TF (OC): Tracking on Through
Rating: PG
Series: G1
Summary: After having fallen into recharge on Trailbreaker, Tracer is faced with a dilemma she’s really not sure she knows how to handle.
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: For the 28s Meme - find the claim page here! This is Angsty, requested by mmouse15 . Takes place after Chapter 14 of Searchin’, but you don’t need to have read that to understand this - hopefully I explain it all.
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
Tracer ignored him as he entered the rec room, deliberately avoiding his gaze. Inferno slumped a little, just knowing he was in trouble for the previous night. But never let it be said that he avoided a challenge. Grabbing himself (and Tracer) some energon, he sat down at her table, rather grateful that she hadn’t sat in ‘Minibot Corner’, else he would have never been able to fit (well, he might have fitted, but it would have probably required Hoist or Ratchet to get him back out again).
Without speaking, he slid a cube across the table to her. His next actions would more than likely depend on her reaction. She picked up the cube and nodded her thanks.
They sat in silence for some time before Tracer finally spoke.
“So who carried me back last night? You?” Inferno paused, energon cube halfway to his mouth.
“Er… well ya see we figured that Trailbreaker could just as easily carry ya back…”
“Trailbreaker?” Inferno wasn’t quite sure whether Tracer’s tone was full of mortification or embarrassment.
“Yeah, ya like the mech an’ he likes you. What’s the problem?” As Tracer hid her face in her hands, Inferno really wondered why he was doing this. Femmes were just so contrary.
“The problem is I don’t know what to do about it.” She hissed at him.
“Oh. Why dontcha just tell him how ya feel?”
“Because… because I can’t.” Tracer ground out. Inferno stared at her, thoroughly confused now.
“Ya know, I just don’t understand ya Trace.” He muttered.
“How do you know he likes me?” She asked quietly.
“He let ya fall into recharge on him Trace. What more proof do ya need?”
“Just because he did that doesn’t mean anything. You let me fall into recharge on you!”
“Trace…” How could he convince her? “Look, you an’ me, we’re friends right? We’ve been through a lot together that kind gives us the familiarity that we got.”
“And?”
“For Trailbreaker ta just let ya recharge on ‘him like, given that ya ain’t known each other that long, must mean somethin’ right?”
“I suppose.”
“Well then.” Inferno sat back, relieved that he seemed to be making some sort of headway.
“Still don’t know what to do about it though.” Tracer admitted in a small voice. Inferno sighed.
“Love ain’t easy Trace. Here’s what ya need ta do.” He leant forward and they started making plans.