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update. I had lots of stuff to do, in fact I still do, so this chapter
prbly won't be very long. But I hope you enjoy it. Plz review.
Chapter 32
Blurr's Mattress Delivery Service
Blurr grumbled outwardly as he entered the pitch-black training room. "Can't a bot have a moment of peace without having to go looking for some stupid missing organic?" He fumed. "Why do we have to look out for those pathetic pink things in the first place?" He vented his rage on a nearby crate. He kicked it solidly, sending it sliding across the room.
"Ow!" A sharp yip came from the corner of the room from where the box was sent.
Blurr touched the side of his head. Turning on his night vision he scanned the room. He saw a figure, highlighted in the green that signaled heat, sprawled in the corner.
"Hm. Found her." Blurr radioed to his commander.
"Good work, soldier. Where are you?" Optimus's voice praised through his com-link.
"Is she okay? She's not hurt, is she?" Jet Fire hurriedly interrupted. You could tell by his voice that he was worried about her.
"How am I supposed to know?" The silver Autobot shrugged.
"Well, go find out!" The Air Commander ordered.
"Alright." Blurr moaned as he walked over to the hiding organic. "I can see you, you know. You can come out now."
"Blurr?" A shaky voice asked from the dark corner. "Is that really you?"
"Yeah." The bot rolled his optics.
He watched with commanding authority as the girl crawled out from her corner space. She looked up at him; the spotlight he held illuminated the fear on her face. She began to weep as she launched herself at him and latched her arms around his leg. The transformer tried to shake the organic off.
"Oh, c'mon. Don't go all mushy on me." He picked her up by the back of her shirt and began to walk with her down the hallway. But somehow he couldn't bring himself to ignore the tears that fell down her face and the sobs that shook her body. Finally he felt like he had to say something. "Hey. C'mon. Everything's going to be all right. You weren't afraid of the dark, were you?"
He held the sniveling girl up at optic's height. She shook her head and tears flew from her face.
"Then what's wrong?" He just couldn't bring himself to understand the organic.
Emrial just turned and grabbed unto his hand, holding unto it for dear life. Blurr turned his hand so that she lay in the palm of it. She continued to grip his large fingers and cry non-stop.
"Hey, don't mess up the wax job." He tried to joke with her as he prodded her with his finger.
She settled down a little, the endless vault of tears dried up, and she just softly moaned as she held unto him. And soon she had fallen into a fitful sleep, right there in the palm of his hand.
"Great." He sighed as he started walking towards the med-bay. "Now not only am I a search and rescue and a delivery service, now I'm a mattress!" He grumbled sarcastically.
A/n: I told you it'd be short, neh? But I really have to go. Plz review and give me suggestions ^_______^
Chapter 32
Blurr's Mattress Delivery Service
Blurr grumbled outwardly as he entered the pitch-black training room. "Can't a bot have a moment of peace without having to go looking for some stupid missing organic?" He fumed. "Why do we have to look out for those pathetic pink things in the first place?" He vented his rage on a nearby crate. He kicked it solidly, sending it sliding across the room.
"Ow!" A sharp yip came from the corner of the room from where the box was sent.
Blurr touched the side of his head. Turning on his night vision he scanned the room. He saw a figure, highlighted in the green that signaled heat, sprawled in the corner.
"Hm. Found her." Blurr radioed to his commander.
"Good work, soldier. Where are you?" Optimus's voice praised through his com-link.
"Is she okay? She's not hurt, is she?" Jet Fire hurriedly interrupted. You could tell by his voice that he was worried about her.
"How am I supposed to know?" The silver Autobot shrugged.
"Well, go find out!" The Air Commander ordered.
"Alright." Blurr moaned as he walked over to the hiding organic. "I can see you, you know. You can come out now."
"Blurr?" A shaky voice asked from the dark corner. "Is that really you?"
"Yeah." The bot rolled his optics.
He watched with commanding authority as the girl crawled out from her corner space. She looked up at him; the spotlight he held illuminated the fear on her face. She began to weep as she launched herself at him and latched her arms around his leg. The transformer tried to shake the organic off.
"Oh, c'mon. Don't go all mushy on me." He picked her up by the back of her shirt and began to walk with her down the hallway. But somehow he couldn't bring himself to ignore the tears that fell down her face and the sobs that shook her body. Finally he felt like he had to say something. "Hey. C'mon. Everything's going to be all right. You weren't afraid of the dark, were you?"
He held the sniveling girl up at optic's height. She shook her head and tears flew from her face.
"Then what's wrong?" He just couldn't bring himself to understand the organic.
Emrial just turned and grabbed unto his hand, holding unto it for dear life. Blurr turned his hand so that she lay in the palm of it. She continued to grip his large fingers and cry non-stop.
"Hey, don't mess up the wax job." He tried to joke with her as he prodded her with his finger.
She settled down a little, the endless vault of tears dried up, and she just softly moaned as she held unto him. And soon she had fallen into a fitful sleep, right there in the palm of his hand.
"Great." He sighed as he started walking towards the med-bay. "Now not only am I a search and rescue and a delivery service, now I'm a mattress!" He grumbled sarcastically.
A/n: I told you it'd be short, neh? But I really have to go. Plz review and give me suggestions ^_______^