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Chapter 26:

"Speaking"

Once Optimus got around to actually debriefing all of Tempest's teams as well as Tempest and Blaster themselves, it took quite some time.

The whole day was spent in debriefing with the first time and Tempest and Blaster were going in chronological order so when it reached the end of the first team, they stopped for the day.

Everyone was thankful that the debriefing was over and Blaster was quite proud that Tempest had told nothing but the absolute truth, even if it looked badly upon her.

As it was her first time out in the field and leading a team, she had admittedly made quite a few mistakes but had always been willing to listen to the advice the others had offered and did her best to follow it.

Hearing of the debriefing, Jazz had music playing in the rec room and Tempest had happily pulled a very stiff Ultra Magnus into a dance.

"I am unsure of this, Tempest."

"It's fine. Just watch my pedes and listen to the music."

Moving slowly, Tempest let Ultra Magnus study how she moved her pedes before he tentatively began to follow it,

"There you go. Now just match it to the music."

Rodimus watched in shock as Tempest managed to actually get Ultra Magnus to dance and with him being such a large mech, he had quite a good rhythm and was rather graceful.

Smirking at Rodimus's dazed expression, Jazz snuck up behind him, pushing hard causing him to stumble out onto the dance floor before Tempest pulled him up and shoved him into Ultra Magnus.

"Follow Magnus's steps and you'll do fine."

Nodding, Rodimus focused on the steps and soon they were dancing just as well as Magnus and Tempest had been.

Laughing, Tempest walked off the dance floor, spotting Optimus in a corner and went to sit with him, nodding in thanks when he offered her a cube of energon.

"I am glad to see Ultra Magnus relaxing for once."

"Ah, he's a good mech. A little stiff but still a good mech."

Spotting Optimus rest his servo on the table, palm up, Tempest smiled and placed her servo in his, always careful with her claws.

Especially seeing as she had put them in action and had torn through armor on mechs, inches thick.

"I haven't thanked you all yet for the decorations done to my quarters."

"Ah, I had hoped you wouldn't be mad."

"No, it looks great. I'm glad of it. It looks like an actual home now."

Eventually everyone headed to their own quarters for the night though Tempest was very surprised when Optimus stumbled to her quarters in the middle of the night.

Rather than protest, Tempest opened her arms as Optimus tumbled onto her berth, wrapping his arms tight around her chassis as his legs tangled with hers.

Reaching back, Tempest pulled the thermablanket up from her back, as she had been in recharge when Optimus had opened the door and seeing his dazed expression she had pushed it back, guessing that Optimus would lay on her berth with her.

Tucking the thermablanket behind Optimus, Tempest folded her wings against her back to be more comfortable resting on her side without her wing digging painfully into the berth.

Pressing a kiss to Optimus's helm, Tempest settled back on her berth, it was odd how quickly she slid back into recharge but she didn't protest as she was dragged under.

Waking warm, extremely comfortable, and with a spark pulse thrumming gently in his audio had Optimus bringing his optics online in confusion to find himself tangled with Tempest.

Stiffening in shock, Optimus was once more surprised when Tempest's arm tightened over his shoulder as she partially leaned over him, her wing lashing out protectively as she came online in an instant, scanning the room.

Sensing no one in the room, Tempest relaxed, looking down at Optimus as she partially rolled back onto her side, tucking her wing against her back once more.

"Did you recharge well?"

"When…did I get here?"

"Three hours after we parted ways to go to our separate quarters."

"My apologies, I hadn't realized-"

"Optimus, it's fine. I don't know about you but humans are often able to sleep in a purely platonic or familial setting."

Shifting slightly, Optimus was admittedly quite embarrassed finding that his spike had pressurized as he had recharged and was pressing firmly along the curve of Tempest's hip joint.

However she smirked at him and dropped her optics only to his chin before cocking her helm to the side,

"Although, I will admit, I am surprised that Cybertronians can get what humans call "morning wood" and no, there's absolutely no need to apologize for it either."

Optimus was quick to seal his spike behind his interface panel once more before he carefully sat up, a bit uncomfortable now seeing as his spike was fully pressurized.

He didn't fuss however as Tempest tugged him towards her wash racks, both washing up quickly and drying off before heading to the mess hall.

Drinking their energon, Optimus was curious as to why Ratchet had called him to his med bay but went without complaint.

It was never a good idea to argue with Ratchet, not even on a good day.

Settling on the berth, per Ratchet's instructions, Optimus only had but a moment to look over at Tempest before he was sent into medical stasis.

"Tempest, you can help me with the wire work. Wheeljack actually had doubly insulated wires made up."

"Sure thing, Ratchet."

Most of the wires that were replaced were around Optimus's chassis, torso, and helm to keep Tempest from accidentally causing too much damage to such vital wires.

Admittedly the work was tedious but definitely a necessity and Tempest would be assisting Optimus with more paperwork after he was allowed to come back online.

Motioning Tempest over to his side, Ratchet had her replace the wires closest to his spark, watching as she moved with absolute precision, the tips of her claws making it even easier for her.

"Ah, that one there isn't connected well enough."

"Where?"

Focusing her attention back on the wires she had placed, Ratchet pointed out the rather loose wire, drawing Tempest's attention to it,

"Ah, got it Ratchet. Thank you."

Nodding, Ratchet finished up the wirework on Optimus's neck and helm just as Tempest finished the rest of the wirework on his chassis.

Checking over the work, Ratchet nodded finding all of it quite well done before bringing Optimus back online.

Running through his internal scans, Optimus found that quite a few of his wires had been replaced and heavily insulated.

But he had never questioned Ratchet before and didn't plan on doing so now as he sat up before Tempest helped him off the berth, even if he didn't need it.

Waving to Ratchet, Optimus headed back to their office with Tempest following behind him before they both began to tackle the very large piles of data pads.