Complex Robotics

Aftermath

I so dearly hoped they were safe. They meant the world to me, and it was killing me that I couldn't get a hold of them. I didn't try much after the first time...when someone cut the power. A tiny shiver ran down my spine at the thought. My first thought was Sunstreaker, but I wasn't so sure why he'd want to cut the phone line. He keeps raising two fingers to his head, which I knew from watching Sideswipe, meant that they were communicating. But every time he did, he'd scowl and start growling out curse words.

Which I assumed meant this communication technique failed. Then there was Quickshift, but I dismissed that one instantly. It didn't make sense, and nothing was adding up. But I kept the thoughts to myself as I swallowed the pills down with some water. Quickshift carefully made his way out of the hole, and dropped back down the cement floor of the warehouse.

"There! Mr. Sunshine is fixed." Quickshift smirked, at the almost immediate reaction.

"Call me that again and it will be the last thing you ever say, little bot." He snarled.

"Oh yeah? I'd like ta see ya try, Auto-glitch."

"Hey now," I warned, "What did I say about name-calling and death threats?"

Quickshift sighed dramatically, crossing his arms, "Fine. I'm sorry...that I didn't call ya an 'Auto-glitch' sooner!"

"You little-!" Sunstreaker growled, hands swooping down to grab at the red mini bot. The said mini bot snickered, dodging and maneuvering around his grabs for him skillfully. This only made Sunstreaker even more pissed as his engine growled loud enough for Canada to hear. "- pit-spawned slagger!"

Quickshift dodged another swoop, grinning wickedly, and I sighed. Two days ago he wouldn't go near ten feet of the large Autobot, now he takes every oppurtunity given to get on his nerves. If anything, his behavior reminded me of Sideswipe.

"Retreat!" Quickshift yelled, wheeling past me as Sunstreaker got to his feet, nearly crushing the support beams that made up half the ceiling in his haste.

"Get over here you little glitch!" He growled.

Quickshift transformed down into his tiny red race car, zooming under Sunstreaker's feet before parking himself right behind me. Sunstreaker brought his murderous glare to me, and I vaguely wondered if he smack me out of the way to get to the little red bot. Usually I'd doubt it, but right now it seemed like he was just about ready to rip some heads off. His short temper is probably the reason Quickshift liked to bother him so much.

"S-Sunstreaker." I warned calmly, even though my lips trembled.

He glared at me for a long time, still looking homicidal as his breaths were short and heavy. Finally, the anger seemed to evaporate, and his shoulders slumped as the fury faded from his cobalt eyes. All that was left was mild annoyance...and longing?

I blinked, making sure what I was seeing was true. For a moment, when a scowl wasn't marring his features, I could see the true, barely-veiled pain in his eyes. There were so many emotions running through them, I could only imagine what he was going through. But just like that, the moment was over and his optics dulled.

Just like that, the trance was broken. And his scowl returned...but less intensifying as they usually were. He transformed down into the beautiful golden Lamborghini, even though the paint was chipped and faded in many places.

"I'm going out to require more resources. I will be back in a few hours." His radio crackled through the open window.

"Could I...come with you?" I asked quietly, in hopes of getting out of the warehouse. It was starting to become claustrophobic.