Complex Robotics

Long Talks

Chapter Seventeen: Long Talks

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My eyes snapped open, glancing across the room briefly before I remembered where I was, and then sat up, stretching as well as yawning. I could hear the steady spray of water from the shower, and a small, muffled voice from inside the closed door and quickly assumed that Jenna was up and taking a shower.

For one moment, I felt good. Pleasant. And then all the memories came colliding back with such force that it could have knocked me right off the couch. I remembered getting my parents letter, Sunstreaker threatening me,  telling Sideswipe to stay away from me, and then to top it all off, getting spooked out by some creepy thing in the hallway. 

Greeeaat.

I sighed, flopping back on to the pillow. I didn't even wanted to be me right now, I just wanted a break. Was that seriously too hard to ask for? How did I get sucked up into this anyway? It all started after that "talk" with that damn golden twin. Now everything seems to go from bad to worse.

Groaning, I got up slowly from the couch, "Hey Jen, thanks for letting me crash here!" I shouted, "See you around lunch?"

"Okay!" Was the muffled response from behind the door.

I needed a shower anyway. That and a therapist.

I shut her door, and began walking down the hall towards my door, only to stop at the sight of platinum blond hair and bright blue eyed holoform that I knew too well. My eyes widened, as the name rolled out of my mouth in surprise;

"Sideswipe?"

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(Sunstreaker's POV)

Stupid femme.

Stupid human fragging femme! 

I swear, I'll squish her the next time I see her. I understood that Optimus always stresses the everything-is-sentient-and-deserves-life speech, but that was because he was that kind of bot. Sides was not. So why did he put so much effort in trying to befriend that stupid slagging piece of scrap? Why does he care so much about her?

Growling wildly, I lunged for Jazz, which he skillfully dodged just in time to bring his elbow down on the middle of my spinal strut, and my face collided with the ground. Which only served to piss me off even more. Another growl, and I was up on my feet, ignoring the way my helm swayed a bit before returning to it's normal vision.

Narrowing my optics at the silver mini-bot, I faked a hit to the right but ended up going left. He still ended up blocking the blow, dipping to his feet and the next thing I knew, my aft was back on the ground again. Snarling fiercely, I pushed myself back up to my feet, unsheathing twin blades from my wrists and charged again, fully decisive on wiping the fraggin' smirk off the glitch's face.

A sharp dagger was pulled out of his subspace as he met my left blade with a metallic clink. Snarling, I pushed down with all my force, and Jazz grunted lowly, but kept pushing back. I swung my other blade, but he somehow managed to maneuver the dagger so that both of the blades were pressed up against them. 

Bad move. 

Grinning wickedly, I pressed down with all my force, satisfied when Jazz grunted again, his arms shaking as my blades slowly inched closer and closer to his face.