The Bracelet
Bulkhead sure had noticed their former Decepticon behaving strangely at night, but never thought his secret plans could reach such magnitude. Little did they know it was for a good cause.
Disclaimer - I don't own Transformers Prime, which is property of its rightful owner.
The Bracelet by CobaltNightSky
Part of Dangerous Ride Series
09~08~2023
I came up with this story while writing Hidden Legacy. I would have included this idea in it, but I felt like this concept deserved more than just a single paragraph.
Enjoy!
The Bracelet
Night reined on the Iaconian city of Cybertron. So did on Earth. Everyone recharged, all expect certain creature of the night.
The soft taps of his steps barely produced any sound as he advanced in the cover of the darkened corridors. His wily optics quickly darted around in search of any doze comrades that could discover him on his little mission. Till now everything was clear.
The mech kept advancing swiftly. He reached a corner and, after peering around, he turned it around only to bump into a large figure. The smallest mech grunted, the much tallest one gasped. None of them had expected to run into someone in that deserted hallway.
"Knockout! What are you doing here?" The Wrecker asked, confusedly staring at the crimson light source of his optics. He couldn't descry the petite figure in front of him in such darkness.
"The same could be asked, Bulkhead." The former Decepticon snarled. He had furrowed his opticbrows, emphasizing his already notorious annoyance.
"Energon storage. I was in low levels." He simply replied under the intense inquisitive stare of the medic. The green mech awaited from him to say something in return but, as clicks passed, all he got was an awkward silence. That made him feel uncomfortable.
The burning crimson optics never parted from his, menacingly staring into his very core. His blue ones couldn't held the intimidating gaze and uneasily diverted them away.
They had both shared faction for the past five, almost six, human years now. The once 'Con had long proven himself and had become a true team player over time. Yet, when he proposed it, he still could pull some of his old tricks, making some Team Prime members wonder if, within his chest, the little spark of deception still resided, ready to ignite again with renewed strengths.
"So… What are you doing around here?" The Wrecker decided to speak, hoping it would cease the sports car's lack of words. A deep dry hum reached his audio receptors.
"Same."
Silence surrounded them again.
The crimson medic could clearly see the green Wrecker rubbing his nape, occasionally directing a quick glance at the corridor ahead. Knockout slowly blinked and, sensing the giant was eager to leave, he elegantly stepped aside.
"Nighty night." The former Decepticon mischievously greeted and walked past the incredulous Autobot, continuing his path deeper into base.
Bulkhead watched how the red biolights became dimmer as his teammate was slowly engulfed by the darkness. The mech stood there for an instant, puzzled. If Knockout was up to refuel, why had he just walked past the storage?
He tilted his jaw in confusion as he tried to find the answer he would never get. Maybe the doctor was gonna first head wash racks. Yeah, that was it! He would clean himself first and then refuel, after all, it was by all known the crimson mech always gave preference to his finish.
Bulkhead chuckled for himself. He sometimes worried too much about insignificant things. Mystery solved, he turned around and continued his way towards his berth. Little did he know about the former Decepticon's plans.