My Gentle Giant

"I mean, how did you get into reparing spacebridges? You must have felt out of place without all the 'Con smashing, huh? Must feel right at home now!"

Bulkhead scratched the back of his neck with a giant servo and chuckled, ducking his head. "I guess they were desperate." Choking on his energon and finishing his cube off, Sentinel continued to laugh.

"They'd have to be to hire someone like you! I mean, come on, you can't repair tiny fragile wires that need gentle, caring, slim digits when you got those big smashin' servos!"

"Heh, yeah, right...All I'm good for is smashing stuff." Sentinel nodded and slapped Bulkhead on the shoulder. The green mech jerking forward slightly. "Damn right! If it were up to me, you wouldn't have ever touched a bundle of wires."

Bulkhead nodded and forced a strained laugh at the Elite afthead. It was easier to just go along with everything Sentinel Slaghead said, besides...he was half-right.

Bulkhead was a giant hobbling klutz that couldn't walk anywhere without destroying something, and he knew it too. Sentinel stood up with a soft grunt and stretched his arms above his helm. "Well, I'm gonna get some recharge. Tell that auto-medic that I'm sleeping in his quarters tonight."

Watching the mech leave and turn the corner down the hall to the medbay, Bulkhead let out an exhausted sigh. Why Sentinel and his team were staying in their base while their time on earth, Bulkhead wanted to know, because they could have easly set up headquarters somewhere else. The base was too crowded and the constant voice of Sentinel was getting to be to much for him.

For everyone, actually.

Even with Prowl's comforting words, Sentinel still made him feel smaller than Sari.

Someone cleared their vocalizer from the entranceway and Bulkhead looked up at the ninjabot walking silently towards him. A soft smile on the approahing bots faceplates.

"Oh, hey, Prowl" Bulkhead greeted and moved over in his seat for the black and gold bot. "Your back early from patrol. Did you and Jazz talk? See any Cons?"

Prowl ignored the spot beside the mech and plopped down on Bulkhead's lap. Wrapping his slim arms as much as he could around the others' neck. "I had a very nice chat with Jazz. But I don't think you can say the same for you and Sentinel. I heard the whole thing."

Chuckling lightly, Bulkhead wrapped his large arms loosely around the smaller bots and waist and pulled him closer. Leaning back into his seat and clossing his optics. "It's not a big deal, Prowl"

"It is, and you know it" Prowl said with a small uncharacteristic pout on his lips. " You have to stop letting those...those slagheads walk all over you. Or, primus help me, I will!" Prowl said firmly, curling up closer to his lover and resting his head on the warm chest. "You're a million times the mech Sentinel could ever dream of being."

Tightning his hold around Prowl and bringing him closer, Bulkhead kissed him shyly on the forehead. Letting his lips linger over the warm, smooth metal for a moment.

"I hate it when you let them get to you," Prowl sighed, tracing random designs on the mechs chest. "And then you make me promise not to do anything...You were hired to repair spacebridges because you were qualified to do such, no one was desperate. Your the most gentle and caring bot I've ever met, and..." Turning his face up to Bulkhead, Prowl stretched up and kissed him softly. Cupping the larger mechs cheek warmly and leaning back to smile.

"You'll always be my gentle giant."