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||REQUESTED|| Tf RB Heatwave x Quickshadow

Requested by: Tankkeli
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  If Quickshadow did a survey about Heatwave's personality and his look, she would have passed out from picturing the handsome mech of her dreams for too long.

  Heatwave never considered dating someone who is in his team as an option. He wanted to be a fair and just leader, someone like Optimus, a leader who everyone can trust and depend on. Considering a teammate as a love interest would be bias of him. 

  As usual, Quickshadow had came over to the chaotic island for a short visit, to once again relive the times that she got involved in rescues. It was wonderful, working side by side with teammates, counting on one another, and above all, be opened to a new strategy in reaching the ultimate goal of the missions. Heatwave had taught her the most about teamwork, and what it was like to work as a team, helping each other in their flaws using their strengths. 

  Quickshadow never realised how it really felt to work in a team, until when she was partnered up with Heatwave countless of times during rescues. Today was no different when she was once again paired with Heatwave for a short patrol around the island. 

  Or has something changed?

  Quickshadow felt more anxious when she had to drive close to Heatwave. She had a habit of not forming a bond with others in fear that she may hurt them or hurt herself on accident. Her processor began to fill with worry and anxiety. What if she unintentionally grows close to Heatwave? What if she hurt him? What if she breaks herself?

  A fire alarm sounded abruptly at the bakery, snapping the spy car back to reality. Heatwave activated his siren as he hurried over to the accident site. Quickshadow followed behind.

  While she took care of the humans, Quickshadow could not help but notice the fire mech at work. She was constantly distracted by how serious Heatwave looked when putting out the fire. He was especially attractive at this very moment. 

  She shook her helm, going back to the humans. A human had left the group without Quickshadow's permission and was in danger of getting hit by debris. Heatwave called out for Quickshadow, but lunged himself towards the human anyway. Quickshadow turned around to hear a loud noise and be greeted with a cloud of dust. She covered the group of humans she had near her from the dust before standing up to look for Heatwave.

  When she found Heatwave with a human who she let be in danger, her Spark sank. She was expecting a terrible lecture by the red mech later.

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  "What's going on inside your processor, Quickshadow?" Heatwave asked with a soft frown.

   Quickshadow sighed. She was now reminded why she never wanted to be part of a team. She looked away from Heatwave, obviously frustrated at herself.

  "Don't take it too personally," Heatwave finally said. He walked towards Quickshadow. "Is everything alright?" he asked softly, not wanting the rest of the team to know he was soft as a pillow deep inside.

  Quickshadow blushed purple at once. She pushed Heatwave away hard, making him knock into a wall, creating a hole. She covered her intake with her servos in complete shock as her optics shot wide open. Heatwave grunted, slowly getting up. 

  "Something is definitely wrong..." Heatwave scoffed, crossing his arms.

  "I- my apologies, Heatwave," Quickshadow stammered.

  "It's fine, take yer time," he nodded, turning away to exit the room.

  "Wait, Heatwave-"

  Heatwave halted his steps.

  "I have something to... get off my chassis."

  Heatwave turned towards Quickshadow. "I'm listening."

  Quickshadow could feel her Spark burning. She closes her optics shut before nearly shouting "I have feelings for you, so break my Spark right this second!"

  Heatwave was speechless for a moment. He then moved towards the door to lock it before heading over to Quickshadow, who was now a blushing mess.

  "Why?"

  "I want to stop feeling this way, please, just tell me how simple-minded I am!"

  Heatwave grabbed Quickshadow's servos and pulled them away from her dermas before kissing her, just to stop her train of thoughts from consuming her processor. Quickshadow was taken aback, shocked of what was happening. 

  The red mech pulled away, smiling softly at the confused femme. 

  "Listen, I know exactly how you feel. I sort of have the same feeling. It's more of... being bias te a certain teammate. I despise that, but if this is how I feel, I shouldn't push it away."

  Quickshadow was in tears, unsure if it was pure happiness. 

  "I'll give you some time te recollect yourself, we can discuss more about this later on," Heatwave suggested, leaving the room.

A/N:
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