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but bitter and sincere. A kiss was placed upon Bad Apple’s uninjured shoulder to seal these promises.]

Cherry.]

You are safe. You will be fully restored and kept from any threat. You will be untouchable, my sweet, dear Apple. I will ensure your poison is far more potent than anyone can endure or hope to survive.

[The words spoken were hushed,—

[As the fabricator whirled into productivity, Oil Slick returned to Bad Apple’s berth side. He looked down upon his desolated mate and laid a servo upon him as a means of comfort.

Then, with a soft, sad vocalization, Oil Slick bent to place his upper frame upon Bad Apple’s, along side of—

Cherry, it’s fine. We’ll attend to one issue at a time. Bad Apple’s injuries are more pressing.

[Once the taller Decepticon was satisfied with the state of the shoulder interior, he stepped away to place the damaged joint into the fabricator, to be scanned and replicated.]

such a test qualifies as an unnecessary redundancy.

[After a glance between the assay kit and his Apple’s significant negative reaction, Oil Slick brought a calming servo to stroke the side of Bad Apple’s helm, his claws folded to run their backs against muted metal.]

It is up to you. Unless there’s a gap in your memory,—

the joint housing was cleaned out, then Oil Slick began the work of repairing torn lines which ran into and posterior to the joint, using the prepared flex alloy.]

announced himself, and seems… different. Soundwave is the same as always. General Breakout made an announcement that he has returned— from where I am unsure. I haven’t seen much of high command, other than vague messages from Shockwave, as is his usual.

[The internal of—

[Oil Slick thought the question over as he uncoupled the destroyed joint from its housing and eased it out of Bad Apple’s shoulder, to then place to one side.]

…As I have alluded to: General Strika, Whistletune, Cyclonus, and even the odd mech he was keeping, Tailgate, are gone. Lord Megatron has—

it was removed.

Using a small tube suction, Oil Slick removed excess fluids and small debris, then went over the wound with cleaning cloths to prep.]

[With an incline of his helm, the chemist set aside these tools and turned to prepare several pieces of the flex alloy on a tray.

There were three damaged lines that he could visualize currently, and he suspected by the amount of spill that there would be more beneath the joint once—

and guided its tip to inject into lines which fed into the medic’s injured limb.

He tested the injection’s effectiveness with the flat of an operating blade.]

Has sensation faded?

[His Apple’s woody substrate was visible to him here, but Oil Slick didn’t deem it necessary to point this out.]

Yes. Not the limb in its entirety, but the joint proper; we should have the materials on hand.

[In agreement, Oil Slick came to bend down over Bad Apple’s exposed shoulder intricacies, his voice drifting just so as he selected a syringe of localized pain suppressant—

out of necessity and overlap in knowledge, he was open to advice from Bad Apple when it came to replacing a load bearing joint.]

The complete perforation suggests we cannot avoid a full replacement. Do you concur?

[In agreement, Oil Slick guided the medic to lay down on his back upon the berth, within his own domain.]

I may require your guidance in this.

[Though the older Decepticon had experience in acting as medic—

Well, thank you, Cherry.

[The chemist recognized the turbofox’s work, and also how unusually quiet she was. Perhaps she had also been subdued by worry.

The scanner was raised into position and diodes placed to facilitate a full diagnostic.]

We should see about repairing your shoulder.

first.

Oil Slick backed the shorter medic against a medical berth, then helped to lift him onto it. From a near by shelf he acquired a cube of medical grade fuel and handed it to Bad Apple to drink.]

Drink while I prepare things.

My sweet Apple.

[The taller mech stooped slightly to take Bad Apple’s lips with his own and claim them possessively.]

Nothing and no one will reach you here. You’re safe with me. Forever.

[As much as it may be tempting to fall into distraction, his dear teammate was in need of medical care—

that Oil Slick deemed them safe enough to hug Bad Apple to himself with relief.]

I didn’t know what to think. The disappearances have been numerous, but you are the only one I care about. If the whole of the Decepticons have abandoned us, we will persist together.

[With a nod, Oil Slick placed a kiss upon Bad Apple’s forehead and ushered them quickly inside.

The interior of the ship had collected a thin layer of dust and mild signs of disuse, which did collaborate the green mech’s time line. It wasn’t until they were safe within the medbay proper—

wasn’t an impossibility, considering the level of grief Oil Slick had experienced while alone.

They neared the camouflaged ship and the motorcycle alt quickly transformed, ready to get them all inside.]

[Almost doubting himself, Oil Slick glanced at Cherry through his altmode proximity cameras, looking for confirmation.]

It’s been almost a complete lunar cycle that you’ve been gone from me, my dearest. That’s how I came to believe you must truly be gone. Unless my chronometer is glitching.

[It—

but considering how near their enemy may also be, this also made Oil Slick uneasy. What if the ship which they planned to use as a safe haven wasn’t a secret?]

I was…

[Oil Slick started to say, but paused to be thoughtful.]

You’ve been gone a long time, Bad. Did they… feed you well while they had you? We can replenish you in the medbay. Check all of your fuel and fluid levels throughly.

[It was fortunate for some purposes that the ship wasn’t far off,—

patrols and any other duties which involve risk should be suspended, until we receive new orders which specify otherwise.

and Cherry too.

[Their reunion here, out in the open, felt unsafe. The ‘cycle mech broke away soon enough, and beckoned for Bad to transform as he did and follow.]

Stay just beside me. I don’t like us out here. I believe that…—

[Once he was satisfied with the scanner’s results Oil Slick hugged Bad again, allowing his concerned field to intermingle with his teammate’s and take in the weight and warmth of a frame which his own frame had become so accustomed to fit within his arms, and within the arms of.]

Yes,—

and barricade ourselves within, and once you are prepared to, commence repairs. We are the only remaining members of Team Charr as of current, but Megatron has made himself known on the humans’ social media and presents himself as a force not to be trifled with.

he searched skyward for any sign of the worthless insurgent. With one servo he transformed a familiar scanner from subspace and ran it over his returned love’s plating, in search of further internal damage or spyware.]

You will be safe. We will scan you, then we will return to the Kalis' Lament—