Transformers Oneshots!

||REQUESTED|| Tf RB Heatwave x Chase Pt. 1

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  It was no mystery to Chase, merely a simple explanation. He shook his helm, anguished that he would even begin to feel like this. Should not he be focusing on the job, not on his leader? This gave him internal conflict, his mind like the state of his dead home.

  Chase pulled out a book entitled "Love, the Stupidest Yet Prettiest Thing" by an author he used to always avoid. Now seems like the perfect time to read it...

  Page one. Yes, indeed, love is stupid. Hmm, perhaps it does give benefits. Perhaps Chase had been blind to those. He hummed, reflecting about the past emergencies he worked on with Heatwave alone. At one point, he was able to lift up to three girders to prop up the building. Heatwave looked impressed, so he continued doing so, craving to see his slightly smiling face again.

  "Hardworking and pushing yourself beyond your limits, huh Chase?"

  Yes, yes he was. Chase could not help but shift slightly, thinking about his leader's poise as he put out the flames. His frame, his fiery orange optics and his smirk as he defeated the flame gods. Everything. He is so perfect.

  Chase sat down on the couch. Page 5. Love can seem stupid. It makes you push yourself too much to the point of breaking down. Yes, perhaps. Chase recalled a time where he injured his pede from the trapdoor installed at the stage. Despite the pain, he attempted to transform and ready himself for patrol, just to show Heatwave that he could still perform on duty. If he just pushed himself a little more...

  "Looks painful, Chase. Might wanna take a break," Heatwave slightly cringed in concern. "Get yourself fixed."

  He worried. He was right. Chase needed a break to heal. It made him feel so useless to the team. He did everything he could: watch the cameras, launched a risky investigation and even pushed himself to drive to Doc Greene's sister and prevented a fatal fall. A part of him still felt horrible that he used up the medical supplies reserved for emergencies, not for carelessness.

  "Hey, you're sulking. Are you okay?"

  Chase looked up. It was Heatwave, who threw away a stick stuck on his chassis. The firebot glanced at Chase, then at the book he was intently studying. "What are you reading about?"

  "Standard procedure, Heatwave," Chase made no attempt to close the book. To his knowledge, Heatwave didn't know how to read a book, and even read one upside down once. It was humiliating to the red mech, but amusing for the rest of the team when they found out.

 "I thought standard procedure is written on datapads?" Heatwave asked.

  Scrap.

  Chase struggled to think of another response. 

  "Anyway, some traffic lights got knocked over by Dean. Graham's sick today and Boulder needed another servo," Heatwave said. "You up for it?"

  Will you be there? "Was Dean given a citation?"

  "Yes, Chief already did that." Heatwave inspected the policebot closer. "You know, Chief didn't dare to bother you to go for patrol. He said he saw you enjoying yourself in a certain genre book... what was he talking about?"

  "Nothing," Chase stood up without picking up the book. "We should leave now."

  "We?" Heatwave scoffed.

  "I mean, uhh, I should leave now," Chase walked away.

  Without Chase's knowledge, Heatwave picked up the book and flipped it the right side up and was shocked to see the title. He hummed, wondering why would the blue mech lie to him.

  "Hold on, Chase, I'm coming with you."

  At the scene, Chase had gone into his holoform and was strictly following Boulder's instructions in fixing the traffic lights. Chief was afraid of the toolbox, often asking Heatwave to give the tools to Chase. He knew he was horrible with fixing things... especially traffic lights.

  "Boulder, when are you working on your holoform?" Chase asked.

  "Probably never, just found out I ran out of supplies," Boulder sighed. "But it's okay, I have Graham."

  Chase hummed. "Perhaps you can use mine, if you need to."

  "It's okay, he can use mine," Heatwave cut in. "You need yours in case Chief isn't available."

  "Reasonable."

  Awkward silence.

  "Thank you, Heatwave."

  "For?" Heatwave scoffed at the policebot. "I just did what every leader should."

  "Which is...?" Chase internally berated himself for letting that question slip out.

  "Stepping up for their... teammate...s," Heatwave hesitated. 

  "This is the last traffic light. After this, we should be done," Boulder stated. 

  "Understood."

  Back at the firehouse, the awkward silence didn't make anything better. Blades was busy flying with Dani while Boulder had went to check on Graham using Heatwave's holoform. Chase had already put the love book aside and actually reviewing procedures. He was worried that his team may have caught on and that he should cover his tracks.

  "Chase, come with me," Heatwave was standing in front of the policebot.

  They went into the medical centre. Both mechs sat down on separate chairs.

  "Is something wrong, Heatwave?" Chase asked.

  "I've noticed your... behaviour. Is there something you wanna tell me?" his fiery optics gave Chase a hard time to focus on his words.

  "Well..."

  Heatwave waited.

  "... I am sorry, I cannot elaborate."

  "You like me, don't you?" Heatwave smirked. "It's obvious, coming from a policebot who is supposed to be good at covering your emotions."

  Scrap. "My apologies, Heatwave. It will not happen again-"

  Heatwave's face grew closer to Chase's. Both of them stared at each other for a moment before Chase pulled away out of panic.

  "I should leave for patrol with Chief," Chase blurted out. "Good day."

  Heatwave sighed mentally. "See you, Chase."