Of This Life and the Next

Chapter 20 : Fallout and Aftermath

Sam clung to his mother’s chest plates as she jogged after the enraged Ironhide. In front of them was Optimus, who was no doubt comming the charging mech in an attempt to calm him. Close by was Moonracer and Ratchet, who were trailing close behind Chromia, who was right on her mate’s metaphorical tail. Present also, was Bumblebee and Arcee, as well as Roadbuster, who looked more amused than concern for his young nephew.

“I’ve been trying to get ahold of Whirl and Medix,” Arcee started as she fell into step with Elita, “I’ve commed them several times, but they’ve got their links locked. They’re not allowing anyone to contact them.” The pink femme reported. “Whatever’s going on, they do not want to be interrupted.”

“That doesn’t bode well for either of them…” Elita noted as she adjusted Sam in her hold.

Sam agreed.

In all likeness, the two were probably just having a private chat with each other -Medix had taken a pretty hard fall- and the worst they could be doing was…well…kissing.

Apparently, Ironhide had the same assumptions as he was currently ignoring the groups pleads to go just ‘let the younglings be’ and that they would ‘have a sensible conversation about it later’.

Ironhide was having none of it though, and continued on his march to find the mechling that dared plant his lips on Whirl’s.

It all reminded Sam of when he met Mr. Banes for the first time. No, there was no fuming father barging into his room, flanked by a group of his closest family and friends, and no, there was no immediate fear of getting his ass kicked. There was however, a lot of tension in the air as Sam sat at the kitchen table opposite of Mikaela and her father, and yes, Sam was extremely sweaty as the ex-inmate interrogated him over his association with Mikaela and what his intentions with her were.

That had been one of the longest hours in his life! But in the end, Sam was granted Mr. Banes blessings on the ground that he was a huge improvement over Trent.

Sam strained his neck to get a better view of Ironhide. He wondered what Medix would have to do to prove he was a much better partner for Whirl than someone like Scorch.

Like, yeah, Sam could understand the overprotective father thing, if he had managed to become a father, he would have totally gone above and beyond for his little girl- but come on! Medix was probably one of the best mechs to woo Whirl…a close second would be Hoist, but by all accounts, the young inventor already had his optic on Glyph.

So…yeah…Ironhide really shouldn’t be freaking out as much as he was right now.

As Sam mulled this over, Optimus was able to work himself to the front of the crowd and effectively cut off Ironhide by blocking his path.

“Ironhide…just what is it you plan to accomplish when you find the younglings?” The leader asked as he continued to block the mech, who was constantly moving side to side in an attempt to dodge Optimus and move around him.

“Well first, I’m going to tell him to keep his lips to himself, then-”

“With all due respect, Ironhide,” Ratchet interrupted as he and the others caught up, “it was your daughter that kissed my son.” He stood beside Optimus with his hands on his hips, “And just know, I have no issue with Whirl, but if you’re going to point a finger at anyone, I think its only fair to point it at the correct person.”