Notes: This drabble was written for TF IC Prompt's December 2010 challenge: Snuggling for Warmth. It takes place after the events of the episode "Fallen Comrades."

It hadn't been the worst day in Waspinator's life, he thought as he trudged wearily back to base, but it was pretty high up on his list.

Like most days, he had been picked for a task he was ill suited for: stasis pod retrieval. What had made it ten times worse that day was the fact that the pod had crashed in a frozen wasteland that was the Northern Sector. And of course, the only ones who could reach it quickly were flyers and of course Megatron would never go himself, no. Cold was bad for most of the Predacons and the tyrannical dinosaur would never risk his own well-being when he could send a minion.

Oh, and a rock -boulder!- had fallen on him, but that was the least of Waspinator's complaints over the general suckiness of the day.

No, more than anything -more than the boulders, the pointlessness of the attempted retrieval, the stupid Maximals, it was the biting, horrific cold that got to the little insect.

And Waspinator knew it would take him a long time to get warmed up, despite the fact that their base was situated within an active volcano.

He'd been out in the snow once before, shortly after they'd landed on the mystery planet. He'd been sent on patrol and, naturally, gotten lost. His internal navigation systems weren't that stellar, after all, and he'd wound up somewhere at the top of a mountain, crashed in its snow-covered peaks.

But this day…This day was much worse. That boulder, after all, and the Maximals…

But at least he had company. Terrorsaur looked worse off than he was and Waspinator knew why: A lot of heat escaped his leathery wings. He had also taken on the form of a cold-blooded creature, who couldn't make it very long in the less-than-temperate climate of the Northern Sector.

The red flyer was shivering as he clanked down the hall, the pair having been dismissed by Megatron shortly after they returned to base.

Waspinator, still trying to rub the cold from his own joints, watched the retreating form of his partner as he slumped along to his quarters. Terrorsaur still hadn't totally recovered from the flying mountain debacle, and now this…He looked pretty down in the dumps.

Waspinator followed him.

It wasn't uncommon for them to hang out in one another's quarters; they were something akin to friends, after all. Sometimes they played cards, or got together for a bitchfest, or performed minor repairs on each other, or just sat in companionable silence, doing their own thing but in the same room.

What made that occasion different was that Waspinator followed his companion right to his berth, waiting only a microsecond for Terrorsaur to flop down face-first before he curled up next to him - Maybe the cold had addled his processor as well, or he never would have considered such a thing.

Terrorsaur tensed at the contact, lifting a head to raise a brow at the other flyer. Though he loved to be admired, Terrorsaur was not much of a touchy-feely mech and physical contact was something that often left him feeling uncomfortable.

"Am still cold." Was the only explanation Waspinator offered as he burrowed closer, clutching at his partner's arm and giving him little choice in the matter, "And Wazpinator can tell Terrorsaur iz too."

There was a long silence. Terrorsaur heaved a sigh, debating over whether or not shoving Waspinator on the floor would be worth the effort. He refrained from doing so -how did he always wind up indulging his pesky partner?- and made a feeble attempt to remove his arm from the wasp's grip. Come to think of it…He was feeling warmer already.

Maybe this wasn't so bad. And at least Waspinator was being somewhat quiet. He was making a faint, hum-buzz sound, but his usual endless chatter hadn't started up; he must have been tired.

"Hnn." Terrorsaur had finally grunted, laying his head back down on his arm, "Fine. But if you tell any one about this…"

"Won't." Came the somewhat cheerful reply, "Wazpinator may be dumb, but iz not stupid." And at that moment, he had felt neither…Rather, he was quite victorious in the fact that he'd gotten his partner to snuggle, and glad Terrorsaur couldn't see his triumphant grin.

The last thing Waspinator thought of as he drifted off to recharge, warm and safe, was 'maybe cold haz itz good pointz…'