28 Cyberwaves - Turned On

Why did the medical bay have to be so boring? And cold? Not to mention silent today. It wasn’t easy, being stuck here, especially with the way he always felt. It had been several hours since he had last gotten an injection of energon and he was extremely tired, yet he also felt a bit restless.

Cyberwave fidgeted around on his berth, rolling over and over to try and get comfortable, but nothing seemed to work! Despite how exhausted he was, he just couldn’t seem to settle down and fall into recharge. On top of that, he was beginning to feel the beginnings of a need to expel waste… Frag…

“Ratchet!”

No answer. “Ratchet?”

Still no answer. Great. Cyberwave gingerly sat himself up and slid off the berth. Maybe he could get to a disposal unit himself. He nearly stumbled as he left his private room, his hand on the wall as he slowly walked out towards the main ward. It was empty, with the exception of a comatose Sideswipe on one of the corner berths. Decepticons had attempted to infiltrate the Ark, Sideswipe had thrown himself in front of Megatron’s fusion cannon when the Decepticon tyrant attempted to fire on Ratchet. Cyberwave had been there during his repairs.

Why was he thinking about this now? He needed to go! He traversed slowly through the main ward towards the entrance, just as he turned to go out, though, he bumped into something large. He jerked back with a startled cry and would have fallen on his aft if a golden hand hadn’t shot out and caught his arm. “Watch where you’re going intell!”

“I’m… I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it!”

Cyberwave looked up with slightly fearful optics into Sunstreaker’s scowling face. The golden twin had a couple of cubes of energon in his left hand and his right was clamped firmly on Cyberwave’s wrist. He must have been there to visit Sideswipe. “Um… can you please let me go?”

“What the frag are you doing out here anyway in the state you’re in? Hatchet would have a fit.”

“I’m… well… uh…” His door panels drooped and his optics dimmed in embarrassment, “I… have to…”

“Spit it out!”

“Waste disposal!!”

Cyberwave quickly covered his mouth as he just yelled out his intended destination. Sunstreaker himself just stared at him. “Waste disposal…”

He nodded, keeping his gaze on the ground. Great, he just embarrassed himself in front of Sunstreaker. Sunstreaker! One of the most desired mechs in the Ark! …Whoa did he really think that? “Can… can I…”

Sunstreaker yanked on his arm and dragged him over to the berth, setting the cubes down before hooking his arm underneath Cyberwave’s knees and promptly lifting him up, bridal style. Cyberwave squeaked and thrashed slightly at the unexpected treatment, instinctively wrapping his arms around Sunstreaker’s neck to secure himself. “Ah! Wh-what are you doing!?”

“You look fragging exhausted. Not to mention the fact that ‘Cons already tried to break in here. You’re not going anywhere alone.”

He then started walking, his powerful arms cradling Cyberwave to his chest like he were a sparkling. The intell couldn’t help but relax against him as they walked. He had seen the golden twin’s strength in both the training room and on the battle field. His hands were capable of ripping apart Decepticons with no remorse, wouldn’t even hesitate to turn on a few Autobots as well, but feeling those hands supporting him, holding him… A blush crept into Cyberwave’s optics at the thought, his circuits tingling. Of course, what good would it do? It’s not like he would want to interface with him, right? He was just a walking malfunction and no one wanted something like that.

“Here,” he was hastily set down in front of a door, “Go.”

But sensitive, he ain’t. Cyberwave huffed and trudged into their equivalent of a bathroom and proceeded to do his business. He came out a few minutes later feeling relieved, with a half expectation that Sunny had taken off. But there he was, waiting for him. It felt… odd, yet nice. “Done?”

“Yes…”

“Then lets go.”

Again he was scooped up without warning, and again he was carried away. Primus there was that tingling again. “Um… you know… you don’t have to…”

“Quiet.”

He shut up then and just relaxed, waiting for him to take him back to medical. “Thank you…”

Sunstreaker’s steps faltered, momentarily, before picking up his stride. “Don’t mention it… I mean that. Ever.”

He blushed again and smiled as Sunstreaker carried him back. The tingling steady growing… Wuh oh…