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[tenthtimeisthecharm]

There is a brief pause filled with audible clicks and thuds, followed by the slightly echoey acoustics that come from someone recording audio in a large room. "Hello hello! You've reached Dr. Velocity! Feel free to leave a message or a video or whatever here, and I'll do my very best to respond promptly! And if it this is about the stickers, Ratchet, I didn't do it! Love and love and love!"

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[forgottengod]

"There is no reason to apologize. I should, dear. I didn't take care of you, I didn't consider you like I should." Rung moves forward and sits by and works to puzzle pieces them all into this hug.

"I'm so sorry, Lottie. I know I'm no Megatron or powerful defender. But I want you to know you're not a burden. Not to me."

[tenthtimeisthecharm]

Velocity hiccuped out a burst of static and buried her face into Rung's shoulder. "Y-you don't have to be a-" Her voice caught and wobbled, and she shook her head. "I should be able to-"

All the words that had been hurled at her before made her heave in a vent far too fast, then another. She needed too much, made others fight her battles for her too much, weakling, useless, can't be depended on-

That awful, twisting anger that had been boiling in her chest since Megatron had done what he did lurched inside of her. She could also feel an almost painfully sharp feeling of relief hovering just on the other side of yelling, of rejecting the offered help, and she almost did. Trembled with it, but-

But in the end it all crumbled from the edge of her tongue and she sagged into Moonracer and Rung's embrace, the same way she always did. "I trust him," she whispered weakly. "We all do. Why couldn't he trust us back?"