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ajremixTitle: The Little Things
Fandom: Transformers: Rescue Bots
Rating: G
Word Count: 746
Characters: Heatwave, Chase
Summary: Set after 1x06. Sometimes it's the little things you need help with.
The chief was certainly taking his sweet time with his impromptu second hike and, though he was good at hiding it from the other humans, Chase was starting to fret while pretending he wasn't fretting. He'd pick up a couple books only to put them down some time later without hardly reading a page. Boulder and Blades tried to take his mind off things with protocol quizes and mindless television respectively but Chase's attention kept wandering until they gave up. Heatwave eventually found him sitting at the Sigma's main database, adding pointless metatags to old reports.
"He's fine." Chase jolted at Heatwave's words, a testament to his state of mind. "Chief called in a minute ago, told the kids he'd be eating out tonight." Kade had cheerfully speculated they may not see him until morning. Dani and Graham seemed happy Charlie was open to dating again and Cody was trying to take advantage by weasel an extra hour on his curfew.
Chase hmmed quietly, running his hands over the console and turning back to the monitor in an attempt to appear normal. "Emergencies can happen at any time, Heatwave, I know you're aware of that. Griffon Rock has a fairly large amount of them given population size."
"So what are you worried about? Being called out while Chief is gone or that something might happen to him while you're not there?"
One of Chase's hands ran over the door panel on his arm. It was subtle, something Heatwave only noticed because he knew Chase's habits so well, the way his servos lingered over a dent that shouldn't have been there. Carefully, giving Chase ample time to notice and stop him if needed, Heatwave grabbed Chase's wrist, turning the arm so he could see the damage more clearly. It was a superficial flaw, a couple of shallow divots that crumpled the edge of the door. In most cases Heatwave wouldn't have brought it up but there had only been once incident that could've caused that. "Why did you let that snake damage you? You could've gotten out the its hold easy."
"Indeed I could have," Chase said coolly, allowing Heatwave to continue his inspection, "but doing so would have risked the creature's welfare. I did not want to kill it."
Heatwave wanted to say that Chase's safety was more important than an Earth animal's life but Chase would have argued the point and something that would easily be fixed by his self-repair wasn't worth the fight. Instead he let the arm go and started looking over Chase's frame more closely. "Any other damage?"
Chase may have gotten away with hiding his injuries from Blades but he knew better than to attempt the same with Heatwave when he already knew something was wrong. "There is nothing that my self-repair can't handle. But," he admitted somewhat reluctantly, "I think the snake may have damaged my light structure."
He stood, silently allowing the other mech to study his back. A finger traced along the struts connecting the lights to Chase's roof. "Yeah, I see it. Brackets are misaligned, the entire rack is crooked." He pushed on Chase's shoulder until he started toward the recharge berths. "Lay down, I'll straighten it out for you."
"That's not necessary," Chase protested though, tellingly, he made no move to struggle, "it'll likely be fixed in the next day or so."
"Yeah, probably. But I doubt that and all those dents will be fixed by the time you next patrol tomorrow. And if they're not I know it'll bother you. You're very particular about your appearance."
That got him an indignant sound. "It's unbecoming of an officer of the law to allow themself to fall into disrepair," came the tart reply. "Obviously physical appearance falls under that criteria."
"Exactly," Heatwave gave him a playful but insistent shove. "So shut up and let me do this for you."
Chase exvented, shoulders falling. "Heatwave," he started in a tone the larger mech knew all too well, his heavy engine revving in warning. Chase paused before an apology could leave his vocalizer and Heatwave hated that, of all the emotions Chase had become familiar with, guilt for a perceived inconveniencing of others into caring for him happened to be one of them. But, sensing the old argument looming at his next choice of words, Chase said, "I appreciate you looking out for me."
Rumbling in satisfaction at the change of tact, Heatwave patted Chase's back. "Any time, partner."
Fandom: Transformers: Rescue Bots
Rating: G
Word Count: 746
Characters: Heatwave, Chase
Summary: Set after 1x06. Sometimes it's the little things you need help with.
The chief was certainly taking his sweet time with his impromptu second hike and, though he was good at hiding it from the other humans, Chase was starting to fret while pretending he wasn't fretting. He'd pick up a couple books only to put them down some time later without hardly reading a page. Boulder and Blades tried to take his mind off things with protocol quizes and mindless television respectively but Chase's attention kept wandering until they gave up. Heatwave eventually found him sitting at the Sigma's main database, adding pointless metatags to old reports.
"He's fine." Chase jolted at Heatwave's words, a testament to his state of mind. "Chief called in a minute ago, told the kids he'd be eating out tonight." Kade had cheerfully speculated they may not see him until morning. Dani and Graham seemed happy Charlie was open to dating again and Cody was trying to take advantage by weasel an extra hour on his curfew.
Chase hmmed quietly, running his hands over the console and turning back to the monitor in an attempt to appear normal. "Emergencies can happen at any time, Heatwave, I know you're aware of that. Griffon Rock has a fairly large amount of them given population size."
"So what are you worried about? Being called out while Chief is gone or that something might happen to him while you're not there?"
One of Chase's hands ran over the door panel on his arm. It was subtle, something Heatwave only noticed because he knew Chase's habits so well, the way his servos lingered over a dent that shouldn't have been there. Carefully, giving Chase ample time to notice and stop him if needed, Heatwave grabbed Chase's wrist, turning the arm so he could see the damage more clearly. It was a superficial flaw, a couple of shallow divots that crumpled the edge of the door. In most cases Heatwave wouldn't have brought it up but there had only been once incident that could've caused that. "Why did you let that snake damage you? You could've gotten out the its hold easy."
"Indeed I could have," Chase said coolly, allowing Heatwave to continue his inspection, "but doing so would have risked the creature's welfare. I did not want to kill it."
Heatwave wanted to say that Chase's safety was more important than an Earth animal's life but Chase would have argued the point and something that would easily be fixed by his self-repair wasn't worth the fight. Instead he let the arm go and started looking over Chase's frame more closely. "Any other damage?"
Chase may have gotten away with hiding his injuries from Blades but he knew better than to attempt the same with Heatwave when he already knew something was wrong. "There is nothing that my self-repair can't handle. But," he admitted somewhat reluctantly, "I think the snake may have damaged my light structure."
He stood, silently allowing the other mech to study his back. A finger traced along the struts connecting the lights to Chase's roof. "Yeah, I see it. Brackets are misaligned, the entire rack is crooked." He pushed on Chase's shoulder until he started toward the recharge berths. "Lay down, I'll straighten it out for you."
"That's not necessary," Chase protested though, tellingly, he made no move to struggle, "it'll likely be fixed in the next day or so."
"Yeah, probably. But I doubt that and all those dents will be fixed by the time you next patrol tomorrow. And if they're not I know it'll bother you. You're very particular about your appearance."
That got him an indignant sound. "It's unbecoming of an officer of the law to allow themself to fall into disrepair," came the tart reply. "Obviously physical appearance falls under that criteria."
"Exactly," Heatwave gave him a playful but insistent shove. "So shut up and let me do this for you."
Chase exvented, shoulders falling. "Heatwave," he started in a tone the larger mech knew all too well, his heavy engine revving in warning. Chase paused before an apology could leave his vocalizer and Heatwave hated that, of all the emotions Chase had become familiar with, guilt for a perceived inconveniencing of others into caring for him happened to be one of them. But, sensing the old argument looming at his next choice of words, Chase said, "I appreciate you looking out for me."
Rumbling in satisfaction at the change of tact, Heatwave patted Chase's back. "Any time, partner."
