Comfort

Hotshot x Perceptor - MIIILD slash~ episode where Demolisher chases Percy, the night they get bak he's scared and yes im making Perceptor more of a seperate entity since in Armada its the combination of three minicons~ but my fic my rules XP

Comfort
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It had been a hetic and confusing day. No matter what the little minicon, Perceptor, did he could not get to sleep as he tossed and turned among all his fellow minicon brothers and sisters.

Fear still shook him to his very core and he couldn't get the image of Demolisher right on his tail, arms stretched out ready to catch him and do Primus know's what with him. He shivered, arms coming up to hug himself in a failed attempt to calm the turmoil within his spark.

Optics closed as he tried to think of something else, anything. Then a memory...A yellow mech bending down in front of him and asking if he was alright. Perceptor had wanted to fling his arms around the mech, to just cry and be held.

Perceptor opened his optics, visor brightening as he stood up and manuvered his way out of the mass of minicons. As he neared the door one of his brother's reached out and touched his leg. "Where are you going?" He beeped quietly.

Perceptor touched his brother's hand reassuringly as he replied, "Just need a little walk." His brother minicon nodded, letting go of his leg as he fell back to sleep. The scooter minicon stepped out the door, looking around then seeing a familiar door just a few meters away.

He walked up to it quickly, the silence and darkness frightening him even more. Perceptor opened the door, quickly slipping in as he panted slighty while he waited for his spark pulse to return to normal. The blue visor gaze traveled over to a sleeping Hotshot, as the yellow mech lied on his back with one arm hanging limply over the side of his berth while his other arm rested on his stomach.

The blue minicon quietly crept over to Hotshot, climbing up on the berth as he crawled onto the yellow mech's chest plate. "Mmm...wha?" Hotshot mumbled sleepily as his blue optics brightened slowly. He looked down to find the minicon sitting on his chest plate, visor dimmed slightly and he was shaking.

"Perceptor? What's wrong?" Hotshot asked, concern making him wake up a little more as he sat up slightly careful not to throw the minicon off of him. "I'm sorry for waking you Hotshot...but I'm so scared." Perceptor beeped softly, fear apparent in his little voice. The yellow mech gently placed a finger on Perceptor's head, stroking the back of his helmet softly.

Perceptor sighed quietly, leaning into the comforting touch as his systems purred with delight. Hotshot smiled, bringing the minicon closer to his chassis, feeling the warmth from the smaller mech's body. The blue minicon clutched at Hotshot, taking in every ounce of warmth the taller mech had to offer.

Hotshot continued to gently caress the back of Perceptor's head as he lied back down, feeling the minicon curl up on his chassis. "Its okay Perceptor...I'll protect you." The yellow mech said softly, feeling the minicon drift into recharge. He smiled, optics shuttering off as recharge claimed him as well.

END!!