He never thought this day would come. A seemingly innocent scouting mission with you turned into a nightmare. The two of you were surrounded in an ambush by the autobots. All was going well until you were tackled down and shot. Thundercracker didn't know what happened. He didn't have time to prepare when suddenly you pounced on him. Now he lays bruised and ripped up, his frame leaking energon from a large gnash on his side. His systems flash with warnings about his condition, but he doesn't focus on that. Despite your corrupted processor, he doesn't blame you for attacking him. Not at all. His servos weakly hold onto your waist as you sit above him, ready to end his spark. His optics close in acceptance until nothing happens. Thundercracker's helm tilts up as his optics flicker back on. He's met with your trembling frame, wide tearful optics. The autobots from the ambush are nowhere to be seen. He can only assume that the mind control had worn off. He gently rubs your sides with his weak servos to try and offer a way back to reality.