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[The scientist has his face resting in his hand, optics offlined while he rubs at his forehead.]

I can't get a damned text through to his comm. Voice either. It's as if...

[Perceptor trails off, suddenly realizing he's activated the "call all" button, or broadcast function, whichever it is. He straightens, looking abruptly less defeated and more irritable. Which is normal for him.]

Has anyone been able to locate Smokescreen as of late?

If he's run off on some idiotic adventure, I would prefer to hear of it. Now.

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He would've brushed it off as Smokescreen just not wanting to talk. Or doing something he shouldn't.

If it wasn't for Perceptor's muttered words.

His somewhat relaxed expression gives way to temporary shock and worry, before it slowly sinks to his own irritation, optics narrowing a little.

Frag it, not him too. Not the only other member, besides him, of the team that was still in Haven.]

No. No I haven't.

Haven't seen him, or heard from him since Knock Out passed out.

Primus.

Did you say or do anything to agitate him into radio silence?

[It's a possibility -- Perceptor himself had done it often enough.]

His things are gone too. [How Knock out knows he's not telling but the implication that Smokescreen might not be just busy should be easy to understand.]

That doesn't eliminate the idea he's gone off somewhere to sulk.

[He hopes.]

[His expression falters some as he thinks on the last time the two of them talked.]

No! ...well I mean I got annoyed cause he and Knock Out were evidently dating. [He still kind of wishes he hadn't known that. But now he worries if that could've caused this.]

But...I eventually went to help Smokescreen with him. When I left, we were on pretty good terms.

No it does not. [But Knock Out would know if that were the case.] His name is not in the Link's roster anymore, though.

And don't listen to Bulkhead, why would I date an Autobot? Much less a rookie like Smokescreen? I have more taste than that. [Denial. denial forever.]

[YOU STUPID IDIOT. Do you want him dead?

...

Don't answer that.]

Primus, I don't care for the social updates. They're not going to help me locate hm.

[He turns around, and starts banging on a keyboard.]

Where did you see him last. Exact coordinates.

And we do not know for a fact these links are infallible. A glitch could be possible.

Oh for Primus' sake, I hardly give a rusted bolt for dating information. I want him found.

First and foremost!

Here.

[Bulkhead waves a hand, as he pings Perceptor with the coordinates of where Knock Out collapsed.]

I'd help look, but got other stuff going on. [Namely Tarn. But there's still an underlying tone of worry and concern there.]

Perce...find him. Please. He...was the only other member of the team from back home that I had left.

[He wants to be out looking himself so badly. But he can't. He knows there's little chance of him being found, but all angles needed to covered.]

If that's what you want to believe. [Knock Out shrugs. See how few he cares? Because he doesn't care. At all. Honestly.]

Good. [Is bad enough that Prowl knows.]

Why do you worry so much? We you his boyfriend then? [Knock Out know that's not the case but doesn't stop him from wondering why is Perceptor so focused on someone who wasn't his partner.]

I'll start there, then. As soon as possible.

It's Perceptor, and I intend to. If there are any traces in the field... I'll find them.

I have to accept any possibility, if I have no proof either way.

No.

His guardian. A role I take rather seriously.

His name is gone, so are all his things, and there's no way to track him down. I tried. What more proofs you need? There's a difference between wanting proofs and being in denial.

His guardian. [Knock Out frowns.] You did an awful job.

[MAYBE HE DOES]

[Hey, at least he's not calling you Percy?]

Perceptor, sorry. [But he's also willing to be corrected too. Too soon for nicknames anyway, since they haven't talked that much. He looks grateful for Perceptor's help, though.]

Thanks, Perceptor. I owe ya one.

I am aware of the difference.

...

Good day.

[He probably should be more mature than this. But he hangs up, unwilling to deal with jabs like that.]

You'll only owe me if the goal is accomplished.

...The kid's gone too, huh.

Man, not surprised. Team Prime's got the bug, it seems.

[Something he...really hates admitting. Bulk's a part of that.]

We don't know that for certain!

[That. Came out more sharply than he'd have liked it to.]

[Wheeljack's quiet. It's not exactly uncommon for him, but it seems...different.]

Sarge.

That's all this place does.

[There's a dull thunk of something heavy hitting the tabletop.]

... I need to look.

Surely, you understand that much, at least...

...

[You can't tell from beyond the feed, but he's wincing slightly at that sound. He knew.

More than anyone would think.

It happened to Lyra, after all]

Just...don't get your hopes up, Sarge.

I need to look. I didn't... Primus.

[He drags his hands down his face. Repeatedly.]

... I swore off social contact after your... fainting incident, you know.

...Why's that.

[Seriously, Perceptor, if anything Wheeljack thinks you totally like Smokescreen a bajillion times more. Why not keep contact?]

It's easier if ya don't blame yourself.

Because of... this.

[There's a handwave in there. Somewhere.]

[... Disappearances were what he feared. And he'd been right.]

...Point.

[His eyes close a moment, not that Perceptor can see. He'd blamed himself one too many times.]

Makes ya wonder if you're the problem.

That's not terribly helpful in making be believe this isn't my doing, you realize...

Didn't say ya were.

Just...sayin' it feels like it.

I know. I've felt it too.

Primus...

... Then understand that I need to look. I can't simply... leave it like this.

[Like he did with Magnus.]

I'm not stoppin' ya.

..

Just don't get hurt, Sarge.

[And he doesn't mean physically.]

Hm.

[More silence. Uncharacteristic of Perceptor. Even when he was upset, he'd be babbling or undermining or... talking.]

[Now he's quiet.]

An attempt will be made, I'm sure.

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