43rd Transmission - Video

[heavyweaponsbot]

[All the video shows is Ironhide scowling down into his comm.  He seems to have left the party, and is, instead, in his/Ratchet's room.  Propped up in bed.  Surrounded by pillows.  Oh yes, he is not a happy not-robot.]

...

I am still like this.  Why am I still like this.  It did not last this long the last time.

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[Video]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah, and in our own world, I would have the pain receptors in my leg shut off.

[It's suddenly hard to focus on being annoyed when he sees that.]

... stop doing that.

[Video]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

And in our world, you would have been equipped to better defend yourself, and would not have left me the impossible task of putting you back together.

[He's sharp in his tone, but only because he's worried about you.

He runs a finger over his bottom lip, testing the flexibility of the skin. So... strange.]

Stop doing what?

[Video]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... In our world, it would have been a simple task to defeat the Arbiter. And I... Sorry.

[He really has no smart response to the last part. He just feels bad.

And distracted. Horribly distracted.]

That thing. With your mouth.

[Video]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

There is little point in debating the 'what ifs' of the situation. The outcome was already decided, and we have dealt with it, to the best of both our abilities at the moment.

[pokepoke]

The tissue is fascinating. It is flexible, yet... clearly capable of retaining its form. So unlike our own plating...

[Video]

[heavyweaponsbot]

You at least going to accept the apology?

[He growls. All Spark, why... is that so distracting.]

... Ratchet... stop doing that. Right now.

[Video]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

You should know that I already have. You act as though this is the first time I have peeled your sorry plating off the battlefield...

I am well-prepared for your... habits.

[pokepokepoke. Sorry, he's stopped paying attention. Skin is so weird.]

[Video]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Hmnf. You have a habit of making me worry I've... pushed your last button. When I do that.

[Another growl. He gives the comm a shake, like that's going to actually help something.]

Get in here.

[Video]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

Then perhaps you should do it less often.

[There's no point in telling him not to do it. Like that would ever happen. Besides, it was Ironhide's strong will and fierce determination that made him... him.

He had no desire to change him.]

Oh, of course.

[He blinks, adjusting his glasses as he tries to remember what he was doing. There's a few moments of lingering thoughts, before he heads in the direction of their quarters.]

[Video]

[heavyweaponsbot]

I left the Decepticon alone. That should... mean something.

[He's rather used to the lectures. He expects them. It just wouldn't be a horrible injury if he didn't get lectured afterward. It's... reassuring, in it's own way.]

Good.

[And with that, he flicks off the video, and hauls himself out of bed. Forget resting, forget stabbing pain oh All Spark why, he's going to meet the medic at the door.]

[Video] /NEON NINJAS IN BEFORE BED

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

Were you looking for a reward, Ironhide?

[He says it light-heartedly, smiling to himself as he heads back to their room. He'd picked up a few more snacks for the other, this time of the less-sweet variety.

Hopefully, it would make up for his being so distracted at the party - He still was unused to not having his scanners. In his normal form, he'd have known if his companion had so much as blinked, let alone left the room.

Arriving at the door, he tests it without knocking - He doubted it would be locked.]

[Action] /adores

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He doesn't answer until Ratchet actually opens the door. He's still standing there, leaning heavily on his good leg, despite orders.]

No. Er. Maybe.

[It's more of a hop than a step, but he moves forward, grasps Ratchet's shirt, and pulls him in. This time, instead of the medic's fingers picking at his lip, it's Ironhide's mouth. And teeth.]

[Action] /sneaks

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[He hadn't expected Ironhide to be out of bed - And he certainly did not expect his next move.

Stumbling forward, he throws an arm around the weapons master's shoulder, a muffled noise of surprise escaping his now-occupied lips.]

[Action] /loves on

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He intended to keep his medic occupied as long as possible, showing him exactly why he'd told him to stop picking at his lips. He slid his hands around the other's waist, digging his fingers in to his friend's hips.

... Plus, that way, he couldn't be lectured for being out of bed. For a moment, anyway.]

[Action] /loves on too

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[Between the kiss and the traveling fingers, Ratchet found it very difficult to remember why he had intended to lecture Ironhide. Except, perhaps, for not calling him back earlier, if this was his intention.

He ran his tongue over Ironhide's lower lip, still testing the softness of the skin even now, comparing the textures - Though this was a far superior method of research, he thought.]

[Action] /loves on more

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Distracting him from the lecture was the entirety of his plan. He leans forward, allowing his friend better access to his mouth, their foreheads leaning against one another.

Except that the ensuing closeness ends up pressing their hips together, and he can't force down the hiss of pain.]

[Action] /TESTDRIVES NEW ICON

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[The noise brings everything to a full stop, Ratchet breaking the contact almost immediately.

Ironhide may have known how to keep him from lecturing, but there were few things that could distract him from one of his comrades in pain - In fact, the only thing would be an order from Prime himself. And as their leader was not there...]

You should lie down.

[Action] ... hurrr. *___*

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ratchet may have pulled away, but Ironhide keeps his hands on him. At least, in this instance, it's for balance purposes. He'll fall over if he doesn't.]

Should. Was. You made me get up.

[Not... entirely true. He could have stayed in bed. But the stupid video feed was driving him up a wall.]

... Help.

[Action]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

If you were in pain, you should have stayed in bed.

[He shakes his head, offering a shoulder for the other to support himself, so he could escort him back to the bed.]

[Action]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Always in pain anymore.

[Gripping Ratchet's shoulder, he allows himself to be guided back to the bed, and unceremoniously drops down onto it.]

... Blame this body.

[Action]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

It may actually be good for you, being in this form. It would be far easier to set your wounds in this state - particularly with the shortage of welding tools this ship is afflicted with.

[Action]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He grunts, waving a hand.]

Still annoying. Still... awkward. Never going to get used to this.

[Reaching over, he tries to tug the other up next to him.]