AN: Here is the next chapter of MoW. Written for cmdrtekk on LJ.
Story notes: I swear I tried to get Hound to take Blue on vacation! Mirage put his foot down and dragged Hound off for a nice romantic trip. The aftermath of this decision is well this. ..
On Vacation
He dew his legs closer to his body, arms wrapped tightly around them. The room was dark, save for the soft glow of wide optics. The Datsun hummed quietly, trying to defeat the silence; attempting not to think. Terror coursed his circuits, providing an effect similar to caffeine to the the tired bot.
He was alone; his roommate Hound off with Mirage. The two gone for some much needed 'quality time.' A vacation that had been thoughtfully arranged to celebrate the two's decision to cement their relationship as soon as the war ended.
Despite his best efforts he couldn't fight the total exhaustion that consumed him. The top of his helm gradually came to rest on top of his knees.
The heat was unbearable, and he was helpless to do anything about it. Rubble lay across his lower legs and one of his door wings effectively pinning him as the fire raged. He struggled hopelessly, desperately trying to shift the tonnage of metal that held him helpless. It was no use. He was going to die here. Alone, surrounded by the dead forms of all he knew... It was growing bigger now. The heat more intense. No! He didn't want to die! With the very last of his strength he rocked back and forth...
Only to awaken by being roughly shaken. Half awake the terrified gunner leaped at his companion, latching on desperately; pursued by the remains of the memory. Hesitantly arms wrapped around him, holding him to the chaise which he clung to.
He whimpered once. So softly the mech who held him almost thought he had imagined it. He gently cradled the younger mech, headless of the effect this would have on his paint job. Resolved he gripped him tighter, letting him work through the remnants of the terror that had gripped the sniper.
If he hadn't had all his attention focused on the mech in his arms he would have missed it. The words were barely more then a breath. "Hold me. Please hold me. Sunstreaker. Please I beg you. Hold me." The mantra never gained in volume; building intensity with every repetition.
The optics narrowed as Sunstreaker looked down upon the desperate mech. In one graceful move he lifted Bluestreak into his arms, and stood. With a glare at the currently unoccupied side of the room, the warrior left, cargo cradled in his arms.
It was late, so the corridors of the Ark were mostly deserted. Those that were occupied were quickly vacated; a glare from the golden twin swiftly convincing them that removing themselves was in their best interest. The entire time his cargo continued to whimper softly, begging the golden warrior to not let him go.
The room he shared with his twin was empty when Sunstreaker strode in. Almost carelessly he lowered himself heavily to the berth, still cradling the gray mech to him. The mech's shaking had stopped almost completely by the time they were seated. His voice slowed to silence as well. The moments ticked by, and Bluestreak began to loosen his death grip on the golden twin's chassis.
The golden warrior looked down at the calming bot, cradled in his arms. Deliberately he went to lower the gunner to the berth; however the renewed grip and near silent whimpers stopped him. This pattern stretched over the breems; the slightest move by Sunstreaker prompting sounds of great distress from the mech curled in his lap.
"Sleep." The human word silenced the distraught Datsun. Taking advantage of the pause, Sunstreaker stood. With great deliberation he lay the gray mech on the berth, before stalking towards the door. As a pained mewl escaped the gunner, the larger mech paused. "Sleep." The door slid shut silently behind him.
The cry of agony ripped through the wall. The anguish and spark break tearing at his spark. Sunstreaker steeled himself. He had to find Sideswipe. Ignoring the pain provoked by the cries, he set off in search of his twin.
ANII: There is a sequel planned before you go after my head! It just depends on when Jazz and Prowl decided to stop immitating rabbits, and Jazz can get back to translate! So keep watching! Hope everyone enjoyed this chapter, and the stories in general.