The big, black mech entered the rec room of the Ark, optics searching and finally finding their target. Grabbing two mugs of energon, Trailbreaker wove his way through the crowded room, gracefully avoiding obstructions, returning various greetings but always aiming towards the couch in the back.
Finally, he was standing there staring down at the green mech who was occupying it. Uncharacteristically alone, Hound was resting his chin in his hand with his optics closed.
"Hey, Dog," Trailbreaker said, cheerfully announcing his presence.
Hound didn't open his optics or move his head, but a weary hand rose from his lap in greeting. "'Breaker," he said.
"Oh, man, Dog, you look lower than my last flat tire." He scanned the scout with his optics from the top of his helm to the missing-below-the-knee right leg.
"Yeah, well, you know how it is sometimes." Hound looked up at Trailbreaker and the SUV handed him one of the energon rations. "Thanks." Hound took the offered drink and sipped it. "Really, thanks."
"No problem. So…How're you doin'?" Trailbreaker sat down next to the green jeep, shoving him over to make room for his bulk.
Hound gave him a long look. How did it look like he was doing? "Honestly, I'm going stir crazy. Wheeljack has to fabricate a knee joint, says an ordinary one won't stand up to the stress I put on it." Hound flashed a quick grin and Trailbreaker nodded knowingly. "That's going to take at least 2 or 3 more days. AND Ratchet disconnected my transforming circuits." This time he grimaced unhappily. "Because and I quote 'You'll go tearing off in that primus forsaken jeep mode on three wheels and I'll be scrapped if I'll repair you when you come crawling back because you blew out your other knee.'" He took another swallow. "So, I'm stuck here."
This time Trailbreaker laughed heartily at the jeep. "He knows you too well. Well, I've come bearing gifts. And I don't mean energon." He held out his hand and presented Hound with a log.
Hound took it and turned it over. "Uh, thanks?"
"Wait, wait," Trailbreaker said a big grin splitting his faceplates. "There's more." He presented the scout with another log and then two more. "Put them there," he went on, pointing at the metal table in front of them. Hound did as he was asked, and the big mech arranged them carefully. Then he pulled out a huge piece of tarp and some wooden poles which he quickly assembled on the floor next to the table.
"What…" Hound started but Trailbreaker shushed him with a wave of his hand. "Gimme your blaster."
"Uh, okay," Hound said uncertainly but handed it over anyway, curious about what his friend had in mind.
Trailbreaker took the blaster, aimed it at the wood and fired. The wood burst into flames.
"Whoa, whoa, what're you doing?" Hound scooted back from the flames.
Trailbreaker pointed at the tarp. "That's a tent and that's a campfire. Since you couldn't go camping, I brought the camping to you.'
Hound's gaze went from the merrily burning logs, to the tent and then to Trailbreaker. He grinned. "Why 'Breaker, that's the nicest thing anybody has ever done for me."
"Anytime, Dog, anytime."