phase6kindofbot (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
phase6kindofbot) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
robothell2016-03-22 06:53 pm
phase6kindofbot) wrote in robothell2016-03-22 06:53 pm
Entry tags:
(no subject)
Who: First Aid and Sixshot.
Where: CITY
When: A while after First Aid gets well enough to walk around again.
What: Not a Date.
Warnings: Gay robots.
There's a Phase Sixer standing outside the clinic's back entrance in his root mode, arms folded and trying to look nonchalant.
It's more awkward than nonchalant.
These past few weeks have been... unfortunate. A tangle of things that Sixshot isn't sure he can undo without complicating matters more- and he's sure he will complicate matters more now with Megatron's training and potential upgrades.
But for First Aid's sake, he's going to keep that under wraps until they can have a proper meeting with the medic, with Ratchet and with the young mech himself.
Until then, there were reparations to be attempted. First Aid... had expressed an interest in continuing their friendship and Sixshot couldn't deny that he wanted that too.
And so he waits.
Where: CITY
When: A while after First Aid gets well enough to walk around again.
What: Not a Date.
Warnings: Gay robots.
There's a Phase Sixer standing outside the clinic's back entrance in his root mode, arms folded and trying to look nonchalant.
It's more awkward than nonchalant.
These past few weeks have been... unfortunate. A tangle of things that Sixshot isn't sure he can undo without complicating matters more- and he's sure he will complicate matters more now with Megatron's training and potential upgrades.
But for First Aid's sake, he's going to keep that under wraps until they can have a proper meeting with the medic, with Ratchet and with the young mech himself.
Until then, there were reparations to be attempted. First Aid... had expressed an interest in continuing their friendship and Sixshot couldn't deny that he wanted that too.
And so he waits.
no subject
"First Aid?" he says quietly to the mech curled up in his arms, unsure if he should set the ambulance down or not.
When his friend finally does uncurl enough to peer out at the scenery however, Sixshot allows himself to vent quietly in relief. Tentatively, and careful not to jostle the medic anymore than strictly necessary, Sixshot starts walking again.
"I thought you might like it." There's a smile in his tone.
no subject
"It's weird, isn't it? Even with Cybertron renewed, it doesn't look anything like this at home."
no subject
"The last I saw of Cybertron, it'd just been a husk." The ground is turning blue around his feet, strange grass-like sprouts rising from the ground in a thick blanket. Here and there, dots of glowing flowers bloom against the blue and the Sixer takes some care not to step on them.
"What's it like? The renewed world?"
no subject
The vibration of Sixshot's reactor was nice, though. He could lean against his chest and listen to it all night, forget that he was outside and far away from the security of his room.
"The rest of it is wild. Hostile. I mean literally, in the sense it tries to grab you." He hums, thinking back to Iacon and Caminus. "But I really didn't see much of the outskirts. The last time I was there, I pretty much immediately space bridged to Caminus to protect it as Defensor."
He's not good at explaining things, Sixshot. Though he does realize he probably needs to fill in, frame warming sheepishly.
"Caminus is one of the Titan colonies. Religious folk."
no subject
... Okay, he's not... entirely surprised. Disappointed maybe? Disappointed definitely. And a little bit offended. He'd disliked Starscream from day one and the bastard using his shut down code on him hadn't endeared the jet to Sixshot either.
He sighs very, very quietly and slows to a stop at the edge of the water.
"You never spoke of these events before," the Sixer says as he kneels at the edge of the pool. "I mean, we didn't really have in depth discussions of our background, but you didn't talk about being a combiner until... well."
no subject
First Aid's frame warms a little at that, but that was over embarrassment rather than bashfulness.
"No, we didn't..." he admits, feeling somewhat bad. He knew Sixshot's background well enough, since he remembered the feeling of being so sure he was going to be killed. Now, though, he simply doesn't care what kind of background he had.
"It sounds odd but... I didn't really remember until recently. I know it wasn't just some odd dream, since I can feel the coding. I don't know how it was for other combiners, but it feels like a large piece of me is missing."
no subject
When it came down to it, Starscream wasn't the worst leader, but there were soooo many better choices out there. So many that Sixshot didn't have a personal vendetta against.
"A lot of combiners describe that feeling when they're separated from their team." Sixshot loosens his grip and sets First Aid down on his lap, letting the medic decide if he wanted to go exploring or not. "Especially if it's a close knit team."