That had been so incredibly stupid, and while he had a momentary flash of anger directed at Mirage, it dissipated quickly - the only one at fault here was himself. Slowing down on the path that snaked around Mt. Hood until a human could easily have ambled along beside him, Cliffjumper supposed he should be glad he hadn't waited until Mirage was back.
There could have been an audience---
::Cliffjumper? Something happen after you left?::
Stopping right in his tracks, Cliffjumper scowled, his EM field automatically pulling tight around him.
::How the frag did you---no!:: How in the pit had Bumblebee known?
::Red got in a tizzy, and then I caught a brief glimpse of Mirage as he disappeared into his quarters. Didn't look too happy, and besides patrols and stuff, you were the only one out there.:: Bumblebee's tone was even and patient, carrying a nearly affable implication of 'I can't leave you alone, can I?'
::... I. Might. Have accused him of workin' with the Decepticons. Or that Bombshell might've gotten to him.:: Cliffjumper muttered slowly over the comm, staring at the ground. There was no reason to try and lie, since his initial reaction would've told Bumblebee he had done something.
::You---CJ.:: A wash of static followed the exasperated burst, but before Cliffjumper could rally an angry defense, Bumblebee continued. ::Come meet me in my quarters and tell me everything, 'kay? You don't make things easy for yourself, do you?::
He didn't want to, but talking with Bee might be a good idea.
::... Gimmie a cycle.::
::Just don't blow anything important up.::
-----------------------
A week later - a busy week, as Cliffjumper had done the punishment detail and then worked hard on avoiding Mirage as much as possible - Cliffjumper still wasn't sure how he was going to apologise.
That he would do it... yeah, he was, Bee had beat him over the helm until he'd agreed that he knew he had to. Didn't mean he actually wanted to do it, or what might be a good one.
He wasn't very good at apologising.
Moreover, while he'd rather not admit to it, the fact that Mirage might not accept it - or accept it but stay angry at and aloof with him, which was worse than the vaguely amiable nods in passing or brief conversations when they'd shared routine maintenance or surveillance shifts, sat unpleasantly.
Not that he'd thought he'd actually had any chance at all before, but now he probably definitely didn't have one.
Trundling morosely down one of the Ark's many corridors, Cliffjumper was trying to think up good apology-plans and discarding each one for being stupid or things he couldn't do. Especially when 'I'm sorry' would probably be hard enough to spit out.
He was such a fraggin' idiot---
Helm snapping up, Cliffjumper stopped, and then slowly backed up a few steps and faced the door he'd thought... Leaning forward and resting a hand on the door, Cliffjumper had almost decided he'd just imagined it when the caught the noise again.
Optics narrowing, Cliffjumper upped the sensitivity on audials and opened up the sensory input for his horns, after a moment or two able to piece the inputs together to---
Muffled moaning?
He almost blushed then, but managed to keep his field under control and the only reason he didn't leave then and there was because there was no fragging reason for anyone to be doing something that might require moaning in an unusued supply storage.
Which meant that whatever was going on, was probably not something illicit in terms of Decepticon activity, but bad nontheless and Cliffjumper slapped his hand down on the opening mechanism.
He hadn't really expected the door to open (he'd have pulled out a gun or something if it hadn't, though), and was briefly as stunned about that as at what he was seeing.
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Date: 2013-11-20 07:34 pm (UTC)There could have been an audience---
::Cliffjumper? Something happen after you left?::
Stopping right in his tracks, Cliffjumper scowled, his EM field automatically pulling tight around him.
::How the frag did you---no!:: How in the pit had Bumblebee known?
::Red got in a tizzy, and then I caught a brief glimpse of Mirage as he disappeared into his quarters. Didn't look too happy, and besides patrols and stuff, you were the only one out there.:: Bumblebee's tone was even and patient, carrying a nearly affable implication of 'I can't leave you alone, can I?'
::... I. Might. Have accused him of workin' with the Decepticons. Or that Bombshell might've gotten to him.:: Cliffjumper muttered slowly over the comm, staring at the ground. There was no reason to try and lie, since his initial reaction would've told Bumblebee he had done something.
::You---CJ.:: A wash of static followed the exasperated burst, but before Cliffjumper could rally an angry defense, Bumblebee continued. ::Come meet me in my quarters and tell me everything, 'kay? You don't make things easy for yourself, do you?::
He didn't want to, but talking with Bee might be a good idea.
::... Gimmie a cycle.::
::Just don't blow anything important up.::
-----------------------
A week later - a busy week, as Cliffjumper had done the punishment detail and then worked hard on avoiding Mirage as much as possible - Cliffjumper still wasn't sure how he was going to apologise.
That he would do it... yeah, he was, Bee had beat him over the helm until he'd agreed that he knew he had to. Didn't mean he actually wanted to do it, or what might be a good one.
He wasn't very good at apologising.
Moreover, while he'd rather not admit to it, the fact that Mirage might not accept it - or accept it but stay angry at and aloof with him, which was worse than the vaguely amiable nods in passing or brief conversations when they'd shared routine maintenance or surveillance shifts, sat unpleasantly.
Not that he'd thought he'd actually had any chance at all before, but now he probably definitely didn't have one.
Trundling morosely down one of the Ark's many corridors, Cliffjumper was trying to think up good apology-plans and discarding each one for being stupid or things he couldn't do. Especially when 'I'm sorry' would probably be hard enough to spit out.
He was such a fraggin' idiot---
Helm snapping up, Cliffjumper stopped, and then slowly backed up a few steps and faced the door he'd thought... Leaning forward and resting a hand on the door, Cliffjumper had almost decided he'd just imagined it when the caught the noise again.
Optics narrowing, Cliffjumper upped the sensitivity on audials and opened up the sensory input for his horns, after a moment or two able to piece the inputs together to---
Muffled moaning?
He almost blushed then, but managed to keep his field under control and the only reason he didn't leave then and there was because there was no fragging reason for anyone to be doing something that might require moaning in an unusued supply storage.
Which meant that whatever was going on, was probably not something illicit in terms of Decepticon activity, but bad nontheless and Cliffjumper slapped his hand down on the opening mechanism.
He hadn't really expected the door to open (he'd have pulled out a gun or something if it hadn't, though), and was briefly as stunned about that as at what he was seeing.
"... What the frag are ya doin' and stop that!"