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It was a relief to wash away the dirt, which seemed to be literally everywhere. It was one thing to have have mud spots on the outside but knowing that there was mud in places where it definitely didn’t belonged was another thing.
Heatwave was relieved that unlike the others he was able to take a shower at any place he wanted, as long as his water tanks where filled. Knowing that he had just returned from a rescue mission, he had to budget with the remaining water.

To his surprise there had been enough water left to clean himself up everywhere. Even he knew that he was a rescue vehicle and therefore prone to get unclean, he enjoyed nothing more than appearing brand new.

Spotless tires, windows which hadn’t been that clear and seen through in a while. Not to mention that now his paint-job looked as flawless as always.
Yes, Heatwave was certain that he could be mistaken as a fresh out of the factory fire truck.

If only Chase would look that close at him to notice. But then, he would probably be more likely to spot any dirt on him and point it out, than the brightness of his paint-job or how shiny his face was.
Heatwave gazed displeased over to the firehouse. He could hear the others but he didn’t felt like joining them at the moment. Not when just Earth-seconds ago he had caught himself thinking about Chase.

Why did he had to fall in love with him? It was a hopeless case, that was undeniable.
He had been able to clean himself up without wishing that Chase would lend him a helping servo, like on previous occasions.

Suddenly his audio sensors picked up the sounds of one of the bots walking towards where he was. ‘That’s probably Blades.’ Heatwave thought. He turned around, curious to know what Blades wanted. It couldn’t be much besides from asking him, if he was ready to join the others or if everything was alright.
Ready to look into a pair of shy-looking optics Heatwave turned around and was surprised when it was Chase who had approached him.

“I was wondering where you are.” Chase stated, quickly examining Heatwave’s face to see if anything was at odds. “In the last time you don’t seem like your usual self.” Chase crooked his head, patiently waiting for an answer.
“You image things, Chase.” Heatwave tried to joke with a faked grin.
“Am I?” The police bot inquired, making a large step forward. The space between their faces decreased to a few inches, too less if Heatwave was honest. There was something intimidating about how Chase invaded his personal space, which was at the same time alluring.

Was there a glitch in his audio sensors or his processor or did Chase’s voice sounded rather playful? Heatwave silently returned the optic-contact, slowly beginning to feel uncomfortable. There were just two way this could end and since one was wishful thinking Heatwave only had one option: trying to end this conversation as soon as possible and the key would be to lie.

“Yes.” Heatwave wished that he could come up with a lie he could add, but it was as if his memory bank had been wiped out.
“Don’t look at me like that.” Heatwave knew that expression of Chase’s face too well. Sure, he was a police bot and it was a sparkling’s game for him to detect when someone was telling a lie or trying to hide something from him.
“If you would be your usual self, you would have said much more. We know each other for a very long time, Heatwave. You’ve always acted like that when there was something at odds with your sentiments. You kn…”
“My sentiments are none of your business.” Heatwave cut him off. He raised his servo to prevent Chase from speaking again.

Irritation was written across Chase’s face, his processor counted one and one together and came to the conclusion that Heatwave’s sentiments were his business, since he was probably the reason for them to be a bit shaken up. Had he said anything wrong in the past Heatwave hasn’t forgotten? Bearing a grudge against him wasn’t like Heatwave as well. At the moment he couldn’t make sense out of him.

“If you continue to act like that, for no apparent reason, they are my business.” Chase heard himself speaking.
A dry laughter was all he earned from Heatwave, who had crossed his arms in front of his chest.
“You know I don’t like repeating myself: They are none of your business.”

Heatwave turned around and left Chase without any further word. How could he let this happen? Had he never been as good as he had thought he was, when it came to hiding his feelings or was he only to Chase like an open book?

It was as if he was made out of a seen-through metal, revealing how busy his emotional system was. A silly thought but when Chase declared his sentiments his business, Heatwave thought for a hot minute that he had found out what he was feeling for him.

Weeks passed but Chase never mentioned his sentiments every again. Heatwave was partly relieved, trying to pretend that this was the way it should be but there was that small part of him, that wished that Chase would pester him some more. Maybe provoking a situation where he would finally have to confess, that his sentiments where only shaken up because of him.

It was on one of these days where Heatwave was in a bad mood, mostly because he was annoyed from some upcoming publicity thing they had to do. That was probably the most annoying thing on Earth. He was on the training ground and didn’t noticed that Chase was watching him from a close distance.

Since he had decided for himself, that he should find out what was wrong with Heatwave, Chase had gradually found himself faced with the realization that there was more to Heatwave than he had ever seen. Suddenly he was the most gorgeous bot he had ever seen and when this realization had hit him like lightning, it was obvious to him, that Heatwave was feeling the same. How could he had been so blind all the time? But then, what had he exactly suspected to be the reason why Heatwave was not his usual self?

It was perfect that Heatwave had his back towards him and seemed to be absorbed in practicing hand-to-hand combat with some invisible enemy. Chase slowly approached him and waited a couple of astro-seconds but Heatwave didn’t seemed to notice his presence.

Chase laid one servo on Heatwave’s shoulder.
“Clear and secure.”
Heatwave froze, when he noticed the touch and picked up Chase’s voice at the same time. The words he had understood caused his spark to flutter and the heat within him increased a few Fahrenheit.

“What are you’re going to do with me, officer?”

Heatwave tried to sound as innocent as possible.
The answer was whispered into his audio sensor and Heatwave could have sworn that Chase’s lips had brushed over it as well.