OK so second chapter...awesome? so anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Cycle= 1 day
Megacycle= 1 hour
Nanoclick= 1 second or 1 minute
Solar cycle or stellar cycle= 1 year
Decacycle= 10 days or 1month
Body parts
Servo: hands or arms
Support peds: legs
Peds: feet
Digits: fingers
Chassis: chest
Helm: head
Optics: eyes
Glossa: tongue
Optic ridge: eyebrows of forehead
Jazz was rubbing his helm as yet another object goes flying over him and at Blurr. It was a few days after the last argument and I was extra irritable because vacation was coming up. Seven whole cycles of recharging and refueling!
"You just love to toss inanimate objects don't you? Is it some sort of kink you have?" He caught whatever I had tossed at him. I can't remember if it was a stylus or the whole pad itself. Next thing I remember is getting hit…again by that object. "HA!" Blurr yelled pointing his digit at me.
"You piece of scrap!" I had yelled furiously lunging at him. If Jazz hadn't grabbed him and stopped me well, I guess I will never know.
"Ok enough you two!" with one servo he held me back and the other keeping Blurr from leaving. "If ya all can't get along I'm going to have to tell your bosses! And last thing you need is to get fired." He let go of Blurr and I. "Now I have a deal for both of ya. With your vacation coming up Ironfire and Blurr has his cycles off a few cycles after, I propose that you have to spend at least 2 cycles with each other." Blurr and I were both about to yell no before Jazz held up his servo. "I'm not finished yet. Now if ya all can spend the 2 cycles together…without fighting I'll give you and 2 extra cycles off and 100 credits to your accounts…and treat you to drinks. But if you don't want to do it since I was sent down here to shut your mouths anyway I'm taking away 2 cycles of Ironfire's vacation and Blurr will have to wait for his next cycles off.
"What!" I yelled stepping back from jazz. You can't do that! I was I shock my best friend was setting me up! "You can't do that!"
"Yes I can 3rd in command remember?" he smirked at me. I remember the twinkle of his optics under is visor. I could tell he found this amusing. Blurr on the other had been talking so fast I barely could catch what he was saying. "So? What shall it be?"
I'm going to have to pull some favors for jazz. And I hated the thought of asking him. The moment I saw him at our meeting place I knew that he knew what I knew what I was going to ask him. And he was not happy about it.
"So you want Blurr's last mission files and reports from that mission point." He swirled his energon weakly. Now some of that information is classified even if you're his bondmate.
"I know you went wherever he went! Please jazz! I know I'm asking for a lot but it's what I need to find him."
"Even if it means all you'll find his corpse?" I looked at jazz in slight shock. He was staring at me, and it was kinda awkward. He was looking for an answer.
"Yes." I said. He leaned back quickly chugging the rest of his drink then wiped his mouth. "Alrighty then let's go."
The day was lovely. I will admit that to you. Even though I thought the day was going to be horrible it wouldn't be as bad. I had a good recharge I have my morning energon! I was good! Until I realized what today was. I leaned back on my doorsteps sighing.
"Hey…" it was a quiet not so enthusiastic greeting. I looked up to see Blurr a frown on his faceplate.
"Hey yourself" I mumbled back trying not to snap. He looked around taking in his surroundings. Now the house I used to live in wasn't what you'd expect from someone of my….personality.
Since I was younger I always like the fixer upper houses it was a small 1 floor house kinda boxy looking but it got the job done. The kitchen and living room were together and the only other rooms in the house were the bedroom and cleaning racks.
"Didn't know you liked to live in old shacks." I raised an optic ridge but managed to bite my Glossa.
"That's what they call a fixer upper Blurr." I hissed slightly. "It's for people willing to work a bit harder than most." He glared at me and I at him. Yes we were both glaring how romantic huh? "So are we going to go? Or just stand here for 11 megacycles?" I made a gesturing bow toward the street.
"Femmes first." He said flatly. I got up from my sarcastic pose striding toward the busy street.
"Fine but that means we're doing what I want today." Then I regretted saying that because he was in front of me it 2 nanoclicks.
"Fine by me princess but that means tomorrow is all mine."
It got crappy near the end and I'm not happy with it but oh well. All is fair in fanficton and shipping wars. Enjoy random people of fanfiction! Sorry for spelling errors.