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Also: Trigger Warning: Brief mentions of abuse, trauma repsonses, and attitude. If we missed a trigger, feel free to reach out and let us know.

After about a month, Terrorwave was sat next to Crunch and Axewing at a table in the back of the room as Shockline sat on the floor in front of the Autobot brothers and listened to them blather on about one of their many battles with the Predacons. Terrorwave rolled my optics as Sideburn told an exaggerated version of his and Optimus' rescue from the Predacons in an attempt to make the youngling laugh.

"The Spychangers and my brothers had come bursting in," Sideburn started, leaning forward. "Of course, Optimus and I could have handled everything ourselves, but we wanted everyone to feel like they had done their fair share. We didn't want to give it away that I'm obviously the strongest and most handsome on the base." He grinned as Prowl scoffed and folded his arms.

"Psh. Laziest and most annoying, maybe."

"Hey!"

Xbrawn pinched his faceplate as the two brothers started to bicker back and forth. Shockline giggling and watching on. The daisy yellow femme rocked side to side as she started to hum to herself. Axewing grunted and moved to get up.

"Where ya goin', Lil' Buddy?" Axewing didn't even look at the eldest Autobot brother as he headed toward the door.

"My room. Not that it's any of your business." Terrorwave flinched as she waited for the beating that was sure to come. "Do you want to know everytime I breathe, too?"

Prowl stood up quickly with his hands on the table. "Now, you wait just a minute," He started in defense of his brother. Xbrawn grabbed Prowl and sat him down as the young red and white mech disappeared behind the door. Terrorwave was tensed now. Optics switching between Team Bullettrain and the door. Briefly she wondered if she could get out the door before they could grab her. Nah. She couldn't do that. It'd make it worse when they caught them. "Why'd you let him go? If that were Sideburn or I, you'd have had us in the corner before making us write sentences."

"These kids have been through a lot these past couple uh days and deserve some leeway," Xbrawn started. "Besides, I know deep down he's a kind kid and he's just getting his bearings. I'm sure he'll settle down in a bit, but you ain't gonna help him none if you get all riled up like you were."

The younglings couldn't believe what they had just heard. Axewing just gave attitude. A disresepctful one and no one was going to use him to make an example? No beating? The youngling all stared at each other in shock.

Axewing was throwing things around the storage room he found, before screeching and knocking down a shelf. Breathing heavily, he slid down the wall before bursting into tears. Stop it. Don't be a baby. Axewing buried his head in his arms as it felt like the tears would never stop. Everyone else was becoming friends with the stupid Autobots and leaving him behind. I don't want to be alone... I want a hug.

He startled as he felt arms pull him into a hug. He tensed as the person gave him a light squeeze, before pushing his face into the yellow armor. A few minutes had passed, before the young mech started to drift off to sleep.

"Wow," Hightower leaned against the doorframe. "He made quite the mess. Need any help?" Heavyload didn't respond right away, just studying Axewing's sleeping face.

Heavyload's lips twitched, but he chose not to respond right away. Both adult mechs staying silent as they listened to the sounds of the base. They could hear Tow-line telling Prowl about a vehicle that was illegally parked on their way by. Finally looking up at his red teammate, Heavyload gestured for Hightower to take the kid from his grasp.

"The poor kid's traumatized." Stretching his joints, before taking a look himself. Chairs were thrown against a wall, shelves on their sides, broken screens from datapads... The room was an absolute disaster. "I'll have a talk with him after he wakes up from his nap. He can't continue on like this. It's not good for him."

Axewing snuggled closer to Hightower's sparkchamber as the mech shifted his weight. Unconciously, seeking the comfort he desperately needed. Heavyload grabbed a shelf to start the clean up process.

"I'm going to take him to his room, then I'll come back and help clean up."

"See if Wedge and Grimlock can help. It's going to take a while to put this place back together." Hightower nodded. He turned to leave, sighing when he had finally noticed the holes in the walls. Well... At least he didn't hurt himself.