Complex Robotics

Aftermath

lol warning angst ahead.

Chapter Twenty-four: Aftermath

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"Abso-fraggin'-lutely not." He growled, crossing his tiny red arms.

I frowned, "Why not?"

"Cuz I said so."

"Please?"

"No!"

I sighed loudly, blowing strands of hair out of my face, "C'mon Peanut, you need to work with me."

He scoffed, "Not if ya keep callin' me Peanut!"

"Quickshift, for christ sakes! All I need you to do is reattach two wires!"

"Why can't you do it?" He cried out in protest.

"Because you are smaller, and energon is not human friendly." I batted my eyelashes, switching to a different tactic, "You vowed to be a better guardian for me. You don't want me at risk of getting radiation poisoning again, right?"

His shoulders slumped as he let out a dramatic sigh, "Fine." He skidded off to go get a smaller welder off the workbench.

"Jesus," I muttered, pulling out my hands which were shoulder-deep in Sunstreaker's hip. The big, golden twin made a low rumbling sound, shifting ever so slightly in response to my hands out of him.

Wait, that sounded wrong.

Let's rephrase that. My hands out of his hip, and I wiped my fluid-covered gloves on a rag. Damnit, that sounds wrong too! Furious heat rushed to my cheeks as I took off my gloves, and wiped my moist forehead. It didn't help that Sunstreaker was watching me carefully the whole time.

"Such manipulative creatures." He muttered, crossing his arms, and leaning back against the wall.

I've been repairing him for two days, and I was almost done, except for some wires that were too far out of my reach that were still severed. Also in this time, my scars were nearly thin, fading lines now. They were almost unnoticed to the eye if you weren't really looking for them. My legs were still a little shaky, and I couldn't stand on them for more than an hour, but I was proud of the fact that I no longer required the wall's assistance.

"Yeah, well sometimes being manipulative gets the job done." I responded, stepping off of a locked chest I used as a stool.

He grunted in response.

Quickshift skidded back over, with a welder in his hand and a grimace on his metal lips. I gave him an apologetic smile, lifting him up and letting him crawl through the hole where Sunstreaker's hip plating should be. The sound of the welder turned on, and Sunstreaker made another low sound from his chest, his glare told me just how uncomfortable he was with a tiny transformer inside his body.

I was mildly surprise he didn't outright protest like Quickshift did. He just stayed cooly impassive as he glared down at nothing in particular, except when every once in a while his hands twitched, before clenching into fists.

"Fixin' a stinkin' Autobot..." I could hear Quickshift's rant as he worked, "...for the pretty lady. Slaggin' wires...I hate weldin'."

I shook my head at his rant, before turning my attention back up to the yellow Autobot, "What time is it?"

"Half past noon." Was his gruff reply.

Use to his terse behavior, I rolled my eyes and walked back over to my sad pile of pillows and blankets. I had Quickshift go out and get me some more pain relievers the other day, and I could feel the distant pain throb in my legs which told me I needed to sit down. It still bothered me that I was so vulnerable like this. It's been at least a week since we were stuck in this warehouse, and I couldn't help the anxiety that rose in my chest every time I thought too much about my family.