Apologies for the lateness on this chapter. Trying to draw Megatron as a reindeer distracted me.
Normal problems, no big deal. Ha Ha Ha... *dies a little* Anyway, hope you guys like this chapter.
"Do ya think it'd be a good idea to tell the others? I mean, I think this sorta thing breaks the rules or something…" Wheeljack asked, crossing his arms. His question was legitimate.
After recovering from their special moment of interfacing bliss, they had moved out of the ditch and were now up on the ridge, sitting together and watching the early morning sun light up the vast landscape. It was a perfect, beautiful morning that followed an equally perfect night. Bulkhead turned toward his new mate and put a loving arm around him. Now that they had bonded, there was a noticeable interference in their frames when their frames came into close contact with each other. Their auras felt as though they converged into one single entity and it brought both of them a feeling of comfort. "Miko already knows, but I can't promise she wouldn't tell anyone." He replied, although he was sure she wouldn't tell the others about something like this. "I'm sure Optimus wouldn't mind either as long as we told him. He let Arcee and Cliffjumper stay together."
"Magnus is really the only one I'm worried about." Wheeljack muttered to himself, then was quiet for a moment and leaned against Bulkhead. "I take it Cliffjumper isn't around anymore?" He inquired.
"Starscream snuffed out his spark..." Bulkhead looked down, feeling sadness swell up in his spark. Not just feeling sorry for Arcee's loss, but the loss of someone who was a close friend. "Cliff was a great guy."
Feeling the sudden change in Bulkhead's mood over their bond, Wheeljack frowned and tried nuzzling sweetly against his lover's chest to try cheering him up. It was as if he felt a magnetic pull to his partner and all he could think to do was ease his pain as best he could. "Next time I see that skinny-aft freak, I'll slice him up." He said with his usual confidence, though it was more calm than usual. As he went to grab his swords, he had a realization. "Scrap!" He snapped under his breath.
Bulkhead suddenly looked at him with concern. "What's up, Jackie?"
"I'm missing a sword." With a sigh, he tried to hide how stupid this made him feel. "It must still be back at the base. I forgot to pick it up before we came out here." Wheeljack wasn't really panicked, but he did feel incomplete without his swords on him at all times.
Getting to his feet, Bulkhead offered a hand and helped Wheeljack up to his feet too. "Well, we should be heading back anyway, I guess. Lets go get your sword, Jackie." Pulling Wheeljack close, Bulkhead planted a soft sweet kiss on his mate's helm. Wheeljack returned the gesture with a kiss to Bulkhead's oversized jaw, causing his face plating to heat up. "I love you, Jackie." Bulkhead smiled.
"Don't get me too blushy, Bulk." Wheeljack smiled and playfully pushed Bulkhead back. "I don't want everyone back at base thinking I've gone femme."
With nothing else to be said they then both took their vehicle mode and started the drive back to the base.