crack out of context but kinda sad in context tinted lenses short. tf sg tinted lenses au.
i honestly don't know how this being an SG universe factors into the scene other than some minor details, but for the sake of consistency of this belonging to an SG AU I will tag it as such.
tl;dr slingshot gets slingshotted into a reunion group hug.
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"Go talk to them."
"What?" Slingshot frowned at the sudden comment by his former commander - and brother, as much as he was still not used to the fact.
Silverbolt vaguely gestured towards the trio of jets - the rest of his family, still huddled together and talking with each other - and continued. "We've had this conversation before, go talk to them."
"I..." With memories of their last conversations flashing in his processor, Slingshot suddenly felt unsure. They didn't leave on good terms after all, what if him showing up again just made things worse?
Slingshot took a few steps back, getting ready to turn around at any moment.
In response, Silverbolt gave out a light disapproving sigh. "You told me you missed them."
And then proceeded to pick him up.
"Wait, what are you-"
Slingshot hadn't finished his sentence before both his pedes left the ground and he started flailing about in shock.
"Let- me-"
Then he felt himself flying through the air. In root mode.
"GOOOOOOOOOOO-"
And crashed into the ground right in front of his brothers whom he had not talked to in a long time. Falling face-first onto the floor.
"Bolt, what the..." Slingshot sat up while rubbing his faceplates in stunned embarrassment, still not processing that the always loyal, hardworking and most importantly serious Silverbolt threw him across the room.
"SLINGSHOT!" Fireflight immediately knelt down and wrapped his arms around Slingshot, wings fluttering in excitement, nearly knocking him over. Slingshot was extremely confused by his enthusiasm - their last encounter ended in a shouting match after all. But before he could process that he was nearly knocked over again.
"DUDE! DUDE!" That lively and energetic voice - one that hasn't sounded that happy for a long time - was unmistakably Air Raid's. "HOLY SHIT YOU'RE ALIVE I AM SO GLAD!"
Still stunned at the fact that the two were happy at his presence, Slingshot looked towards Skydive, who was still standing to the side, and looked just as shocked as he was. Slingshot's ember still hummed nervously, not sure how the former felt about him after accusing him of only caring for himself despite everything he did to keep them safe.
Then Skydive chuckled, proceeded to tackle the three of them, and all four jets crashed onto a ground in a cuddle pile.
Either this is some bizarre dream, they were also just as much in shock as he is, or... his brothers didn't hate him as much as he thought?
They've laid there for a while, just taking in the fact that they're back together.
Beyond the Imperium's ever watchful eye, beyond their guardian's critical gaze, beyond the war that could take their lives in any second. Just a group of mechs, born bound to each other's embers, basking in the relief of reunion.
"Gosh, where have you been?
"Well..." The brief shock and joy gave way to the reality that Slingshot needed to explain himself and what happened in the interim when they were separated, which he was admittedly not good at.
Good thing there's someone else who's better at that than him.
Slingshot sat up and looked back at the other side of the room in search of the mech who can cover the whole story better than himself.
Silverbolt was nowhere to be seen.
