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It was Hard. very Hard. The medic had considered barging into one of the quarters and grabbing one off any sleeping bot, but he wasn’t willing to leave any bot sleeping in the cold (except for wheeljack). he went through every room in the base that didn’t have a bot in them, but there was nothing that can be used as a blanket in any of them (unless smokescreen is willing to sleep under a box).
So the medic caved, and decided to get one from… the prime. He slowly lifted the door to their shared quarters, and went to the sleeping prime. The prime was in the same position he saw him before he left, back facing the entrance. With A blanket covering his pedes, he knew Optimus didn’t need the blanket, giving it to ratchet whenever they slept, but the medic still felt guilty taking it from him.
The medic slowly pulled the blanket, till the prime reacted by moving his pedes. so the medic decided to grab the blanket and yank it off the sleeping prime. leaving the recharge slab with a whoosh, the prime moved his position a bit, resting his helm on his servo.
the medic was relieved on his successful blanket heist, he was more glad that he didn’t wake up his old friend. but right now he was heading to the speedster’s quarter with a blanket overflowing in his arms.
His quarter’s door was opened, and so he entered.
The young bot was surprised by the size of the blanket. It was big enough to cover the whole base!
“whoa! Where did you get that?” the speedster quizzed
The medic wrapped the blanket around the young bot, tucking the ends of it under the speedster’s pedes.
“got it off prime” the medic replied
“oh! did prime notice?” the young bot’s voice had a hint of concern
“no” the medic bluntly told
The speedster nudged himself to the left, allowing the medic to sit next to him. The atmosphere was awkward. The young bot was staring at The older bot with his wide teal optics just to blink, and he was staring back with his bright blue optics.
furrowing his optic ridges “go to sleep” the medic instructed
“I can’t” the speedster blurted
“Well, what do you want me to do? tell you a story?” the medic tone was sarcastic
“yeah!” the young bot jolted from his recharge slab hearing those words tell a story, the medic forgot about the speedster’s love for those. He would usually ask about stories of the prime’s heroics, flawless victories and epic battles.
“Well, do you want to hear about the time Optimus held off an army of decepticons while escorting refugees?” the medic suggested, It was one of his favorites if he recalled correctly.
“Nah, bulkhead told me about it weeks ago” the speedster waved off “I want to hear about how you and optimus met!” he exclaimed “Ya’ know, back when he was orion pax” he brought up
Orion pax…The medic didn’t hear name in a long time. He was surprised that the young bot even knows Optimus’s former name, but he did work under alpha tron, there’s a million ways how he could’ve known his name under his mentoring.
the medic chuckled “Well I supposed I could” he said with a smile, to which the speedster fixed his position, and prepared himself for a long story, or at least he hoped it would be one.He recited his good memories with his first meeting with the prime, not leaving any details, mentioning every attribute of that day. He even went on to the next day, and he went to the whole week, recalling the events fondly.
When he finished, It left a smile on his faceplate. He turned to the speedster, looking for his input on that story, only to find the young bot slack-jaw and asleep. The medic let out a quiet chuckle and pulled the blanket over the speedster’s shoulders.
“Good night, young engineer.”