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wishseeker
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He loved visiting Ironhide’s office when the mech wasn’t there. Looking at his old trophies was almost as good as good as looking at the old mech himself. Old, he didn’t like using that term. Yes Ironhide was old, but there had to be a better word for what he was. He was about to leave when he froze hiding as a few human soldiers walked by.
“The guy is practically a dinosaur! I swear he is that old, and you know the bastard will never die,” the soldiers laughed and joked about the older commander not knowing that a certain blue mech was listening in.
He bit a lip, dinosaur. It had a nice ring to it, Ironhide was an old dinosaur of a mech. Strong, powerful, ancient, something you only found remnants of anymore.
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Ironhide had been aware of his “stalker” for some time. At first it was kind of cute, the younger mech watching him practice, then trying out the techniques himself. The fragging annoying thing was the kid always ran away before he could offer help, and it was slagging annoying after a few weeks of feeling his stalker’s optics on him in the recroom.
This had to end, and one way or another he was going to end it.
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Jolt winced as he was caught. The note was already of of his subspace, inches from Ironhide’s desk. He couldn’t take it back now. He stood frozen as Ironhide snatched it out of his servo.
He hung his head, feeling so stupid as Ironhide powered on the data pad. It was a little valentines card with a picture of a dinosaur. When you pressed play the dinosaur would dance happily and say silly organic phrases.
Stupid Valentines day, stupid card, stupid Jolt.
“You are the mech that started the twins on that dinosaur crud,” Ironhide glared at the young mech. He didn’t appreciate being refured to as old thank you very much, “You’ve had your fun. Now that you are caught you going to stop stalking me?”
Jolt nodded quickly deeply, deeply ashamed. He admired Ironhide so very much, the term had just slipped out around the twins. They had used it in the wrong way and now Ironhide hated him. “I am sorry, Sir.”
Ironhide nodded, “Then I will forget about you breaking into my office. Dismissed.”
He turned to leave quickly, he wasn’t going to let his crush see him cry. Only mechlets and sparklings cried. He was a soldier, a soldier whose crush thought he hated him and was making fun of him.
Ironhide waited until the mech had one ped out the door, “And Jolt, 0500 hours, meet me on the training ground,” he smirked. “We’ll see if this old dinosaur can still teach you a few things.”
As Jolt watched he set the card on his shelf with his other trophies.
Jolt’s spark swelled, “Yes sir! 0500, Sir!”
Ironhide chuckled as the kid left. Dinosaur huh, well maybe Jolt could call him that, the twins were still slagged when he got a hold of them though.
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