Transformers Oneshots!

||REQUESTED||RB Heatwave x Chase Pt. 2

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  Chase thought he might need a psychological evaluation. That encounter with Heatwave was too close of a call. The more he denies it, the heavier his Spark grew.

  On a patrol with Chief, Chase struggled to keep his usual demeanour. Chase was visibly distressed, often snapping to attention when his name was called as if he had drifted into dreamland a few moments prior. As an experienced father, Charlie knew instantly something was amiss.

  "Chase, let's pull up in that corner," Chief instructed. Chase obliged, stopping at the roadside parking spot. "Heatwave is starting to worry about you. You're losing yourself."

  "I figured perhaps it would be more ideal for me to spend my energy on productive activities, Chief," Chase answered as his face popped up in the screen. "I have been increasingly hyperactive."

  "You have been increasingly stressed out," Chief corrected. "You have been fidgeting more than you usually do. I know Cody gave you an infinity cube to help you cope."

  "He swore not to tell anyone," Chase mumbled.

  "He didn't. You left it on the coffee table in front of the television," Chief said simply. "Spending your energy on something productive. That energy and the fidgeting can only come from stress." Chief took off his seatbelt and pushed the seat backward. "You're actively avoiding something. You've actively avoiding Heatwave."

  There was a long pause. Chase had pushed those feelings away so much that when they came tumbling back, he found himself overwhelmed. 

  "It's been weeks, Chase. The rescue team can't work efficiently with their policebot out of commission," Charlie spoke. "Regardless of how you feel, we still have a job to do."

  "Could you promise not to share this to anyone else?" Chase reluctantly asked.

  "I promise. I won't do anything without your permission," Charlie nodded. "Take a deep breath, cool yourself off, begin step by step."

  Chase did so, and began to spill everything. 

  Millions of years ago, when all of the rescue team were still in the academy, and before teams were assigned, Chase had gotten into a group project with Heatwave. Since the other groupmates were lazing and didn't do their work, Chase spent most of his time in Heatwave's housing unit working on it. They had planned to finish the assignment on their own, collect enough evidence to show that no one else contributed, and report to the teacher. 

  One fateful night, the duo were so focused in their assignment that the time for recharge rolled around. Heatwave's parental units offered Chase to stay at the guestroom. After getting the green light from Chase's parental units, Chase stayed. In Heatwave's room...

  "The longer we spend here, the more bots are gonna think that we're smoochin' each other," Heatwave snickered. "It's not gay if I say it's not gay."

  "Smooching? I do not believe there is such an activity ongoing in here," Chase gulped.

  "Chase, don't take things too literally," Heatwave sighed. "I'm wrapping up my part. Are you done with yours?"

  "Negative. I have to review several more articles before I can conclude my research," Chase shook his helm. "If you are falling into recharge soon, I can pack my things and head to the guestroom."

  "Why not you recharge here too?" Heatwave suggested. "The last time I went in there that place was basically inhabitable. We're definitely gonna clean that out someday."