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A gentle breeze swept across the land picking up sand and carrying pebbles along its way. Somewhere in a dessert stood a volcano that held the Autobots home base: the Ark.
It was night time on earth, and inside the mechs were deep in recharge inside their rooms unaware of the construction vehicles making their way towards them.
Stopping far enough to not be detected by Teleetran, but enough to be heard, the vehicles came to a stop. Transforming into root mode, Scavenger looked upon where his beloved rested. It had took a lot of pleading and bribing to convince his brothers to do this, but he found it was all worth it if it meant he and his beloved could finally take the next step in their relationship.
Months of courting had lead them to this. They've seen each other so many times it was obvious they could finally put a label on what they had. He just hoped he'd enjoyed it though, his lover always had something negative to say. Surely he would-
"Scavenger!" Yelled out Scrapper, startling him. "Stop standing there and let's get this over with before we're spotted and gunned downed!"
"R-right!" Unsubspacing a trumpet Scavenger removed his mouth piece and took a deep invent in.
And blew.
Gears twisted and turned in his berth as he tried to push his pillow further into his audials, squeezing his optics shut in hopes he could just go into recharge through the horrible music. He had already been having troubles sleeping, at first it had been too hot, then it was too cold, then the joints in his legs hurt so badly he had to sleep on his back (which was hard to do with the hood of his alt-mode) and just when he was finally falling into recharge- he is woken up to an assault to his audials!
"I swear if Blaster is downloading music into his software again I'm gonna throw him back to Cybertron..." He muttered.
After a few more minutes of glaring at the wall and grumbling out threats, Gears finally decided to get up and see what was causing the ruckus.
'Not like i was getting any 'charge anyway,' he thought miserably.
Throwing his insulation sheet away, Gears stomped and grumbled all the way to the common room.
Apparently he wasn't the only one who got woken up as there was a fairly large amount of mechs standing infront of the entrance, looking at the source of the sound. Making his way towards the crowd, he overheard pieces of others conversations.
"What are they doing?"
"Is this some sort of battle tactic?"
"Are we supposed to shoot them?"
"A fight?! At this hour???"
"Where did they get their instruments?"
Gears pushed his way through planning on giving the perpetrators a piece of his mind. Finally making his way to the front Gears stood next to Jazz and Blaster, the only ones actually enjoying this torture.
"Not bad for decepta-creeps" admitted Jazz. Blaster agreed.
Turning his attention infront of him, Gears finally saw what had awoken him.
He thought he felt his spark stop.
Standing on top of a hill were the constructicons, each one holding a human instrument. And in the center of it all was Scavenger, playing a trumpet of his own as if his life depended on it. He was so lost in playing that when he finally caught sight if Gears he was so shocked he played a wrong note.
All of the Autobots flinched and grimaced at it.
Removing the instrument from his mouth he waved at his brothers to stop their playing. Crouching to grab a piece of cardboard near his feet, he held it up high above his helm. The words written across of it already telling Gears why this was all happening. Pursing his lips Scavenger yelled,
"Autobot Gears" he paused, "Will you be my conjux?"
Gears felt like he was just shot by voltage, he stiffened at a lost for words. All of his teammates were now looking at him, awaiting for his response.
It felt like the whole world stopped.
He probably stood there, mouth agape unsure of what to do before a lite bump brought him back to conscious. Glancing over, he saw Jazz giving him a reassuring smile. Moving his helm signaling at the construction and nodding his head.
Gears huffed. Annoyed he had to deal with this so early in the morning. Glaring straight at the excavator, he cupped his servos around his mouth and answered, "I will if you and your noisy gestlat leave RIGHT NOW!!!"
The nervous smile painting Scavenger's face was quickly replaced by a big denta smile. He whooped and cheered as he placed the sign under his arm. Walking ahead of his gestlat as they subspaced their instruments, his excavator claw swooshing side to side like a puppy's tail.
Gears sighted grateful that it was all over.
A pat on his back startled him as he realized everyone was congratulating him on his new relationship.
"Congrats mech, I'm happy for ya" Jazz said, with that same smile on his face.
Gears rolled his optics and crossed his arms, "I only accepted so he could let us have a good nights recharge. That's all." He retorted.
But as he walked back to his room with energon rushing to his cheeks, Gears would claim it was just because of embarrassment.
Nothing else...