Nobody Pass out at the excitement of a new chapter! It won't be brilliant, but at least it is something new.
It had been a few weeks since WheelJack's last fiasco, though Ratchet still badgered him about it. This was Ratchet in his most relaxed state, if there was someone around he would resume his tough ol' 'bot front. WheelJack knew better and just let him rant, trying to explain that it should have worked. Looking back over his materials the mech slapped his own forehead.
"No wonder!" he kicked himself several times, "The wire fusion was too close to the fuel systems.." With that Ratchet plowed another blow with his wrench to WheelJack's head.
"You Idiot!"
Meanwhile in a different room far from the med bay, where WheelJack was confined till all his circuts were in perfect order, Ironhide and Chromia were having a bit of a battle royal.
"Oh come on Ironhide, is that all?" Taunted the femme.
"I don't want to hurt you…" the mech replied gruffly.
"Then you aren't really trying are you?" she asked dashing forward to land a punch to his chassis. Ironhide reacted grabbing her arm and flinging her towards a wall. The smaller ' bot was more agile than her spark mate and was able to launch herself from the intended wall instead of crashing into it. Caught in midair she cursed, "Oh frag…" as Ironhide dragged her in circles by her legs. Tossing her aside once more the mech snorted.
"See what happens when I get serious." He gestured to the floor where paint had been left behind as she was dragged. The femme looked over her back and frowned mildly.
"So we are playing that game huh?" She grinned. The mech was confused, 'Game? What game?' his processors surged to figure it out as Chromia snaked her form around him plucking the latches to his chassis armor undone. With a loud clattering thud the two pieces fell leaving him feeling quiet vulnerable.
"Oh, that game.." he grinned. When they first met Chromia and Ironhide would have fights, and it would always come down to who stripped the other's armor first. This was one of the couples favorite games as it was not only a challenge, but it also lead to more intimate situations. It was always a tie at who won. Ironhide could simply hold her and remove her armor, but she was faster and harder to catch when her hand flitted to the latches and away.
Yes everywhere it seemed there was love in the Autobot base.
"No Your stance is wrong." Jazz corrected Prowl. Prowl less than happy at being corrected.
"No I am fairly sure my stance is correct," he resumed his previous position and set his staff in defense. Jazz just shrugged and surged forward bringing his staff around in a wide sweep to Prowl's side. An easy block, though for that block Prowl realized his footing was gone, Jazz had been right. With the second attack Prowl had to block and reset his feet; that split second imbalance gave Jazz the opportunity. He launched forward, his staff held in front parallel to his body. Prowl gasped and fell backwards with Jazz on top.
"Learned something, did yah?" Jazz smiled, good humored as always. Prowl turned his face, his lips forming the ever so slight pout that comes with him being embarrassed.
"Perhaps…" the mech admitted hesitantly. Jazz stood and offered a hand. Prowl took it and they started the practice session over again.
Elita nibbled one of her fingers as she watched Optimus pace to and fro across his office. She was perched on his desk an optic ridge quirked slightly.
"Why are you so bothered by this Optimus? There is nothing wrong with it. It's not like it is a shock, after all, look at what we've been through." The femme said al of this with a calm audio. Optimus fidgeted and paced.
"But now of all times Elita?" His audio was worried and nervous. "This could not have happened at a worse time." He shook his head and let out a gush from his cooling systems. "It is not that I am not happy.. It is that I worry about what will come of it. You know what happened all those years ago. I do not think I could stand that to happen again." Elita nodded knowing this was true, but she smiled all the same.
"This time will be different." It was a sure statement and with that she stood and embraced the fretting leader. "It will be alright. Nothing bad will happen." She smiled up to him, "I promise." The mech let out another gust and draped his arms around the femme, hoping she was right, longing that it would be true. Yet, for as much as he was worried, he could not suppress the bubble of excitement that welled up in his fuel tanks.
In the game room The Twins and BumbleBee were playing, of course, video games. Sideswipe stood behind Bee cheering him on as Sunstreaker tried to catch up in the race. To no avail, above the cheers a knock, knock, knocking came from the front door.
Till next chapter!