62nd Transmission - Audio (Backdated to the morning of the 22nd)

[heavyweaponsbot]

--guilty as charged! _{One of them.} You came from them, you were one of them once. You _know you were. Why not just let it all out? You were _{a Decepticon} once--

[A loud thwack interrupts - metal impacting metal. Someone dislikes what he's hearing. Nevertheless, the voice continues speaking, albeit cut off by the Autobot's snarling.]

--hat's why you can't _{keep them safe.} You worry you can't. _{You're right}. Optimus. Jazz. _{The little one}. Can't keep the female safe either. She _{blames you}, they all do--

[This time, it's cut off by an engine revving.]

--what about _him, you say? Is that why it's supposed _{to be secret}? It's not. Everyone already knows. _{You can't hide it}. He's _disappointed in you. You're going to _fail him like you did everyon--

[Ironhide doesn't bother answering the voice verbally. Not at that. All there is, is a roar and the sound of a heavy fist impacting a wall. Or a bee.]

--you can't even _{say it}. Can't even say you love hi--

[And the transmission is forcibly ended.]

Comments

[Action]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

The Captain's tricks will not change my mind, Ironhide.

[Admittedly, he is getting more than a little irritated with the intruder's constant unwanted input. Lashing out wouldn't fix it, but it certainly sounded satisfying.]

Nor will the sniping of an imitation.

[Action]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Maybe it should.

[And wham, the wall receives another heavy impact.]

It should not. You will be quiet, you will leave him be.

[Action]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[That was enough. In two quick strides, the medic moves to lay a hand on Ironhide's shoulder, well-prepared for the consequences, should he surprise the other. It was probably a foolish move, but he hated seeing him like this.]

Let it talk. As I've said - It will not change anything.

[Action]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He growls, turning around, and snarling. It actually takes him a moment to recognize the medic, and only then does he settle some.

There's a long silence, punctuated by the shadow murmuring more of the same.

And then he simply lets his head drop to rest against Ratchet's.]

... Trust you.