45th Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

[When the comm clicks on tonight, there's a long silence, while the speaker debates whether or not he really wants to do this.]

...

Hey.  Ratchet.  You... got a minute?

Top deck.

[And without further ado, Ironhide will be waiting on the top deck.  Watching that crazy old sky up there.]

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[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

I doubt I would have had a choice - You practically lived in my medbay anyway.

[He chuckles quietly, resting his weight easily against his partner. It was more comfortable than it should have been, but... they deserved some reprieve after so many centuries of war, didn't they?]

Though, I imagine this will make the need for secrecy all the more important.

[If anyone so much as attempted to use him against Ironhide, he would saw their face off - As simple as that.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[His confused expression is slowly slipping into a grin. He can't control it. And, suddenly, he doesn't care. His arms are around him. He couldn't let him go right now anymore than he could fly.

How did it get to this point? How?

...

Oh. Right. He owed King and the green-haired boy a debt.]

No one has to know. Keep it quiet. Just as before.

[One hand moves up to rest against the other's face.]

Going to have to... remind me how this works. Think it ran out of my processor just now.