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Heatwave is torn apart. They all are, but as the most aggressively protective of the Rescue Bots, he shows it the most violently. Throughout the entire time Mic is in the hospital, he spends his time either on patrol or beating the hell out of the metal training log, furious at himself for not being fast enough and furious at the world for putting her in that situation. Mic was so bright and full of life. She looked so small when Chase lifted her bleeding body out of the rubble. He turns his worry, fear, and despair into inconsolable wrath because it’s the only way he knows how to cope. It’s the only way he knows how to protect himself from pain. He’s lost loved ones before, and he doesn’t know what he’ll do if he loses the little human that’s like his daughter. That he’d gladly die for. It should have been him.

Chase is numb. The shock should have worn off by now, but it hasn’t. His servos still twitch and clench as if he can still feel the tiny warm body cradled in them and see the red liquid spattering his fingertips. He doesn’t sleep, doesn’t stop working, because of he does his mind will wander. He’ll see how pale and still she was and wonder if her eyes would ever open again. Whenever Chief orders him to rest, which he does - “You need to rest, partner, you won’t be able to function if you don’t” - he replays the accident over and over and over again in his head, visualizing how it could have gone better… and how it could have gone worse. Could he have gotten there quicker and saved her? Could he have held the ceiling up? What if she hadn’t gotten Chief out of the way and they had both been hurt? What that ceiling beam had fallen at a different angle and crushed her spine? The questions spiral endlessly, and all Chase can do is wait for news while worry ruthlessly clenches his spark like a vice.

Blades is distraught. He has always been the most anxious ‘Bot on the team. He follows Chief around constantly, asking questions rapid fire whenever the older human gets a call - Was that the hospital? Is she okay? Is she going to live? When is Mic coming home? - to the point where he worries Chief is two seconds from kicking him out of the firehouse. But he can’t help it. He paces around constantly, unable to sit still, unable to stop moving due to nerves. It’s horrible to have to wait, so he tries to occupy his mind. Would Mic like a welcome home party when she gets back, or will she be too tired? Will she be the same? Will she recover? He wants to see her again - see her smile, make her laugh with his (usually poorly timed) pop culture references - but they don’t know when Mic is coming home yet. Humans are so fragile compared to Cybertronians, and while he knows Mic is strong, he worries that irreparable damage was done. He worries she might not come home at all.

Boulder watches the others, human and Cybertronian alike. He’s always been the rock of the team, always coped with traumatic situations the best. He was a construction bot in Kaon before he was a Rescue Bot, so he’s seen his fair share of hell. Heatwave lashes out when he’s hurting, Chase shuts down, and Blades can’t sit still. Boulder developed healthy coping tactics. So he tries to help the others, tries to drag them away from their vices. But sometimes, when he’s soothing himself - painting, or calmly and logically negating anxious thoughts - he remembers how Mic’s breath faltered and how she barely opened her eyes even as Dani lifted her into Blades to rush her to the hospital. The paintbrush falters, and his throat burns. But Boulder keeps forging ahead, trying to keep the others from spinning out of control, because he has to. He’s their rock, and if he’s not doing it for them, he’s doing it for Mic. She wouldn’t want them to fall apart like this. But how can one not fall apart when someone they love so dearly is so badly hurt?

Here ya go! Some freshly served Rescue Bots angst :D - Leaf

Currently Crying

FUCKING SOBBING MY PALS

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Thank you @leafdragon16 for helping find a quote.

Thank you again @leafdragon16 for the help

SERVO MY BELOVED 🧡🐶

He is best boi

Can I please hug servo (from rescue bots) he is best boi and (in my au) gets adopted into the burns family.

One good boi coming right up!

Mic belongs to @technoorganicmic

“The apartment on the far side are secure,” Boulder called down to the Griffin Rock Rescue Team as they approached the scorched shell of the building. “Just stay away from the wall. Heatwave joined them, bracing his hand beneath the exposed floor of the unstable side of the building to hopefully offer some support in case anything were to happen. Blades cupped his hands and allowed Dani to step into them, lifting her up so she could shine her flashlight into the windows. Kade, Graham, and Cody stayed outside to watch while Chief headed for the door. One of the citizens had apparently left their medicine inside, and he wasn’t going to deprive them of that.

“Dad, wait!” Chief turned to see Mic jogging over to him. “I’m coming with you.”

“Kiddo, I appreciate it, but I don’t think-“

“It’s safe? Yeah, I know,” Mic said. “You always insist we use the buddy system, and you’re no exception. That’s why I’m coming with you. Plus, four eyes are better than two, right?”

Chief let out a breath but smiled, squeezing her shoulder. “Okay. Good point. Just stay close, alright? I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Mic nodded and pulled out a flashlight, clicking it on. The two of them approached the building together, passing by Chase who was crouching by the entrance. “Please remain in my line of sight, Chief, Mic,” the police bot said, staring down at them. “Then I can assure your safety.”

“Mr. Hooten said his medicine’s in the bedroom,” Chief explained, a gentle laugh just barely audible in his voice. “We’ll be careful, partner.”

Chase still watched them like a hawk as the pair went inside. Mic glanced up at the ceiling as some dust rained down upon them, and then glanced back. Her littlest brother, Cody, had his flashlight trained upon them and was watching closely. He looked worried. Trying to ease his concern, Mic shot him a wink and a wave. Cody waved back, smiling slightly, and seemed a bit more at ease. Even so, his worry didn’t disappear completely, especially when the building’s supports groaned loudly.

Mic caught up to Chief, and both of them swept their flashlights across the room. Dust trickled down from the ceiling again, and Chief hissed gently through his teeth. “We shouldn’t stay here very long,” he said.

“In and out,” Mic said as the pair reached the bedroom door. “I’ll check the bathroom cabinets, you check the bedside table.”

“Good plan,” Chief said, smiling slightly. He watched her out of the corner of his eye as he checked the bedside table, making sure she wasn’t near any particularly unstable spots. His fingers brushed over a hard, plastic container, and he scooped it up triumphantly. “Jackpot!”

“Great,” Mic said, jogging out of the bathroom. “Let’s get out of here. This place is giving me the creeps.”

“Probably because it’s falling apart,” Chief teased good-naturedly, ruffling their hair as they joined him at the exit. “Those are your survival instincts talking.”

“At least that means I have them,” Mic joked as they walked together towards the massive hole in the wall. They could see Chase waiting just outside. “Unlike Kade.”

“Don’t bully your older brother,” Chief chuckled. “…But you’re not wrong.” Mic grinned, and Chief couldn’t help but feel a little nostalgic for the times when she was just a little girl. His kid had grown up to be fearless and kind, and he couldn’t be prouder, but sometimes time just seemed to pass too fast.

Suddenly, a rumble like an earthquake shook the building, and dust and rubble began to pour down from the ceiling in earnest. Chief and Mic paused, both of their eyes widening when they saw cracks racing along the walls and ceiling. “Go!” Chief said, pushing her ahead of him as they ran through the final doorway and towards the gaping hole in the side of the building.

“Dad! Mic!” they heard Cody cry from outside, rushing closer but not daring to go inside the collapsing building. Mic looked up again, watching the cracks beat them to the exit. Her heart sank. They weren’t going to make it. Or at least not both of them.

The choice was easy. She fell back slightly, grabbing her father’s shoulders. With one mighty shove, the roar of the building crashing down filling her ears, Mic pushed him out the hole right as debris slammed down into her, completely obscuring them from sight.

“MIC!” Chief screamed, scrambling to his feet before the dust could even settle, tearing into the debris with his bare hands even as it scraped against his skin. No, no, no, not his kid, please-!

Chase and Heatwave were at his side instantly, the firebot gently nudging him aside. “Boulder, get Chief!” he yelled hoarsely. They needed him out of the way to move the debris without risking hurting even more of their family. Boulder nodded and scooped up Chief, murmuring comfort to him as the police chief beat against his servos, begging him to let him find his daughter.

Chase lifted a beam, and Heatwave cleared away the last of the debris, and there she was. Humans were already so small compared to them, but curled up on her side and unmoving, Mic looked tiny. Chase felt his vents stop intaking as he noted the dust and blood coating her hair and clothes. Boulder and Blades leaned closer from where they had come to help, Blades’ optics instantly filling with coolant.

Was she breathing? Heatwave retracted his visor, servos beginning to tremble uncontrollably. Chief had gone silent in Boulder’s grasp, staring up at the green bot’s wide, glassy optics and praying it didn’t meant what he thought it did. Finally, Mic shuddered and coughed weakly, then spasmed as pain wracked her body.

Chase didn’t feel nearly as much relief as he thought. She was alive, yes, but the shuddering clearly meant something was wrong. He clenched his fists to force a tremor out of his servos and reached down, scooping her up as gently as possible.

There was a sharp, loud crack, and Mic gave a wheezy, shrill scream. Chase forced himself not to flinch and make things worse, having felt something in her abdomen snap. Chief redoubled his struggles in Boulder’s hands.

“Blades, transform!” Dani cried, panic audible in her voice as she waved her bot over. “We need to get them to a hospital, now!”

The entire family rushed over as Chase lowered her to the ground away from the building, but it was Kade who carefully received her. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” he said, cradling her as gently as he could even as Mic jerked with pain at the disturbance. Chief helped support him as the two of them rushed to Blades’ waiting alt mode, and Kade climbed in with Dani.

Cody grasped his father’s hand as Blades took off, carrying his sibling away. He had never seen his father so pale… or one of his family member’s so grievously injured. Chief’s hand shook in his, and he squeezed it. “Dad, she’s going to be okay, right?” he asked shakily.

Chief took a deep breath, pulling his composure back together. He couldn’t fall apart in front of his family. Not now. Not when they needed him most. But god, if he lost his kid… “She’ll pull through,” he said, squeezing Cody’s hand back and praying it was true. “She’s tough. Let’s get Mr. Hooten his medicine, and then we can get to the hospital.”

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Meanwhile, at the Clay scrapyard, Fix-It suddenly started to wave his arms to get Bumblebee and Optimus’ attention. “We’re receiving a transmission!” He turned to tap on the console, frowning. “Huh. I d-d-d-d-didn’t even know we had a transmittor. Anyway, it’s from, uh… Griffin Rock?”

“Griffin Rock?” Bumblebee repeated, approaching with a smile on his face. “That’s great! That team is the best. What did they say?”

“Um, they said to come as fast as possible,” Fix-It said. “Apparently someone named Mic got… er… caught in a falling building?”

The smile slid right off of Bumblebee’s faceplates, and Optimus’ expression hardened in a way that it usually only did in battle. “Does it mention her condition?”

“She’s alive,” Fix-It said, worried. “But not in good shape. Are- are we leaving right now?”

“We must,” Optimus said, activating his battle mask. “This person is very important to us both. If they have been hurt, we must check on them.” He transformed, revving his engines. “Autobots, roll out!”

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Alright, hope you enjoy the angst! >:D (And the slightly cliché ending, lol) Writing Chief being extra parental right before everything quite literally comes crashing down was my favorite part personally because it makes everything hurt that much worse!

~ Leaf

Thank you @leafdragon16 you are amazing Pal 😭