[OPEN]

[raceme]

WHO: Blurr and Ratchet, and YOU :3
WHERE: The Med bay
WHEN: After all of this stuff.
WHAT: Blurr is tired and depressed, and goes to talk to the only person he knows would listen to him and never know about it.
WARNINGS: I dunno...sad bots? One at least.


I'msorryIwasnthereRatchet... I should have paid more attention to your schedule you always work so much and never take enough breaks...

[Holding Ratchet's hand, so much bigger against his own, Blurr watched the other mech rest and wondered if the medic was going to wake up anytime soon. He couldn't remember how long he had been sitting next to the berth, waiting, talking.]

....Scream's gone I couldn't find him anywhere and I looked I promise I really looked everywhere and then there was the whole trouble with Perceptor and Hal I mentioned you and some time _before that Perceptor also shot Whirl and I really should have talked to the mech sooner but then Prism needed to be stopped and I discovered that Wing was also injured and I..I....

[He was not enough.

It wasn't the first time Blurr wondered this, but in this new he began to doubt himself much more often than before. First he failed to warn his superiors about Shockwave and now he didn't seem to do anything right. People kept getting hurt and angry and he couldn't be everywhere.

He felt frustrated and helpless, much like the time Shockwave trapped him. The memory of it all came back and he curled in on himself as he remembered the walls closing in on him, the pain of it. Panic throttled his systems again and Blurr struggled to choke it down. Panic wouldn't help him now and Shockwave wasn't even here. Blurr leaned over, venting deeply, and tried to calm himself. ]

Comments

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[He'd apologize if he knew he was being so passive. And to be honest, the Wrecker looks pretty worn himself.]

Heh, guess ya could say that. Together everyone hates us and loves us at the same time.

[That nudge gets his attention, looking down.]

You're somethin' else, kid, yannow that?

[His hand gently 'ruffles' Blurr's helm.]

[raceme]

[That's sweet. They need a break and a drink.]

The curse of being us I guess. [Blurr lets go a small squeak of surprise but then smiles.]

Yeah...makes you wonder what was Primus thinking...[Blurr does wonder that sometimes. Maybe Primus has a really twisted sense of humor.] You don't seem to enjoy being the lead all that much and I'm quite sure Whirl can't stand me but perhaps we can work on the teams together. Howdoesthatsound? Coordinate efforts and the like We want the same after all to help the people here.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Heh, curse doesn't even begin to describe us.

[He does give a soft smile at that, though.]

How's this sound, Blurr. My team handles outside forces, yours handles inside. Yannow, keepin the peace between Bots and Cons. Wreckers go on bug hunts. Or sharks. Whatever happens to go down.

[raceme]

So true. [No point on denying the facts, anyway.] But the universe needs people like us too you know ..to balance things..can'thaveallthatmuchsanityrunning around free.

[Even Blurr needs a few seconds to think about that, it’s a touchy subject.] I agree on one condition that you all call for back up when needed NOT when it’s too late or when something already exploded WE don’t need you to make sacrifices even if those look oh-so-good- in the obituary.

Deal?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack shifts his weight onto one leg, thinking this over as Blurr proposes this. When he finishes, he's silent, contemplating it for a few more seconds.

And then he holds out his hand for a handshake.]

Deal.

[raceme]

[Blurr smiles as he shakes Wheeljacks's hand. There's s till to much to do and things to discuss. Those conversations can come later, they are both too tired for that sort of things now.]

Ah... you have big hands too.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Odd...compliment. But he won't make any mention on that part. He just gives a chuckle.]

Guess so, but could be just cause I'm bigger than ya altogether, Blurrk.

[raceme]

I know it's just that Autobots aren't usually this big in my world. Ultra MAgnus is but...he's Ultra Magnus He 's something impressive to see too like you.

[Blurr likes bigs bots. Sue him.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Impressive, huh? Won't lie, I'm likin' the compliment.

[There's a playful jab to the bot's shoulder.]

Well, despite your size, you're pretty impressive too, kid.

[raceme]

[Oh yes, as impressive as an angry hamster, he thinks. But he takes the compliment with a smile, even if it's clear he doesn't fully believe Wheeljack.]

Thanks...if you say so.

[heavymetalgenkigirl]

[Miko had peeked in when she heard familiar voices coming from the medbay, and saw the handshake and following conversation. Quickly she pulls out her phone and snaps a picture of the two of them, a ridiculous grin on her face. She had kept quite so far, but the two of them were being quite cute together and she couldn't quite stop a fangirlish giggle from getting out.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Hey.

Hey kid. He heard that. His audials aren't huge for nothing. Wheeljack turns his head towards the 'snap!' sound, eyes wide.]

Miko??

[raceme]

[Oh Blurr heard that too, and he freezes like a deer in headlights.] H-how LONG have you been standing there?

[heavymetalgenkigirl]

[Miko tries hard to look innocent and bashful at the same time, but it's pretty hard when she is also trying to keep a grin off her face.]

Not long... Just saw you two holding hands.