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He always seemed to know everything, mostly about physics and logistics. He was the Shockwave of the Autobots, that's the title you gave him. He was always working, almost sparked to it even. You could barely understand it-how could he love his work so much when all it was is stress and constant attention? He hardly paid you attention, that's for sure.
As you sat in that chair, watching Preceptor work his 'magic', all you could think of was how to get him to look at you. Even if you had a conversation he didn't look up from the data pad he stared at day in and day out. Even if you wanted to show him something he never looked up yet always acted as if he saw it, as if you were a burden to him.
At least, that's what you thought. That's what you saw it as. Kind of like a punishment for nothing in particular. You joined the Autobots mainly to stay by his side, he seemed so passionate about it. How could you say no when all he talked about was making everything right? When he asked for you to be by his side with him?
You looked at the floor beneath Preceptor's peds. The soft sound of metal against metal, it would be soothing of Preceptor wasn't pacing a trail into the floor. To the right, to the left. All he did was look down at his data pad, talk aloud to mainly himself, and then only look up to look at the mother board computer.
You were growing so tired of it all. You were starting to feel so drained, so mentally and even physically exhausted. So tired of no one listening, so tired of being ignored. You were so tired of being nothing but a shadow in his wake.
"Do you ever get tired?" You asked suddenly, your own tiredness making its way out. You had cut Preceptor off when you asked this. He seemed to pause for a second-only a second-before going back to his usual work.
"Of course I do, everyone does." He said simply, turning to the mother board computer and typing. He studied the contents of the cybertronian context before typing again.
"No," you said, looking up slowly from the ground. "I mean... Do you ever get tired of this? Of constantly working? Don't you ever want a break?"
"With the Decepticons ready to make their move at any moment?" Preceptor widened the screen and studied it further. "I wouldn't dream of it. Shockwave is constantly on the move with his work, Soundwave is constantly listening and watching our every move. I am the only one that can create something to protect the Autobots-to protect the remaining Cybertronians alive within the universe."
As he talked, he only worked faster, as if driven by his own words to work even harder than ever. You watched as he typed away his anger, his pain even. You slowly looked up to his cyan optics, watching as they danced across the screen and read so fast you couldn't even see where he was looking.
You were silent. Your optics slowly fell down to your lap, carefully grazing your digits over your servo. You took a deep breath before standing.
"Wheeljack is always an option. Ratchet may not know much, but he's also one to make magic happen, Preceptor. Hell, the Dinobots were created thanks to them." You made your way towards the door, wanting to do something other than sit around and watch your bondmate work his life away.
"Now hold on a moment," he called, still not looking away from the computer. "Where are you going? If you plan on leaving the city-"
"I think Spike would my company more than you," you snapped. You looked back, for the first time in near months to ever see him looking at you. His face was tired, just like yours. He looked at you confused, a bit of guilt tracing his face. "You should get back to work." You turned back around and left the building.
Preceptor called out for you, clenching the bridge of his nose. You were already gone. You had left the building and was probably on your way to find Spike.
He turned to his work, studying it all. What was he doing? Working, of course. But what was he doing to you? He could easily take time out of his day to spend time with you, yet all he did was work. You often had to tell him to stop working to get to recharge, though even that didn't seem to stop him. All he had on his mind was work, never you.
He sighed heavily and turned to the door. He thought a moment, wondering what he could do to make it better. Sure, he needed to be better for you with his actions, but what would he need to do to show that he wants to?
He placed a hand on his chin, thinking. Hm. If Wheeljack didn't blow something up, he could be of help. Ratchet might too, though Preceptor was very knowledgeable on how he acted when he was messed with. He tapped his audio receptor, tuning into Wheeljack's COM link.
"Wheeljack? Do you have a moment?"
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You sat at the edge of the pond. You stared into the water, an occasional fish coming into your line of sight. Spike was off with Hot Rod of course. Where else could you go? Go bother Kup? Arcee? Blaster? Hell, you would give Grimlock a shot of you felt up to it.
You let out a long sigh and held your head. You watched the fish swim around. You cracked a smile, finding it funny that even fish did more with their loved than Preceptor seemed to. You bit your derma and looked up at the sky.
It looked like it was going to rain, how great. What was better for today then having it rain? Everything.
You stood and kicked a rock. You huffed and started to walk back to the city, thinking. Thinking about Preceptor, the Autobots, Cybertron. You missed Cybertron, just like everyone else.
"Ey, {Y/N}!" You heard someone shout. You looked over to see Wheeljack. He bounded over with glee, his fins lighting up as he spoke. "Preceptor was looking for you! He wanted you to see him in the lab!"
You gave him a 'seriously?' look before you nodded. "Alright, I'll be there soon." Wheeljack nodded and ran off, somewhere more important you thought.
You took your time making your way to the lab. It wasn't very important, it was probably Preceptor wanting to talk to you about his work. You heard it constantly, as soon as you woke up to when you recharge. There was almost no end.
When you did finally get there, you looked at the floor as you walked in. "I'm here, Preceptor," you called as you walked to the main room. "What do you need?"
"Can you look up for me, darling?"
You looked up, a bit confused as to why he was taking to you like that. Your eyes widened seeing Preceptor there was a gentle smile, standing before you. There was no work, not datapads, the computer was to none of his concern.
"What's going on?" You asked, walking closer. He took your servos in his and smiled a little bigger, surprising you even more. "Preceptor?"
"I work a lot more than I should," he said calmly. "I'm sorry. I'll be off for the rest of the day. I was wondering if you'd like to... Ah," he moved and showed you the table behind him.
You looked and your eyes widened. "I-" you blinked, not realizing at first. After a second you realized it was an actual Cybertronian-sized stuffed animal. It was your favorite Earth animal. "When did you...?"
"Press the {paw/hoove/wing/flipper/fin/tail}," he said, motioning for you to take it. You looked at him before reaching and taking it. You studied it a moment before you pressed where he asked.
The soft little chimes of bells started to play. Your optics lit up a little, realizing it was your favorite Earth song. You looked up at him to see him smiling brighter then you've seen him.
"I take it you like it," he tilted his helm a bit and lowered it a bit. "Wheeljack works quickly when he's promised some new tools. He made the music box and it just so happens that Arcee knows how to make things like this. All thanks to the humans."
"I love it," you said. "Thank you... does this mean you won't work as much?" You held the animal closer, studying his cyan optics carefully.
"This means I'll work less," he cupped your cheek. "Does this mean you won't hate me as much?"
"Hate you? Never," you smiled and leaned into his servo. "Be angry and annoyed with you? Sometimes. But never will I hate you."
"That's a relief," he chuckled, more so out of nervousness. "How about we go for a walk, hm?"
You nodded. "That sound's great," you said. "How about out of the city? There's a wonderful pond filled with fish!"
"Yes," he took your servo and gently kissed the top of your head, which you would cherish. "That sounds lovely."
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Word Count: 1569
•Author's Note:
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