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Jetfire found himself wandering aimlessly around the garden, then paused, automatically kicking at the ruins of the bird-bath. His friends, what would they do without him, who would be taking his place as second in command? And he was never going to see any of his team, his friends again.

Sighing to himself, he moved away to start searching for a lake, a river, anything. Rad had said throwing stones into water was a good way to vent.

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The lake is there, and Optimus is also there, standing on the end of the dock with her swords in her hands as the last light of her portal closes behind her. She doesn't notice that she isn't alone. Her mind is on the recent Danger Room simulation that she just left the two jets doing, and also on a confused young shuttle who is firmly convinced that she's a Decepticon commander.

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Still lost in his thoughts, Jetfire wandered to the lakeside a few feet from the dock, starting to grab handfuls of pebbles and throwing them into the water, seeming too distracted to notice the other Transformer nearby.

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After awhile the plip of pebble in water recalls Optimus to her reason for being here, and she turns her head to see where the sound is coming from before turning and walking back to the grass and making her way over to where Jetfire is lost in his thoughts.

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He didn't register her approaching at first, being so focused on his task, frantically grabbing more and more handfuls of the small stones to throw them outwards into the lake.

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"I know...." She pauses as her vocalizer staticks and clears her throat, then tries again, her voice coming out a little husky this time. "I know that doesn't make it feel much better to be away from your friends."

Gentle hands reach out and touch his shoulders, offering a hug.

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"Thanks" he replied quietly, glancing up as one of his hands moves, reaching upwards to be placed on top of hers.

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Her blue lip plates curve into a smile of sympathy and understanding as she gently lifts her free hand to pat him and then pulls him close and gives him a reassuring and supportive squeeze.

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Taken off-guard by the hug, Jetfire tensed for a second or two, then forced himself to relax with a quiet, almost inaudible mumble of "Thank you"

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Optimus looks at it too as she turns to go back to it. "Have I introduced myself?"

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Moving to follow her, Jetfire paused as she threw out the question, then replied with a dry chuckle "Not yet"

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"Sorry." Her optics twinkle a bit in humor at herself as she thinks she's still too used to being famous. "I'm Optimus Prima. Vector's second."

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Jetfire paused as she introduced herself, seemingly unphased by the slight name-change, a Prime is a Prime after all and he found himself automatically saluting her with a quiet chuckle "Fancy that, I was second in command in my world"

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"Normally, I'd say yes. But I'm not Kimchee's favorite person, and I don't want to earn our medic's wrath by disturbing his patient." She starts across the room, pinging WakeJumper and letting him know she'd like a report when he had time.

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"Fair enough" Jetfire replied, then started trailing after her while looking around the room as they went.

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It's a large, sunny, and comfortably furnished room, with pictures on the walls and a pool table and air hocky table over in one corner. The hallway that Optimus exits into is dark paneled and has deep red carpet thick enough to muffle their footsteps.

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"Nice" Jetfire muttered and paused to glance in their direction, distracted by the game tables as he gave a decisive nod "Have to find out how to play whatever those sports are"

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One of those rooms must have once belonged to an above average in size student, because even now it has an above average in size bed. It also has a nice music system and a pretty nicely sized television along with all kinds of stuff to play on them. And the pictures on the walls are nice paintings of sky and clouds and sunsets.

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Jetfire nodded as he peeked into the room, attracted by the paintings more than anything else as he stepped inside.

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Optimus follows, idly looking at movie and music titles and thinking she'd like some of these CDs. Then she glances up at the nearest painting... the only one with a different sort of sky and any amount of land in it... and stares.

"Cybertron," she breaths.

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Optimus chuckles too as she remembers a time her Jetfire's little Minicon fosterling had gotten into some of the human foods. Then she reaches into her storage compartment and pulls out what looks like an oversized Twinkie box and smells like energon. "Here, try one of these."

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"Excuse me a minute" Jetfire replied, taking it and turning his back on her for a few moments with a inaudible grunt or two before spinning around to face her, the 'twinkie' having vanished "Sorry about that"

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"No problem." She grins. "So what do you say? Trade? Twinkies for these? Oh, and don't destroy the boxes. I have reason to suspect they refill."

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"I don't mind the flavor," she says frankly. "But the texture's another story. Ah well. Someone will like them."

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"Alright" Jetfire nodded, folding his arms over his chest and glancing around curiously.

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"Well, I guess I'll leave you to get settled in. If you want fuel the mess hall's here, and the kitchen is here." She gives him directions for both rooms, and then turns to go.