Rating: PG
Series: G1
Summary: Tracer is convinced she doesn’t need a vacation. Trailbreaker thinks otherwise.
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 On-Vacation, requested by
el_esteleth.
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
“It’s called a vacation Trace. And you need one.”
“What?” A slight pause. “I do not!”
“Prowl’s had you out tracking virtually every day. You’ve come back exhausted.”
“So you took it upon yourself to tell Prowl that I couldn’t cope?” Accusation.
“No! It was Ratchet who discretely reminded Prowl that certain trackers need rest regardless of whether they think they do or not. Much like certain tacticians. So Prowl made sure we both had some time off before taking some time off himself.”
“Oh…” Deflated, there was little she could say.
“Drink this.” Trailbreaker passed her a cube of energon, one hand resting on her shoulders as he sat down next to her. Accepting the energon, Tracer relaxed, leaning against Trailbreaker’s much larger frame as she slowly sipped from the cube.
“So where exactly are we going and what exactly are we doing?”
“Now that’s my little secret.” Trailbreaker smiled down at her, nuzzling against the top of her helmet.
Nestled against Trailbreaker, the sun setting on the horizon, casting a brilliant play of colors across the landscape, Tracer decided that she could get used to this vacation thing after all.