#headwind

lestappen | 7k | f/f | e additional tags: comphet, infidelity, cunnilingus, rule 63

Charles has always known who to be around Max.

written for @f1femslashfest ❤️

Context: Cade POV prior to the Emma/Chris storyline (Part 1, Part 2)

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After you’ve been used as a punching bag for a while, your nerves start to get their wires crossed. Throbbing pressure switches to searing heat or freezing cold; random spots start aching or cramping even if they were fine a minute before. Imagine that happening in about nine different places at once, even when you’re lying perfectly still in a pitch black room, and you’ll get an idea of how I was feeling that night.

It was going to hurt whether I moved or not. Even with my hands tied, I managed to struggle up onto my knees and elbows to crawl over to the door.

My wrists alternated between itching and burning while I ran my hands over the door. This was an ordinary house, from what I’d seen of it – the interrogation crew had actually hung me off the top crossbar of someone’s home gym when they were questioning me – so I wasn’t surprised to find the door had a simple household knob. It was locked, when I tried it, but my fingers found a tiny hole.

Safety pins can come in handy for a lot of things, so I always kept one pinned to the inside of my shirttail. My fingers were slow and clumsy in the dark, but I unbent it into a straight line and pushed it through the hole. Click.

I waited to see if that caught anyone’s attention. When nothing happened, I opened the door slowly, just a crack. Still nothing. Hardly even any light.

I dragged myself out of the room and sat on the floor for a moment to get my bearings. Across from me was a TV room, with one wall painted black – wait, not a wall, a sliding glass door leading out into the night. My heart thumped faster, which made my head pound, but it gave me the energy to stand up and lurch over there. I flipped the latch, slid the door open as quietly as I could, and closed it behind me.

My plan, if you want to call it that, was to stagger down the road until I found another house.  This seemed like a great idea for a while, but I walked and walked and didn’t see anything other than trees and stars.

I must have passed out. There’s a disconnect there, from when I was walking to when I was lying on the gravel, watching tiny shadows dance around as headlights came toward me. I knew, I just knew they’d found me, and I was going to get dragged back to that house and hung from the goddamn bar for another round of questions. When a hand touched me, I couldn’t stifle a miserable croak.

/draws a cybertronian without the helm

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