Pairings/Prompt: G1: Sunstreaker/Trailbreaker – trick – falling apart
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: I had fun doing the prowlxjazz Anniversary Challenge,
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno
“No!” Trailbreaker cried out, raising his hands and activating his forcefield. Sunstreaker was falling, and if he didn’t do anything to stop it, he was going to land hard. And there was no way Trailbreaker wanted that. For more reasons that not wanting to listen to Sunstreaker bitch about his scratched paint.
His forcefields caught Sunstreaker before he hit the ground, cushioning his fall. He still was severely damaged, but Trailbreaker consoled himself that the damage could have been worse. Not that it made it any easier to look at. He deliberately left his forcefields on, surrounding Sunstreaker and manipulating him towards Ratchet. The medic nodded, motioning for Trailbreaker to lower him to the ground and set to work. Once his forcefields were off, Trailbreaker sagged.
“’Breaker?” Hound came up to stand by his friend. “He’s gonna be okay, Ratchet’ll fix him.”
“Yeah…” Trailbreaker nodded slowly, not sounding convinced. Hound ushered him towards Ratchet and Sunstreaker.
“Let’s get home. Autobots, roll out.” Prime gave the command, and the injured were loaded into his trailer. Trailbreaker helped load Sunstreaker into Ratchet.
Trailbreaker paced outside the medbay, Sideswipe right along with him. The two mechs that cared most about Sunstreaker on the Ark.
“He’s gonna be fine.” Sideswipe murmured. “He’s been worse than this before.” Trailbreaker nodded, vocaliser catching as he tried to say something, anything.
“Hate this.” He finally managed, sinking to his knees.
“Hey hey.” Sideswipe crouched next to him. “No falling apart on me now. Sunny’s counting on you being there when he wakes up.”
“Just…” Trailbreaker looked at Sideswipe; even with the visor, the pain was written on his face.
“I know. First time you’ve really seen him this badly injured since you started this relationship.” Sideswipe sounded flippant, but he was serious. “Which is why I’m telling you, I’ve seen him worse. Much worse.”
“Not making me feel better.” Trailbreaker put in weakly. Sideswipe laughed and clapped him on the shoulder.
“That’s better.” Sideswipe stood back up, freezing as the medbay doors opened.
“He’s stable.” Ratchet said, leaning against the wall tiredly, cleaning his hands. “You can go in now. He’ll be waking up soon, and I’m sure you both want to be there.” Trailbreaker rushed in, desperate to see Sunstreaker. Sideswipe smiled as he watched the large mech disappear.
“Thanks Ratch’.” He nodded, leaning down to kiss Ratchet’s chevron. “Now go get yourself some rest and recharge.”
“Yes sir.” Ratchet retorted, snapping the cloth in his direction, but he pushed away from the door and headed for his quarters. Sideswipe followed and waited outside, wanting to give Trailbreaker the time with his brother.