Warnings for cuteness that may cause diabeetus
Word Count: 1,974
Nymphis stretched her back struts, and yawned; she absolutely HATED monitor duty. She was an engineer after all, and enjoyed doing work with her servos, not sitting on her aft in front of a bunch of computers. Resting her chin in her palm she huffed. As soon as she was relieved, she was going straight to the wash racks and getting some much needed stasis. Her berth was practically calling her name. She had spent the last few cycles locked in the lab and completely forgo that it was her turn for watching the cameras during the night cycle. Why did this ship even need security cameras? They had landed on the other side of the planet and were in the middle of nowhere. Her lack of recharge was beginning to make her more irritated than she already was.
“Ugh. Damn duty roster is rigged I swear,” she mumbled with a pout.
Sighing, she then frowned at her temper. It was her own fault for not recharging when she should have. Plus, everyone always did their fair share, and she knew it. That still didn’t help that she was bored a the pit though. It felt like she had been sitting at this desk for ages.
A knock on the door frame started her out of her thoughts.
“Hey! Your shift’s over! Get the frag outta here already will ya!” Phryno said with that obnoxiously large smile of his.
Nymphis practically bounced out of her seat, “Oh thank Primus! I don’t understand how you guys can even stand to look at a screen after this.”
She lifted her arms above her helm as she stood, hearing the stiff gears in her shoulders squeal.
Phryno gave her a lopsided smirk before he shrugged. “Dunno, must be from playing so many video games,” he said with a laugh as the femme shook her helm at him.
“How did you manage to get MC to buy those stupid Earth games for you again? You know what, whatever, I don’t even care. The only thing I care about right now is a visit to the wash racks and some recharge.”
“You know, I could always ditch the monitors and join you,” Phryno said with a wink.
The mischievous look on his face plates fell as Nymphis rested her servos on her hips, one orbital ridge quirking upward, apparently not amused by the joke. He threw his servos up in defeat as he plopped down in the desk chair.
“Kidding! I was kidding. Primus, you guys never get my humor,” he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest plates, bottom lip jutting outward.
Nymphis just rolled her optics, ‘That’s because you are never funny,’ she thought to herself.
“I’m outta here; enjoy your solitude. Maybe it will give you time to actually think of a good joke.”
“Ha ha,” the mech laughed sarcastically. But he quickly smiled as she turned to leave.
“Oh, Nymph! Be quiet when you reach the rec room, don’t wanna wake the sleeping beauties!” He called out as he swiveled his seat back around to face the monitors.
She paused for a moment as she rounded the corner, unsure as to if she should ask what Phryno meant. Thinking it was another attempt at a lame joke, she just shook it off. She was beginning to get a processor ache, and was not in the mood. Instead she continued down the long dark corridor, noticing a faint glow at the end of the hall that led to the rec room.
“Weird, everyone else should be asleep at this time of night,” she whispered to herself.
As she reached the end of the corridor, she poked her helm around the corner of the room and saw that someone had left the vid screen on. The volume was turned down, and the program playing was one she was unsure of. The soft murmur of the announcer’s voice was the only sound that filled the room. Nymphis entered slowly at first before walking around the back of the large couch to turn off the screen. As she reached down for the control pad, she froze. There on the couch were Reznik and Morrow Cry curled up together; both seemed to be deep in recharge. The medic had himself propped up slightly, his arms were wrapped around the younger mech’s back, and he cradled the other’s forhelm against his neck. So this is what Phryno was talking about. Afraid she might wake them, she decided to leave the program on, but quietly padded over to the sleeping mechs to get a better look. It was adorable, and she didn’t think she would ever get an opportunity to see this again. She didn’t even known Reznik had a soft side until MC joined their team, and it wasn’t until recently that she had noticed the way he acted around the smaller mech. She still couldn’t believe she was the last one on the ship to figure it out. Lost in her thoughts, she almost yelped as a pair of mismatched gold and orange optics shot open and then narrowed, glaring at her. She stiffened, unsure of what to say or do. ‘Don’t mind me, I was just watching you two sleep; yeah, that isn’t creepy at all,’ she thought.
“I’m sorry. Did I wake you?” She whispered, trying not to look guilty.
Reznik’s gaze softened as his optics refocused, realizing who it was.
“Wasn’t asleep,” he mumbled.
“O-oh…” She averted her optics, suddenly feeling even more awkward.
Nymphis blinked, “Uh, what?”
“Sit.” Reznik repeated as he nodded his helm to the short table behind her.
She stood there for a moment feeling stupid before finally taking a seat, now optic level with the white mech in front of her. She held her servos in her lap, digits fiddling with each other.
Reznik gave her a hard stare for a moment, before closing his optics and letting out a sigh, “Why have you not been recharging?”
The femme’s optics widened at that. “How did you--”
“It’s my job to know,” he said, his mouth turning upward into a small smile. “Besides, your optics are abnormally dim, you’re slouching, and your servos are shaking.”
Nymphis sat upright at the statement. “Yeah… I kind of lost myself in my work these last few cycles and I just got off monitor duty. But I feel fine, just tired. My servos are shaking more from being nervous than anything.”
“Nervous? Why are you nervous?” The medic gave her a confused look.
“Um, well,” she rubbed the back of her helm. “I was actually on my way back to my hab-suite now. I just got side-tracked when I, uh… saw you two. Couldn’t help but admire how peaceful you both looked,” she said sheepishly.
Reznik let out a soft hum. “He fell into recharge half way through the movie. I think all the sparring practice and study sessions he has been doing lately finally caught up with him. I’ve never seen him sleep this hard.”
Said mech stirred slightly, audio flares twitching as he let out a whimper. Reznik lifted one servo to pet along Morrow’s helm, attempting to soothe him from whatever dream he was having. Nymphis watched with a warm smile as the smaller mech finally relaxed back into a comfortable sleep as the other continued to rub small circles along his helm and back.
“Wow, you really do love him don’t you?”
The medic grunted, servo stopping in surprise. Nymphis’ optics widened as she realized she had blurted her thought out loud.
“I. am. So. Sorry. I didn’t… I mean I.. It’s none of my business…” she stuttered.
“No, it’s alright. Everyone else seems to have noticed,” Reznik replied with a slight shrug.
“Except for MC,” the femme crossed her arms beginning to feel a little more daring. “Why haven’t you told him yet?”
The older mech shifted his gaze downward, “It isn’t exactly easy to just confess your feelings to someone.”
Nymphis couldn’t help but let out a slight giggle at that. This was a side of the mech she had never seen before; he looked like an embarrassed youngling. “Oh come on, don’t tell me you are actually afraid?”
Reznik narrowed his optics slightly, “this coming from the femme who can’t come to terms with her own feelings for a certain triple changer?”
Her mouth fell slightly agape at the mech’s retort, “Did you really just…”
“Yes, I did,” he said with a smug look on his face.
She glared, letting out a huff, “It’s impossible to keep any secrets on this blasted ship.”
“Well, not exactly,” Reznik corrected her. “Phryno still has not taken note of your feelings.”
Leaning back on her servos, she looked up at the ceiling and sighed. “I dunno… I mean he…”
“He’s an idiot,” they both said in unison.
They paused for a moment before trying to muffle their laughter.
“What the hell do you see in him anyway?” Reznik asked, still trying his best not to wake the sleeping mech in his lap.
Nymphis just shook her helm. “Honestly, I don’t know. If it weren’t for the fact that we grew up together, I don’t think I would see anything. It’s just… we have been through so much. He has his little pervy jokes, but he is a good mech. Back in the academy days, he taught me to stand up for myself, and I helped him become a better mech after his bullying caused our classmate to offline himself. That still haunts him to this day. He tries to be funny as a way to cope, to make people laugh instead of making them hurt.”
Reznik’s gaze softened, “His spark is in the right place. Everyone needs someone who truly understands them and gives them hope.”
“He is lucky he has you,” he said as he stroked the back of Morrow’s helm.
Nymphis felt her cheek plates grown warm at the comment. “It’s nice to you see you like this, you know.”
The medic canted his helm slightly, “What do you mean?”
“Like this,” she said as she held a servo out and waved it at him. “Happy.”
Reznik averted his optics and gave a slight nod, trying to hide his embarrassed expression. This caused Nymthis to get off her perch on the table and kneel down in front of the big mech. She gently rested a servo on his arm and waited until he turned his gaze back towards her.
“Reznik, you are allowed to be happy you know. Whether you believe it or not, you are a valuable member of this team. Morrow Cry isn’t the only one who cares about you. We all care about you too. Just like I know you care about all of us, even if you try to hide it.” She gave him a teasing smile and slightly squeezed his arm at her last statement.
Reznik smiled softy at the femme, “Thank you.”
She looked at him confused, “For what?”
“For reassuring me that I made the right choice to stay on this ship,” he said, almost too softly to hear.”
Nymphis just smiled and stood up, “Well then, if you don’t mind, I am off to get some sleep.”
The white mech nodded. “Yeah, I should probably get him to his own room as well,” he said as he shifted to pick up MC and cradle him against his chest as he stood.
As Nymphis walked towards the door frame, she folded her arms behind her helm and turned slightly to gaze at the medic.
“You know Rezzy, you really should smile more often. It looks good on you,” she said with a wink, leaving the other to stare at her with wide optics as she quickly made her way out the door.