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Discovering Sexuality	By : Strailo Category: S through Z > Transformers (Movie Only) > Transformers (Movie Only) Views: 9943 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Discovering Sexuality
Fandom: Transformers
Pairings: Ironhide, Will
Part: 8
Word count: 976
AN: I didn’t post this last week because I was busy with a few other things. Most notably, my mother’s surgery to get gastric bypass done. She’s doing good and has lost quite a bit of weight once more.

Me? I’m going to the doctors and starting on the road to hopefully getting my pain under control.

Not working well.

*~*~*~*

Walking up to the large black mech who was polishing his weapon, Will tucked his hands into his pants pockets, worry curling through him. Sentinel had betrayed them all, hurt them in ways that had shocked the humans but it had hurt their Autobot allies and Sam the most. Sam was continuing on with his life, a little wiser, a little more wary of new people but still living.

The Autobots though…he just didn’t know.

“Hello, Lennox,” Ironhide greeted, putting his polishing cloth aside along with his large gun.

“Hey there, Ironhide,” Will greeted in return, bounding up the stairs attached to the side of the table. Walking across the top, he smiled at the large mech as the sound of relaxing gears reached his ears. “How ya’ doin’?” he asked, tilting his head as the large mech rested his chin on one servo.

“Well enough considering that I am not allowed to spar or do anything that can pull at the weld,” Ironhide rumbled, getting a low chuckle from his human.

“At least you survived, my friend. I can’t tell you how glad I am that you did so,” Will said, reaching out to stroke one arm panel.

“Same here, Will, same here,” Ironhide replied, venting out a slow sigh, moving to curl his fingers around Will’s body.

“How are the other Autobots?” the lean human asked, tilting his head back to gaze up at his friend, head resting on one large finger.

“They are…healing. Slowly, but they are.” Shifting with a bit of gear grinding, Ironhide rubbed at his head with a heavy frown on his lips. “Sentinels betrayal hit all of us very hard. The mech had been a Prime, for Primus’ sake, before Optimus took over. He was our leader and then a solid figure that we could go to, to ask questions and get answers. To seek advice from… But to know he had turned on us so easily is spark breaking,” he rumbled.

“Yeah,” Will mused, watching his partner and lover watch Bumblebee walk past the large window with Sam perched on one shoulder. He had to chuckle at the sight and the easy way the young man moved with every twitch of his Autobot guardian and companion.

“I think Sam spoke with Optimus about what he was feeling after he had his talk with you,” Will hummed. Ironhide nodded his head as he smiled.

“He did. Optimus wanted his view on things, a private conversation between them really. He seems to have calmed down even more then before,” Ironhide said. Will chuckled and nodded as he curled his own hand over one large finger to use it as a way to sit down, his ribs still screaming in pain. Once more, he turned towards the window, eyes thoughtful once more.

“Sam crawled into my bed last night, but not for sex, you know. He just wanted to feel contact, touch of some kind,” Will admitted, getting a low rumble of acknowledgement from Ironhide. “He had a nightmare, one of those ones that are full of memories.”

“Frag,” Ironhide growled, unsurprised with what Will had said. His human just patted his hand in turn.

“It’s good to have nightmares, just as long as a person doesn’t have them to a point where they are disturbing a person’s sleep cycle,” Will soothed, smiling up at his lover and partner. “He’s only had a few over the last couple of weeks, which is better then I would have expected.”

“Cybertronians have something akin to nightmares, but ours are usually very detailed, but still different then the actual memories,” Ironhide shared as he looked down.

“Yeah? Our nightmares can do that to, but they tend to be even more twisted then the actual memory,” Will said, nodding his head. “Or they can be all emotions and darkness that haunts you right through the day.”

“Human minds are very complicated things,” was the dry statement, getting a snicker.

“Ratchet is eternally confused by how our brains work, so don’t feel bad about it,” Will snickered, once more patting Ironhide’s fingers again. “Hell, our own scientists are confused by our brains. Though, according to some neurobiologists, we are finally close to figuring out what parts of the brain make pedophiles, psychotics and sociopaths what they are.”

“I hear disgust evident in your voice,” Ironhide stated.

Will licked his lips before rubbing at his face with his hands. “I don’t think it’s a part of their brains misfiring, at least not all of it. A good chunk of it is a darkness of their soul, a rotting of it that sickens and revolts me.”

“Is that why everyone connected to the military is so heavily tested psychologically?” Ironhide quiered.

“Yeah, it is. It’s so we can find those who are breaking, or who need a much less stressful job. We hope to mostly head off Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, or PTSD, before it gets to the point of them breaking down mentally,” Will hummed. “Sam is actually one of the better civilians that deal with you guys. Sure, he had some nightmares and stress, but he’s pretty good about dealing with his emotions and pain.”

“I noticed that he tends to carry around his laptop around a lot,” the large mech mused.

“Journal, sketching, random things are done on it,” was the reply as Ironhide picked him up and placed him onto his shoulder. Standing up, the mech headed for their personal room, grunting at the salutes from the soldiers as they passed by them.

“At least he is being smart and taking care of himself during this time,” Ironhide groused.

“Yep. When are you gonna try to take him to bed though?” Will asked with a leer. Ironhide just rumbled at the look and refused to answer the question, making the other laugh in amusement.
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