-Later on that evening-

Cyclonus has just went to bed on his berth and flipped the light off. He shut his optics and sighed, allowing himself to relax.

Not even 5 minutes later, his audio receptors picked up the sound of little pedesteps approaching his berth.

"Psst, Cyclonus..."

One optic cracked open and glared at whoever was at his berthside. "Whirl I swear to Primus..." he mumbled, about ready to lose it.

"It's me, Tailgate." Tailgate whispered again, his bright blue optics casting a faint glow on Cyclonus's dull purple frame.

Cyclonus opened both optics and sat up, rubbing them thoroughly. There was Tailgate, standing with his arms up against his chest. He sighed, letting his anger dissolve. "What's wrong, Tailgate?"

"Well..." Tailgate mumbled, tapping his pointer fingers together. "I had a nightmare and... I was wondering if I could sleep with you?"

Cyclonus sighed, rubbing his optics again and looking at Tailgate. "Would it make you feel better if I let you?"

Tailgate nodded, glancing off to the side.

Cyclonus groaned, moving over to make room for Tailgate.

Tailgate climbed up onto the berth and got comfortable, snuggling up against Cyclonus's warm frame. "Thanks, Cyclonus..." he mumbled, yawning and drifting into recharge.

Cyclonus sighed and couldn't help but smile. Tailgate looked so cute when he was in recharge. He wrapped his arm around him and pulled him closer, closing his optics and drifting off to recharge.

-Morning-

Cyclonus yawned, his systems slowly onlining. His optics flickered open and he looked down to see Tailgate curled up in a ball up against his chest. "Poor little mech.." he mumbled, carefully stretching so he wouldn't wake him up.

Tailgate mumbled something and yawned, stretching his little limbs. He rolled onto his back and looked up into Cyclonus's deep red optics. "Good morning, Cyclonus!" He said cheerfully, poking Cyclonus's nose and giggling.

"Morning.... did you recharge well?" Cyclonus huffed, allowing Tailgate to touch his face. He was kind of uncomfortable, but he something about the minibot intrigued him in a way no one else on board did. Tailgate was kind to him, even though he looked like a complete murderer.

"Yeah... sorry about last night. I usually don't have bad nightmares.." Tailgate sighed, folding his arms behind his head and propping himself up.

"It's alright, everyone has their bad days and nights. Some more than others..." Cyclonus grumbled, looking off to the side.

"What do you mean? Do you have nightmares too?"

"Never mind, pretend I didn't say that. Lets go get some energon to fill our tanks..." Cyclonus quickly said, sitting up and sliding off the berth.

Tailgate tilted his head in confusion and scratched his chin. "Hmm.... he's hiding something..." he mumbled to himself, hopping off the berth and trotting after Cyclonus down the hall.

-Lounge-

"Cyclonus Wait! My little legs can't keep up!" Tailgate protested, trying his best to keep up with Cyclonus's long strides.

Cyclonus sighed and paused, waiting patiently for Tailgate to catch up. "Can't you walk any faster?"

"Well yeah, but my legs are too sh—AHHHHHH!" Tailgate took off running past Cyclonus like a speed demon.

"What the.." Cyclonus was utterly confused. He turned around and realized why Tailgate was running. "Whirl! You fragging slaghead!"

Whirl was peeking around the wall with a scary mask on, giggling uncontrollably. "I'm sorry! I just had to!"

"Oh I'm gonna kill you now..." Cyclonus growled darkly, cracking his knuckles and his neck. He drew his katanas and narrowed his optics.

Whirl shrieked like a little girl and took off down the hallway, the mask clattering to the ground behind him.

Cyclonus started chasing him through the confusing network of hallways and corridors. He whizzed past other mechs, only having time to hear their shouts of surprise as he blasted past them.

Finally, he caught up to Whirl and flung his katanas aside, tackling him to the ground and starting a fist fight with him.

"Magnussss! Cyclonus and Whirl are at it again!" Rodimus shouted as he poked his head out of the room he was in.

Swerve was cheering them on and Rewind was recording the whole thing. Ultra Magnus arrived on the scene and struggled to break them up.

"What could you two possibly be fighting about now?" He grumbled, holding Whirl back by his head.

"Aw come on Magnus! I... ngh... just want to give ol' Cyclonus here a... ow... hug!" Whirl cackled, his pinchers snapping close to Cyclonus's head.

"Yeah right you fragging freak! Try picking on someone your own size!" Cyclonus snarled, pushing past Ultra Magnus and tackling Whirl again.

Ratchet arrived with his medical kit and sighed, shaking his helm. "Another fight? Oh bother, just let them fight it out. They'll eventually get tired..." he set his medical kit down and crossed his arms across his chest.

Cyclonus had Whirl pinned by the neck and he held him down by his weight. He was about to hit Whirl again when a squeaky little voice stopped him.

"Cyclonus! What did I say about fighting?!" Tailgate's voice rose above everyone else's as he stepped to the front of the crowd.

Whirl giggled and punched Cyclonus in the jaw, but got no reaction. "You need your little friend to get you out of fights, huh?"

"Shut up!" Cyclonus snarled, slamming Whirl's head back on the floor.

Tailgate stormed over to Cyclonus and put his hands on his hips, tapping his pede impatiently. "Cyclonus..."

Cyclonus huffed and got off of Whirl, giving him a good kick in the side as he did. He wiped the energon from his mouth and looked down at Tailgate. "I know! I'm not supposed to be fighting..."

"And?"

Cyclonus rolled his optics and groaned, turning and looking at Whirl as he slowly got up. "I'm sorry for attacking you."

"Yeah! You better b—" Ratchet's hand slapped across Whirl's face before he could say anything else to provoke Cyclonus.

"Good, now lets go get you cleaned up." Tailgate huffed, pulling Cyclonus along by the hand down the hallway.

Everyone there just stood still in shock. Even Ultra Magnus had a confused look on his face.

"Did... did that just happen?" Rodimus stammered in disbelief.

"Heck yeah it did! And I got it all on camera!" Rewind cheered, making everyone glare at him.

"We've got a mess to clean up, that's for sure.." Ratchet grumbled, looking at all the scattered parts and splatters of energon from the fight.