TF(OC): Tracking on Through
Rating: PG
Series: G1
Summary: Stranded after a battle, Tracer and Trailbreaker share a tender moment.
Warnings: Mentions of previous violence
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 Caring, requested by el_esteleth .
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
It had been a quick attack, of that she was grateful. What she was not grateful for was the fact that they were now stranded, out of radio communication with the Ark and Trailbreaker was injured. Just mere coincidence that Starscream and his trine had flown overhead and decided to play ‘Shoot the Autobot’.
Once they had flown off and disappeared from her sensors, she crawled over to Trailbreaker, quickly checking and patching what she could of the damage he’d taken.
“’Breaker… can you hear me?” A soft murmur reassured her and she tried to put out a call to the Ark for a medic.
“Frag… we’re on our own for the moment ‘Breaker.” Carefully, she manoeuvred Trailbreaker so his head was resting comfortably on her legs - the best she could do for now. Unsubspacing her gun, she laid that on the ground within easy reach.
“It’ll be okay. Comms will come back up soon and we can get you back to the Ark. I’ll take care of you.” Stroking the side of his helmet reassuringly, she watched his optic band flicker as he slipped into stasis.
“Always take care of you like you take care of me…” She whispered.
Series: G1
Summary: Stranded after a battle, Tracer and Trailbreaker share a tender moment.
Warnings: Mentions of previous violence
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 Caring, requested by el_esteleth .
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
It had been a quick attack, of that she was grateful. What she was not grateful for was the fact that they were now stranded, out of radio communication with the Ark and Trailbreaker was injured. Just mere coincidence that Starscream and his trine had flown overhead and decided to play ‘Shoot the Autobot’.
Once they had flown off and disappeared from her sensors, she crawled over to Trailbreaker, quickly checking and patching what she could of the damage he’d taken.
“’Breaker… can you hear me?” A soft murmur reassured her and she tried to put out a call to the Ark for a medic.
“Frag… we’re on our own for the moment ‘Breaker.” Carefully, she manoeuvred Trailbreaker so his head was resting comfortably on her legs - the best she could do for now. Unsubspacing her gun, she laid that on the ground within easy reach.
“It’ll be okay. Comms will come back up soon and we can get you back to the Ark. I’ll take care of you.” Stroking the side of his helmet reassuringly, she watched his optic band flicker as he slipped into stasis.
“Always take care of you like you take care of me…” She whispered.