Post by Den on May 12, 2008 18:25:06 GMT -5
Ratchet had to resist the urge to yell at the mech standing in his medbay, as his scans had shown that said mech was not injured, which meant the mech really had no reason to BE in the medbay in the first place. He knew better than most that Bluestreak tended to be extremely jumpy whenever he was in the medbay. “Bluestreak, what in Primus’s name are you doing here?” Bluestreak wasn’t meeting his optics, wasn’t looking anywhere but the ground, for that matter.
“I’m sorry Ratchet, I didn’t wanna bother you, and I know I should’ve probably asked someone else but I didn’t want to be a pain, but Showtime’s off on some mission so I can’t ask her, and this is really embarrassing because I can’t ask Wheeljack about it and I can’t ask anyone else, and you were the next best choice, because I really don't wanna ask the twins or Ironhide, because then it would get really awkward, and I don't want that because then they'll ask more questions that I'm not really sure I would know the answer to, and you're one of the best at keeping secrets, and you're older than me, so you might have a better handle on what's going on.”
Ratchet paused, trying to work out exactly what the younger mech was trying to say in between all the babble, before he noticed that one of Bluestreak’s doorwings was…twitching. It’d twitch, pause, twitch twice, pause, and then repeat the pattern. The young mech was nervous about something. “Blue, relax. What’s bothering you that you needed to talk to Showtime about?"
Bluestreak hunched down, trying to make himself look smaller, before answering, “Well, I was just wondering how to tell if someone likes you or not or how to tell if you like them or whether it’s love or just lust or maybe a bit of messed up programming and please don’t tell anyone about this, I don’t want to be teased by the twins because of the fact that I like Wheeljack and…” Bluestreak trailed off, realizing what he had let slip. Whatever Ratchet had been planning on saying after the latest burst of babbling died on his lip components.
“…wait…You…Well…I’m not quite sure what to suggest…aside from-” Whatever else Ratchet had been going to say was interrupted by Showtime’s arrival in the medbay, assisted by Phoenix. Judging by the grimace on the sniper’s faceplates and the fact that Phoenix was all but dragging the smaller femme to the nearest repair berth, he knew that he was in for an interesting time. “Bluestreak, help Phoenix get her on the berth.”
“Fragging aft-headed glitches! Slagging Starscream! Fragging Skywarp! Frag that slagging glitch to all Pit!” Phoenix sighed as she and Bluestreak finally got Showtime onto the repair berth. It was a bit of a shock, hearing the normally calm and controlled sniper cursing enough to give Ironhide a run for his energon.
“She’s been sayin’ stuff like that over the comms since before I finally found her…I haven’t been able t’ get a word outta her ‘bout what happened, but looks like she tangled with Starscream an’ Skywarp an’ one of ‘em decided to give Show a taste of their thrusters…Melted her plating t’ her frame…” Ratchet groaned as he double-checked his scans, shaking his head a bit.
“Bluestreak, Phoenix, see if you can distract her while I start scraping her pain sensors off of her frame…Thank Primus I know how to do it …what with ‘Jack blowing himself up every week…”
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In between Showtime’s yelps of pain, Ratchet’s cursing, and Phoenix’s and Bluestreak’s attempts at distracting the sniper, things weren’t going well. Eventually, Ratchet decided it would be best if Phoenix and Bluestreak WEREN’T in the medbay. That was how the pair found themselves walking towards the common room, with Phoenix giving Bluestreak an odd look.
“You look like you’re ‘bout t’ jump outta your platin’ Blue…somethin’ wrong?” Bluestreak shook his head, not trusting his vocalizer after the slip-up in the medbay. “You sure? You’re actin’ like a glitch mouse that’s gotten cornered by a turbofox…Not t’ mention, your doorwings’re twitchin’ somethin’ fierce…”
“I-I’m fine…Ratchet and I were just talking about stuff and I was just about to leave anyways and it’s not important enough to worry about for right now, I’ll just ask Showtime for her advice on how to let Wheeljack know how I feel about him when she’s feeling better and can actually talk without swearing and freaking out and then going off and telling the twins or someone, just cause she's surprised and didn't expect it or something, because then everyone's gonna know and I already don't know what to do—“
Phoenix held up her hands, trying to get Bluestreak’s attention, “Woah wait, back up. Y'said what 'bout likin' someone..?” Bluestreak’s doorwings dropped quickly as the gunner tried to make himself look smaller.
“I…I…” Phoenix put her hand on Bluestreak’s back, mindful of his doorwings, and tried to calm the gunner down.
“Easy…just slow down a bit…and tell me again. I promise not t’ tell anyone else, not the Twin Terrors, and definitely not whoever it is you like.” Bluestreak nodded a bit, before glancing around the hallway nervously.
“C-Can we go someplace else please? It’s not that I don’t trust you Phoenix, I just don’t want anyone finding out about this for right now because it’s a bit embarrassing and I don’t think Wheeljack feels the same way about me as I feel about him and I don’t want to make him feel uncomfortable if he doesn’t like me like I like him, and why are you looking at me like that Phoenix?” Bluestreak’s confusion gave way to sheer panic as he heard Wheeljack’s voice behind him.
“…because I’m standing right behind you, Blue…”
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That had been three days prior, and since then, hardly anyone had seen any sign of Bluestreak, aside from Prowl, Jazz, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Phoenix, and Showtime. It had Wheeljack worried, especially considering what he had accidentally stumbled upon while looking for the gunner three days prior. Showtime was his most recent informant as to Bluestreak’s whereabouts, and it was all Wheeljack could do to hope that he’d be able to catch up to the gunner.
As the inventor hurried towards the clearing that Showtime had indicated as Bluestreak’s current location, the memories of why exactly he had been looking for the gunner began to play back…
“So you’ve got feelings of affection for Bluestreak? Does he know?” Prowl regarded the inventor with a nigh-unreadable expression. Wheeljack shook his head, sighing.
“No…I…I haven’t been able to work up the courage to tell him...”
Wheeljack sighed, remembering what happened next.
“‘Jack, ya gotta at least try t’ talk t’ him…The worst he could do is tell ya that he dun’ feel the same…Ev'n if he dun't like ya the same way, it doesn't mean that ya shouldn't try it 'nyway. He migh' feel the same, but if ya never ask, y'll never know.” Jazz stated from his awkward-looking position on the nearest chair. It would never cease to amaze Wheeljack how quickly Jazz could get comfortable, but that was beside the point at the moment.
“Easier said than done, Jazz…” That only seemed to amuse the saboteur.
“It’s like that one human song... ‘And the risk that might break you’s the one that could save…’…means ev’n if y’r scared, ya should try…”
It had been shortly after that conversation that Wheeljack had decided to at least try to talk to Bluestreak…and had overheard the gunner talking to Phoenix about his feelings…
His thoughts were interrupted by a comm from Prowl, however.
Wheeljack, I’ve located Bluestreak’s signal. It appears he’s moving away from your location, and is heading back to the base. If you take the next right, you should be able to cut him off. Wheeljack’s own scans confirmed this and shortly after he took the turn, he spotted the familiar grey, blue, and red of Bluestreak’s alt.
Bluestreak! Wait! Wheeljack moved to cut Bluestreak off.
Oh slag! Bluestreak barely had time to react, slamming on his brakes and skidding to a halt mere inches from Wheeljack’s side. That all-too-brief pause was all Wheeljack needed, and the Lancia-disguised Autobot transformed.
“Enough running away…” The Sunfire seemed to hunch down on its shocks, which was more than likely exactly what Bluestreak was doing, at least until he transformed, a string of apologies already leaving his vocalizer. “Save your apologies, Blue, and just LISTEN. I know you probably didn’t want me to find out that you have feelings for me…at least not until you found out how I felt about you…I was on my way to find you…to ask you…”
Bluestreak’s hand on his startled the inventor into looking the gunner in the optics. “…Ask me what, ‘Jack?”
Wheeljack took a deep breath, before responding with a question, even though it wasn’t the one he really wanted to ask, “Do you know how crazy I am for you? Do you know how many times I’ve seen you going about your day and wanted to corner you in order to tell you how I feel, but chickened out at the last moment? It’s frustratingly maddening, and I was starting to resign myself to admiring from afar…” Wheeljack jumped when he felt Bluestreak’s fingertips gently brush against his insignia.
“You…already know the answer to that…”
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Two weeks later...
Wheeljack was pleasantly surprised to find Bluestreak sitting on his berth when he came back to their shared quarters after helping Ratchet, Perceptor, and Rewire with WakeJumper’s adult protoform. It was late, and normally, the gunner would be deep in recharge, but there he was, perched on Wheeljack’s berth with a small smile on his faceplates.
Bluestreak got up and, with a slightly mischievous look on his faceplates, sauntered over to the inventor. As he had once before, the gunner lightly trailed fingertips over armor, tracing the edges of injuries that had long since been repaired and repainted, as well as a few areas that had had the paint scraped off during prior interfacings.
His caresses earned him a shudder from the inventor. When Wheeljack tried to reciprocate, he found himself pulled down and pinned beneath Bluestreak. The gunner smiled at the surprised look on the inventor’s face. Words failed him as deft fingers sought out seams, junctions, and other sensitive areas on his frame. With intakes hitching, Wheeljack tried again to reciprocate, before his wrists were gently pinned above his head.
“Not right now, ‘Jack…for now, this is about you…” With that, Bluestreak released his hold on Wheeljack’s wrists in order to continue his ministrations. Wheeljack wasn’t sure where Bluestreak had learned…oh, primus…The inventor arched towards the gunner, even as the other was arching to meet him.
Within moments, the two were connected yet again, as they had been several times within the past two weeks, and with each caress, edging ever closer to overloading one another's systems. As the feedback looped back and forth, neither seemed to care that they were both crying out the other's designation. Then the moment of overload hit, and two mechs fell offline.
When Wheeljack came back online, the first thing he noticed was that Bluestreak was curled up against him, recharging. Chuckling softly, the inventor shifted position on the berth in order to make more room for the gunner, before going into recharge himself, the one mech he well and truely loved in his arms.
Primus, he'd have to work more late nights if this was the result...
“I’m sorry Ratchet, I didn’t wanna bother you, and I know I should’ve probably asked someone else but I didn’t want to be a pain, but Showtime’s off on some mission so I can’t ask her, and this is really embarrassing because I can’t ask Wheeljack about it and I can’t ask anyone else, and you were the next best choice, because I really don't wanna ask the twins or Ironhide, because then it would get really awkward, and I don't want that because then they'll ask more questions that I'm not really sure I would know the answer to, and you're one of the best at keeping secrets, and you're older than me, so you might have a better handle on what's going on.”
Ratchet paused, trying to work out exactly what the younger mech was trying to say in between all the babble, before he noticed that one of Bluestreak’s doorwings was…twitching. It’d twitch, pause, twitch twice, pause, and then repeat the pattern. The young mech was nervous about something. “Blue, relax. What’s bothering you that you needed to talk to Showtime about?"
Bluestreak hunched down, trying to make himself look smaller, before answering, “Well, I was just wondering how to tell if someone likes you or not or how to tell if you like them or whether it’s love or just lust or maybe a bit of messed up programming and please don’t tell anyone about this, I don’t want to be teased by the twins because of the fact that I like Wheeljack and…” Bluestreak trailed off, realizing what he had let slip. Whatever Ratchet had been planning on saying after the latest burst of babbling died on his lip components.
“…wait…You…Well…I’m not quite sure what to suggest…aside from-” Whatever else Ratchet had been going to say was interrupted by Showtime’s arrival in the medbay, assisted by Phoenix. Judging by the grimace on the sniper’s faceplates and the fact that Phoenix was all but dragging the smaller femme to the nearest repair berth, he knew that he was in for an interesting time. “Bluestreak, help Phoenix get her on the berth.”
“Fragging aft-headed glitches! Slagging Starscream! Fragging Skywarp! Frag that slagging glitch to all Pit!” Phoenix sighed as she and Bluestreak finally got Showtime onto the repair berth. It was a bit of a shock, hearing the normally calm and controlled sniper cursing enough to give Ironhide a run for his energon.
“She’s been sayin’ stuff like that over the comms since before I finally found her…I haven’t been able t’ get a word outta her ‘bout what happened, but looks like she tangled with Starscream an’ Skywarp an’ one of ‘em decided to give Show a taste of their thrusters…Melted her plating t’ her frame…” Ratchet groaned as he double-checked his scans, shaking his head a bit.
“Bluestreak, Phoenix, see if you can distract her while I start scraping her pain sensors off of her frame…Thank Primus I know how to do it …what with ‘Jack blowing himself up every week…”
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In between Showtime’s yelps of pain, Ratchet’s cursing, and Phoenix’s and Bluestreak’s attempts at distracting the sniper, things weren’t going well. Eventually, Ratchet decided it would be best if Phoenix and Bluestreak WEREN’T in the medbay. That was how the pair found themselves walking towards the common room, with Phoenix giving Bluestreak an odd look.
“You look like you’re ‘bout t’ jump outta your platin’ Blue…somethin’ wrong?” Bluestreak shook his head, not trusting his vocalizer after the slip-up in the medbay. “You sure? You’re actin’ like a glitch mouse that’s gotten cornered by a turbofox…Not t’ mention, your doorwings’re twitchin’ somethin’ fierce…”
“I-I’m fine…Ratchet and I were just talking about stuff and I was just about to leave anyways and it’s not important enough to worry about for right now, I’ll just ask Showtime for her advice on how to let Wheeljack know how I feel about him when she’s feeling better and can actually talk without swearing and freaking out and then going off and telling the twins or someone, just cause she's surprised and didn't expect it or something, because then everyone's gonna know and I already don't know what to do—“
Phoenix held up her hands, trying to get Bluestreak’s attention, “Woah wait, back up. Y'said what 'bout likin' someone..?” Bluestreak’s doorwings dropped quickly as the gunner tried to make himself look smaller.
“I…I…” Phoenix put her hand on Bluestreak’s back, mindful of his doorwings, and tried to calm the gunner down.
“Easy…just slow down a bit…and tell me again. I promise not t’ tell anyone else, not the Twin Terrors, and definitely not whoever it is you like.” Bluestreak nodded a bit, before glancing around the hallway nervously.
“C-Can we go someplace else please? It’s not that I don’t trust you Phoenix, I just don’t want anyone finding out about this for right now because it’s a bit embarrassing and I don’t think Wheeljack feels the same way about me as I feel about him and I don’t want to make him feel uncomfortable if he doesn’t like me like I like him, and why are you looking at me like that Phoenix?” Bluestreak’s confusion gave way to sheer panic as he heard Wheeljack’s voice behind him.
“…because I’m standing right behind you, Blue…”
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That had been three days prior, and since then, hardly anyone had seen any sign of Bluestreak, aside from Prowl, Jazz, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Phoenix, and Showtime. It had Wheeljack worried, especially considering what he had accidentally stumbled upon while looking for the gunner three days prior. Showtime was his most recent informant as to Bluestreak’s whereabouts, and it was all Wheeljack could do to hope that he’d be able to catch up to the gunner.
As the inventor hurried towards the clearing that Showtime had indicated as Bluestreak’s current location, the memories of why exactly he had been looking for the gunner began to play back…
“So you’ve got feelings of affection for Bluestreak? Does he know?” Prowl regarded the inventor with a nigh-unreadable expression. Wheeljack shook his head, sighing.
“No…I…I haven’t been able to work up the courage to tell him...”
Wheeljack sighed, remembering what happened next.
“‘Jack, ya gotta at least try t’ talk t’ him…The worst he could do is tell ya that he dun’ feel the same…Ev'n if he dun't like ya the same way, it doesn't mean that ya shouldn't try it 'nyway. He migh' feel the same, but if ya never ask, y'll never know.” Jazz stated from his awkward-looking position on the nearest chair. It would never cease to amaze Wheeljack how quickly Jazz could get comfortable, but that was beside the point at the moment.
“Easier said than done, Jazz…” That only seemed to amuse the saboteur.
“It’s like that one human song... ‘And the risk that might break you’s the one that could save…’…means ev’n if y’r scared, ya should try…”
It had been shortly after that conversation that Wheeljack had decided to at least try to talk to Bluestreak…and had overheard the gunner talking to Phoenix about his feelings…
His thoughts were interrupted by a comm from Prowl, however.
Wheeljack, I’ve located Bluestreak’s signal. It appears he’s moving away from your location, and is heading back to the base. If you take the next right, you should be able to cut him off. Wheeljack’s own scans confirmed this and shortly after he took the turn, he spotted the familiar grey, blue, and red of Bluestreak’s alt.
Bluestreak! Wait! Wheeljack moved to cut Bluestreak off.
Oh slag! Bluestreak barely had time to react, slamming on his brakes and skidding to a halt mere inches from Wheeljack’s side. That all-too-brief pause was all Wheeljack needed, and the Lancia-disguised Autobot transformed.
“Enough running away…” The Sunfire seemed to hunch down on its shocks, which was more than likely exactly what Bluestreak was doing, at least until he transformed, a string of apologies already leaving his vocalizer. “Save your apologies, Blue, and just LISTEN. I know you probably didn’t want me to find out that you have feelings for me…at least not until you found out how I felt about you…I was on my way to find you…to ask you…”
Bluestreak’s hand on his startled the inventor into looking the gunner in the optics. “…Ask me what, ‘Jack?”
Wheeljack took a deep breath, before responding with a question, even though it wasn’t the one he really wanted to ask, “Do you know how crazy I am for you? Do you know how many times I’ve seen you going about your day and wanted to corner you in order to tell you how I feel, but chickened out at the last moment? It’s frustratingly maddening, and I was starting to resign myself to admiring from afar…” Wheeljack jumped when he felt Bluestreak’s fingertips gently brush against his insignia.
“You…already know the answer to that…”
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Two weeks later...
Wheeljack was pleasantly surprised to find Bluestreak sitting on his berth when he came back to their shared quarters after helping Ratchet, Perceptor, and Rewire with WakeJumper’s adult protoform. It was late, and normally, the gunner would be deep in recharge, but there he was, perched on Wheeljack’s berth with a small smile on his faceplates.
Bluestreak got up and, with a slightly mischievous look on his faceplates, sauntered over to the inventor. As he had once before, the gunner lightly trailed fingertips over armor, tracing the edges of injuries that had long since been repaired and repainted, as well as a few areas that had had the paint scraped off during prior interfacings.
His caresses earned him a shudder from the inventor. When Wheeljack tried to reciprocate, he found himself pulled down and pinned beneath Bluestreak. The gunner smiled at the surprised look on the inventor’s face. Words failed him as deft fingers sought out seams, junctions, and other sensitive areas on his frame. With intakes hitching, Wheeljack tried again to reciprocate, before his wrists were gently pinned above his head.
“Not right now, ‘Jack…for now, this is about you…” With that, Bluestreak released his hold on Wheeljack’s wrists in order to continue his ministrations. Wheeljack wasn’t sure where Bluestreak had learned…oh, primus…The inventor arched towards the gunner, even as the other was arching to meet him.
Within moments, the two were connected yet again, as they had been several times within the past two weeks, and with each caress, edging ever closer to overloading one another's systems. As the feedback looped back and forth, neither seemed to care that they were both crying out the other's designation. Then the moment of overload hit, and two mechs fell offline.
When Wheeljack came back online, the first thing he noticed was that Bluestreak was curled up against him, recharging. Chuckling softly, the inventor shifted position on the berth in order to make more room for the gunner, before going into recharge himself, the one mech he well and truely loved in his arms.
Primus, he'd have to work more late nights if this was the result...