Transformers Rescue Bots - The Past

54: Mourning Together - S

Heatwave finds that there is more comfort in his team than he realized. ____________________________________________________________________________________________

"How long has he been in there?" Chase asks, a bit of concern laying over him as the door continues to remain unopened.

"It has been quite a long while." Blades says with worry in his voice, their time for curfew was nearly upon then and all they were doing was trying to get Heatwave to come on out. "Heatwave, please, come out and talk to us."

"There's nothing to talk about." all of them barely heard that response, making it clear to tell the bot was still very upset about the matter.

"Heatwave, we're worried about you." Boulder says, slowly trying to open the door up. "keeping yourself in there is making us worry and-"

Blades stopped as the door was forced shut once more. all of them had been trying so much to get the door open and at least drag Heatwave out but it seems like it simply couldn't be done, their efforts being absolutely nothing.

"Heatwave, you know you can talk to all of us about it." Blades mentions as he leans on the door. "None of us are going to judge you for any of this."

"Did you tell them?" Heatwave mutters, barely enough for even Boulder to hear, and Boulder has quite the good receptors in his helm.

"Tell us what?" Boulder questions, repeating the words as both he and Chase look at one another in confusion. "Is there something that we need to mention again?"

"No, it's not that." Blades says, a sad smile forming on his face plate. "It's hard to explain, even carrier can't seem to find the right words for what is wrong. He used to do it a long while back but I guess it still continues even now."

Chase can almost recall what Heatwave's first words were to him, somehow, those words seem to just pop up randomly and now make his gears turn. Blades still seemed unsure how to word it, as if there was no name to use to describe it all.

"Does Heatwave have a memory problem?" Chase asks, a bit of a theory running in his mind at the moment. "I remember him mentioning something about missing parts in his life but somewhat not being able to recall them at all."

"I mean, he kind of does." Blades answers honestly. "I guess maybe when he keeps on getting cheated on, it relapses or something. I don't really know what the full cause can be but it just makes him forget chunks of things regarding the moment and the bot."

"So, he just forgets everything with the bot?" Blades nods as Boulder thinks, continuing with what he has. "Isn't that what a sparkbreak does?"

Blades felt rather idiotic now, how the word had simply been so close and what he couldn't recall fully. Yet, even though Heatwave had a spark break, there was certainly much more to it.

"Yeah but it basically is like him getting it over and over again." Blades says, not too joyful with that news. "Carrier doesn't know what can stop something like that, not to mention, it's already happened enough times as is."

"Please, stop." The voice was low, and looking over, it was not coming from the closet.

"Boulder, what did you do?!" Chase questions, wondering why exactly the door to the closet was now currently on their floor.

"Ok, talking about that sad topic made me really want to hug him." Chase and Blades remain in shock as they still don't want to deal with this unique scenario. "I'll take blame for the door."

"Please, quiet." They all turned, seeing the low voice had come from a weird shaped blanket.

It was like a pile, definitely in the shape to hide a certain bot within. With the dark coloring of the material and the way it was all tucked around, the bot in sorrow was basically drowning himself into darkness. There was no movement inside such despair, but Boulder, Chase and Blades surrounded the bundle regardless.

The bot made sure to bundle up, a crowded moment of comfort to let Heatwave know they were there without disturbing him too much. They made sure to have the lights turned off, somewhat piling with one another so none would fall off the berth, letting silence surround the room peacefully.

Heatwave slowly became less tense and wound up, becoming rather tired within the bundles of the blanket. He poked his helm out for a brief moment as he was met with the sight of his teammates, being handed a warm cube of energon as they all went to their own respective berths to rest.

Heatwave felt a soft smile begin to form, realizing how much his teammates really did care for his own well-being. He doesn't know how such misery could even let himself have such a moment like this, a point of peace where he had bots in his life. As he sips the energon, he hopes for one little thing, the only thing he can really try to ask for as he hopes it is never going to be taken away.

He hopes that he doesn't lose his teammates.