TF: It’s What Partners Do
Rating: PG
Series: G1
Pairings: Trailbreaker/Tracer
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: Because I had need of my ‘Trailbreaker’ last night.
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno
Font used: Ten Million Fireflies
“How’s my little kitten?” Trailbreaker asked as he stepped into their quarters to see Tracer curled up on their berth. Tracer lifted her head up and looked at him.
“Mnrgle.”
“That good, huh?” He sat down on the berth and stroked her helm. She let out a small moan and curled closer to him, resting her head on his thigh.
“You know Prowl says you’re not to blame, right?” He reminded her. Tracer didn’t answer, but burrowed a little closer.
“Even Prime says it wasn’t your fault.” He continued. “We didn’t know, so we couldn’t plan. Intelligence hadn’t reported anything like that invention. Decepticons must have been keeping it well hidden for once.”
“Doesn’t change the fact that I failed.” Tracer mumbled into the plating on Trailbreaker’s thigh.
“Trace… you didn’t fail.” He hoisted her up into his lap easily, tilting her chin up so he could look her in the optics. “You didn’t fail, it wasn’t your fault, and no-one blames you.”
“I do.” She ducked her head and leant against Trailbreaker.
“Self-recrimination is always the worst.” Trailbreaker agreed, petting her helm. “But you know, in a few days, you’ll be able to look back on this and work out where you could improve.”
“Being reformatted?”
“Now that’s just silly. Besides, Ratchet will only reformat with a valid reason. Like the Twins.” Tracer let out a little laugh.
“That’s better.” He kissed the top of her helm, wrapping his arms around her and leaning back on the berth. “Besides, you think you’ve got it bad? Try planning and factoring in that invention. When we don’t even know exactly what it does.”
“You’ll manage.” Tracer murmured, optics flickering offline, safe in the warmth of Trailbreaker’s embrace. “You always do.”
“Doesn’t mean it’s not hard to do it though.”
“Yeah…” Tracer nodded, and they lapsed into silence.
“’Breaker?”
“Hmmm?” Trailbreaker onlined his visor. He’d been on the verge of recharge.
“Thanks.”
“Always here for you Tracer.”