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[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. ]

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

[There's a few clanks behind the bot as someone walks into the medbay. To be honest, Wheeljack hadn't intended to find Blurr here; he was just checking to make sure Ratchet was okay. Whether he liked to admit it or not, he worried about that guy. Seeing Blurr there was a slight shock, because he hadn't even gotten time to prepare what he wanted to say.

Skyfire had verbally pounded some sense into that thick helm of his, and he realized he may have been a tad humiliating to the blue bot...if unintentionally. It wasn't something he liked to admit, but he could have. Slightly.

So he'll just take a minute to try and think of something to say as he walks up.]

How's the Doc doin'?

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Blurr straightened up with a start, his processor feeling unusually muddled. He was always ready to go and quick but not this time. He really must be tired, he mused.

Looking behind him for a brief nanosecond, enough to confirm what his audio processors already told him when he hear the voice, he glanced at Wheeljack and then turned to face Ratchet again.

"Still out." Short and simple, it felt strange to reply that way but Blurr wasn't really in the mood to talk to the Wrecker.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack could sense the tension emitting from Blurr, stopping in his tracks to kind of keep some space between them.]

The afthole doesn't know when to take a break, does he...

[With slow steps, he worked his way around the Agent until he's on the opposite side of the berth.]

Idiot.

[He looks at Ratchet for awhile, eyebrows drooped before looking up at Blurr.]

Look, about that broadcast...

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[Blurr hands were on his lap and he was still looking down at Ratchet. It kept him for looking at Wheeljack, until the mech spoke again.

He finally raised his head and stared for the longest time, waiting.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[This was...very hard for Wheeljack to do. Pride was something he'd been cursed (and blessed) with, so just admitting something like this took a lot for him, especially on the spot. But Skyfire had told him to do it...and he did really deserve it.]

Look, I get it. I ain't the smartest bot around when it comes to...well, a lot. I guess I went kinda overboard with it.

[Those wings of his droop slightly, walking a little away from the berth.]

You got your police force, and that's all good. I just can't live by that.

[raceme]

[News for you Wheeljack: Blurr is just as prideful. Being humiliated in public and seeing his project treated like a big joke because 'wohoo laws are boring, I like to blow shit up because I'm a badass like that' didn't sit well with him.

He can tell Wheeljack is trying, at least. So he gets those very understanding words from Blurr:]

Get slagged.

[The smaller mech snaps and then he looks away. His voice falls to a whisper, his tone of voice drops to something that carries more hurt pride than anything else.]

If you're still rattling on about following rules is not your thing don't bother I already knew that and I got over it a megacycle ago You can't even begin to comprehend how many times I've been mocked or called names in public or behind my back throughout my entire existence so there's no really anything you need to feel sorry about I will GET OVER IT with time I always do.

[Mostly because no one ever apologizes and he doesn't expect you to be the firs tone.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Whoa. He...honestly didn't think Blurr had it in him to be that mean. It was...well, impressive. He's been told MUCH worse, so the insult itself isn't really something he'll cry himself to sleep over, but Blurr's tone does get his attention.]

Okay. Yeah, heard that one. Lots of times. Nothin' new there.

[Okay, he's honestly wracking his brain for how he humiliated you. It's not that he's a terrib-...yeah he is, but he didn't intentionally try to send you to the scrapheap of angry feels. Okay--so...the name.]

Guessin' there's some crossed wires here. I uh...

[You can really tell he's trying to find words here.]

Apologies for that...

1/3

[raceme]

[He's so used to deal with bigger and meaner bots, you don't even know. When practically EVERYONE is bigger than you by default you stop giving any frags about sizes.]

Yeah nothing new...

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[Wait a minute. He turns to actually give Wheeljack a proper look.]

[A long one again.]

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...

You apologized. [He was not expecting that, it's obvious in his face.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[His gaze is slightly averted, putting a hand behind his neck.]

Yeah. It happens.

...Things are a little different in the Wreckers, kid. Nicknames like that are more...uh...terms of affection. I think. Still kinda fuzzy on the details there.

Point is, not really something we consider insultin'.

If we meant to insult you, you'd know it.

[He holds his hands out in a defeated shrug.]

But I went too far, I guess.

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Idontmindthenickname...when you use it and when you don't call me that in public. Miko called me Blurrk too and Gunmax called me...[He waves a hand, dismissing the memory.]..Other things. THE point IS they don't do it because it's a term of affection they do it because it's a way to mock the _{law bot} who keeps trying to keep things in order here and that's just so hi-la-ri-o-us, uh?

Besides [He adverts his eyes again.] I'm not a Wrecker that was made quite clear today.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack listens, his wings swiveling in a slightly more humble position.]

Ah...my bad on Miko. I'll talk to her, yeah? As for Gunmax...can't really help ya there, buddy...I doubt he'd listen to me anyway.

[He's just heard of/knows Gunmax.]

Fraggin' right you're not a Wrecker.

[That soft face hardens up.]

I wouldn't let you. You got better, more important things to do than blowin' yourself up.

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No let them be it doesn't matter anymore.

[He's back to glare at Wheeljack, staring into his eyes, hands curling up into a fist.]

Listen the Wreckers existed in my world during the Great War I know what they did and what sort of lives they had OFTEN very short ones Megatron created the Decepticon Heavy Brigade to hunt down the Wreckers and when both groups finally met in battle Blackout was the only survivor _Every member of the Elite guard knows that And you know why? Because the Elite Guard was nothing but a law enforcement group during pre-war times and become the Wreckers's legacy once it was over.

The Elite Guard is the culmination of the Autobot military force ^{their members} are masters in their fields and the ones who are called to face the hardest situations I DON'T KNOW were you got the idea that the law enforcement I had planet to organize here would be any less than that. I assure you there's nothing we are too scared to do and we won't be focusing only in simply infractions of the "speeding violations" sort.

[Blurr can't help but sound bitter when he says that last part. He didn't reply to Wheeljack's comm link anymore but he read what Whirl and the others had to say about it.]

Back home I was both a member of the Elite Guard and the Cybertron Intelligence body I am more than capable to take care of myself Wheeljack. [Most of the time at least. He just had back luck when Decepticons like Shockwave or Prime Starscream decided to make his life hell. Blurr forces himself to relax when his hands start to hurt, sighing. ] I've worked hard for everything I've got.

[automobile_enthusiast]

[Normally, Knock Out tried to hurry past anywhere he knew the Autobots liked to lurk-- even more so now that Breakdown was gone, and even more since Ratchet's collapse of a few days ago. Yes, yes, there was something of a truce on, he knew that... But he didn't trust it. Not yet.

The sound of a familiar voice gives him pause this time, though. That's Blurr; he can't help but recognize the distinctive sound of the other mech talking. He hesitates, then peers cautiously into Ratchet's medbay.

Two Autobots-- one stasis-locked, and the other talking away. No sign of Wheeljack, which he's quite pleased by. He sidles the rest of the way into the room and coughs his vents politely.]

1/3

[raceme]

[Polite as that coughs was, it still startled the blue mech. Blurr stands up in a rush and put himself in front of the injured mech, shielding him with his body.]

2/3

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[...oh.

Oh.

OH

Knock Out is definitely not Shockwave and while Blurr knows he is a Decepticon, he doesn't seem to be a real threat.]

3/3

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HelloKnockOutIwasnotexpectingtoseeyouhereyoustartledmedidyouneedanything!?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Okay, if this is going to be a stubborn contest, Wheeljack is IN. He spins back around, eyes narrowed and almost...dangerous. His wings are perked up, much like a bird's feathers being ruffled as he towers over Blurr, a finger pointed to his chest.]

No. YOU listen, kid. You're right on the fraggin' money about Wreckers havin' short lives. It's not from lobbing accidents either. It's from dying on the field, things going wrong, sacrifices being made.

And you know why it even exists? Because bots like us got nothing else to do except take missions no one with half a processor would take. We're the lowest of the low. We don't expect to come back. All we know is how to fight, and if we're blown to smithereens? It's part of the job.

[He takes a step back, wings drooping again.]

And I ain't about to let that happen to a kid who's on some Elite Guard. I know ya can handle yourself, kid. Or you wouldn't have made it on the squad in the first place. But ya got limitations like everyone else. And let's face it, Blurr, you're not made to take too many hits. Nothin' against ya, but you're lackin' in the armor department. Screamy's already taken your arm off, and you've had your fair share of bein' in the medbay, so don't even slaggin' TRY to tell me I shouldn't worry.

[Oh he said the W word, and he knows it.]

...Uhm...I mean. Yeah. I know you worked hard Blurr. But sometimes rules just don't solve everythin'.

[raceme]

[Bring it, he's more than ready. All the frustration of the last days sure did not help him. Blurr keeps his ground and the frown in his face increases. He's very aware he's one of the most vulnerable mechs here but strength was never mean to be his forte, he has different qualities and frag, he's proud of those.]

Don't tell me I have no idea what giving your life for a mission means because that's exactly how I got here in the first place!

[Blurr yells angrily and then quickly shuts up, one of his hands moving over his mouth. He shouldn't have said anything. The smaller mech calms down after his outbursts, his processor catching up on what Wheeljack just said.]

...worry?

[OH. Okay that explains some things. Or, all of them. Blurr's expression grows soft.]

I don't want you to feel like you have to save me Wheeljack I can pull my own weight usually at least but I..understand what you meant I understand WHY the Wreckers exist. And If I ^need help I will ask for it but I don't want you or any other wrecker to sacrifice themselves because you think that's the only way your lives will have meaning. [He moves closer to the other mech.] You mean a lot to me.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Oh. Sorry. That first part gets him. Blurr's...blurting out of that made his eyes immediately shot open wide in shock.]

W...What.

Blurr, what happened--

[Oh, he's speaking again, and there's no way he can compete with that motormouth, at least not while in full power. His eyes soften slightly, rolling his shoulders out of agitation.]

...I-It's not like that-

[It's totally like that, but that last part catches his attention.]

...What.

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[It's Blurr's turn to look uncomfortable.]

I died before I arrived here..I think...the last moments are a bit blurry...there was ^Shockwave and he was the double agent I was trying to warn my superiors about him when I ran across all the galaxy back to Cybertron yes I RAN. Through space. It's complicated and I JUST..I...I....he was not who I thought he was..all that time he was my superior but not Shockwave it was LONGARM Prime and he as Shockwave in disguise but I didn't knew until I told him I figured out that there was double agent infiltrated in our ranks and then.. I AM FAST so I ran but I wasn't fast enough and he trapped me in the system of tunnels and then walls started to close In and I..I Ia m babbling.

[He would apologize for that nonsence, but he's rather anxious at the moment. His air vents move as Blurr keeps to calm himself down.]

W..what what? It's the truth.

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

[The name Shockwave instantly brings up some vivid memories, or at least vivid rumors of memories. If it's anything like his universe, he knows that Shockwave's a devious 'Con. And to hear that he caused the death of Blurr? Rattles his nerves a little too much for his liking. The more he hears about this...the more he wants to punch Shockwave in his respective eye.]

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

[But he softens at Blurr's slowdown. Wheeljack's not too up on what to do in situations like this, but he can offer at least a shoulder pat.]

Yeah, you are. But it happens.

[There's a slight smile before he looks away.]

I uh...that's a new one.

[raceme]

Sorry...[At least they stopped yelling at each other.] Just forget I said anything it doesn't matter.

New? I am certain that can't be true. [It sounds absurd to him, Wheeljack being...Wheeljack.] You have a way with people.