Three days.
Three days!
Thundercracker still hasn't been by, and his patience is wearing thin.
Still confined to the recovery room, there is little he can do to keep himself occupied.
Sonar has brought some datapads containing a various assortment of holo-vids, but none of them keeps his interest for long. He as only managed to watch one to the end, while the rest remain forgotten on the table beside the berth.
He needs to get out, or he is soon going to go crazy from boredom and anxiousness.
The door opens without warning and Sonar enters, carrying an inconspicuous looking box.
"Since the holo-vids didn't interest you, I have something else for you to pass your time." The helo-former comments, putting the box down on the table and opening it.
A black holo-vid case is put down on the table, soon followed by a pair of specialized cables.
Skywarp looks at it, intrigued, and he picks it up.
Fifteen ways to overload.
He balks at the title and stares incredulous at Sonar.
"What. The. FRAG." He utters, deeply shocked, and wonders if Sonar has gone insane.
"You need to get your pent-up frustrations out of your system." The guard explains calmly, "And this is the most efficient way while you remain confined to the berth."
"Are you crazy?" Skywarp hisses lowly.
"No." Sonar answers, "But you soon are going to be, if you don't have an outlet for your feelings. I can see how it tears at you. It is not healthy to be that pent-up without a way to release it."
The specialized cables are connected to his systems with a flair that screams of familiarity with the motion, yet he is still adverse to complete the final link-up, despite Sonar's reassurance that it is common, even encouraged, that the Sires use devices like these to lessen their tension during treatment.
"Echo has sanctioned it. Megatron has given his clearance. And even Thundercracker knows that you are going to be offered this option at some point during your stay here. As you most likely have noticed, a fairly large amount of the personnel are carriers. It is bound to trigger reactions, and it is better to give an outlet for the feelings, than have them blow up in our faces." Sonar explains, as calm as ever in his interaction with Skywarp.
"I don't think about him that way."
"Keep trying to convince yourself about that, Skywarp, but I can see that his missing presence is destroying you from the inside. You might not want to think about him like that, but your programming does. It is a natural reaction after having been denied for so long."
Two days.
Two days of deep thoughts
And of slow acceptance.
Sonar is right.
He is slowly going crazy while waiting for Thundercracker. Not only to apologize, but also to see the tantalizing sleek frame with the beautiful wings again. To run his hands gently along the wide expanses. And to hear the pleasing sounds coming from the blue seeker at his touch.
His spike stirs, but he has yet to indulge in its demand for attention.
It feels twisted and degrading to masturbate to the image of the blue seeker. To find pleasure in Thundercracker's desperate need to be close and feel safe. It would feel like breaking the carrier's trust.
And Sonar doesn't understand that.
How could he?
The guard is not a seeker.
Turning to lay on his left side and ignoring the insistent pressure between his legs, he stares accusingly at the erotic holo-vid and the innocent looking cables on the table beside the berth.
No one understands.
"You don't understand!"
"It is a no, Thundercracker." Megatron states, his voice firm.
"Why?! Why are you suddenly restricting me?!"
"I'm not. You are still allowed to fly whenever you please."
"It is not enough! I'm a seeker. I NEED to-..."
"ENOUGH!"
The door opens and shuts with the force of an enraged seeker, and Megatron sits back in his chair with a frustrated groan, instantly regretting yelling at the blue seeker. Never before has he raised his voice when talking to Thundercracker, but everything has gone crazy recently, and his temper is short.
Another facility has been attacked.
No survivors.
He has to take this seriously.
They might be out of reach of the enemy, but that doesn't mean he can relax.
The moment they let their guard down, they open themselves for an attack.
Thundercracker would understand, if he dared tell the seeker the truth.
For now it is better to have an enraged seeker, than one cowering beneath the berth while afraid of when an attack might happen.