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He would not panic. He had moved past panicking and with good reason. He had panicked when he had prepared their picnic/date, he had panicked when Jazz had not turned up for said picnic/date and then he had stopped panicking in favour of keeping Sunstreaker and Prowl from panicking about Sideswipe, who had been on patrol with Jazz, not returning or at least calling in either. From there it had been comparatively easy to keep calm, with brief interruption when they discovered the patrol had been ambushed leaving Sideswipe looking worse than Ratchet insisted it was and Jazz bot-napped by the Decepticons. That was the beauty of emergency protoc

Optimus had never believed himself to be easily frightened, but the prospect of entering this room now had him in a right fit and without any justified reason, to add insult to ... well, not injury, not anymore at least. Jazz and him had been released from the med bay in `prime condition´. They had even survived expressing their concern about Ratchet horrible word play, not to mention everything that had transpired before that. Not that much had happened and the Prime wasn’t sure, if he should be grateful for that or throttle someone. Ratchet hadn’t raged, which stood testament to how badly off how they had really been, as

Losing consciousness was never pleasant in any way or form, because it was usually connected with pain and when things went really bad you came around and wished you didn't. It left you helpless and when – or if, depending on the situation – you came online again you had no clue where you were, what happened and what would happened. He had heard many express that the worst part was actually spotting the orange ceiling of the med bay, because it meant Ratchet couldn't be too far away, but Optimus actually thought it was the best part. It greatly limited the possible places he was at – humans couldn't reproduce this hue as far as he knew and e

"Ya know, Prime, I really don't wanna be in ya chassis, but let me tell ya: who ever has made up that slag about the `right moment´ has clearly never been in love. There's just plenty of `wrong moments´ but not the right one" Inferno commented amused after listening to his leader. He was currently the only one left in his crew who the Prime could ask for advice without running risk to be ridiculed and/or have everyone know about it within a moment. Well, and the only one actually willing to help. Everyone else was either too immature in behaviour or had sided with Jazz already. "To be honest, I'm at a point where I'd be glad for ju

To be fair, Optimus had been warned by several people, including Ratchet and Ironhide themselves, that, if he insisted on taking them along, they would sooner than later start mothering the whole crew, simply because they were bonded and older than dirt. How should he have known they would end up stranded on an organic planet with the Decepticons? Personally he had thought they would be long finished with this `quest´ before the old couple started to become this protective. He had also thought as Prime he wouldn't be their target, but he had been wrong on all accounts. Not that he had minded much before; Primus knew with his rambunctiou