Domestic fluff one-shot
Bumblebee and Longarm sneak out of camp to see a race.
Shockwave stayed in place for what felt like megacycles, just holding Bumblebee close to his chest, his spark extinguishing slowly by every nanoklick that passed.
Sentia tanta culpa, una culpa que se lo comia por dentro porque el que debio de sufrir ante las garras de Shockwave, tenia que haber sido el por arruinarle la vida a Wasp, porque sentia que de alguna forma podia haber ayudado a Blurr, porque extrañaba a Prowl, lo extrañaba tanto.
He could try again tomorrow, and then again and again, filled with the hope of seeing him once more.