Not sparkmates...right? | A Heatshadow fanfic

The Thinking About Stuff One

>One week later<

Quickshadow was spiraling back into her recharge-deprived routine again. She would work on reports until past midnight, then stay in stasis for maybe two hours until her alarm went off and she went back to looking through files for the Academy.

The Academy work was taking a toll on both Heatwave & Quickshadow, the only difference was that the femme was used to overworking on almost nothing regularly, whereas the mech was basically dying from lack of recharge. Both were also refraining from leaving their workspace, let alone the Academy, Heatwave staying in his room & office & Quickshadow hers.

The femme had decided to take a short break from sitting down & typing to train against the dummy in her room. She'd also hoped training would let out some of the anger she was feeling towards herself over these newfound emotions.

Was it even anger? Was it embarrassment? Confusion? What was this?

How could she make the mistake of falling for anybot, let alone Heatwave? He was rude, hotheaded, stubborn, protective of his team, kinda funny sometimes, slightly attractive –

Nope, no, nonononononono-

Primus, Quickshadow, WHY are you LIKE this –

The femme cursed at herself under her breath while continuing to aim hits at the dummy in front of her.

He's a decent sparring opponent...

The two of them had only sparred once before, the first time Quickshadow had been to Griffin Rock. Sure, Quickshadow had beat him pretty quick, but he'd actually tried. Most of her sparring opponents in school back on Cybertron had heard she was so good and simply forfeited the match.

No, Quickshadow, no, don't think about your past –

She was getting even more sidetracked. There was so much she needed to focus on (per usual), and so much she was thinking about.

Deep vents, Quickshadow, calm down...

The femme in-vented & ex-vented slowly, attempting to control herself. She had to figure out what this problem with her was. Was she really falling for Heatwave? Was she just so annoyed with herself for other reasons? Why did she feel like her processor was having a meltdown when seeing or even thinking about the mech? Did he feel like that about her too? Did she want to know?

What is happening to me...