#still pining

Screamer why do you expect everyone to just do whatever you say.

OMG OP offers Screamer a truce and Screamer's like "Sure if you'll kiss my ass" I really want to see how that would have gone. Would they really have busted ended the whole thing right then and there?

Doesn't seem likely, I don't get the impression this Screamer is down for peace of any kind.

Soundwave detects Megsy! Wow really thought that'd take longer. TFA left him on ice for at least two eps, but here not even a full episode goes by.

LOL and Soundwave being smart is like "Likelihood of Starscream actually reviving Megs if unsupervised: Low" and sends Laserbeak out to watch him.

Anyway OP and Bee outright kill Skyquake, who's fighting them because Reasons. So much for any No Killing rule in this series huh. OP is that just gonna be your excuse for not killing Megsy since you still love him in future? Cause you really can't use it as an excuse again.

Speaking of killing Megsy Screamer outright RIPS HIS UNICRON HEART OUT OMG. Not quite "Wanna bet" or "Bomb on back" levels of Screamer backstab but definitely a good solid third in the "killing Megsy" rankings.

Laserbeak ensures Screamer brings Megsy back though. And somehow Megsy doesn't immediately kill him I guess when eh wakes up, since I know Screamer makes it through the show? Wows how damn forgiving is this Megs?

Anyway Ratchet is apparently insane in this show because he gives all the kids whacky science fair projects. Is it weird that I actually wanted to see more of the kids and autobots doing science stuff? Real sign of how likable the humans are in this show that that would've maybe been interesting.

He forced his hand steady as he unlocked the door and ushered in his Witcher, who had been silent since they left the cheap tavern across town.

Geralt stood there, just inside the doorway, looking every bit uncomfortable and out of place as he did the first time they had shared a room, two decades ago and more. That wouldn't do. That wouldn't do at all.

"I'll have a bath drawn near the end of my performance, so don't startle the poor girls too badly." Jaskier started, keeping his voice light and airy, as he flitted about the room, hastily straightening up. He'd been here for almost a week now, at the whims of Duke Alexis to play for different meals, and for nights of dancing with his courtesans. Jaskier subtly as he could kept stealing glances at Geralt, who was still just standing by the door. He'd hoped that going back to routine would be for the best, but maybe...

Jaskier could feel his heart beating faster in his chest as he stepped in close to Geralt. He saw Geralt look up at him, finally meeting his eyes as they stood practically chest to chest. The question hung on his face, but Jaskier just took a deep breath. He saw Geralt's eyes dart down to his mouth and away, and he could only assume that he had licked his lips unconsciously; it was a terrible habit of his, but one that he had no hope of curbing.

"...I..." Jaskier lifted a hand to one of Geralt's armor's buckles, but he did not touch. Jaskier had seen the way Geralt had shrank away from touch, when they were first getting to know each other. He didn't want to ruin this. "...Can I help?" He asked, and Geralt did not look away. He nodded, slowly, hesitantly, after a moment.

This was something he'd never been allowed to do before except when Geralt was physically incapable of it.

Jaskier moved with quick precise movements, unbuckling each strap with careful precision. He knew the order the pieces came off in, and even how Geralt liked to stack the armor. He wasn't delicate, this was armor and it was difficult even for Geralt to get it off sometimes without a little bit of trouble, but there was a gentleness to his pulls and tugs that Jaskier knew Geralt did not receive from others.

In short order Jaskier was setting the last pieces into the pile, having stripped Geralt to nothing but the soft faded black shirt and well-worn leather pants he wore underneath it all. Jaskier would almost be willing to bet that he had done it nearly as fast as Geralt himself. When Geralt still did not say anything nor make any kind of effort to move, Jaskier just flitted over to one of the chairs sitting next to the window. He pulled it easily into the middle of the room.

"Now, sit on that chair please." He asked before going to dig through one of his bags for his comb and the little bag of hair products he had bought specifically for Geralt's hair. He heard Geralt stepping across the room and only turned back around when he was reasonably sure Geralt was already seated. Jaskier approached from his side, brandishing the comb even as he was very careful not to get into Geralt's blindspots.

"I'd like to get at your hair before it gets wet, and I know you won't wait on me to finish before you jump in." Jaskier asked again, starting to get a little concerned from the lack of any response from his Witcher. He would usually have gotten at least a few grunts of acknowledgement. 

He honestly wasn't sure if it was better or worse that Geralt was just nodding his agreement to his questions. Jaskier did not want to push into Geralt's personal space; that is the exact reason his Witcher hadn't wanted Jaskier to travel with him any more. Or, that's the only logical conclusion Jaskier could come up with.

Jaskier had messed up royally by following him out to the Dragon Fangs. He'd nearly gotten himself and Geralt both slain by some deep sea creature with no name and drowned under the surf as it came back in. To make matters worse, the creature's blade had managed to slice into his legs and back. 

Geralt had gotten tired of him and rescuing him, like everyone does, and was too good a man to tell Jaskier to his face. So he left, in that quiet unobtrusive way of his. And Jaskier let him. Because he was tired of forcing himself into other's company. It was the reason why he had gotten so fucking drunk after the Countess de Stael had dumped him; he never realized how much of a burden he was to those around him.

"Hrm?" Geralt's questioning hum broke Jaskier out of that awful line of thinking. He quickly blinked back the tears that were threatening to build. He couldn't afford them right now. That would drive Geralt away again for sure. "You can." Geralt granted and Jaskier got to work. He stood behind Geralt, humming idly as he worked the comb through his hair; gently breaking apart tangles with his fingers and comb, pulling twigs and other disgusting parts of things he didn't want to think too hard about. Geralt practically melted into the chair in front of him, the tension visibly draining as Jaskier took care of him.

Time lost all meaning as Jaskier worked patiently and carefully; it could have been minutes or he could have been standing behind his Witcher for hours. Finally though, he was able to run his fingers through it without catching. It would still need to be cleaned, of course, and the bath he'd send up later would take care of that. He'd shave his Witcher then as well.

"Alright there, dear heart?" Jaskier asked as he patted Geralt on the shoulder. The endearment just slipped out and Geralt either didn't hear it or chose not to draw attention to it because he just grumbled an agreement. "I'll be back in a few hours, then." Jaskier could hear an uptick in noise in the hallway and downstairs. The Duke would be summoning him shortly, without a doubt. Better to go ahead downstairs now, he thought as he set the comb and pouch on the little dresser before gathering up his lute. "I'll shave all that scruff off when I come back, if you'd like?"