Sticky Response Pt 3

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FIC: By Nature Winged – TFP – Insecticon/Vehicon – Courtship/Claiming, Doggy Style Part 6

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He onlined sometime later and checked his scrambled chronometer. He’d been out for fifteen breems, but his tank was still mostly full. Already his processor was clearer and his damaged gyro no longer sent waves of dizziness through him when he tried to sit up. A residual damage report strongly recommended not straining it in battle or transformation, but he was well on the road to recovery. Rolling himself upright, he stared dully around his berthroom. Speedtrap’s berth was empty; probably off on a mission or in the mess.

As he shifted, his foot bumped against something tucked under his berth, jammed against his storage boxes, as though it had been awkwardly shoved there. Puzzled, he bent over, slowly so as not to strain his gyro, and groped for the object.

A maintenance kit, he was startled to see. Not new, the black casing bore dents and scratches aplenty, but when he opened it he found it fully stocked: a block of wax, good quality by the shade of it, a handful of small brushes for detailing work, a square of mesh for buffing.

And a full bottle of oil.

For a time he could only stare at it, uncomprehending. Had Speedtrap left it for him? He always seemed to be able to get his servos on high grade or wax or the dozen other little accoutrements which were in short supply. But then practicality kicked in and he popped the lid. Ultimately it was irrelevant who had left or lost it. Shifting his right cannon through a partial transformation, he directed a fine stream of oil into the seams. He waited a few moments, allowing the oil to trickle through his components, before transforming it completely. Plating moved smoothly, gears no longer grinding and he felt the sudden absence of discomfort in a way which was almost as acute as pain.

He was in working order, mostly, he had a fully stocked maintenance kit for the first time in vorns, and he still had a cycle and a half of leave.

Slag it all, I’m going for a wash.