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Clutching my cure, I tightly lock the door [Closed]
WHO: Thundercracker, SG Starscream
WHERE: Their shared quarters
WHEN: Shortly after his visit with Knock Out
WHAT: Starscream wastes no time noticing that something is missing from his roommate
WARNINGS: Uh, grumpy Seeker? None, really.
Thundercracker vented a sigh of relief in spite of himself. He'd managed to make it back to the room without anyone spotting him. It wasn't that he had anything to hide, really – and not that he could for long if he'd wanted to – just that . . . not yet. He wasn't ready to face anyone quite yet.
His wings ached, terribly, and probably would for some time while they finished healing. Especially the centers where…
He'd actually done it. He'd finally done it. Part of him was elated. The rest . . . absolutely petrified.
He put a hand on the door but paused short of opening it. Starscream might be home. Pit, what did he say? He hadn't told the mech his intentions. He hadn't told anyone. Except for Skywarp somewhat, back when. Well, and Knock Out, of course – both today and roundaboutly a few months ago, when the grounder medic had confessed to him in private that he himself had left the faction. He'd actively joined the Autobots, even. But no one else, not even Blurr.
Maybe he'd get lucky and Starscream wouldn't notice right away.
Right . . . and maybe Starscream would be overcharged off his aft again or something.
With a grunt at himself for his own wavering – what was done was done, after all, might as well face it – he opened the door and stepped inside.
WHERE: Their shared quarters
WHEN: Shortly after his visit with Knock Out
WHAT: Starscream wastes no time noticing that something is missing from his roommate
WARNINGS: Uh, grumpy Seeker? None, really.
Thundercracker vented a sigh of relief in spite of himself. He'd managed to make it back to the room without anyone spotting him. It wasn't that he had anything to hide, really – and not that he could for long if he'd wanted to – just that . . . not yet. He wasn't ready to face anyone quite yet.
His wings ached, terribly, and probably would for some time while they finished healing. Especially the centers where…
He'd actually done it. He'd finally done it. Part of him was elated. The rest . . . absolutely petrified.
He put a hand on the door but paused short of opening it. Starscream might be home. Pit, what did he say? He hadn't told the mech his intentions. He hadn't told anyone. Except for Skywarp somewhat, back when. Well, and Knock Out, of course – both today and roundaboutly a few months ago, when the grounder medic had confessed to him in private that he himself had left the faction. He'd actively joined the Autobots, even. But no one else, not even Blurr.
Maybe he'd get lucky and Starscream wouldn't notice right away.
Right . . . and maybe Starscream would be overcharged off his aft again or something.
With a grunt at himself for his own wavering – what was done was done, after all, might as well face it – he opened the door and stepped inside.
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Hearing the door open meant only one thing. Thundercracker was back. Starscream was busy studying the energon crystals. Their power might have been gone, but he still wanted to see if the properties remained. Thus he didn't look up immediately. "Welcome home."
He wasn't about to ignore the other either, so Starscream pushed back from his little project, a smile on his face plates. The other mech was nothing like the TC from Starscream's dimension and part of him was glad for it.
"Been out flying?" he asked, not noticing the difference in how Thundercracker was walking and carrying his wings. Not yet, anyway.
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LOL I need more happy/blissful/etc icons for
you really, really do
One of these days... o.o
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