The Long Road Home
G1 Bluestreak
*The trip back from the mountain cave had been slow, Ironhide having kept close to the Datsun picking his way to the road on tender wheels and still not up to full speed once they actually reached the road, but at least it had been an easier trip than driving over branches and rocks and Primus only knows what else had been out there.
*Their arrival had been blessed relief, some awkward shifting and a few catching plates forced into place as he reverted to root mode, happy to be off his tires and let the burn fade away, doors drooping low and optics anywhere but Maggie as the femme was helped inside by the Major. Ironhide’s insistent hand on his back had probably been the only thing to push the gunner forward into the Shack, keeping his head down, mostly in shame but also just being so exhausted, plating cold from the rain and low energy but at least it was marginally cleaner than it had been before their trip back home.
*Another gentle nudge nearly sent him stumbling, caught up by strong arms and a familiar shade of red pain, weary optics lifting up towards Sideswipe for a moment to gauge his reaction, a soft murmur of apology drifting loose from an otherwise uncharacteristically silent vocalizer before his helm thunked back down to rest on the broad chest, cuddling close into the warmth radiating from beneath his plating*
[OOC: Sorry, y’all, this is a closed post. We’re actually taking a step backwards in the timeline to get some storyline stuff out of the way. If you have a reason to be involved, send a PM to me, kite, or tiny before cutting in, k? <3 ]
*The trip back from the mountain cave had been slow, Ironhide having kept close to the Datsun picking his way to the road on tender wheels and still not up to full speed once they actually reached the road, but at least it had been an easier trip than driving over branches and rocks and Primus only knows what else had been out there.
*Their arrival had been blessed relief, some awkward shifting and a few catching plates forced into place as he reverted to root mode, happy to be off his tires and let the burn fade away, doors drooping low and optics anywhere but Maggie as the femme was helped inside by the Major. Ironhide’s insistent hand on his back had probably been the only thing to push the gunner forward into the Shack, keeping his head down, mostly in shame but also just being so exhausted, plating cold from the rain and low energy but at least it was marginally cleaner than it had been before their trip back home.
*Another gentle nudge nearly sent him stumbling, caught up by strong arms and a familiar shade of red pain, weary optics lifting up towards Sideswipe for a moment to gauge his reaction, a soft murmur of apology drifting loose from an otherwise uncharacteristically silent vocalizer before his helm thunked back down to rest on the broad chest, cuddling close into the warmth radiating from beneath his plating*
[OOC: Sorry, y’all, this is a closed post. We’re actually taking a step backwards in the timeline to get some storyline stuff out of the way. If you have a reason to be involved, send a PM to me, kite, or tiny before cutting in, k? <3 ]