Let's Roll Out, Mate! [BOOK 1]

CHAPTER 62: YOU'RE OKAY!

Smokescreen groaned tiredly, he was once again in a world of nothingness. He's been visiting that place an awful lot lately. Strangely, he's starting to more or less get used to it. Why not? After all when he was there he had nothing to worry about. No war, no violence, no Decepticons and no.....friends or family or happiness or love.

Ok, it was lonely, maybe it's time to go back to reality. Speaking of which how did he end up here to begin with?

Then he remembered. 'That's right, the cons got me. They poked around inside of me and got the info on the other keys and another key itself, scrap, but.....I snagged them back right? And...Knockout, that slagger injured me and I was losing energon, then I jumped off the Nemesis and saved my aft just in time and then.......' he couldn't remember pass that and came to only one conclusion.

He groggily opened his optics and looked around. As his blurry vision became clearer, he was relieved to find himself on a cot inside the med bay in the Autobot's base and not tied to a slab in some Decepticon dungeon.

'I did it, I escaped. Smokescreen you rock!' he mentally congratulated himself. It was then he became aware of the numbed but burning pain on his chassis and door wings. Blinking he also realized he was lying on the cot sideways. He turned his helm around and saw the wound on his door wings was now bandaged up. He twitched it a bit and it sent a wave of aching pain through it but...at least it was fixed.

He then looked down and saw that the gashes on his chassis were welded up, the only reminder that they were there being the faint jagged lines he could make out if he squinted hard enough. The other cuts seem to have either naturally healed or been welded. He also traced a digit across his faceplate where he felt a faint line where Knockout had slashed him.

He also felt something on his servo. Another brace? No, it feels too soft and warm to be that. Another sling? Nah, his servo wasn't that injured.

"Smokes.....wake up......" he heard a sleepy voice mumble, evidently the owner wasn't fully awake herself. He recognized that voice anywhere. He looked down and saw Evelyn right there, sleeping on his servo. Her arms were crossed and her head was on it, tilted sideways. She seemed to be in a half-kneeling half-lying position.

Smokescreen smiled, seeing her made him instantly forget about the pain on his chassis. He gently nudged her with a digit. "Morning Sunshine." He said.

Evelyn blinked, did she hear that right or was she dreaming? She opened her eyes and her warm brown eyes made contact with those beautiful optics she's been waiting to see for so long.

"Smokes!" she cried instantly awake. She rushed forward and hugged his faceplate. Her body racked with sobs of relief and tears of pure joy dripped down her eyes. 'Bugger I'm becoming a crybaby.' She thought but couldn't care less; her guardian was awake and alive!

"Thank god.....thank god.....you're okay." Was all she could mutter over and over again

She nuzzled her face against his, her forehead against his smooth metal cold one. Smokescreen didn't mind and leaned into it. It felt so.....nice, feeling his partner's soft warm skin against his metal plating. He leaned into it, even though his face was twice the size of hers, the warmth enveloped him and re-energized him.

"I thought I'd lost you for good." Evelyn whispered through her sniffles.

"I promised, and I'm a bot of my word remember?" Smokescreen said. Then he cupped her head with his other servo. "Sorry I scared ya."

Evelyn scowled and flicked him on the spot where a nose would be. "Darn right you did! You came through that groundbridge looking like you just battled hellhounds!" she said.