Of This Life and the Next

Chapter 6 : Family dra- oooh! Fight! Fight! Fight!

A chord later, Sam found himself being sparkling-sat by the ARK’s younglings while Elita partook in her own training and exercises.

Most of the younglings were lounging around, trying to regain their strength from the drills they had just endured. The few that remained in Sam’s close vicinity were Whirl and Medix, and the three other mechs they commonly hung out with; Wedge, Hoist and Hot Shot.

Wedge was currently reclining on a lounger with his optics closed and his harms folded behind his head. Beside him, sat Hot Shot, who was trying and failing to get a half-asleep Hoist off him.

“What is with you?” The yellow and red mech demanded as he struggled to help his aqua colored friend sit up right.

Hoist swayed as he blinked sleepily, “I’m…I’m just tired…that’s all…” he slurred before dropped back down on Hot Shot’s shoulder, earning him an annoyed groan from the younger mech.

“Why? Are you ill?” Medix asked from where he sat. He leaned forward to hand Sam back to Whirl and prepared himself to check his friend over.

Hoist rubbed his optics, “No, I’m not sick, I just…didn’t get a lot of stasis rest.” He shook his head in an attempt to force away the fatigue.

The four remining companions shared a knowing look.

“Were you up late working on a project again?” Medix asked. His mouth was pulled into a frown and one of his optic ridges was raised in disapproval. How many times had the medic-in-training warned the young inventor not to do that? That his main concern should be on his personal health and not on some gadget that could wait until he was fed and well rested before being worked on again?

Hoist scoffed at Medix’s assumption, “I wish that was the reason, that way it wouldn’t be so awkward to look at my creators…” his face fell into a pained cringe before shivering in disgust.

The things he heard last night…

Whirl cast a confused glance at Medix, who narrowed his optics as he racked his processor for an explanation.

“Why would it be awkward for you to look at your creators?” the femme wondered.

Hoist shifted in his seat, “…because…because they were a little…uh…loud…” he looked at his friends expectantly, hoping they wouldn’t need him to explain it anymore than that.

“Why, were they arguing?” Nope. Whirl still hadn’t caught on…

Medix had, though. “Whirl-”

“No…no fighting.” Hoist shook his head.

Whirl furrowed her ridges, “Then what…?” the femme scanned her processors as she struggled to understand what her friend was talking about. If they weren’t arguing, then what else could the aqua mech’s creators have been doing? What else could a couple of grown bots be doing that was so loud it could keep another bot up and distur-…oh…oh!

Whirl looked at Hoist with wide optics as the realization finally hit her, “Oh…oh Hoist…”

“Yeah.” The inventor nodded in agreement. Honestly…it was going to be a while till he could hear the words ‘faster’ and ‘harder’ and not think of his carrier pinned beneath his sire, who was- gah! He was doing it again! At this rate, it was going to be chords till he could look his sire in the optic. And that was assuming the creators didn’t have another love session during that time and unintentionally renew their mechling’s trauma.