Ep 0.5 - Tradition - Closed
Jul 6, 2012 22:53:31 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2012 22:53:31 GMT -5
Ironhide gave Shadow the better part of a week without so much as a word; just stood back and watched the femme go from duty shift to her quarters and out on the solitary drives she preferred, with nothing except the time it took to traverse the corridors inbetween. No words, no contact, no racing around the base with Bumblebee - no interaction with anyone where she could avoid it, and quick, perfunctory things where she couldn't.
He stood back and sat on his hands and waited, because NOT waiting was, he was almost certain, what had caused this in the first place. He held his peace and only checked the duty logs, making sure that she was still logging on them, until their end-of-week second lesson timeslot was fast approaching and Shadow was still doing her very best to embody her name as an insubstantial shadow haunting the base.
It was pushing it, and he knew it, but there was a fine line between enough distance to get some perspective and to cycle your systems fresh, and too much distance in which a processor could convince itself of the slagging stupidest things. Ironhide was well aware of that pitfall - had been down it and had to climb his way out of the smelter from it several times himself - and the sad truth was that Labyrinth had laid far too twisted of a minefield through an impressionable young processor for anyone's peace of mind. Left on her own too long, Ironhide wasn't sure any of them would be able to piece out where Shadowrunner's conclusions had taken her, or why.
Which was why, the night before she would have to either come to him on her own or default on a scheduled lesson, found Shadowrunner with a long patrol scheduled that brought her back to base late. From patrol she went directly to her quarters and fifteen kliks after that found Ironhide at her door, pinging her with a wordless request.
And if there was one cube of high grade in his hand and several more shoved into his subspace, well... some discussions were best had with preparation first. Besides, overcharged confessions and bonding ranked right up there with 'embarrassing positions on the floor' for things which looked to quickly become a Shadowrunner and Ironhide tradition. Far be it from him to break a burgeoning tradition. Not when he suspected he was going to need the high grade just as much as she did.
He stood back and sat on his hands and waited, because NOT waiting was, he was almost certain, what had caused this in the first place. He held his peace and only checked the duty logs, making sure that she was still logging on them, until their end-of-week second lesson timeslot was fast approaching and Shadow was still doing her very best to embody her name as an insubstantial shadow haunting the base.
It was pushing it, and he knew it, but there was a fine line between enough distance to get some perspective and to cycle your systems fresh, and too much distance in which a processor could convince itself of the slagging stupidest things. Ironhide was well aware of that pitfall - had been down it and had to climb his way out of the smelter from it several times himself - and the sad truth was that Labyrinth had laid far too twisted of a minefield through an impressionable young processor for anyone's peace of mind. Left on her own too long, Ironhide wasn't sure any of them would be able to piece out where Shadowrunner's conclusions had taken her, or why.
Which was why, the night before she would have to either come to him on her own or default on a scheduled lesson, found Shadowrunner with a long patrol scheduled that brought her back to base late. From patrol she went directly to her quarters and fifteen kliks after that found Ironhide at her door, pinging her with a wordless request.
And if there was one cube of high grade in his hand and several more shoved into his subspace, well... some discussions were best had with preparation first. Besides, overcharged confessions and bonding ranked right up there with 'embarrassing positions on the floor' for things which looked to quickly become a Shadowrunner and Ironhide tradition. Far be it from him to break a burgeoning tradition. Not when he suspected he was going to need the high grade just as much as she did.