Terrorsaur x Waspinator drabbles.

Put Me Back Together

Waspinator blinked awake. Ow, he had aches all over his own body. As usual.

Stretching his newly fixed joints, Waspinator froze as he saw the figure smiling at him.

"You're awake!" Terrosaur said happily from the corner he sat in.

Surprisingly, there was no malice in that raspy voice. None of the usual deceit or rage.

He actually smiled sweetly at Waspinator.

"What Terrosaur doing here?" Waspinator asked. No one was ever in the med bay when he was healing. No one cared to.

"I was worried about you Waspy." Terrorsaur said.

Waspinator felt his eyes widen (in a very cartoonish manner). Waspy?

"You're okay, right?" Terrorsaur moved closer to him.

"Um, yeah, Waspinator fine."

"I'm so glad." Terrorsaur purred.

"Are you okay?" Waspinator asked. "You're acting weird."

"Weird how?" Terrorsaur started to caress Waspinator's face in his hands. "Weird cause I'm finally giving you some well deserved attention?"

"Waspinator always getting blown up. What the big difference now?"
Waspinator questioned.

Terrorsaur's smile faltered.

"I...I never relized you could die before." He responded.

"Waspinator almost die?" Waspinator asked.

Terrorsaur nodded.

"That spark-sceeching kitty cat shot you two clicks away from your spark." Terrorsaur explained, anger coming into his voice. "Can't put a spark back together, Waspy."

Waspinator just shrugged. "Being blown up is just another day in the life of Waspinator."

"Well, it shouldn't be." Terrorsaur grumbled as they left the med bay. "If I was leader, I'd make sure you were never hurt."

Waspinator smiled at him.

"If only Ptera-bot could over throw mighty Megatron." He moved closer to Terrorsaur.

And he noticed.

"Waspy," Terrorsaur began nervously. "I never realized how important you were to me until today."

"Silly Ptera-bot." Waspinator responded. "Waspinator very important."

"Well I know that now!" Terrorsaur cried.

"Should have known it before." Waspinator chastised.

"Okay, well, I should have but..." The flyer sputtered before Waspinator grabbed him by the chin.

"How does ptera-bot plan to make it up to Waspinator?"

Terrorsaur gave his classic edgy grin, rubbing his helm against the insectecnoid.

"I have a few idea."