some Constructicon fluff, hold the Prowl
a little late but technically for your birthday :D
Scrapper rolled over, knocking Bonecrusher’s pedes from off of his waist and shoving Scavenger’s arm away from where it was encroaching on his pillow, and opened his comm. line for the umpteenth time that night.
::Hook? Things settle down in the medbay yet?::
When Hook replied, he still sounded as irritated as he had each time Scrapper had called him before, but not nearly as worried or harried. [If you mean ‘have I managed to pull all three of our resident Seekers’ afts back from the Well with any sort of certainty’, then yes, things have calmed down.] There was a staticky sigh. [I told you to stop calling me; I still can’t make it back to the hab yet.]
::I know.:: Somewhere down by Scrapper’s knees, Long Haul flopped and kicked, taking the blankets with him. ::Everyone’s managed to fall asleep but me, and I thought if you had to stay up anyway, you could use the company.::
[Alright, then.] Soft tidying-up noises filtered in over the comms. [I’d suggest you just come here, but Megatron is in one of his moods and he’s haunting the place.]
Scrapper wrestled with the duvet for a minute before replying. ::He’s not going to bother you, is he?::
[I just put his Command Trine back together without mixing up their pieces; he’d better not give me grief, or next time I’ll swap their voice boxes and call it an accident. I think I’ll give Starscream’s to Skywarp.] Hook’s tone suggested that he was only partly joking.
Scrapper snickered. ::Poor Skywarp.::
[It’ll serve him right, for all the grey nanites he’s given me over the centuries. Might even get him to shut up for a bit.] He paused, and Scrapper could hear the quiet shush of his vents. [Primus, Scrapper. How in the Pits did we get here.]
Hook could be asking any number of things, Scrapper realised. Maybe he was asking how was it they had ended up on Earth, or with the Decepticons, or hundreds of feet below an alien ocean. That being said, he wasn’t quite sure how to answer.
::We’re here because we did what we could to stay alive, and stay together,:: he replied at last, suddenly feeling very sincere. ::I think it’s worked out pretty well, all things considered.::
The soft chuff of Hook’s amusement washed over the comm. and the gestalt bond. [That’s fair.]
::You know I’d do anything to keep it that way. The six of us, alive and together.::
[I know.] Hook sounded as plain and sincere as Scrapper felt. [I would, too.]
The moment stretched between them, soft and tenuous and bright like the sun-caught spiderwebs Mixmaster liked to marvel over. Scrapper lay still, afraid to break the silence with so much as a rustle of blankets. It had been a long time since any of the Constructicons had allowed this much open, undistracted communication between themselves, what with how hectic everything had been lately.
Finally, there came a quiet sigh. [You should try to get some sleep,] Hook said. [I’m going to give it another hour before I hand things over to Jigsaw, and then I’ll be right up.]
::It’s almost morning.::
[Pretty sure everyone is gonna get the day off.] Hook’s voice squeaked a bit, as if he were stretching. [If not, I’ll get Soundwave to at least give our team the day off, even if I have to call in every favour he owes me.]
There was another, fuller sigh, and Scrapper answered it with a yawn. ::Okay.:: He rolled over and gently nuzzled Scavenger’s helm. ::See you in a little bit, then.::
@roboops our choir director had us stretch this morning; but if he forgets to have us do it again when we get back from lunch then i’ll remember to take the time to do it :D thank you for your advice!
