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AUTOBOT LOG: Chapter 23The next morning in the base is quiet. I take Blurr’s shift for him, relaxing in the silence while the others are all still either recharging or trying to wake up. I type at our main monitors until something on radar catches my attention.
“What-“ The little blip on the screen flashes once, then goes dark. A few moments later, it’s stronger. It has to be something that’s not from earth for our radar to be able to pick it up. I activate my comm to the others. “Blurr, Jazz, Hot Shot, can you three report to the control room?”
“Be there in a minute!”
“Right behind ya, blue.”
“S-Sure, I’ll b-be there in a few…”
Hot Shot is the last to come in, and he looks exhausted. “Recharge didn’t set in?”
“Just trying to get used to not having my berth at home, that’s all. What do you need, Sideswipe?” I turn back to the radar screen and bring it up on the main monitor.
AUTOBOT LOG: Chapter 22I come out of recharge the next morning out of it and still half-asleep. Someone is massaging my shoulder joint…Blurr is, already awake. My face is still pressed into his chest, exactly where I want to stay. My vents take a sharp breath as I shift, and he hears. “I’m here, Sideswipe, don’t move.” He reaches to touch my face, but I catch his hand and hold it in my own. “You don’t have to be strong for me.”
“I-I know…I’m not…” I stroke his soft fingers.
“Blurr?” Ratchet’s voice breaks the silence. “We need you out here for a few minutes.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I’m sorry.” Blurr sighs, but carefully gets up and follows him out. As he leaves, I carefully roll onto my back and push myself into a sitting position. Blurr sends a wave of sadness over our bond, then promptly stifles it, leaving me confused until the twins come in.
“There’s my boys
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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