Robots Hot, What Can I Say

You eventually fall asleep, when you wake up, you’re in your room. The window’s wide open and there’s new scratch marks on the paint. Blitzwing must’ve slipped you back inside when you fell asleep. He’s nowhere to be found, you search your property, he must’ve left. Well, if he’s going to make a habit out of staying over, might as well get him something better than just the tarps.

Blitzwing is back at base, it’s his turn to watch Sumdac afterall. “We have a question for you, professor.” He says, approaching the glass prison Isaac Sumdac is being held. “… what is it.” Blitzwing pauses before continuing. “There’s this human we’ve… grown attached to… but we don’t know what to do.” He confesses. “Well, I can guarantee they won’t like you if they knew what you do.” Issac says, trying to be as curt as possible.

You eventually drive back into the city, you assume Sumdac would like new materials. You park outside Sumdac Tower and head inside. The receptionist bot greets you and asks your business. “Hello, I have some metal and parts for Sumdac, if he’s interested.” You explain. The robot replies, “Sorry, Sumdac doesn’t work here anymore, I’ll contact Powell that you have an offer.” You freeze. How did Sumdac lose his job at his own company. Powell eventually comes down. “You must be Powell, I didn’t realize Sumdac quit.” You mention. Powell sighs, “Yes, poor Sumdac, he went missing a bit ago.”

Your heart sinks, missing? You knew him well, he was a nice man, you even met his daughter a few times. “Oh god, I hope he’s ok… I hope Sari’s ok…” you mutter. “Yes, yes, yes, she’s fine. Now, you said you had stuff to sell?” He quickly redirects. 

You leave the tower, he may be an asshole, but at least he paid you.

Suddenly there’s a loud crash nearby, your curiosity wins over your common sense and you go look. There’s the Autobots, and a giant Decepticon, he’s certainly bigger than Blitzwing. Then you notice Blitzwing’s there too, fighting the Autobots. You know you should run, go back home, but your legs refuse to move. You knew he was a Decepticon, but in this moment, he doesn’t look like the kind guy you knew. Suddenly, Blitzwing grabs the smallest Autobot, Bumblebee, and roughly toss him away. But, it happened to be right in your direction.

You shriek and dive out the way of the bot hurtling towards you. Bumblebee roughly lands, tumbling, the metal scraping on the pavement. Blitzwing’s head snaps towards your direction, his optic widening. Before he could do anything, Bulkhead tackles him. Bumblebee eventually gets up. “Hey! You alright?” You nod. “Yeah. What about you? You just got thrown.” He flashes a cocky grin. “Don’t worry about me, I’m tough, you should go before you get squished.” He quickly rejoins the fight.

As you drive back home, your mind races. Blitzwing is your friend, right? You’ve never seen him so angry before, so aggressive, not even Red. You’ve been letting this mech stay with you. You should’ve known better, he’s a Decepticon. You park and get out. You glance at the unfinished shed you were making for Blitzwing. You sigh, but before you can inside, there’s a giant thud behind you. “Y/n…” before you can even think you run inside. “Wait! Maus! Mausi! Please come out…” he pleads. You don’t answer, you don’t want to talk to him right now. “Please, just tell me if you’re ok…” you speak through the door. “I’m fine, just go.” He doesn’t respond, but you hear retreating footsteps and the sound of a jet taking off.

Blitzwing heads back to base, his spark heavy with an unfamiliar emotion. He lands and decides to walk the rest of the way to base. “Great, just great! Our only friend hates us now!” Red growls. Vrrrch. “It was bound to happen, mechs like us aren’t made to be… likeable.” Blue interjects coldly. Vrrrch. “But they liked us! They did! We can win them back, I know we can!” Black interrupts. Vrrch. “I know you’re delusional, but even you have to admit that we were doomed from the start.” He stops walking. Vrrch. “No, the only reason they’re mad at us is because we’re a Decepticon.” Black counters. Vrrrch. “No! No no no. You aren’t suggesting what I think you’re suggesting. We’re a con for a reason, the Autobots would never accept us.” Red mutters, like someone might overhear. Vrrrch. “Y/n had a point, we deserve better! We deserve better than endless abuse, war, at least the Autobots don’t have Megatron…” Black continues. Vrrch. “… I hate to say it, but you have a point… but how will we even convince the Autobots to accept us?” Blue responds. Vrrrch “Easy, we have information they want.” Black smirks.

Blitzwing sneaks back into the city, middle of the night. He exhales, opening his comms, trying to reach the Autobots. “Autobots, meet me at these coordinates, I have a deal to make.” The autobots arrive quickly. “What do you want?” Optimus asks cautiously. “I want to leave the decepticons.” Blitzwing quickly blurts out. The Autobots pause. “how can we trust you?” Optimus asks skeptically. Ratchet scoffs, “You aren’t seriously considering this?!” Blitzwing interrupts, “We know where Issac Sumdac is. I can give you his location if you let us join.”

They eventually lead him back to base. “Hm… it’s… quaint…” Blitzwing says, crouching through the doorway. At least the ceilings are high enough for him. Sari comes rushing out. “Guys- WHAT IS A CON DOING HERE!?” she shrieks. “I’ve come to join the Autobots, little one.” Blitzwing responds calmly. “AND YOU ALL TRUSTED HIM!?” Sari asks, addressing the Autobots now. “He has information on your father, sari.” Optimus answers. Sari pauses, then eventually made it back to her room. Blitzwing looks around, noticing the paintings. Vrrch. “Oooh, these are nice! Where’d ya get them?” Black asks. “I painted them.” Bulkhead answers. “They’re nice, I like the colors.” Blitzwing continues. “Enough about that, where’s Sari’s dad.” Bulkhead demands. Vrrch. “Yes, right, Isaac Sumdac is in the decepticon base, an old abandoned mineshaft in the forest. I can give you the coordinates, if you’d like-“ Blue starts. Bumblebee cuts him off, “Wait! I think I’ve seen it!” 

Ratchet stops Bumblebee from rushing out. “Wait, wait, why doesn’t the con do it? He can get in and out the safest.” Blitzwing freezes, stiff. Sounds like a bad idea, what if Megatron catches him, what if they ‘fix’ him again. “I… don’t think I can do that.” He slowly answers, slowly looking away from the Autobots. “Then we’d have to believe it’s a trap.” Prowl responds. Vrrrch. “HOW DARE YOU ASSUME I’M SETTING YOU ALL UP! DO YOU EVEN KNOW THE KIND OF DANGER IM PUTTING MYSELF IN!?” Red roars. He suddenly stops, hearing the soft patter of footsteps. It’s sari. “Please, Blitzwing… I miss my dad…” her voice is soft, sad, but there’s a hint of hope. Blitzwing sighs and crouches. “Ok, ok, don’t worry kleine. I’ll get him back.” Sari’s face is full of shock, like she expected to be dismissed. Then her whole face lights up, running up and hugging his leg. “Thank you!” Vrrch. Blue gently pats her head. “In the morning, it’ll be easier.”

The Autobots let him stay the night, though it’s out in the living room. He sits against a wall, then Sari sneaks out of her room, dragging a blanket with her. “Ah, hello again, kleine, shouldn’t you be recharging?” Blitzwing greets her. “I couldn’t sleep… can I stay out here with you?” She asks, already plopping down next to him. “If you must.”

The next morning he sneaks out, heading to the scrap yard. When he arrives, he gently taps on the window. The window opens, showing you, the human he’s missed dearly, though you look a little mad. “Y/n… I apologize for… everything.” He softly starts. Your expression softens and you let him continue. “We’ve missed you… and we wanted to tell you that you are our dearest friend. We never meant to scare you.” You sigh, “blitz… you’re hard to stay mad at, y’know that?” Vrrrch. “Wait! Are we friends again!?” Black excitedly asks. “I guess, but no more evil Decepticon stuff, ok?” You respond, a smile appearing on your face. Suddenly he snatches you up, holding you in both servos, nuzzling you. “Ok! Ok! I get it, I missed you too!” You respond, uselessly pushing at his face. He pulls his face away. Vrrrch. “I have to go… I’ll be back soon though… I hope.” Blue murmurs, setting you down.

Blitzwing enters the decepticon base. Megatron’s monologuing, until he notices Blitzwing. “Blitzwing, you’re late…” Blitzwing freezes. “Apologies, my lord.” “Lucky for you, you don’t need to know the plan today. It’s your turn to watch Sumdac.” Megatron says. He nods. Megatron and lugnut eventually clear out. Blitzwing walks over to sumdac’s cell. “Today’s your lucky day, professor.” He says quietly, opening the cell. “What? Why?” Isaac asks, confusion evident on his face. “Well, your daughter is very convincing.” He says, scooping up the human. Blitzwing transforms into a jet, securely keeping Sumdac in the cockpit as he takes off.

Blitzwing lands outside the base and enters. The Autobots rush towards him. “I got him, I got him, it’s ok.” He gently sets Isaac down. Sari immediately tackles Isaac in a hug. After the celebration and checking on Sumdac, the Autobots dissipate into their respective hobbies. Bumblebee’s loudly playing video games, Sari, bulkhead, and Sumdac are together, ect. Blitzwing goes after Optimus. “Wait, wait. Optimus, if I had a human friend, could I bring them around?” He asks. “I don’t see any reason why not, Blitzwing.”

You were working in the scrap yard, suddenly you feel a heavy thump behind you. Before you could turn around you’re scooped up. “Blitz! You need to start warning me!” Your protest seems to go in one audial and out the other as he nuzzles his faceplate against you. You stroke his cheek, “I know, I know, you missed me.” He continues holding you close, mumbling German. “You know I can’t understand you, big guy.” He nods. “I know, I was just saying how much I missed you.” He responds quietly. He pulls his face away before switching to blue. “Ever been in a jet before?” He asks. “Huh? No, why do you a-“ before you can finish, he transforms while holding you. You’re suddenly in his cockpit. You very quickly buckle up and he takes off.

“Open your eyes, liebling.” He quietly suggests once he stops ascending. You do, and it’s right at sunset where the sky is an array of colors. “Wow… it’s gorgeous.” You say breathlessly, patting the interior. “So, Y/n… we’ve known eachother for a bit… tell me more about yourself-” Blue starts. “Any special someones?” Random finishes. You tell him more about yourself, and laugh, “and no, I don’t have a partner.” Blitzwing hums in acknowledgment. “Got your eye on anyone?” He prys. “No, not really.” You respond.

He eventually lands and lets you out, transforming. “Welcome to the Autobot base, my friend.” He says, leading you inside. The Autobots are getting ready for recharge. Ratchet notices you. “Hey! What the- Blitzwing, who told you that you could start bringing people around!?” Vrrrch. Blitzwing steps infront of you, getting in Ratchet’s face. “Prime did, medicbot…” red growls. “Blitzwing, stop that.” You call up. He backs away from ratchet, scooping you up. He scowls at ratchet and walks into his new room. 

It’s quite empty, a berth and a work desk. “Wait, this was just a ploy to cuddle me, wasn’t it.” You say as he lays down on the berth, cupping you in his servos. Vrrch. “Whaaat? Don’t be silly~” black snickers, nuzzling you. He pauses, then asks, “out of curiosity, What would be your dream partner?” You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this quiet before. “Hm, I’m not sure… why are you so interested in my love life all of a sudden?” You ask. Vrrrch. “No reason.” Blue interjects. You smirk. “What about you? Do you have your eyes on anyone?” You tease. He blushes, looking away. “Holy shit, you do!” You exclaim. Vrrrch. “Maybe… but I’m not telling you nothing.” Hothead mutters. “Must be someone real special if it’s making you this flustered.” You continue, patting his cheek. You catch a glimpse of his optics under his visor, they’re partially half lidded, pupils blown wide. You stop, the pieces finally coming together. “It’s me, isn’t it?” Blitzwing’s face blushes bright blue, he immediately backs away, turning the opposite direction.