Trailbreaker:

*Is in his quarters, arranging things and stuffs he think he'll have use for on that roadtrip he's sort of been planning. The stuffed toy is on the berth, overlooking what the car is doing, as he tries to not think too much about Warpath.*

Bonecrusher:

*Walking towards those exact quarters - he knows where damn well near everyone lives, since he has to deliver energon to them all - and when he comes upon them, Bonecrusher steadies himself, looks around, and then knocks on the door heavily*

Trailbreaker:

*glances at the door with a curious look, a bit startled after the heavy knocking. Noone ever came to the-- his quarters, and he walks over to the door, pushing the keypad, wondering just who the heck it can be*

Bonecrusher:

*looks down at Trailbreaker idly as the door opens, arms crossed now that he doesn't need to be knocking.*  HEY THERE, GIRLY.  *not at all unpleasantly - he's looming a bit large, but it's not because he's trying to be intimidating - he's just drunk.*

Trailbreaker:

*Is more than just a little surprised when he sees who it is, and he automatically steps back to get some more distance between them. Looks up at Bonecrusher's face* ...what do you want? *sounds a bit trepid*

Bonecrusher:

*smirks, forcing it into less of a sardonic kind of thing and more like a smile*  T'TALK, HONESTLY ENOUGH.

Trailbreaker:

*isn't reassured* About what? *tries to keep a light tone*

Bonecrusher:

WARPATH.  *isn't really trying to reassure him at this point*  OR, MORE NAMELY, YER  FEELIN'S 'BOUT  TH' SLAGGIN' IDIOT.

Trailbreaker:

*thoughts rush to his processor in a rush* I'd rather not. *smiles, a bit tensely so*

Bonecrusher:

I REALLY DON'T CARE IF Y'DON'T WANNA.  I WANNA HEAR YER SIDE OF THIS LIL' FAIRYTALE GONE WRONG, INSTEADA HIM MOPIN' AROUND AN' BEIN' ALL, "I LOVE HIM BUT I CAN'T BE WITH HIM, BOO HOO HOO."

Trailbreaker:

Maybe you should go talk to him, then.

Bonecrusher:

I ALREADY DID.  Y'THINK I'D BE COMIN' HERE T'TALK T'YOU  'FORE HIM?  *looks at Trailbreaker flatly*

Trailbreaker:

*stares back, he's feeling uneasy about this...talk* I don't know what you would've done.

Bonecrusher:

'XACTLY.  'M WILLIN' T'STAND HERE, IF IT MAKES Y'MORE COMFORTABLE, BUT I DO  WANNA HEAR YER SIDE OF THIS WHOLE RELATIONSHIP THING.  HELPS ME MAKE A MORE INFORMED DECISION 'BOUT WHAT I SHOULD BE SAYIN' T'CHEER YER SILLY KETTLE UP.

Trailbreaker:

He's not my anything anymore. And what's it to you? *starting to sound defensive*

Bonecrusher:

*sighs exasperatedly, stepping to the side to drop down into a sitting position - mostly because the world's a little dizzy right now*  'COS TH' WEIRDO IS DRINKIN' HIMSELF INT' A STUPOR, AN' HIS REASONIN' FER BREAKIN' UP WITH YA DOESN'T MAKE SENSE T'ME.  I WANT T'KNOW WHAT HAPPENED FROM YER  POINT OF VIEW, 'COS EVEN IF YER TH' EMO ONE, AT LEAST YER NOT STUPID LIKE HIM AN' ME ARE.

Trailbreaker:

*eyes him rather warily* And how do I know you're just not fucking with me?

Bonecrusher:

I DUNNO.  *shrugs*  'S ALL UP T'YOU.  'M WILLIN' T'LISTEN T'YA, IS ALL.  Y'DON'T GOTTA TELL ME A THING.  'S NOT LIKE 'M GONNA BEAT IT OUTTA YA.

Trailbreaker:

*you'd have to crack open one of his forcefields first - which would buy him enough time to comm for backup. He calms a bit at that thought* So what do you expect me to tell you? That I miss him?

Bonecrusher:

NO.  'M EXPECTIN' YOU T'TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED.  *rolls his optics and looks at the car mildly*  HE SAYS HE BROKE UP WITH YA 'COS.... HE WAS YER POISON, OR SOMETHIN'.  BAD FER YA.  DOIN' WHAT'S BEST FER YA.  WHAT DO YOU  THINK?

Trailbreaker:

That he's an idiot.

Bonecrusher:

'COS OF ALL THAT, OR 'COS OF SOMETHIN' ELSE?

Trailbreaker:

*half-shrug, he isn't quite sure himself* For thinking he's poison.

Bonecrusher:

AN' HE ISN'T?  *still with a mild tone*  HE LIKES T'FIGHT.  HE GETS INTA TROUBLE A LOT.  HE'S KINDA AN AFTHEAD.

Trailbreaker:

Yeah, so? *bit of hostility showing* I don't have to excuse myself for liking him.

Bonecrusher:

NO, YOU DON'T.  *blandly continues*  HE'S GOT A BIG AFT CANNON STICKIN' OUTTA HIS CHEST.  COULD ATTACK YA AT ANY POINT.

Trailbreaker:

He wouldn't. *confident*

Bonecrusher:

HE WOULDN'T.  *repeats idly*  HE MIGHT GET DRUNK.  GET UPSET.  Y'MIGHT SAY SOMETHIN' AN' HE MIGHT JUST SMACK YA ONE, FER NO REAL REASON.

Trailbreaker:

I told  you, he wouldn't.

Trailbreaker:

Not that it matters anymore.

Bonecrusher:

WHY WOULDN'T HE?  *pointedly ignores that last statement*

Trailbreaker:

He just wouldn't.

Bonecrusher:

THAT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH.  *looks at Trailbreaker with a frown*  HE OBVIOUSLY THINKS HE MIGHT, IF THAT'S ONE OF HIS REASONS FER BREAKIN' UP WITH YOU.  WHY DON'T YOU THINK SO?

Trailbreaker:

I just know. He's an Autobot. Autobots don't go around slagging other Autobots. *gives Bonecrusher a look, clearly implying that he wouldn't know anything about it*

Bonecrusher:

HE'S AN AUTOBOT, ALL RIGHT.  AN AUTOBOT AN' A FIGHTER.  *looks back at Trailbreaker, clearly not giving a shit over his opinion*  HE LIKES FIGHTIN'.  HE WOULD PROB'LY BEAT ME UP FER COMIN' T'SEE HOW YER DOIN'.

Bonecrusher:

AN' HE SAID SO HIMSELF.  HE GOT AWFUL CLOSE T'BEATIN' YER HEAD IN.  HE MANAGED TO BACK OFF.  RIGHT?

Trailbreaker:

He wasn't about to beat my anything. I just made a bad decision. *stare turns slightly challenging*

Bonecrusher:

*shakes his head*  'FORE Y'START ACTIN' LIKE Y'HAVE T'DEFEND TH' SLAGGER, I ALREADY KNOW HOW THIS GOES.  HE WALKED AWAY, INSTEADA KICKIN' YER AFT AN' LOSIN' HIS TEMPER.  I TOLD HIM THAT WAS A GOOD THING.  HE DIDN'T WANNA HEAR ANY OF IT.  *blandly*  'M ON BOTH OF YER SIDES, HERE.

Trailbreaker:

I don't see why it matters. We're not together anymore. *equally bland*

Bonecrusher:

BECAUSE HE LOVES YA, AN' HE'S BEIN' RETARDED 'BOUT THIS WHOLE DAMNED SITUATION.

Trailbreaker:

Well... *costs him a lot to say this* Sucks to be him, then.

Bonecrusher:

MM, 'COS Y'DON'T LOVE HIM BACK, HUH?

Trailbreaker:

That's what he said.

Bonecrusher:

TRAILBREAKER.  *meets the car's optics evenly, looking pretty patient for a normally impatient 'Con*  'M NOT ASKIN' WHAT HE SAID.  'M ASKIN' WHAT YOU  SAY.  STOP ACTIN' LIKE 'M TRYIN' T'BE HOSTILE HERE, OKAY?

Trailbreaker:

I'm saying you're a 'Con.

Bonecrusher:

AN' 'M SAYIN' THERE'S A PEACE GOIN' ON.  A CEASEFIRE.  AN' I TRY REAL HARD T'KEEP MYSELF IN CHECK.  'M TRYIN' T'HELP Y'BOTH, HERE.  WARPATH TALKS T'ME PRETTY STRAIGHTFORWARD, AN' IF YOU DO TH' SAME, I MIGHT ACTUALLY GET TH' WHOLE STORY, FER ONCE.

Bonecrusher:

*is drunk enough to sound mildly hurt*

Trailbreaker:

*doesn't care, Decepticons aren't on his To Care For list* Is it really? Peace? Could've fooled me. *bit too casual tone*

Bonecrusher:

PRIMUS.  *exasperated now, locking optics with the car*  ALRIGHT, LIL' MISS.  'M GONNA GO OVER THIS ONLY ONCE FER YA.  YER TH' ONLY ONE I'VE GONE AN' EXPLAINED THIS TO, 'BOT OR 'CONWISE.  THERE IS A PEACE.  IT IS A FOUR-MONTH OLD PEACE AFTER MILLIONS  OF YEARS OF WAR.  MOSTA US 'CONS WERE BUILD FER WAR.  SOME OF YER AUTOBOTS WERE BUILT FER WAR.  IT IS HARD FOR US.  WE CAN'T ALL SETTLE DOWN FER PEACE LIKE WE ALWAYS EXPECTED IT T'COME.  *quietly*  I FORGOT WHAT PEACE WAS. 

Trailbreaker:

*you ain't getting sympathy* And you expect us Autobots to teach you or something? While all you do is go around and slag mechs? *sets mouth in a rather unhappy line*

Bonecrusher:

*isn't looking  for sympathy - he's just explaining this as best he can from a 'Con perspective*  NO.  I DON'T EXPECT YOU AUTOBOTS T'DO MUCH OF ANYTHIN'.  JUS' REALIZE THAT Y'ALL ASKED FER PEACE, AN' WE'RE TRYIN'.  I KNOW MOSTA Y'ALL WOULD RATHER US JUS' FRAG OFF, AN' LEAVE Y'ALL T'YER OWN PEACE.  THAT'S COOL.  WE GET IT.  BUT SINCE Y'CAN'T  GET RID OF US, FER PRIMUS'S SAKE, CUT US SOME SLACK.  'M NOT HERE AS A 'CON, 'M HERE AS A FRIEND OF WARPATH'S, AN' 'M PLENTY WILLIN' T'TALK T'YA 'BOUT THE 'CON PERSPECTIVE ON ALL THIS, BUT REALLY, TRAILBREAKER, 'M JUS' TRYIN' T'HELP.

Trailbreaker:

If you're his friend then maybe you ought to go back to him. Me and him are over. *bit strained*

Bonecrusher:

'M TRYIN' T'FIGURE OUT WHY.  'COS, FROM WHAT I KNOW?  IT SEEMS JUS' LIKE ONE OF THOSE STUPID MISCOMMUNICATION ISSUES T'ME, AN' I'D HATE FER HIM T'BE MISERABLE OVER THAT.

Trailbreaker:

This was more than just a miscommunication. I told him what I wanted, but he didn't care. *wavers between hurt and angry*

Bonecrusher:

WHAT DO Y'WANT?

Trailbreaker:

For you to go away. *screw subtlety*

Bonecrusher:

*siiiiigh*  WHAT DID Y'TELL HIM  Y'WANTED?  C'MON, TRAILBREAKER.  SURE, YER GONNA GET PLENTY OF WILLIN' AUTOBOTS T'LISTEN T'YA, BUT NOT EVERY 'BOT IS GONNA UNDERSTAND WHERE WARPATH  IS COMIN' FROM.  HE AIN'T LIKE OTHER 'BOTS.  *chuckles*  HE'S DUMBER, FER ONE.

Trailbreaker:

You think I don't know he's different? *clenches dentals together for a brief moment* So he was just joking, is that what you're saying? When he told me it was over?

Bonecrusher:

STOP DODGIN' MY QUESTION.  *his tone is easy, calm, and he forces a comforting edge into it as an afterthought*  I ALREADY CAN TELL Y'DON'T WANT IT OVER, AN' I KNOW HE DOESN'T WANT IT OVER.  HE THINKS HE'S HELPIN' YA.  I ALREADY TOLD HIM HE WAS STUPID ON THAT COUNT - 'M ON YER SIDE IN THAT CASE, ALRIGHT?

Trailbreaker:

And everything I say will be recited to Warpath the next time you see him. *deadpan* Sure, you're on my side.

Bonecrusher:

HE NEVER SAID I COULDN'T TELL YA WHAT HE SAID.  IF Y'DON'T WANT ME T'REPEAT ANYTHIN', I WON'T.  ALL Y'GOTTA DO IS TELL ME.

Trailbreaker:

Yeah. All those millions of years of war has taught me not to trust 'Cons. Why should I start trusting you now?

Bonecrusher:

'M NOT GONNA MAKE Y'TRUST ME.  *shrugs*  Y'HAVE NO REASON T'TRUST ME, OTHER'N TH' FACT THAT 'M HERE, CHILLIN' OUT IN FRONTA YER ROOM, AN' I AIN'T YET TRIED T'HURT YA, ATTACK YA, OR BELITTLE YA BEYOND TH' SAME TREATMENT I GIVE EVERYONE.  IF Y'DON'T WANNA TRUST ME, DON'T.

Trailbreaker:

Alright. I ain't gonna trust you and you aren't gonna go away. Mind if we skip to the end so I can go back to my own business?

Bonecrusher:

IF THAT'S WHAT Y'WANT.  I'D GO AWAY, THOUGH, IF Y'JUST TOLD ME WHAT Y'TOLD HIM Y'WANTED.  I NEVER GOT THAT PART OF TH' CONVERSATION.

Trailbreaker:

Ask him, then. Since you're friends and all.

Bonecrusher:

'M ASKIN' YOU, 'COS HE PROBABLY GOT IT WRONG.

Trailbreaker:

Tough luck for us then. Like I said, it's not like it matters anymore.

Bonecrusher:

HUMOR ME.

Trailbreaker:

Fine. *is saying this out of spite* I told him I loved him and that I didn't want to leave him.

Bonecrusher:

*groans, knocking his head against the wall*  WHAT A MORON.  JEEZE.

Trailbreaker:

*stiff stare. He already knows that*

Bonecrusher:

MAN.  THIS SUCKS.  *sighs, looking at the ceiling*  Y'BOTH ARE ALL LOVEY-DOVEY AN' TOTALLY FRAGGIN' INTA EACH OTHER, BUT HE'S A MORON SO 'S SLAGGIN' NEAR IMPOSSIBLE FER HIM T'NOTICE THAT.

Trailbreaker:

*doesn't say anything, he's already pretty bitter about it, no need to ponder more about the whatif's*

Bonecrusher:

*looks over at Trailbreaker again after a few moments*  HE'S GONNA KEEP FIGHTIN'.  Y'WANNA BE WITH HIM, EVEN IF HE'S AN UTTER IDIOT?  EVEN IF Y'WANNA DO NOTHIN' MORE THAN SMACK HIM FER DOIN' SOMETHIN' STUPID?

Trailbreaker:

Why should I? I don't love him. *yeah, bitter*

Bonecrusher:

IZZAT WHAT YOU SAY, OR WHAT HE SAYS?  *still staring at the car*

Trailbreaker:

Does it matter? *staring right back atcha*

Bonecrusher:

IT REALLY DOES.  *honestly said*

Trailbreaker:

He said it.

Bonecrusher:

BUT Y'DO  LOVE HIM.

Bonecrusher:

*it's a question, kind of*

Trailbreaker:

Yeah, I do.

Bonecrusher:

EVEN IF HE GETS INTA BRAWLS IN THE COMMON ROOM?

Trailbreaker:

Yeah. I met him during a brawl.

Bonecrusher:

EVEN IF HE DOESN'T WANNA STOP FIGHTIN', FER YOU OR ANYBODY ELSE?  EVEN IF HE SAYS STUPID THINGS, AN' Y'WANNA JUS'.... *waves a hand, swatting at the air*  WHAP HIM ONE?

Trailbreaker:

I don't like it when he fights.

Bonecrusher:

.....ESPECIALLY THEN.  Y'GONNA HOLD IT AGAINST HIM, OR ACCEPT IT AS SOMETHIN' Y'JUST GOTTA TOLERATE 'BOUT HIM?

Trailbreaker:

I love him. *and that should be answer enough*

Bonecrusher:

*oh, it's plenty an answer*  THEN WHAT TH' SLAG  IS TH' PROBLEM HERE?  *opticroll*  Y'WANNA BE WITH HIM, HE WANTS T'BE WITH YOU, PRIMUS, THIS ISN'T FRAGGIN' COMPLICATED.

Trailbreaker:

Then why'd he break it off? *pointed glare*

Bonecrusher:

I ALREADY TOLD YA.  'COS HE THINKS Y'ALL WILL JUS' KEEP TEARIN' EACH OTHER APART.  AGRESSIVE MECHS LIKE HIM DON'T ALWAYS KNOW WHAT THEY'RE DOIN' WHEN IT COMES T'MECHS WHO AREN'T   AGRESSIVE.  'S JUS' HOW WE GET, SOMETIMES.

Trailbreaker:

*...heh* Then maybe we shouldn't be together. Since we're so different and all.

Bonecrusher:

......*pauses at that, looking away for a bit before returning to look at the other*  .....TH' HUMANS GOTTA SAYIN' FER THAT, GIRLY.  'S "OPPOSITES ATTRACT."

Trailbreaker:

*stop it with the girly's, already, He doesn't appreciate the insult behind it* Opposites negate eachother. *flat stare*

Bonecrusher:

*there's not much of an insult behind it - as much as there is behind him calling Warpath "Teakettle"*  THAT AIN'T ALL THAT TRUE, AN' YOU KNOW IT.

Trailbreaker:

Opposites aren't always meant to be together either. You should know that. *a certain mocking quality to the emphasized word*

Bonecrusher:

*mildly, but with a darker tone under it*  WHAZZAT SUPPOSED T'MEAN?

Trailbreaker:

That perhaps humans' sayings are faulty. *there's another meaning, but damn if he'll ever say it*

Bonecrusher:

*Bonecrusher may be drunk, but he ain't so drunk he can't tell that there's another meaning, if that look he's giving the other is any indication*

Trailbreaker:

*tough for you, then, Decepticon. Trailbreaker ain't saying nothing*

Bonecrusher:

.......LOOK.  Y'DON'T GOTTA TRUST ME OR NOTHIN', 'BOT, BUT 'M HONESTLY - HONESTLY, AUTOBOT HONEST - TRYIN' T'HELP YOU TWO.  TOO MUCH DRAMA 'ROUND BASE.

Trailbreaker:

There isn't anything to help, Decepticon. He doesn't want to be with me, I'll respect that.

Bonecrusher:

BUT HE DOES  WANT T'BE WITH YOU.  HE WANTS T'BE WITH YOU SO MUCH THAT HE'S TRYIN' T'PUT DISTANCE  THERE.  'S COMPLICATED AN' DOESN'T MAKE TONS OF SENSE T'ME, HONESTLY, BUT I KNOW ONE THING FER PRETTY MUCH ABSOLUTE CERTAINTY - HE WANTS  T'BE WITH YOU.

Trailbreaker:

Then why did he break up? If he doesn't think it's worth even talking about it can't mean that much to him. *is hurt*

Bonecrusher:

*looks a little helplessly at the ceiling*  LIKE I SAID.  'S 'COS HE'S SURE HE'S GONNA HURT YA, AN' HE DOESN'T WANT T'DO THAT.  THAT'S ALL HIS REASONIN' IS, I THINK.  I WISH I KNEW MORE'N THAT, BUT Y'KNOW HOW SLAGGIN' HARD IT IS T'GET A STRAIGHT ANSWER OUTTA HIM.

Trailbreaker:

Well, he isn't hurting me anymore. *except for on the inside, but he'll get over it*

Bonecrusher:

.........IF Y'LOVED HIM, THIS WOULD BE TEARIN' YOU APART LIKE IT IS HIM.

Trailbreaker:

I'm a big mech, I can handle it.

Bonecrusher:

...........*offlines his optics and tilts his head against the wall*  T'BE HONEST, I'M MORE WORRIED ON IF HE  CAN HANDLE IT.

Trailbreaker:

... *face is set in a hard expression, lest he crumble completely. Spark was cringing from the question* ...then maybe he shouldn't have broken it off.

Bonecrusher:

I DON'T THINK HE SHOULD'VE.

Trailbreaker:

Maybe he should've asked you for permission first, then. *dryly*

Bonecrusher:

MAYBE HE SHOULD'VE ASKED ME FER MY OPINION  FIRST.  *corrects him blandly, before pausing and adding in a more sincere tone*  'M SORRY.

Trailbreaker:

So am I. Doesn't help slag.

Bonecrusher:

......HAVE Y'TRIED T'TALK T'HIM?

Trailbreaker:

He didn't want to listen to any of what I had to say, so why bother.

Bonecrusher:

....I WANNA HELP YOU, HERE.

Trailbreaker:

Then go help!

Bonecrusher:

HOW?  *looks dully at Trailbreaker*

Trailbreaker:

You think I know? *snort of humorless amusement*

Bonecrusher:

........YOU TWO'RE SO HARD T'FIGURE OUT.  *shakes his head*  Y'WANNA MAKE EACH OTHER HAPPY SO BADLY, IT MAKES Y'BOTH HURT.  ARE ALL AUTOBOTS LIKE THIS?

Trailbreaker:

Slag if I know.

Bonecrusher:

ALRIGHT.  *shifts his weight listing a bit to the side*  STEPPIN' BACK FROM THIS TOPIC FER A MOMENT - WHAT IS YER PROBLEM WITH ME, HERE?

Trailbreaker:

*flat stare*

Bonecrusher:

*even gaze back*

Trailbreaker:

You're a Decepticon. *reason enough*

Bonecrusher:

A DRUNK DECEPTICON WHO AIN'T TRYIN' T'HURT YA.  Y'DON'T GOTTA LIKE ME, BUT 'M TRYIN' T'HELP.  IT USUALLY GOES OVER BETTER IF Y'ALL ARE WILLIN' T'TALK.

Trailbreaker:

I don't need any help from 'Cons.

Bonecrusher:

*sighs*  YER ONE OF TH' REASONS THIS PEACE WILL NEVER LAST.

Trailbreaker:

What?

Bonecrusher:

EXACTLY WHAT I JUS' SAID.  *looks up at the ceiling*  YER NOT HELPIN' TH' PEACE, WITH THAT KINDA ATTITUDE.

Trailbreaker:

I just want to be left alone, is that too much to ask?

Trailbreaker:

That's ruining the truce?

Bonecrusher:

NO, THAT'S NOT.  TH' FACT THAT IF I WERE AN AUTOBOT, Y'D BE LESS LIKELY T'BE HOSTILE TOWARDS ME, AN' WOULD BE TREATIN' ME MORE LIKE AN EQUAL.  THAT IS GONNA BREAK TH' PEACE 'ROUND HERE.  YER MAKIN' IT HARDER FER US T'ADJUST, OUTCASTIN' US AN' MAKIN' US OUT T'BE ALL HORRIBLE MONSTERS.

Trailbreaker:

*the implication that Decepticons are horrible monsters lies thick in the air* Maybe if you left us Autobots alone we wouldn't have to be so hostile.

Bonecrusher:

HOW CAN WE LEAVE Y'ALL ALONE WHEN WE'RE IN SUCH CLOSE QUARTERS?  *slightly strained*  AN' Y'KNOW WHAT Y'WANT, INSTEADA PEACE, TRAILBREAKER?  *tilts his head to look at the Autobot*

Trailbreaker:

What do I want. *please educate*

Bonecrusher:

Y'WANT T'KILL ALL OF US SO Y'NEVER HAVE T'DEAL WITH US AGAIN.  *with an unreadable expression on his face*  Y'WANT US ALL GONE AN' DEAD.

Trailbreaker:

*stares at the 'Con for a long moment* I just want you gone. I don't care where.

Bonecrusher:

.....AWFULLY AUTOBOT OF YA.  "ALL IS ONE" INDEED.

Trailbreaker:

That's Prime's words.

Bonecrusher:

THERE ARE NO AUTOBOTS WITHOUT PRIME.

Bonecrusher:

JUST LIKE THERE ARE NO DECEPTICONS WITHOUT MEGATRON.

Trailbreaker:

Maybe there isn't any Autobots even when Prime's here.

Bonecrusher:

THEN TH' FACTIONS SHOULD HARDLY MATTER T'YA, NOW, SHOULD THEY?

Trailbreaker:

I still have the right to not like mechs.

Bonecrusher:

BUT YER NOT LIKIN' 'EM 'COS OF THEIR FACTION, NOT 'COS 'M BEIN' PARTICULARLY ANNOYIN' OR SOMETHIN'.

Bonecrusher:

LOOK, 'BOT.  IF Y'DON'T LIKE US 'CONS, YOU'VE GOT TWO CHOICES.

Trailbreaker:

Really.

Bonecrusher:

EITHER GET USED T'US, AN' TRY T'GET ALONG WITH US AS HARD AS MOSTA US ARE TRYIN' T'GET ALONG WITH Y'ALL, OR KILL ME AN' RALLY TH' 'BOTS AGAINST TH' 'CONS.  EITHER Y'PURGE US, OR LIVE WITH US.

Trailbreaker:

Or just ignore you.

Trailbreaker:

Have I caused any trouble, lately?

Bonecrusher:

IGNORIN' A PROBLEM DOESN'T MAKE IT GO AWAY.  TRUST ME, I KNOW.  AN' NO, Y'HAVEN'T.  THIS ISN'T PUNISHMENT FER DOIN' SOMETHIN' STUPID.  'M TRYIN' T'FIGURE OUT IF I CAN HELP YOU AN' WARPATH, 'COS Y'TWO LOOK NICE T'GETHER.

Trailbreaker:

Then don't give me slag about what I do and don't.

Trailbreaker:

And I didn't know you were such an aesthetic mech.

Bonecrusher:

I LIKE TRACKS, DON'T I?  *mildly, then quiets a bit*  'M NOT TRYIN' T'GIVE Y'SLAG.  'M TRYIN' T'SHOW YOU HOW I SEE IT.  YER ONE OF TH' 'BOTS THAT WANTS PEACE MORE'N A LOTTA THINGS, AIN'T YA?  'M TRYIN' T'HELP YOU GET IT.

Trailbreaker:

Maybe you ought to talk to your fellow 'Cons about keeping it.

Bonecrusher:

ALL TH' 'CONS I KNOW HAVE BEEN DOIN' A PRETTY SLAGGIN' GOOD JOB OF IT.

Trailbreaker:

*angry and contemptful snort*

Bonecrusher:

*looks at Trailbreaker for a long moment, then adds*  I DON'T KNOW ALL TH' 'CONS YOU MIGHT.

Trailbreaker:

I don't know all the Autobots either, but you sure as hell seem to think so.

Trailbreaker:

*glares*

Bonecrusher:

TH' AUTOBOTS AREN'T TH' ONES HAVIN' TROUBLE WITH PEACE.  MOSTA 'EM, AT LEAST.

Trailbreaker:

Then why are you still here talking to me about it?

Bonecrusher:

.......'COS I KINDA LIKE HANGIN' AROUND SOME AUTOBOTS, AN' DON'T WANT TH' CEASEFIRE T'GO UP IN FLAMES.

Trailbreaker:

I'm not the one putting it on fire. *points out*

Bonecrusher:

NEITHER AM I.  I CAME HERE T'TRY AN' LET YOU YELL AT ME IN WARPATH'S STEAD, SINCE 'M A BIT BETTER AT LISTENIN' THAN HE IS SOMETIMES.

Bonecrusher:

AN' BEIN' FRIENDLY WITH 'BOTS IS A GOOD WAY T'KEEP PEACE.

Trailbreaker:

Yeah, it is.

Trailbreaker:

And if Warpath really did want to be with me, he'd be here instead of you.

Bonecrusher:

HE'S TOO DRUNK T'BE ANYWHERE BUT HIS ROOM.  AN' I TOLD YA, HE THINKS HE MIGHT HURT YA, EVEN THOUGH YOU AN' I BOTH KNOW HE'D PROBABLY TAKE OUT HIS FRUSTRATIONS ON A WALL.  AN' HE ALSO DOESN'T THINK Y'CAN HANDLE YERSELF IN A FIGHT.  THAT CAN'T BE TRUE, THOUGH, 'COS YER HERE, AN' NOT RUSTIN' AWAY ON SOME BACKWATER PLANET.

Bonecrusher:

'M HERE 'COS HE'S STUBBORN, AN' 'M TOO DRUNK T'DO TH' SAME.

Trailbreaker:

*optics narrow* So you're just a messenger boy.

Bonecrusher:

NO, 'M TH' DELIVERY  BOY.  'M A FRIEND, IN THIS CASE.

Bonecrusher:

'M JUS' TRYIN' T'HELP YOU AN' HIM NOT BE MISERABLE.

Trailbreaker:

*ignores that last part* I don't see any packages.

Bonecrusher:

MM, I DIN' KNOW IF YOU DRANK 'ER NOT.  *reaches into a compartment and pulls out two cubes, holding them out to Trailbreaker*  'S KINDA STRONG, BUT I CAN'T AFFORD T'MAKE DIFFERENT GRADES AT TH' MOMENT.

Trailbreaker:

*eyes first the cubes, then Bonecrusher* I drink. When I'm in good company.

Bonecrusher:

SAVE 'EM FER LATER, THEN.  *not retracting his hand*

Bonecrusher:

*yeah, you might not have noticed, 'Breaker, but he kinda gets that you don't like him.*

Trailbreaker:

*nothing wrong with nailing the point* Alright. *takes the cubes after a pause*

Bonecrusher:

......ALRIGHT.  ....WE'RE BOTH FAIRLY CERTAIN THAT WARPATH'S A MORON, RIGHT?

Bonecrusher:

*relaxing against the wall now*

Trailbreaker:

Yeah. *subspaces the cubes, for now*

Bonecrusher:

AN' WE BOTH KNOW Y'STILL COMPLETELY DIG HIM.

Bonecrusher:

RIGHT?

Trailbreaker:

Sure.

Bonecrusher:

NOW.  CAN THIS SITUATION 'TWEEN YOU TWO GET MUCH WORSE THAN IT IS AT THIS PARTICULAR MOMENT?

Trailbreaker:

Probably.

Bonecrusher:

SO ME MEDDLIN' IN YER AFFAIRS FROM A COMPLETELY UNOBTRUSIVE, THIRD-PARTY STANDPOINT AIN'T GONNA MAKE THINGS WORSE, AS I HAVE BEEN THIS WHOLE NIGHT.

Bonecrusher:

RIGHT?

Trailbreaker:

Right.

Trailbreaker:

*take the hint and just go away already*

Bonecrusher:

*hint?  what hint?*  RIGHT THEN.  *pushes himself off the floor, looming a little over the other again*  WONDERFUL.  I REALLY AM SORRY, TRAILBREAKER - Y'SEEM T'HAVE TH' SAME TASTE IN MECHS AS BLACKOUT DOES.  *smirk*  BIG, STUPID, AN' NOT ALL THAT GOOD WITH EMOTIONS.

Trailbreaker:

*wary look*

Trailbreaker:

Maybe I do.

Bonecrusher:

*looks down at him, stepping back a bit so he doesn't stand so high up against the other*  .....WILL Y'ANSWER ONE LAST QUESTION, HONESTLY?

Bonecrusher:

THEN I'LL BE OUTTA YER WAY.

Trailbreaker:

That depends on the question.

Bonecrusher:

*calculates the best way to ask the question*  ....DO YOU STILL WANT WARPATH, KNOWIN' HE'S BIG, STUPID, BAD WITH HIS FEELIN'S, AN' LIKES T'FIGHT?

Trailbreaker:

*mulls it over for a moment - not that he really needs to think about it. After a pause* No.

Bonecrusher:

YOU DON'T WANT HIM.

Trailbreaker:

We had our time together. Obviously it didn't work, so it doesn't really matter if I want him or not.

Bonecrusher:

....PRIMUS DAMN IT!   *finally snaps, stepping back and slamming himself into the wall across the hallway*  I DIDN'T ASK IF IT MATTERED, I JUST WANT TO KNOW IF YOU WANT HIM OR NOT!

Trailbreaker:

*is thrown into full alertness at this - readying a forcefield, just in case the 'Con decides to take it out on him*

Bonecrusher:

*head/wall's a few times in frustration, before heaving air through his intakes and forcing himself to relax*  ....I just want to know what you  want, not what matters or not.

Trailbreaker:

Why? *still defensive*

Bonecrusher:

.....Because I want you two t'work out.  *hoarsely*  Just tell me what you  want.  Please.

Trailbreaker:

Why do you care so much about whether or not me and Warpath are together? *genuinely stumped about that one*

Bonecrusher:

......*vents another sigh*  'Cos he's a lot like me, an' I'd rather one  of us do somethin' right an' not get tangled up.

Trailbreaker:

It's a little too late for that now, though. *drops the hostility*

Bonecrusher:

....Jus' answer th' slaggin' question, 'bot, please.

Trailbreaker:

Him.

Trailbreaker:

*looks for a moment like he's about to say something else, but he remains silent*

Bonecrusher:

*slumps a bit against the wall, looking relieved at the Autobot*  ...Tha' really din' have t'be so fraggin' hard t'say.  I promise I ain't tryin' t'fuck y'up or somethin'.

Trailbreaker:

I wouldn't let you.

Bonecrusher:

I know.  Though, y'know.  *thoughtfully*  We could stage somethin'.  Comm Warpath, make him beat th' ever lovin' slag outta me.  He'd probably realize what a moron he is if he saw y'in danger.  *:D - isn't serious, but still.*

Trailbreaker:

No.

Trailbreaker:

*serious face, he doesn't see any humor in that proposal*

Bonecrusher:

Aww.  *frowns a bit*  Tha's no fun.  *looks at Trailbreaker's face, then rolls his optics*  I was jokin', y'idiot.  'm not gonna pretend t'fuck anyone up.

Trailbreaker:

I don't care.

Trailbreaker:

I can take care of myself. I don't need Warpath's help all the time.

Trailbreaker:

*as an afterthought* And I already told you I don't like it when he fights.

Bonecrusher:

I figure y'can take care of yerself.  *shrugs*  I wouldn't mind sparrin' with someone like you, t'see just what y'can do.  An' I get that y'don't like him fightin', but.... *sighs*  Y'might have t'get used t'that.  Some of us like th' occasional brawl.

Trailbreaker:

And some of us don't. Now who's breaking up the cease-fire?

Bonecrusher:

There's a difference between how I'd fight with Warpath an' how I'd fight with... *waves a hand*  Prime, or somethin'.  Trust me, I've only seen two brawls in th' common room that weren't jus'.... t'pass th' time.  *elaborates*  That meant somethin'.

Trailbreaker:

So brawls are ok, then, but wanting to be left alone isn't?

Bonecrusher:

I never said that.  Jus'.... *sighs*  'm not sober, kiddo, 's kinda hard t'organize alla this.  Th' brawls in th' common room are generally nonserious fights, where we can all sit down an' drink t'gether afterwards.  Th' way y'treat me - that's not wantin' t'be left alone, in my opinion - that's wantin' me an' mine t'go away.  But we can't go away, Trailbreaker.  So...  Would y'please  at least try  t'be civil t'some of us?  Not every last 'con on base is here only  'cos of Megatron.  Some of us like this whole... peace idea.

Trailbreaker:

You want me to be civil? You come here and pry into mine and Warpath's personal business, expecting that I give you everything you want, and you want me to be civil? Despite 'Cons going around fucking up whatever Autobots they damn well please and generally being Decepticons? I don't think you're talking to the right mech, Bonecrusher.

Bonecrusher:

Y'didn't have t'talk t'me.  I made no real effort t'force you t'talk, an' y'coulda slammed that door any time.  An' I dunno which 'Cons you  know, but none of th' ones I  associate with have done anythin'  like that.  *growls*  An' I suppose self-righteous 'bots are allowed t'bully us whenever they want, an' we can't tease 'em back?  Slaggit, Autobot, from what I see, we're tryin' twice  as hard t'be nice than yer fraggin' faction.  Give me some respect.

Trailbreaker:

There's a difference between teasing and fucking someone up, and it's not that hard to see where the line is. And maybe you're all trying so damn hard because you have so much to work on.

Trailbreaker:

And don't think you can come here and demand to get my respect. It's something a mech has to earn for himself.

Bonecrusher:

Who  fucked someone up?  This'd be th' first time I heard 'bout anythin' like that.

Trailbreaker:

*gets a guarded look, he'd promised not to tell anyone, and just stares at 'Crusher* Decepticons fucked up an Autobot.

Bonecrusher:

.....Fraggin' hell.  *facepalms*  Why?

Trailbreaker:

Frag if I know. Because he was an Autobot?

Bonecrusher:

*growls*  Y'told  someone, right?  They ain't just walkin' 'round without a care?

Trailbreaker:

*doesn't respond to that. Silent 'Breaker is silent*

Bonecrusher:

*warningly*  Trailbreaker, if they ain't dealt with, that's only gonna send th' wrong slaggin'  message t'stupid 'cons an' 'bots.

Trailbreaker:

I promised I wouldn't tell anyone. And I won't. *defiant stare*

Bonecrusher:

Y'don't have t'tell me any names.  's better if y'don't.  I jus' wanna know that they got dealt with.  Th' last time a 'bot got torn up by a 'con, nobody even gave a slag.  I'd rather not repeat that.

Trailbreaker:

I don't know. *honest tone*

Bonecrusher:

....Fraggin' -- Prime at least knows,  right?  An' Megatron?

Trailbreaker:

If he told them.

Bonecrusher:

......*sighs and rubs his hand across his face* ....Some of us are tryin' harder'n others t'make nice.

Trailbreaker:

For the sake of the peace, I hope so.

Bonecrusher:

....*frowns, then shakes his head and straightens a bit*  I... *ugh*  I apologize, on behalf of th' 'cons.

Trailbreaker:

I'm not the one you should apologize to. *quietly*

Bonecrusher:

Y'don't wanna give me names.  Y'can pass it along, easily enough, in that case.

Trailbreaker:

Alright. If it means that much to you.

Bonecrusher:

It means more t'me if y'just realize that y'shouldn't distrust all of us this much, fer somethin' one or two did.  *quiet*  I prefer ya t'not like me fer personality issues, insteada jus' my faction.

Trailbreaker:

So you want me to hate you, then, not the Decepticon name?

Bonecrusher:

*nods*  Crazy as it may sound, yeah.

Trailbreaker:

Why?

Bonecrusher:

....'Cos 'm not jus' a Decepticon.  'm Bonecrusher.

Trailbreaker:

That's nice for you, then, Bonecrusher.

Bonecrusher:

I know, it'n it?

Trailbreaker:

And what do you suggest I do? Talk to Warpath, get together again and live happily ever after?

Bonecrusher:

I think y'two both do  needa talk.

Trailbreaker:

No. There's nothing to talk about.

Bonecrusher:

Maybe not.  But I still think y'two do need to.

Trailbreaker:

Good for you, then.

Bonecrusher:

....Yer kinda hard t'talk to, y'know that?  But y'answered my question, an' I'll leave y'alone.

Trailbreaker:

Maybe I just don't want to talk. But yeah, good. Be seeing you around then. *shifts, clearly intending to close the door*

Bonecrusher:

Still, thanks fer humorin' th' drunkard.  I can see why he likes ya.  *starts off down the hall, definitely intending to head back to his room*

Trailbreaker:

*doesn't dignify that with an answer, pushing the keypad, half-glaring at the room as the door slides shut*