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Prompt # 86 Cover | Transformers
Title: Old Shield
Fandom: Transformers
Continuity: Bayverse
Rating: G
Character: Sideswipe
Warnings: none
Prompt: cover
Things Sideswipe had lost count of: the number of battles he’d fought; the number of Decepticon confirmed-kills he had, and the number of times that Ironhide’s words had welled up from some deep area in the back of his programming to save his aft.
Cover blocked fire; concealment did not. And neither, ever, were safe, guaranteed.
He’d hated Ironhide back then, flinched at that grating voice, sneered at the battered black armor as he clomped past, so unlike Sideswipe’s own lithe, silver frame.
“You know nothing, old wreck,” he’d said back then, throwing hard words at Ironhide’s hard-learned lessons.
Then.