A Priori, A Posteriori

098 Incarceration --  First Aid -- Rating PG

The twins always made jokes about being  put in the brig. They said it was no big deal, a few cycles in lock up, you clean something or run extra patrols and you were out. They, in their own way made spending time in the brig sound like fun.

First Aid rubbed at his optics, this wasn’t any fun. Ratchet hadn’t even looked at him when he brought his ration. His mentor, the mech he looked up to more than anyone, hadn’t been able to look at him.

He curled up on the berth and tried not to cry. Even his brothers were blocking him out. If he was in their place he would do the same.

What kind of Autobot aided the enemy? Patched the enemy back up so they could continue fighting and killing? He had felt so bad for the tank though. Left all alone on the battle field to offline. He had tried to walk away, but he couldn’t do it.

Now he was a criminal, locked away and hated.

He’d never thought he’d end up locked up, and he knew he’d be here until the hearing and probably after. He was a traitor now, a criminal who deserved to be incarcerated.

He sobbed, his frame shaking.  The worst part was, he couldn’t even say he wouldn’t do it again.

007. Rain-- Cosmos, First Aid -- Rating PG
(trying out Cosmos with diffrent characters...he and First Aid didn't mesh like I thought they would...he was better with Jazz ><; )
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Rain had always been something to fear before. Even with his thick plating, being trapped out in the rain had meant pain and a chance of death.

After every rain, mechs would be found who had been unable to reach shelter in time. Frames melted, the lucky ones’ processors shorted out before the end. On Cybertron rain meant death.

Earth was different.

On Earth rain was a blessing. Rain brought life to crops and people. Poems were written about the beauty, the sound, the smell of rain. Cosmos rather liked Earth’s weather in general but rain was especially nice. He liked to dive in and out of the clouds dancing around lighting bolts and sprites.

He also liked sitting next to First Aid on top of the Ark in the rain. He started doing it because he was worried the medic apprentice would fall, but he kept doing it because he enjoyed the feeling of rain falling on his plating and First Aid sitting beside him.
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First Aid smiled leaning against Cosmos. The saucer was warmer because of his extra plating, and as much as he enjoyed the rain after a while he would start to become chilled.

“Do you want me to take you down?” Cosmos asked, though he really hoped First Aid would say no. He liked First Aid, he considered him a friend and hoped the other considered him a friend as well.

First Aid shook his head, “No. I will stay out just a little longer. When is your next mission?”

Cosmos wrapped an arm around First Aid drawing him closer and monitoring his temperature. “I leave next cycle to go back into orbit.”

He nodded, “Well, when you get back let’s hope for rain ok?”

Cosmos grinned happily, “Sure friend.” He paused, should he have said that? He liked to think they were friends but he didn’t know if they really were.

First Aid was a little surprised but just smiled and nodded. “Even if it doesn’t we can still hang out some time, friend.”

Cosmos loved the rain.