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He huffed, exhaling steam with a heavy sigh. Gently, he cupped a servo around her to pull her close as he sat up, and carefully returned the head bump. His remaining optic shuttered closed as he took the moment to simply find comfort in her presence.

“You are definitely your parents’ child. Got their stubbornness, and persistence.” Ironhide fell silent as he struggled for the words to explain just what was plaguing him. “It’s jus’… I don’t really feel like I belong back on Cybertron. Don’t deserve it. All the lives I took on my own. All those sparks tha’ won’t ever come back ‘cause the Allspark was destroyed. The Well probably died with it. Yeah, it was war, but…

“’n’ then, all the sparks extinguished ‘cause of the weapons I made… Seems like I ain’t nothin’ but a monster, draggin’ death behind me. Beginnin’ t’wish Ratchet hadn’t’a managed ta save me.”

She couldn’t remember the last time this happened or even the last time they had been this close, and with his words came guilt. School and friends had distracted her, so did new arrivals to the farm. Ironhide had always seemed fine but the truth was, he was obviously carrying baggage that she missed.

“Don’t you ever say that,” she spoke suddenly, moving her arms around to try and embrace the old soldier’s helm before he could move it away. “It was war. If you didn’t kill them, they were going to kill you--they proved it, they’ve done it. Don’t... don’t think about the bad things, the lives lost. Think about the lives saved because you were there. The humans and Cybertronians that still have lives to live because you were there to help.”

She pulled away to try to look Ironhide in the optic, arms crossing over her middle stubbornly. “You’re not a monster. A monster doesn’t feel bad about the things they’ve done. And... I’m glad that Ratchet saved you. You deserved to be saved, just like you deserve to finally go home and enjoy retirement. Even if you don’t agree.”

#( trigger happy guardian angel )#( thread | shelter from the past )

war--machine:

Stubbornly, he shook his helm in response, albeit weak. “Ain’t gonna be that easy, Belle. ‘less you really want me gone.” He wouldn’t blame her there, he knew how much of a hassle he could be. Headstrong, irritable, equal parts bite and bark…

“It’s jus’… Primus.”

He didn’t know how to express the feelings he harbored, or if he even should tell her. She didn’t need to worry about the mental and emotional stability of a parental figure. Would it be selfish of him to tell her? Make her worry? Or would it be even worse to keep it?

“I got a lotta stuff goin’ on in this ol’ processor. Thoughts ‘n’ demons I thought I’d battled ‘way long ‘go. Or at least made peace with.”

Seemed there really was no rest for the wicked.

She didn’t say anything at first, just let him talk while she gently petted his helm. Nimble fingers moved over grooves and scars, she hummed gently and leaned in, her forehead meeting warm metal in the smallest of head bumps. Something she hadn’t done since she was a child and wanted attention from her alien family members.

( of course, those head bumps were normally not connected to one of the alien’s actual helms. but the details didn’t matter. )

“Talk to me, ‘Hide.” Her voice still gentle and concerned as she spoke to him, her gaze meeting his to some extent. “You listened to my silly whining over the years, now it’s my turn. You can hide from mom and dad but you can’t hide from me.”

She offered a small smile, voice teasing as she added, “it’s a teen girl thing. We can smell emotions in the air and swoop in to fix it. You might as well give up now.”

#( trigger happy guardian angel )

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shitshitshi---people actually liked that post. Looks like I gotta get to thinking. (or in contact with the blogs for plotty stuff.)

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war--machine:

Grumbling, the old soldier lifted his helm just enough to look at Belle. A certain sadness was visible on his aged facial plating, the kind that made him look all the older than he already did.

“Never thought it would come to this. When we first arrived on Earth, I wanted nothin’ more than ta go home. Now…”

He shook his helm, gently laying his frame against the floor of the barn. His optic ridges raised, his remaining optic looking up at her with a dejected gaze.

“Now I don’ even feel like I deserve ta go back. I’d rather stay here, outta everyone’s way. They don’t need grumpy ol’ me hinderin’ the rebuildin’.”

There was something unusually heartbreaking about the sight of the mech but she tried not to let it show on her face, especially as she crossed the barn to where he lay. She stopped at his helm and leaned in, placing a gentle hand to the warm metal above his optic then brushed her thumb in soothing strokes.

“I don’t want you to go either,” she spoke with a small smile, albeit sad. “But you know they need you. You won’t get in the way, you know. They’re going to need you to keep them in line, so they don’t mess up.”

She crouched down slightly, moving closer yet so he could see her better. Of course, he would be the one that she had to try and convince to leave, even though she desperately wanted him to stay. She spent her entire life with these aliens, this one in particular, and losing him felt wrong.

“Wait...” It was then that something clicked in her mind and her gaze dropped down to meet his optic, the mask of I’m fine slipped and she shook her head. “I don’t know what’s going on in that head of yours, but you deserve to go home. To rest. You probably deserve it more than anyone. So you have to get up, get moving--the ship is leaving soon and I haven’t even given you your present yet.”

#( thread | shelter from the past )#( trigger happy guardian angel )

@war--machine

It was late but both women were still up and about the farm, guiding wayward Cybertronians to where they needed to go. It was a shock, to know they could go home now and most of them did. Actually, all of them did but one, in particular, a surprise of sorts given all the trouble this planet had dropped on him.

Sarah bumped her daughter’s shoulder as the last was sent off, causing the teen to look up at her with curious but also knowing eyes. Neither spoke with the mother motioning with her head to the old barn, then Belle crossing the field with careful and even steps. A hand reached out and cracked the door open, peering into the darkness with caution.

“Ironhide,” she called out as she slipped through the door, pulling out her phone to use as a flashlight. In her nativity, she had imagine that he was simply sad to go--he had looked out for her for so long, a staple in her life. “It’s time to go.”

#( thread | shelter from the past )#( trigger happy guardian angel )

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She should be sleeping right now. But that’s not happening, her mind too active and thoughts too intruding, so she’ll entertain herself with trashy television and her cell phone. And maybe a bottle of booze that’s hidden under the bed.

"voicemail"

“It’s Annabelle.” Her voice is low and quiet, or at least her wasted little mind had thought it was. It was more like hushed laugh shouting. “You are a bad Decepticon. You shouldn’t be one. You should come live at the farmhouse and sleep in the barn, and never go back to those red eyed bastards that are just going to get you killed.” There was a muffled noise of Annabelle rolling across her bed, followed by a thump of her falling off it.

“Ouch--” She struggled with the phone for a moment, then added, “you’re my best ‘con friend. You’re good people, Flywheels. Fuckin’ huge, but good people.”

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"voicemail"

“You said you died and you came back--twice.” Her words are slightly slurred from the alcohol that flowed through her veins, but also held a bitterness that sober Annabelle would never display. “You died twice and you got to come back to life both times. Why you? Why some nobody Neutral that nobody cares about? Why not somebody important? Why not somebody that gave their life for a cause, for people? Why not somebody who didn’t deserve to die like they did? What’s so goddamn special about you?”

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voicemail!

“Isaac~!” She was giggling while swaying, the latter unseen through the vocal recording obviously. “Why the fuck aren’t you answering your phone? Are you bangin’ Sam? Stop bangin’ Sam and answer. I-I need a ride home. So get off Sam’s dick and get your skinny ass movin’ and come get me, dammit.”

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“I… I don’t recall doing anything to you, human…”

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“Nothing wrong with strange,” Flywheels’ wings fluttered, lifting slightly with his mood. His visor flickered as she moved, attention returning to her with an attempt at a smile. The human was being kind to him after all, he should make an effort…

“If… if you want to think of me as a neutral, I don’t mind. I… think I’m a Decepticon but I don’t know any more and I don’t think of myself as an Autobot… so I suppose neutral is a fitting term, being in between the two…” A half-giggle, half-chuckle left him as she said she was proud of him. “ Th… thank you human. Oh! My designation is Flywheels, what is yours?” Couldn’t keep calling her human after all, that was rude…

“Did you just giggle? That has to be the cutest thing an alien has ever done near me.” She bit back her own laughter; this was a Decepticon, no matter how harmless he seemed or adorable. Danger was there.

It didn’t stop her from smiling, bouncing on her tip-toes with enthusiasm. “Nice to meet ya, Wheels! I’m Annabelle,” was her answer, purposely leaving out her last name. ‘Lennox’ was always very hit and miss with the Cybertronian crowd. “You can call me Belle. Never Anna. I hate Anna.”

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"voicemail"

“Hey–hey, Capt’n Hook.” Somebody had been drinking, underage and possibly at the party she’d disappeared off to from the farmhouse. Her words were slurred and laced with giggles. “I… I think that you like it here. On Earth, on the farm. Your ship is repaired, I’ve seen it move, so that means you’re stayin’ ‘cause you like it here. With me, and with dad, and the Autobots. You aren’t foolin’ anybody.”

There was a muffled noise of Annabelle nearly dropping her phone, not that it stopped her from adding, “we like you too. You’re nice and a little weird, so you fit in. So stay. As long as you want. Love you, you big old dork.”

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