Ep0.5 - 'Like Old Times' - Closed
Apr 10, 2012 17:39:40 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2012 17:39:40 GMT -5
<<OOC: Set 3 days after 'All Good Things'>>
Sideswipe hadn't moved in ten hours. That he hadn't left his twin's side for two days (the first he'd been bodily locked out of the Medbay, and thus had sat in the corridor outside the doors) wasn't surprising to Cleaver - she'd seen this behaviour before. She'd not seen Sideswipe sit on the edge of his brother's berth, unmoving and unspeaking, for this long before.
Sideswipe sitting still at all was troubling.
Cleaver hadn't left the Autobot base since Optimus had called her in to provide medical support, communicating with the Neutral base via comm.s and just trusting/praying that Moonshot and Cat would keep themselves out of trouble whilst she was gone. She couldn't stay here much longer, however. The sparkling needed the supplements she'd ground together and stored in her own Medbay, for a start, and this simply wasn't home to her. Having Ironhide within longwave didn't make up for the fact that this was an Autobot military base, and being inside of it this long was making her mesh crawl.
Her own ration already downed, Cleaver carried Sideswipe's to him as she approached the berth. Her optics skimmed over the readouts on Ratchet's monitors, her own scanning confirming the same, before she forcibly 'nudged' the cube into the red mech's servos.
"Drink up, or I'll do it with a tube." Her field twined with his, synching up so easily that it almost felt like homesickness. When he didn't move or speak, she wrapped an arm around his chassis and guided him into her.
Sideswipe hadn't moved in ten hours. That he hadn't left his twin's side for two days (the first he'd been bodily locked out of the Medbay, and thus had sat in the corridor outside the doors) wasn't surprising to Cleaver - she'd seen this behaviour before. She'd not seen Sideswipe sit on the edge of his brother's berth, unmoving and unspeaking, for this long before.
Sideswipe sitting still at all was troubling.
Cleaver hadn't left the Autobot base since Optimus had called her in to provide medical support, communicating with the Neutral base via comm.s and just trusting/praying that Moonshot and Cat would keep themselves out of trouble whilst she was gone. She couldn't stay here much longer, however. The sparkling needed the supplements she'd ground together and stored in her own Medbay, for a start, and this simply wasn't home to her. Having Ironhide within longwave didn't make up for the fact that this was an Autobot military base, and being inside of it this long was making her mesh crawl.
Her own ration already downed, Cleaver carried Sideswipe's to him as she approached the berth. Her optics skimmed over the readouts on Ratchet's monitors, her own scanning confirming the same, before she forcibly 'nudged' the cube into the red mech's servos.
"Drink up, or I'll do it with a tube." Her field twined with his, synching up so easily that it almost felt like homesickness. When he didn't move or speak, she wrapped an arm around his chassis and guided him into her.