Hang on tight

My designation's Arcee, Autobot survivor. The war is over, now it's up to us to restore what we destroyed AND get along with old enemies. Easier said than done. // This is an independent Arcee blog from Transformers prime. Please read my About page and Rules. Header art by Auroralion on Deviantart

[cherryprettycmo-deactivated2018]

::Knockout...where are you?::

*He just happened to have flipped his comm on briefly, debating calling someone just to talk to. Well. Here’s Little Blue Eyes to undoubtedly ridicule him. Big bad Decepticon’s don’t cry.*

*takes a second to try and sound a little more like himself and less like a blubbering idiot.*

«*hiccup* Uh…I’m.. in the woods. Somewhere. In th-the deep south. … I think.»

[cherryprettycmo-deactivated2018]

«I have no coordinates to supply you with. Gilead doesn’t have a bridge, anyway.»

[scatteredtothewinds]

::Oh….I suppose you mentioned that and I forgot. How long were you driving?::

[cherryprettycmo-deactivated2018]

«Uh… 2 days ish? I left the road in Georgia near the Alabama border when I encountered Starscream. I ran and I’m not sure which direction I went, so I could still be in Land of Peaches and Pecans or Oh my Primus Are thoSe Banjos.»

[scatteredtothewinds]

:: Banjo...why...nevermind. What set you off?:: She sounds genuinely worried.

[cherryprettycmo-deactivated2018]

::Knockout...where are you?::

*He just happened to have flipped his comm on briefly, debating calling someone just to talk to. Well. Here’s Little Blue Eyes to undoubtedly ridicule him. Big bad Decepticon’s don’t cry.*

*takes a second to try and sound a little more like himself and less like a blubbering idiot.*

«*hiccup* Uh…I’m.. in the woods. Somewhere. In th-the deep south. … I think.»

[cherryprettycmo-deactivated2018]

«No need, no need. I’m fine. I’m in Georgia…maybe.. or Alabama. I’m not sure. I’ll be home soon. Have you wrecked your hip yet?»

*DIVERT ATTENTION*

[scatteredtothewinds]

Arcee’s frown deepened, creasing her faceplates. “Its fine. Stop changing the subject.” She warned.

[cherryprettycmo-deactivated2018]

«There’s nothing to talk about, Little Blue Eyes. I’m just trying to get home.»

[scatteredtothewinds]

::Can I open a bridge for you?::

[cherryprettycmo-deactivated2018]

«I have no coordinates to supply you with. Gilead doesn’t have a bridge, anyway.»

[scatteredtothewinds]

::Oh....I suppose you mentioned that and I forgot. How long were you driving?::

[cherryprettycmo-deactivated2018]

::Knockout...where are you?::

*He just happened to have flipped his comm on briefly, debating calling someone just to talk to. Well. Here’s Little Blue Eyes to undoubtedly ridicule him. Big bad Decepticon’s don’t cry.*

*takes a second to try and sound a little more like himself and less like a blubbering idiot.*

«*hiccup* Uh…I’m.. in the woods. Somewhere. In th-the deep south. … I think.»

[cherryprettycmo-deactivated2018]

«No need, no need. I’m fine. I’m in Georgia…maybe.. or Alabama. I’m not sure. I’ll be home soon. Have you wrecked your hip yet?»

*DIVERT ATTENTION*

[scatteredtothewinds]

Arcee’s frown deepened, creasing her faceplates. “Its fine. Stop changing the subject.” She warned.

[cherryprettycmo-deactivated2018]

«There’s nothing to talk about, Little Blue Eyes. I’m just trying to get home.»

[scatteredtothewinds]

::Can I open a bridge for you?::

[cherryprettycmo-deactivated2018]

::Knockout...where are you?::

*He just happened to have flipped his comm on briefly, debating calling someone just to talk to. Well. Here’s Little Blue Eyes to undoubtedly ridicule him. Big bad Decepticon’s don’t cry.*

*takes a second to try and sound a little more like himself and less like a blubbering idiot.*

«*hiccup* Uh…I’m.. in the woods. Somewhere. In th-the deep south. … I think.»

[cherryprettycmo-deactivated2018]

«NO. I am not crying. You put that thought right out of your slagging little head,» he snaps. «I’m … fine. If you need soething for your hip you’ll have to consult Breakdown — uh, either of them, the Terrorcon is friendly and knows medicine pretty well. I’m across the country.»

[scatteredtothewinds]

:: Good try, and for anyone else it might work, but not me.:: Arcee frowned heavily. ::If you wont tell me what’s got you upset at least let me take care of you.::

[cherryprettycmo-deactivated2018]

«No need, no need. I’m fine. I’m in Georgia…maybe.. or Alabama. I’m not sure. I’ll be home soon. Have you wrecked your hip yet?»

*DIVERT ATTENTION*

[scatteredtothewinds]

Arcee's frown deepened, creasing her faceplates. "Its fine. Stop changing the subject." She warned.

[cherryprettycmo-deactivated2018]

::Knockout...where are you?::

*He just happened to have flipped his comm on briefly, debating calling someone just to talk to. Well. Here’s Little Blue Eyes to undoubtedly ridicule him. Big bad Decepticon’s don’t cry.*

*takes a second to try and sound a little more like himself and less like a blubbering idiot.*

«*hiccup* Uh…I’m.. in the woods. Somewhere. In th-the deep south. … I think.»

[scatteredtothewinds]

:Are you okay?! Why did you leave…Are you crying?:: Arcee knew the tell tale sounds of tears. She’d hidden enough times and knew what it sounded like when you were trying to force yourself to sound normal. ::What happened?:: She sounded concerned. 

[cherryprettycmo-deactivated2018]

«NO. I am not crying. You put that thought right out of your slagging little head,» he snaps. «I’m … fine. If you need soething for your hip you’ll have to consult Breakdown — uh, either of them, the Terrorcon is friendly and knows medicine pretty well. I’m across the country.»

[scatteredtothewinds]

:: Good try, and for anyone else it might work, but not me.:: Arcee frowned heavily. ::If you wont tell me what's got you upset at least let me take care of you.::

[cherryprettycmo-deactivated2018]

::Knockout...where are you?::

*He just happened to have flipped his comm on briefly, debating calling someone just to talk to. Well. Here’s Little Blue Eyes to undoubtedly ridicule him. Big bad Decepticon’s don’t cry.*

*takes a second to try and sound a little more like himself and less like a blubbering idiot.*

«*hiccup* Uh…I’m.. in the woods. Somewhere. In th-the deep south. … I think.»

[scatteredtothewinds]

:Are you okay?! Why did you leave...Are you crying?:: Arcee knew the tell tale sounds of tears. She'd hidden enough times and knew what it sounded like when you were trying to force yourself to sound normal. ::What happened?:: She sounded concerned. 

[scatteredtothewinds]

What's all the yelling she's hearing?

[scatteredtothewinds]

[cherryprettycmo-deactivated2018]

He isn’t gone for very long before he bustles back in holding a canister above his head like it’s a trophy.

"This. This is good news. Loaf had the solution I needed so you’re getting a solution bath. Prepare yourself."

[scatteredtothewinds]

"Is it gonna hurt?" Arcee...

[scatteredtothewinds]

Arcee shifts into Knockout's arms, putting her own around his neck to brace herself. "This feels different. " she commented at their proximity.

She winced upon being set in the soak but released her grip on the medic and relaxed as best she could in the soak. It did sting, but he was right. She'd manage. "My size has it's merits I suppose. " she commented, regarding the container she sat in. She seemed to visibly relax as the pain in her hip started to subside.

She wouldn't mind sitting in here for a cycle or two.

[scatteredtothewinds]

Knockout…can I walk around the base? Please?

[cherryprettycmo-deactivated2018]

Yes, slowly. And no transforming.

[scatteredtothewinds]

Thank you!

*and with that she'll get up carefully, and begin to explore*

[scatteredtothewinds]

Worse

[cherryprettycmo-deactivated2018]

"Yes! The loaf. Loafinator. Also known as Ephedra, something of an understudy … she’s a fully certified medic she’s just …different."

He went to the door. “I’ll be right back.”

[scatteredtothewinds]

Arcee chuckled. “The same could be said for you.” She pointed out just as he stepped out. Now she was alone in the medbay…she hated the silence.

[cherryprettycmo-deactivated2018]

He isn’t gone for very long before he bustles back in holding a canister above his head like it’s a trophy. 

"This. This is good news. Loaf had the solution I needed so you’re getting a solution bath. Prepare yourself."

[scatteredtothewinds]

"Is it gonna hurt?" Arcee asked. "Will I be able to walk after?" She seemed worried. How bad had the infection gotten? Had it eaten her joint? With how much it hurt to walk she worried that it had.

[scatteredtothewinds]

Knockout...can I walk around the base? Please?

[scatteredtothewinds]

So... What're ya in for?

Hip’s on the fritz. You?

[onelessoptic-toworryabout-deact]

Oh…

Well, in that case, I’m glad you’re okay too.

*The hilarity of it all was that he was getting along with both Starscream and Airachnid now, despite his past relationships with the two of them.*

I dunno. Ya might find yourself surprised.

[scatteredtothewinds]

"They personally wronged me. Its…well not something I wanna talk about right now…"

[onelessoptic-toworryabout-deact]

*Furrows his brow plate at her, but otherwise doesn’t pry. Breakdown can’t really say he understands, but he’s smart enough to get that people go through stuff they really shouldn’t have to.*

…I got ya. You don’t gotta say a word t’ me, sister.

So how’re the rest of your crew, since your hangar blew up? They know you’re here?

[scatteredtothewinds]

"Probably not. I came here in a rush because my hip was in pain. The others...I think they're alright, I wasn't...well..." She ventd. "Not very good at keeping up, if I'm honest. It was home there but...it didn't feel like home. Can't decide if I'm just crazy or if somthing else is wrong."

[scatteredtothewinds]

So... What're ya in for?

Hip’s on the fritz. You?

[onelessoptic-toworryabout-deact]

*…Well, riddle him confused.*

You are?

[scatteredtothewinds]

"I’ve had time to get over some things. I don’t wish ill on you or Knockout anymore, I’e been able to get past some of the war. just don’t go asking me to play nice with Starscream or Airachnid."

[onelessoptic-toworryabout-deact]

Oh…

Well, in that case, I’m glad you’re okay too.

*The hilarity of it all was that he was getting along with both Starscream and Airachnid now, despite his past relationships with the two of them.*

I dunno. Ya might find yourself surprised.

[scatteredtothewinds]

"They personally wronged me. Its...well not something I wanna talk about right now..."

[scatteredtothewinds]

So... What're ya in for?

Hip’s on the fritz. You?

[onelessoptic-toworryabout-deact]

He blew your hanger to the pit? *Huh, he must’ve forgotten to mention that.*

*Snorts.* I’m overjoyed. Can’t ya tell?

[scatteredtothewinds]

Arcee chuckled with him. “Absolutely.” She looked over at him, catching his optic. “I am glad though…that you’re okay.”

[onelessoptic-toworryabout-deact]

*…Well, riddle him confused.*

You are?

[scatteredtothewinds]

"I've had time to get over some things. I don't wish ill on you or Knockout anymore, I'e been able to get past some of the war. just don't go asking me to play nice with Starscream or Airachnid."

[scatteredtothewinds]

So... What're ya in for?

Hip’s on the fritz. You?

[onelessoptic-toworryabout-deact]

Yeah, well—Livin’ with former Autobots ‘n all kinda gets to ya.

I’ve been just swell, ‘Cee. How ‘bout—

*Pause. Squint.*

Wait. Don’t ya have a medbay at your place? I swear I remember sittin’ in it one time.

[scatteredtothewinds]

Arcee relaxed some. “That….well…after Knockout blew our hanger to the pit and scrapped my hip. Infection set in. Now I get to hang out with you. Aren’t you pleased?” She smirked.

[onelessoptic-toworryabout-deact]

He blew your hanger to the pit? *Huh, he must’ve forgotten to mention that.*

*Snorts.* I’m overjoyed. Can’t ya tell?

[scatteredtothewinds]

Arcee chuckled with him. "Absolutely." She looked over at him, catching his optic. "I am glad though...that you're okay."

[scatteredtothewinds]

So... What're ya in for?

Hip’s on the fritz. You?

[onelessoptic-toworryabout-deact]

Stomach wound. And, uh, broken back.

[scatteredtothewinds]

That’s unfortunate. Kinda funny though…us sharing a medbay. A year or two ago we would have been at eachothers throats.

So how have you been, Breakdown? Current health not withstanding.

[onelessoptic-toworryabout-deact]

Yeah, well—Livin’ with former Autobots ‘n all kinda gets to ya.

I’ve been just swell, ‘Cee. How ‘bout—

*Pause. Squint.*

Wait. Don’t ya have a medbay at your place? I swear I remember sittin’ in it one time.

[scatteredtothewinds]

Arcee relaxed some. "That....well...after Knockout blew our hanger to the pit and scrapped my hip. Infection set in. Now I get to hang out with you. Aren't you pleased?" She smirked.

[scatteredtothewinds]

So... What're ya in for?

Hip’s on the fritz. You?

[onelessoptic-toworryabout-deact]

Stomach wound. And, uh, broken back.

[scatteredtothewinds]

That's unfortunate. Kinda funny though...us sharing a medbay. A year or two ago we would have been at eachothers throats.

So how have you been, Breakdown? Current health not withstanding.