[closed]

[raceme]

WHO: Barricade and Blurr. Cliffjumper joins them later on.
WHERE: Vector's temple, by the altar.
WHEN: Now.
WHAT: Blurr wakes up from the death.
WARNINGS: None so far, will update if needed.

[Blurr's body slowly changed from a dusty grey to his usual light blue coloration. His optics flickered  and came online and Blurr vaguely registered the blurry ceiling he was looking at. He felt like something had changed, as if a part of him were gone leaving a hollow feeling.

It scared him because he couldn't remember much of what happened after the found Tarn. He could iamgine it wasn't nice but there was nothing were memories should be. Blurr tried to sit up straight, shaking slightly and still dizzy.]

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[namesnotprowl]

[Blurr might hear the low, idle rumble of an engine next to him. That would be Barricade, leaned against the altar with his head resting on his arm... napping. Luckily for everyone involved, Howlback is there too, and taps his tiny legs against Barricade's spinal strut. He twitches awake with a grunt as the Lensmeter disappears under his plating again.

He blinks a couple times. Blurr's coloring is normal... and he's...]

You're back.

[Barricade sits up, putting a hand on Blurr's shoulder.]

Easy, take it slow. You've been gone a while.

[raceme]

I...? Oh...oh. [Blurr sputtered, scrubbing a hand over his optics and looking wildly about. Exhaustion is something Blurr is more than passing familiar with but this one feels different. Like he's been sleeping for a week but he got no rest at all. Now that he takes a few minutes to think about where he is, it's easy to imagine what happened.

Barricade's touch stops him from thinking further into it, and he's more grateful for his presence than he can't express.] You were waiting for me?

[namesnotprowl]

[Barricade hopes he doesn't have to explain further. He's given enough people an autopsy run-down on what he thinks occurred; he can't imagine giving it to the mech himself. The question gets a nod out of him.]

Yeah. Figured it would be better if you didn't wake up alone.

[He's hardly left. In fact the closest he got to leaving was going just outside the room. Energon wasn't a problem because... well. He's gone for far longer than this on a far smaller amount than what he normally carries on him.]

How do you feel?

[raceme]

[No, he does not. Not a lot of talking is always needed around Blurr, he tries to catch up on things quickly. He wonders how many more Tarn hurt and what happened to the Con but he gets distracted again by Barricade's words.]

That never happened before. [Blurr blurts right into Barricade's concerned face. He could feel his optics getting brighter and his faceplate heating.] I mean, of course I never died before but no one ever... waited for me to come back....when I was out in some sort of ^mission and...thismeansalottome.

[Focus, Blurr focus, Barricade is asking questions.] I'm fine but tired and there's this strange feeling, like something's missing. But aside from that I'm fine. A bit thirsty.

[namesnotprowl]

[Thirsty. That he can help with. Barricade pops open the compartment in his chassis, extracting an energon cube.] Here. I can't blame for being thirsty, you've... been here a while.

[Oh geeze you are blushing. Blurr why are you blushing it's cute. Stop that cuteness.] A lot of folks have stopped by to see you. Lot of worried folks that want you to call them, too.

[So it's totally not just him. That's been sitting here. So it's not weird or anything.

Damn typos...sorry

[raceme]

Talk about being prepared. [That gets a smile out of him, optics getting even more brighter.] Thank you.

[Is not like he's doing it on purpose. Besides, it's all your fault! Blurr's hands shake as he takes the drink but as soon as he gets a good hold of it he empties the cube in seconds. Blurr's kind of a really fast drinker because his engine burns fuel at a faster rate than the average bot. A simple cube can't make the thirst disappear but it makes it more bearable. He licks his upper lip happily once he's done.] Ahthatsabitbetter.

L-lots? [More surprising news to him, he didn't think they would care so much.]I will as soon as I can, I promise. You were recharging here, though...[You are fooling no one Barricade.] Did you not leave since I di...were gone?

No worries! Sorry about the slowness.

[namesnotprowl]

Well, I do try. Field medic, and all.

[Well. Blurr was definitely thirsty, how fast he drank that. Barricade isn't going to hand over another in case of accidental overcharging, though. The last thing he wants is to make Blurr sick right when he wakes up.] Good. We'll see about getting that worked out.

Mm-hmm. A lot of distressed folks. Ambulon and Sentinel Prime even stopped by for a while. [And Blitzwing, but that was because Barricade asked him to.] And I didn't. I didn't want to leave the chance that you might wake up while I was out catching a nap in my own quarters, or getting energon.

[Hence the supply in his chassis.]

Ty! No need to apologize at all!

[raceme]

You sure don't act like the medics from my universe.[First Aid is really good at her job, but hardly sympathetic. Perceptor is worse, with him deleting his emotions to make room for all the smart and all...]Bless Primus for that.

It takes more than that to get him overcharged, Barricade doesn't have to worry. But he's not greedy either so he won't ask for more.]

The last time I _{talked with Ambulon things} didn't go so _{well. I hope he's} feeling better. [Blurr tried to convince him to seek help and Ambulon hang on him. The racer was not as surprised as he was worried.] My audios might still be malfunctioning, It seemed to me that you said Sentinel Prime.

[Blurr's face softens and he puts a hand on Barricade's arm, looking up at him. You are still taller, even when he's sitting on an alter. How is that possible?]

Thank you. [He manages to not stammer this time.] For being here when I needed it.

[namesnotprowl]

Thankfully for everyone, I don't act like the ones from mine, either. [Considering that Flatline used all of his patients as experiments in his Science Project of the Century, and Scalpel tended to thieve parts from the mechs he worked on...]

It'll take him time. I can mother hen at him if you need me to. I am very good at it. [He chuckles a little at Blurr's disbelief over Sentinel Prime visiting.] Your audio receptors are fully functioning. He stopped by to see you for a bit.

[Barricade exvents, offering a smile. It's not as though Barricade is trying to be taller... considering he's resigned to being the shortest Decepticon from his universe ever.]

It seemed like the right thing to do. But you are quite welcome, Jaybird.

[raceme]

Yes, I can only imagine. [With Cade being and ex Con and all. Blurr's not going to ask for details. Sometimes is better not to know, he's freaked out enough when it comes to crazy doctors already thanks to the memory the SG!Soundwave shared with him about the SG!Ratchet.]

That _can't hurt. We can do that in teams. Once he thinks he's free of one of us, bam!...there's the other. [Blurr grins for a second. Ah, If only things were easier for Ambulon.] That must have been hard for Sentinel. I know ^{he's not so} good when it comes to dealing with lost friends.

[Any Decepticon, no matter which one, will always be taller than Blurr, so there's that Barricade. Blurr has trouble reaching Barricade's face so he gives the other mech a quick kiss on the jaw.]

Jaybird, hm? I like it.

[namesnotprowl]

Mm, I rather like that idea. Thinks he can escape, does he? [Barricade flashes a grin. He doesn't, but this is where he'd normally cackle.] He seemed pretty uncomfortable. Still, gotta give him credit for showing up and trying to handle it. Don't know that I could've, honestly... [If it was someone other than Blurr.]

[Barricade's wings flick in surprise and he smiles, dipping his head to nuzzle Blurr with a low purr of his engine.]

Thought you might.

[raceme]

He even hung up on me trying to avoid the issue. [It was when Blurr was wining the argument! Silly doctors that refuse to talk about their problems, tsh.] I will _{thank him} too once I see him.

[Blurr closes his optics, nuzzling back and smiling. He gives Barricade's arm a squeeze for emphasis. His own engine rumbles back softly before he puts another quick kiss on Barricade's cheek.]

I really do.

HELLO WHAT IS--- PRIMUS FRAG IT BLURR >8(

[cliffjumper]

[Right about then there's this... loud, sputtery noise from an engine. Sorry guys, cuddle-time's over Cliffjumper's not sorry, though.]

Rrr--- You're back. Great!

[If looks could kill, Barricade would be dead. A lot dead, so it's a good thing they can't, as Cliffjumper stomps across the room to the altar, managing to make much more noise than someone around thirteen feet tall should be able to produce.]

OH HI CLIFF LOVELY DAY WE'RE HAVING HUH ::D

[namesnotprowl]

Well, I'm gl-

[He knows the sound of his own engine, and the sound of Blurr's, and that spluttering is neither of them. He pauses in his nuzzling, flicking one optic to look at the door. Ah.]

Cliffjumper. I was wonderin' when you'd get back.

[Barricade just should have known it would happen right when he was starting to enjoy himself. He pulls away with some reluctance.]

ajhdjs what a moment killer 8'[

[raceme]

[Blurr pouts frowns at the missing contact. He knows immediately who interrupted them and while he's really happy to see his best friends again he wishes Cliffjumper would have knocked.

Well, didn't things turn awkward all of sudden? Yes, yes they did. Time to say something to ease the tension.]

Hi, Cliff.

[Nailed it.]

IT'D BE LOVLIER IF I HADN'T SEEN THAT!

[cliffjumper]

[Knocked? Where? This room is huge! With a huff and a narrow stare, first at Blurr, then at Barricade again, Cliffjumper stopped next to the altar (on the other side from whereever Barricade was closest to) and crossed his arms.]

Not soon enough, seems like. [Definitely not soon enough considering what he came back to. THAT was more than friend-type things. :|]

Hey, Blurr. How ya feeling?

IT'S NOT LIKE WE WERE DOING ANYTHING... UNTOWARD. YET ::3

[namesnotprowl]

[There are still walls, dude. And like. Pillars and stuff. THINGS TO KNOCK ON. Barricade, for his part, ignores how completely creepy Cliffjumper finds it, and tracks his movement with a single optic. Watching youuuuuu.]

Disapproving parental unit, huh? Just lettin' my friend know he was missed.

[Which technically he was. He's a smidge incredibly tactile.]

........Yet. のωの

[raceme]

I'm tired but it's <>good to be alive again. I'm definitely not going to repeat the experience,death wasn't all that great. I'll have to pass the next time.

[He smiles at the red mech, trying to bring some humor to the situation, ignoring the 'not soon enough' comment. Blurr likes to keep his private life private, this was just an unfortunate accident. Suck cockbloc, man]

[Blurr sees that optic trick and blinks. Now, that's new. Probably useful for certain things, like freaking out Cliffjumper.]...uh.

EXACTLY. *YET*. XC

[cliffjumper]

Disapprovin' friend more like. [With a scowl, Cliffjumper's optics narrow when he notices Barricade's optic... thing.]

And stop that!

[Blurr gets another narrow stare before a smile twitches across his lips.]

Yeah, you better not. Excitin' or not, I don't wanna see you there again. [he nods to the altar Blurr's still on, and crosses his arms. Don't think they're done, though!]