Flashback- Great Escape-Open

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Ironhide cycled his optics, trying to force fatigue clogged systems to function. Jazz... Jazz had said... had suggested...

It filtered through his spark like a burst of radiant heat. Carefully settling the sparkling against their chassis, Ironhide reached over, cupped his cohortmate's face between both hands, and tugged Jazz close enough to kiss with sound thoroughness. "Love yeh," he mumbled thickly, pressing another kiss to the saboteur's mouth, his chin, his cheek. "Best idea. Brilliant. Should've thought've it before. Best mate. Yes, yes, please?"

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Jazz laughed as he was soundly kissed. ::Mmm, figured you'd like that idea. Putting it somewhere Blue won't get at it might take some doing. Might enlist Ratchet's help. Maybe put it in when he has Blue down for hir next physical. Preeeetty sure that Ratchet'll be fine with tracking the bitlet. Red'll definitely be fine with it. Surprised he hasn't mentioned it yet.::

Jazz's hands raised to rest on Ironhide's collar fairing. Now that he wasn't afraid of getting pulverized for Losing the Sparkling, he had more processing power to devote to being glad that his cohortmate was functioning and well and HERE. And also incredibly tired if the blurring of Ironhide's glyphs was any indication.

Jazz leaned forward, giving a last kiss and resting their helms together, pulsing love-safe-home-stand-down. ::Love you, too. I'll take care of it. Cycle down, soldier. I've got you.::

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Blustreak managed to make a tiny little sigh, not unlike any other child's sigh as they have to deal with family being far too mushy for their tastes. A few more soft coos as ou snuggled in close to Ironhides chest, close to his spark as ou shutters hir optics. It had been a long day for the sparkling. The escape, adventure, finding 'Lita and Prham, Then getting home and played with Jazz.

A few more soft coos and chirps was all there was before the little bitlet was out and in recharge.

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Jazz's explanation was so much white noise, a reassuring rush of glyphs and sound that meant only that his cohortmate had a plan and would take care of it. Ironhide pulsed love back, glyphs sloppy with exhaustion as he let himself relax into the reassuring closeness of sparkling and mate, pressed to his plates and touching, safely within reach.

Stand-down, Jazz's glyphs insisted, and it was a directive Ironhide couldn't fight. Optics spiraling shut, he was only kliks behind Bluestreak, systems synching easily into harmony with the tiny sparkling systems tucked against his chestplates, leaving the slow ebb and pulse of recharging systems the only sound to be heard.


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