#bob is found

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[primuswhyme]

PRIMUS FRAG IT

If anyone there was fluent in Vosnian, their audios would be blistering as Thundercracker spewed the foulest, crudest and downright most insulting string of curses across the comm lines in a furious string of clicks and whistles. Gradient would have been so proud. And impressed. Probably slightly horrified at some of the suggestions. Even if they couldn't understand it, that Thundercracker was in distress was easy to understand.

Eventually Vosnian bled into common cybertronian, but it was no less scathing. ::-son of a FRAGGING glitch!! Not even a pit slagged WARNING-MY FRAGGING OPTICS-!!!::

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The not-friend wasn’t stalking toward him anymore.

The not-friend was shrieking a horrible noise and clawing through the steam and smoke that was clinging to his face. The remnants of the light that struck him.

Bob had seen a bolt of light like that before. In the ‘range of shooting’ at the Ark home where the Autobot friends would practice hitting the targets. He had been warned to be careful around there, because the weapons were dangerous. Had the not-friend been shot? That’s what it looked like given what he could see behind the wall of-

gold. There was gold. 

He doesn’t understand what he’s looking at. Not at first.

Bob was completely and utterly bushwhacked, and for a surreal moment the fear left him. The angry, cacophonous noise overwhelming his helm quieted. The confusion and panic and indecision was gone. Even the hurt in his optics was a faraway thing.

Before there was a tear welled up in his optics because of the shock of being struck. It had stung, and cleanser had welled up; a reactionary protocol to clear the debris, or material obstructing his vision (not that he could have explained it that way.) Not because he was sad. Or distraught. At that moment if anything he had been angry.

There were no tears when he had been scared. There hadn’t been time to process that torrent of feelings, all over the place as they had been.

Now the tears were welling up because of the swell of relief. Of affection. Of disbelief, but maybe that last one was wrong because he knew. He had known all along-

For a moment in this alien, dark, scary place that he didn’t belong in-

-it felt like home. 

Home had found him like he knew it would.

It felt safe, because now it would be safe.

Because as he sat crouched, and staring up slack jawed at the one before him, familiar golden hands were reaching for him and he knew that it’d be ok.

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Sunstreaker asks Bob to unlatch his mask-

-to make sure that the damage isn’t more extensive beyond the cracked optics.

Bob is still shaky from everything, but with watery optics he listens and the plating retracts.

Behind it he’s smiling.  Bob’s jaws are enormous enough to split his face when unhinged, and rowed with cruel teeth.

Honestly, the small smile on his face should be chilling, razor thin and hiding needles as it is, but it simply…isn’t.

For all the raw power and destructive potential Bob has... Despite his naïveté, and incomprehension of the vastness of his own strength, there has always been something gentle about him.

And it’s a relief to see that even now after everything that gentle thing still is there.

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((THIS PAY OFF OF THEIR REUNION HAS ME IN TEARS. WILY YOU ARE THE BEST))

There will be time for gentler things and reassurances.

For now there’s about five months of rage and anxiety to unload, and Sunstreaker finally has an outlet.

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I understand Sunstreaker's worries about how Bob would view him if he saw the way he fought, but honestly, Bob would still love you unconditionally.

Sunny: “...I’d rather spare him that, regardless.”

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Sunstreaker please i beg you HUG YOUR BUG SON

Sunny: “We’re in a hostile area and things need to happen in a particular order. Priority is leaving here.”

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Sunstreaker are you sure that thing is dead? What if it gets back up?

Sunny: “….I doubt it.”