#blewuptheship

Commander: Amber optics begin to darken with anxiety from the unstable connection they shared, for what it and the other evidence may be hinting at. He attempts to steel himself, restrain his fear and the pit in his spark so he could speak clearly to his mate. << I'll try, but listen to me Orion, this may be ----nnection to--damaged or fade---...may not, but it's a pos---bility.>>

When Jackjaw was pulled from her recharge and laid optics on Starscream, she wondered if she may have been dreaming. She hadn't seen her keeper in quite some time. "Starscream?" She inquired groggily.

(Late)The comforting brush of soft cloth and Starscream’s EM fields against his frame visibly relaxed the librarian as he sat working on updating his console’s security systems. There were still several clean-up programs he had to initiate before he turned in for the night, but the gesture rendered him completely incapable of concentrating on his work afterwards. Nevermind the systems. Nevermind the encoding, he thought. They could finalize by themselves.Plucking up his own datapad, Orion steals up beside the relaxing seeker and drapes one half of the blanket over the larger mech’s shoulders. (Or at least tries to. Wings made such sharing difficult.) There, cuddled up against the Commander’s warm side, Orion turns on his datapad, reads, and lets his mind and body slip into a comfortable state of peace and happiness. 

"Klnk klik klik. Kcchhhht knchg? Noot."

<<Whatcha talking about, Screamer?>>

... of all the people to watch this movie you are the last person i would have suspected, commander.