Chapter Text
Blurr jolted awake from recharge, optics snapped all around the room in a panic. Vents stalling when he saw a glowing red orb in the darkness, unable to tear his gaze from it, Blurr's processor going a million miles per hour, certainly faster than his speed, trying to catch up with the time. Finally, Blurr's frame relaxed as he remembered where exactly where he was, and where that thing was. Far from here.
Deciding to go through the events in for a klik to calm his fried nerves, he began. Blurr had been in the med bay of Fortress Maximus. Had his body reformed by the tiny organ-. No, techno-organic, he quickly corrected himself, after deca cycles of horrific, unbearable, blackness-.
Taking a sharp vent to keep himself from going into another meltdown, Blurr clicked off his optics to focus his mind away from the memories before snapping them back open and standing from the berth, and taking a look around. The red orb that he had first seen from waking seemed to be a light that glowed brightly that the medical machinery was powered, though on stand by. Slowly, an odd feeling for the speedster to be forced to do, though it's either that or face the wrath of the two medics here. Making his way to the main doors that led out of the corridor. Checking his internal chronometer, it was early in the solar cycle. It was apparent too, with how few bots were out. Mostly just the security, there had been an uptick in security after the recent events that transpired.
Shaking his helm, Blurr made his way down the hall away from the med bay. Blurr decided to find a balcony to get out of the stuffy building. There was an uncomfortable heaviness in there that the mech wanted to get away from it, just for a few kliks at least. Giving one-off greetings to guards that cared enough to say anything to him, but other than that, Blurr kept to himself. The usual chatty intelligence bot didn't have the mental energy to have a conversation with anyone right now. Not with what has been racing through his processor. He really shouldn’t be thinking about it, honestly! It just made this entire ordeal complicated than that it should!
…. Blurr’s face twisted into a pained scowl, proceeding to take a sharp turn to the left and brought a servo to his forehead and rubbed it. He needed to calm down, it'll only make things worst. Finally arrived at a balcony that'll let you out and overlooked the city.
Tapping in the code, the doors suddenly slide apart to the outside, the cool, bitter air brushed against the blue bot as he stepped out onto the balcony. His new pede's made tapping noises on the outside tiles as he walked over to the edge of the platform. There were lanterns placed on the pillars in the fencing, they gave off a cool blue glow that brought some ease to the speedster, leaning his body on top of the fence and crossed his arms as he looked out at the city. The sky was a dark purple with shades of red coming in. when the majority of the planet awakens, it will eventually become completely red. Iacon gave off a dark, quiet vibe. Given to the curfews that Sentinel Ma-. No, nope, absolutely not, I refuse to call him that, Sentinel Prime had put in place, and of the suddenly new Decepticon looming threat, it was no surprise as to why. It had all the Autobot Commonwealth shaken up in dread and agitation. No one wanted to be out when it wasn't necessary, and with a lot of operations shut down.
Huffing a small invention, Blurr hummed to himself He tapped his digits onto his upper arm in a rhythm in uncomfortable restlessness. His body had energy that had yet to be allowed to have an outlet. But his nerves began to relax a bit. The quiet early cycle had let his mind drift off to other things. Finally, some peace for his processor. Blurr still had a few deca cycles left until he is released from the physical therapy and be let back out into the field, maybe even sooner depending on how the tides will flow in the oncoming cycles. Soon he'll have all the freedom he used to move however he wanted and how fast. 'Good,' He thought to himself with a smile, 'Because it won't come any quicker.' He couldn't wait to be discharged, he had things to do, such as show a certain annoying yellow bot who was the fastest between the two. He had been challenged and he will not be taking that laying down. It may have been childish, but he felt giddy, not just for the prosperity of showing a little punk what was real speed, but for everything else that will come after. Blurr was ready to move on from this. Online his optics, Blurr looked down back onto the city, it began to stir slowly into life as the began to slowly seep in. The sky began to look more maroon than purple but still was very early. Blurr looked upon it for a klik before he moved his optics upwards from it, and all of a sudden his mood just plummeted.
Far off that was a large scar on the planet. A huge chunk had been torn away from this world.
Blurr knew what had been taken.
Everyone did.
Trypticon was gone. Taken in the 'great' escape of the Decepticons.
All of a sudden whatever peace had managed to gather within himself had vanished as Shockwave came back into his thoughts. Slow, like toxic tar seeping in and invading every crevice of his processor, unable for Blurr to escape away from. To make Blurr sink into the thoughts he wanted to run from, but all it did was make him sink further in, suffocating Blurr.
Blurr tiredly dragged a servo across his face. His spark still beat fast at the thought of him, as much as he couldn't understand. The times he and 'Longarm' spent together were some of the best times in his life. To have someone that was at the same speed as him, maybe not verbally or physically, but mentally to be able to understand and keep up with him. Not having to repeat himself nor feel any judgment. It felt...... Good to be around him. To talk to, to work with, to spend time with, to..... Blurr bowed his helm in shame. He still shouldn't be thinking about this, To still desire to be around the mech, not even the facade, with Shockwave! The very thought should have to make Blurr feel sick to his very tanks. But..... But it didn't, it made his spark ache and made him feel extremely alien, To-to his values! To his cause! The cause! To all and anything that he had learned! He shouldn't desire the attention of an unfeeling con! Especially the one that emotionally manipulated and tried to offline him. He shouldn't. But he did. It made him feel like a disgrace.
Blurr turned and leaned his back strut against the balcony fencing and slide down till he was sitting. Bringing one of his knees up to stretch his arm out on top of. He leaned his head down. It hurt. As much as he didn't want it to, it hurt. It hurt that all of that affection and loving words that had been 'lovingly' gifted to him was most likely all a facade. It brought a squeezing pain to his spark. Bonking his head on the barrier and shut off his optics. A part of him longingly hoped a false hope that a small part of it wasn't fake. That there was a little truth to the affections. As foolish and insecure may that be. He found himself hoping it was real. Blurr bit his lower lips to hold into a pain keen and quickly brought a servo to his face to wipe away the tears from leaking. It shouldn't be like this. He shouldn't even be feeling this. The tearing pain deep in his spark kept him up at some cycles.
Blurr just found that no matter how hard he struggled to get away from it, to move on, the more it seems like he's just going in metaphorical circles. Seemingly never escaping for the poor speedster. The desiring and the shame brought a self-loathing cocktail of misery. "Why? Why-why-why-why-am-I-like-this?" He hoarsely whispered to himself. How things had quickly fallen out of his very control.
Quickly scrambling up to gather himself as he heard bots coming this way. Blurr didn’t need anyone seeing this. Though the processor spinning quickly to put the pieces together onto why he was feeling this. But eventually, it came to an utter horrifying, heart-aching answer.
Blurr was in love.
The realization of this was more crushing for him than anything else.
He all but fled back to the med bay, so no one saw his mental breakdown.
Earth, Shockwave had observed, was a peculiar place. He hadn't had the chance to actually give it an actual investigation, since he was busy on the moon to be able to see any of it. Different than most of his kin, that showed indifference to utter distaste, Shockwave was actually curious of this place. This place held many scientific interest that garnered the cyclops attention
Such a shame on what they were going to do in this place.
But it was what his lord had wanted, and his lord will get it, no matter the cost.
Though, maybe he could be able to get permission to investigate the wild life before they cyberform the planet. Might get Oilslick to accompany him on it. And listen to him bitch and moan the whole time, like how it was always like.
Shockwave hummed quietly to himself as he moved the glass around to where they were suppose to for this project. It was mostly for Lord Megatron, he, in a vulnerable state (one if it hadn’t been for the sign of weakness from their lord, Shockwave would have rubbed in that brute Lugnut’s faceplate.), and order the scientist to make a concoction, claiming that ever since he had gotten back to this back watered planet had difficulties being able to recharge at all. Given to the erratic nature that his lord had recently adopted, Shockwave believed that it was due to the lack of sleep as well and went right to work.
The makeshift lab that Shockwave had to make due with the recently reclaimed Trypticon, a staff room, if he could recall correctly, was very quiet, naturally, because it was the middle of the night cycle. No one had come down to where he was in a while, except for a few on patrols, and what he believed was a sleep deprived Megatron, though none had actually interacted with him, so he hadn’t bothered. It would bring a lonely feeling to most bots, but Shockwave? Not that much. Though it did have his mind wandered as he tested the liquids inside the canisters, and wander, it generally did. To the plans that were still in development, and others. But what really drew his mind to was...
Blurr.
Shockwave barely felt anything strong in his spark in eons, not since his mutilation, but the thought of the bot he had seemingly disposed. It brought something odd and strong. It kept distracting him, nearly making Shockwave almost accidentally making one of the canisters overflow.
Quickly removing it from the boiler, Shockwave let his mind wander. Why was he so bothered by the thought of the intelligence bot. Sure, he was an intriguing small being. Fast, in more ways than one. Verbally, physically, mentally. Though, not that fast to catch on until it was far too late, obviously. And he was a pleasure to actually be around, unlike most of the elite guard, especially a certain large chin egotist. Such a shame that he was in the wrong cause. The decepticons would find better use for a bot like him.
The speedster was a pleasant distraction as well. In multiple ways than one could modestly say. Processor racking to why he cared so much about this bot that had gotten in the way and he had to get rid of, almost killed at that. Why was Blurr continuously surging in Shockwaves mind? Why-.
Oh. The realization came very quickly and it caused the lanky bot to freeze, staring at a wall.
Oh, he did not like this. Not at all.
It really shouldn’t be that a surprise that it grown to this. He couldn’t actually say it, nor even think it, for Shockwave was sure he would be thrown into forced stasis and he really didn’t want to explain himself in the morning on why he slept on the floor in the lab.
Shockwave went back to the thought of Blurr and without realizing it, a clawed servo unconsciously came to his chassis and stroked at it. As though in an attempt to sooth his spark. Blurr was an intriguing creature, and it was very easy for him to draw Shockwaves attention. For everything about him intrigued the scientist. From frame to quirks to the personality. The blue velocitronian was a curiosity that Shockwave had wanted to study. To analyze till his interests were subsided.
Antlers canting backwards in a rare occurrence of a negative emotion as a slight sliver of guilt came through his EM fields, but tried his best to block it.
It was too late for that. Blurr had survived and one and there wasn’t anything to be done. Even if he didn’t know he and Longarm were the same, any chances there was obliterated. He wouldn’t be able to hide for long with it.
Shockwave turned back to his work, as that was all he could do, an aching feeling in his long cold spark.