shall. As for requests I take them. Anything which means I don't have to come up with an idea from scratch is good. The only thing I don't do is humanXmech otherwise anything goes.