This Foreign Feeling -RBA Fanfiction

Under My Wing

"Hey, Medix." Hoist said as he caught up to his friend and classmate.

The white mech flinched slightly but relaxed. "Hello, Hoist." He greeted in return.

"I need to talk to you." The teal truck said seriously.

"About what?"

"Come on-"

Hoist dragged his friend to the berthrooms, cleverly avoiding the others as they went.

"Hoist what is this about-" Medix asked confusedly as his friend closed the door behind them.

"Simple. I'm going to figure out what bothers you." Hoist answered like he said he was just going to make toast.

"W-What...?" the mech said, suddenly flustered. There had only been one thing on his processor lately: Sarah.

"Exhibit A, you never stutter." The teal truck said, a smirk on his faceplate. Medix scoffed and crossed his arms, tapping his foot. "This is ridiculous!" he protested.

Hoist chuckled softly and wrapped an arm around the little medic. "Come on buddy. Whatever is in this room, stays in this room."

The white mech sighed and his framing relaxed. "Fine.."

Meanwhile, a mere two rooms away, Whirl managed to lure Sarah in for some serious girl talk.

Her fellow helicopter chuckled softly. "What's up with the botnapping Whirl?"

"Come on Sarah, don't take me for a fool." the femme chimed happily.

"But... I don't get what you're getting at, Whirl..."

The blue bouncy helicopter had a little smirk form on her faceplate. "Medix! You are so awkwardly obvious!"

Sarah flinched and shut her optics, then sighed. "Fine. I... may.. may take a liking.. to him..." she murmured.

Whirl was squealing and literally jumping in excitement. "I knew it!! And I can totally be your wing girl!!"

The yellow femme cracked a soft smile. "Of course Whirl. But... please.. don't tell anyone."

Her friend more or less ignored that last statement. "Soooo, why do you like him?" she questioned.

"Well... He's cute, smart, and he's funny too." Sarah muttered shyly.

"Whaaat? Funny? Are you sure that's Medix?"

"Oh come on. He's not that bad."

"Bet."

The two femmes chuckled and Sarah felt a little blush rise in her cheekplates, turning them a vague tint of blue.

"But seriously, when are you going to tell him?" Whirl asked, a glimmer in her optics.

"Are you crazy?!" her classmate sputtered, "I can't tell him! He'll... he'll think I'm weird.."

Whirl's expression turned to a soft smile as she wrapped a servo around her fellow copter's shoulder. "No, he won't. Medix isn't the type to judge like that. He proved that in the first week."

Sarah sighed and leaned on her wing girl. "I know... but still. If Hotshot finds out, he'll mock us endlessly!"

The blue copter winked at her. "Don't worry about that. Just leave Hotshot to me. You focus on understanding your feelings."

Two pairs of orange optics locked and Sarah nodded. "Alright. Thank you Whirl."

"I got you, wing girl."