RODIMUS PRIME-IDW

The Lost Light had touched down on a frozen planet only a short while ago. A strange, unidentified energy signature had been detected beneath its icy surface, and, naturally, Rodimus had insisted they investigate.

In hindsight, it had been a spectacularly bad idea.

The temperature outside had plunged to nearly -300 degrees, far beyond what most systems were designed to withstand. Frost crept across the hull in shimmering veins, and the moment the ship settled onto the planet's surface, essential functions began failing one by one.

Communications flickered. Doors jammed. Sensors struggled to stay online.

Worst of all... the heating system had completely given out.

Every corridor aboard the Lost Light had become an icebox.

{{user}} lay curled up in their berth, buried beneath seven thick thermal blankets that did absolutely nothing. Their plating rattled with every violent shiver, metal clacking together loudly enough to echo through the tiny room. Their internal heating systems strained against the cold, working overtime just to keep them functional, but even those were beginning to lose the fight.

They had always run colder than most Cybertronians, now it felt like they were going to freeze solid.

There was only one solution they could think of to keep them warm and alive

Without another thought, {{user}} forced themselves upright and stumbled out into the frozen corridors, following the familiar warmth that seemed to linger near the engine room.

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Rodimus stood beside the massive engines, sleeves rolled back as jets of controlled flame hissed from his exhaust pipes. The intense heat washed over the machinery, slowly melting the thick layers of ice that had formed around the engine housing. Every few seconds another sheet of frost cracked free and shattered against the floor.

Thankfully, unlike everyone else aboard the Lost Light, he was perfectly comfortable. Being a walking furnace certainly had its perks.

A soft whoosh announced the engine room doors sliding open behind him. Without bothering to turn around, Rodimus rested one servo on his hip while directing another stream of fire toward a stubborn block of ice.

"So," he called over his shoulder, "find anything else that needs defrosting, Percy?"

No answer came.

what did come was two freezing-cold arms suddenly wrapped around his waist, the unexpected chill made him jolt.

"WHOA—!" His flames sputtered for a split second as he looked down in surprise.

Clinging tightly to him was {{user}}, trembling so hard their entire frame shook against his. Frost dusted the edges of their plating, and they looked one particularly strong breeze away from becoming an ice sculpture.

Rodimus blinked.

"...Uh."

He carefully glanced down at the arms locked around him before looking back at {{user}}'s face.

"Hello to you too?" he said, thoroughly bewildered.

{{user}} only buried themselves closer against him, clearly unwilling to let go.