FIC! Waiting(Part 10)
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"I'm tellin' ya, 'Hide-we ought ta wait for someone ta pick us up!" Wheeljack repeated his previous statement, as he leaned heavily on a crumbled wall. This argument had been going on for a while now, the inventor trying to stay in one place, and his new, unexpected passenger intent on hijacking his(their?) frame and hauling aft across the ruined Chicago cityscape.
"Ratch mayn't have that much time!" Ironhide snarled in reply, struggling for control and, momentarily, gaining it. Clinging fiercely, the weapons' master forced the Lancia's chassis to stagger forward several blocks.
"Ya don' even know where ya're goin'! We're lost!" Wheeljack snapped, wresting his own functions back just long enough to send out another Beacon.
"Will ya stop that?! Yer gonna call ever' 'Con in tha slaggin' universe down on us!" Ironhide fairly roared, then took advantage to barrel down an alley, desperate to get away from the Pulse's origin point.
"Tol' ya b'fore- they've FLED! ALL of 'em!" the inventor retorted in exasperation. "My scans would'a shown 'em!"
"Frag yer scans!"
"Dammit, 'Hide! I know ya're worried fer Ratch! I AM TOO! But, this isn' gettin' us anywhere! If we'd stayed put, like I said-two hours ago-we'd be on our way back ta where-evar th' temp base is by now!" Wheeljack yelled, sinking to the shattered pavement.
"Ah jus'...dammit, 'Jacks! Ah c'n FEEL 'im! He's hurtin'! Ah can't jus' sit here! Ah gotta help 'im!"
"Ya think I CAN'T feel him? Like I haven' felt it ev'ry damn day since I met tha two'a ya? Primus, I love ya both so MUCH! I promise ya, we'll find him-but, we gotta sit tight an' let transport come f'r us. Please, 'Hide-trust meh?"
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