Sparkling!fic
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ante_luceYou'd think I'd learn, but apparently I don't.
This fic has been brought to you by the letter T, for Turkey and Tylenol and the number 4.
*Shivers* This one is a multiparter too. The bunnies decided they really liked each other.
Title: (I just got away from the bunnies. I can't come up with a title yet.)
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing
Skyfire waited.
And waited.
And waited some more.
Finally, as he was about to give up and leave, putting Starscream’s message out of his head and down to a malicious, chain yanking attempt, the seeker literally fell out of the sky and landed roughly in a heap near him. Concern for his friend shot through him (old habits were hard to break, and he had to admit the seeker had not targeted him once in all the battles he’d taken part in), and immediately he was by the jet’s side, pulling him out of the crater the mech had created.
“Are you alright?”
“Fine. Just fine. Take a look at this.”
The shuttle paused. No sarcasm, no cutting remark, no anger. He scanned the jet, checking for processor damage. Starscream’s landing had been rather hard.
“Oh for frag’s sake. I’m perfectly fine. Now look at the damn plans before I shoot you!”
Ahhh. Normalcy restored to his world, Skyfire triggered the schematic display and stared at the image in confusion.
“Well?”
“It would help to know what I’m looking for, and why you asked me to do so in the first place.”
“Later. First, what can you tell me about it?”
The larger mech stared at the jet in askance. Said jet huffed and crossed his arms before himself.
“Please.”
“That… wasn’t quite what I was waiting for, but as you wish.”
Skyfire looked over the plans again, surreptitiously glancing at Starscream as he did so. The mech looked rather the worse for wear, more than just his landing could account for.
“If you’re checking me out, then you must be done with the damn thing. So talk.”
“You need repairs first. You couldn’t even land properly just now.”
“I’m. Fine. Talk, I have to get back before the grand high loony bucket decides I’m being too quiet for just licking my wounds after being ‘put in my place for questioning his vision’.”
“Sit. I’ll talk while I make a few repairs.” His tone left no room for argument, and Starscream sat rather quickly, dropping to the ground with a speed that told the shuttle his wounds were more wearing than the jet was letting on. With a resigned sigh Skyfire went to work, fussing over his friend like he used to, a long time ago.
“Well?”
“It looks… ugly.” At the hum of a charging null ray, the larger mech laughed. “Yes, yes, get to the point or you’ll shoot. Hold still while I weld this.”
As Skyfire worked, he thought out loud. “It’s a weapon, I presume. Emitting some form of ray. The plans are incomplete though.”
“I couldn’t get the complete ones. Megatron didn’t want anyone near this particular project but the Constructicons, and they have no idea what they’re building.” Starscream’s optics were half shuttered, and the jet leant almost companionably against his side. Skyfire’s spark twinged at the memories the jet’s actions brought up, but didn’t say anything about them.
“Without knowing what sort of energy this weapon will be giving off, I can’t say what it’ll do.”
“Frag.”
“He’s going to be bringing this to the next battle then.”
“Yes.”
“You don’t know what it does.”
“If I did, I wouldn’t be risking my plating meeting you out here!” The jet snarled, and Skyfire’s response was dry.
“Not going to just point it at the Autobots and see what happens?”
“…I don’t think even Megatron knows what it does. And that scares me more than anything in this universe has the right to.” The quiet admission made him stop in his ministrations.
“What?”
“You heard me. Megatron’s got a big shiny new toy, and he has no idea what it does. It may destroy the unfortunate spark at its business end, or blow up the planet, or it may do something else. I don’t know, and that’s a slagging big variable to be carting about in battle.”
“How do you know he’s not just keeping its purpose a secret? How did he even get the plans for this?”
The jet laughed derisively. “Pit if I know. Fragger’s been all secretive lately over this. And he’d not pass up a chance to gloat. Since he hasn’t said a word about what horrible effects it will have on the Autofreaks, I’m left to conjecture that he has no idea what it does. That, and he got pretty testy after I said he had no idea what he was doing and had no place being let near the drafting table.”
“Doesn’t he do that anyway?” The shuttle interjected mildly, resuming his repair work.
“Not this quickly. And not this violently either.”
“It’s not a good sign when you can tell the difference.”
“Stop trying to convert me Sky’. It’s not going to work.” Tiredly, Starscream broke free of Skyfire’s hold and turned to face him.
“Keep the plans. Maybe the other science mechs you pal around with can figure out what it does. If not…” The jet looked away. “Just don’t get in the way of it.”
Before Skyfire could answer, the seeker had taken off for the Decepticon base.
= = =
As Starscream had said, Megatron’s new plaything made an appearance at the next confrontation with the Autobots. Skyfire had spoken to Perceptor and Wheeljack about the plans, and all three of them had worked long and late trying to figure out what the newest weapon did. But the plans were too fragmented, or else too vague for them to make much headway.
As such, the Autobots went into battle with Prowl’s stern warning to avoid the ugly thing (its appearance being one of the few things they could figure out) like their sparks depended on it ringing in their audios.
That plan went to the Pit the moment the weapon was discharged. The first bolt was aimed at Optimus Prime, to no one’s great surprise. However, Prowl had been near enough to make a desperate lunge straight into the path of the beam, knocking his commander out of the way. In the chaos that ensued, the tactician appeared to vanish once the light faded, causing the Prime to cry out in shock and not a little despair.
The next Autobot to fall to the beam was Wheeljack. The inventor had been providing cover for the medics working on the injured, and with his back turned and his attention focused on the cassettes attacking him, made for too tempting a target. Another flash of light, and Wheeljack disappeared from the field, right before Ratchet’s horrified optics.
But the medic was close enough to see that something took Wheeljack’s place. As realisation dawned, he screamed into his comm. for Optimus as he dashed forward to scoop up a tiny, offline form.
“Optimus! Watch where you tread! It turns mechs into sparklings!”
The Prime’s optics widened, and frantically he cast about where Prowl had stood, finally spotting a sparkling sized, black and white figure. He gathered the limp form into his arms, and tucked Prowl close as he fought on, one handed, making his way over to the medic.
“Skyfire! We need an evac now!”
As the shuttle landed near the medic, Megatron smiled maliciously. Taking out the Autobot’s means of a speedy escape would hamper them greatly (he didn’t pause to consider that the Autobots had never run from battle). He took aim and fired.
“Starscream! NO!”
Three seekers flew into the path of the ray, one trying to shield the shuttle, the other two trying to stop him. All three were hit and fell offline, dropping like stones to be caught by a bewildered red mech with a jetpack.
Snarling at the interference, the Decepticon commander targeted Optimus again, only to be foiled once more as the Prime dodged. But the beam hit the ground and ricocheted wildly, striking Jazz as he stood in front of a fallen Hound, who in turn caught the newest sparkling before he could hit the ground. Furious, Optimus shouted at the Decepticon leader.
“Megatron! Stop this! We have three of your mechs in our custody!”
“Keep them! I have no use for sparklings, particularly sparklings who used to be traitorous wretches!”
Optimus growled in anger, and the battle grew fiercer as the Autobots sought to revenge their fallen comrades. Eventually, the Decepticons retreated, and wearily, the Autobots gathered around Ratchet, Optimus, and the six sparklings, still offline in Skyfire’s care.
“Well now. What do we do with them? Ow!” Cliffjumper’s prodding finger was smacked away by a testy Ratchet. Optimus sighed.
“Let’s return to the Ark. We can better examine the sparklings there.”
= = =
Once back at the Ark, the sparklings were laid out on two berths in the Med Bay. They didn’t stir, though Ratchet confirmed that all six were alive, just offline. Their injuries were tended to first, and the state Starscream was in made the medic’s coolant boil. As it was, the only thing stopping him from marching over to give Megatron a good hiding was the fact that both First Aid and Swoop were keeping an optic on him, reminding him that there were Autobots that still needed repairs.
Muttering viciously (and thankfully, inaudibly, his apprentices did not need to learn any more swear words from him), the CMO settled the sparklings in the isolation ward, it being the only room where he felt safe leaving them, then got to work, cowing every mech that came before him into perfect obedience. When the last mech had made their shaky escape, he finally turned back to the little mechs, and was startled to see two pairs of optics staring curiously at him. With a barely stifled groan, he left the room to grab more equipment, only to hurry back at their sudden wails.
Both quieted as he neared, clicking at him, Wheeljack cheerfully, headfins flashing, and Starscream (Ratchet privately felt that he must have pissed off Primus in a really big way, in a past life as a servant of Unicron maybe) a bit more cautiously. A horrible feeling growing in his spark, the medic took a step away, and the dread solidified when both sparklings whimpered in distress.
“Frag.”
It seemed that they’d imprinted on him.
This fic has been brought to you by the letter T, for Turkey and Tylenol and the number 4.
*Shivers* This one is a multiparter too. The bunnies decided they really liked each other.
Title: (I just got away from the bunnies. I can't come up with a title yet.)
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing
Skyfire waited.
And waited.
And waited some more.
Finally, as he was about to give up and leave, putting Starscream’s message out of his head and down to a malicious, chain yanking attempt, the seeker literally fell out of the sky and landed roughly in a heap near him. Concern for his friend shot through him (old habits were hard to break, and he had to admit the seeker had not targeted him once in all the battles he’d taken part in), and immediately he was by the jet’s side, pulling him out of the crater the mech had created.
“Are you alright?”
“Fine. Just fine. Take a look at this.”
The shuttle paused. No sarcasm, no cutting remark, no anger. He scanned the jet, checking for processor damage. Starscream’s landing had been rather hard.
“Oh for frag’s sake. I’m perfectly fine. Now look at the damn plans before I shoot you!”
Ahhh. Normalcy restored to his world, Skyfire triggered the schematic display and stared at the image in confusion.
“Well?”
“It would help to know what I’m looking for, and why you asked me to do so in the first place.”
“Later. First, what can you tell me about it?”
The larger mech stared at the jet in askance. Said jet huffed and crossed his arms before himself.
“Please.”
“That… wasn’t quite what I was waiting for, but as you wish.”
Skyfire looked over the plans again, surreptitiously glancing at Starscream as he did so. The mech looked rather the worse for wear, more than just his landing could account for.
“If you’re checking me out, then you must be done with the damn thing. So talk.”
“You need repairs first. You couldn’t even land properly just now.”
“I’m. Fine. Talk, I have to get back before the grand high loony bucket decides I’m being too quiet for just licking my wounds after being ‘put in my place for questioning his vision’.”
“Sit. I’ll talk while I make a few repairs.” His tone left no room for argument, and Starscream sat rather quickly, dropping to the ground with a speed that told the shuttle his wounds were more wearing than the jet was letting on. With a resigned sigh Skyfire went to work, fussing over his friend like he used to, a long time ago.
“Well?”
“It looks… ugly.” At the hum of a charging null ray, the larger mech laughed. “Yes, yes, get to the point or you’ll shoot. Hold still while I weld this.”
As Skyfire worked, he thought out loud. “It’s a weapon, I presume. Emitting some form of ray. The plans are incomplete though.”
“I couldn’t get the complete ones. Megatron didn’t want anyone near this particular project but the Constructicons, and they have no idea what they’re building.” Starscream’s optics were half shuttered, and the jet leant almost companionably against his side. Skyfire’s spark twinged at the memories the jet’s actions brought up, but didn’t say anything about them.
“Without knowing what sort of energy this weapon will be giving off, I can’t say what it’ll do.”
“Frag.”
“He’s going to be bringing this to the next battle then.”
“Yes.”
“You don’t know what it does.”
“If I did, I wouldn’t be risking my plating meeting you out here!” The jet snarled, and Skyfire’s response was dry.
“Not going to just point it at the Autobots and see what happens?”
“…I don’t think even Megatron knows what it does. And that scares me more than anything in this universe has the right to.” The quiet admission made him stop in his ministrations.
“What?”
“You heard me. Megatron’s got a big shiny new toy, and he has no idea what it does. It may destroy the unfortunate spark at its business end, or blow up the planet, or it may do something else. I don’t know, and that’s a slagging big variable to be carting about in battle.”
“How do you know he’s not just keeping its purpose a secret? How did he even get the plans for this?”
The jet laughed derisively. “Pit if I know. Fragger’s been all secretive lately over this. And he’d not pass up a chance to gloat. Since he hasn’t said a word about what horrible effects it will have on the Autofreaks, I’m left to conjecture that he has no idea what it does. That, and he got pretty testy after I said he had no idea what he was doing and had no place being let near the drafting table.”
“Doesn’t he do that anyway?” The shuttle interjected mildly, resuming his repair work.
“Not this quickly. And not this violently either.”
“It’s not a good sign when you can tell the difference.”
“Stop trying to convert me Sky’. It’s not going to work.” Tiredly, Starscream broke free of Skyfire’s hold and turned to face him.
“Keep the plans. Maybe the other science mechs you pal around with can figure out what it does. If not…” The jet looked away. “Just don’t get in the way of it.”
Before Skyfire could answer, the seeker had taken off for the Decepticon base.
= = =
As Starscream had said, Megatron’s new plaything made an appearance at the next confrontation with the Autobots. Skyfire had spoken to Perceptor and Wheeljack about the plans, and all three of them had worked long and late trying to figure out what the newest weapon did. But the plans were too fragmented, or else too vague for them to make much headway.
As such, the Autobots went into battle with Prowl’s stern warning to avoid the ugly thing (its appearance being one of the few things they could figure out) like their sparks depended on it ringing in their audios.
That plan went to the Pit the moment the weapon was discharged. The first bolt was aimed at Optimus Prime, to no one’s great surprise. However, Prowl had been near enough to make a desperate lunge straight into the path of the beam, knocking his commander out of the way. In the chaos that ensued, the tactician appeared to vanish once the light faded, causing the Prime to cry out in shock and not a little despair.
The next Autobot to fall to the beam was Wheeljack. The inventor had been providing cover for the medics working on the injured, and with his back turned and his attention focused on the cassettes attacking him, made for too tempting a target. Another flash of light, and Wheeljack disappeared from the field, right before Ratchet’s horrified optics.
But the medic was close enough to see that something took Wheeljack’s place. As realisation dawned, he screamed into his comm. for Optimus as he dashed forward to scoop up a tiny, offline form.
“Optimus! Watch where you tread! It turns mechs into sparklings!”
The Prime’s optics widened, and frantically he cast about where Prowl had stood, finally spotting a sparkling sized, black and white figure. He gathered the limp form into his arms, and tucked Prowl close as he fought on, one handed, making his way over to the medic.
“Skyfire! We need an evac now!”
As the shuttle landed near the medic, Megatron smiled maliciously. Taking out the Autobot’s means of a speedy escape would hamper them greatly (he didn’t pause to consider that the Autobots had never run from battle). He took aim and fired.
“Starscream! NO!”
Three seekers flew into the path of the ray, one trying to shield the shuttle, the other two trying to stop him. All three were hit and fell offline, dropping like stones to be caught by a bewildered red mech with a jetpack.
Snarling at the interference, the Decepticon commander targeted Optimus again, only to be foiled once more as the Prime dodged. But the beam hit the ground and ricocheted wildly, striking Jazz as he stood in front of a fallen Hound, who in turn caught the newest sparkling before he could hit the ground. Furious, Optimus shouted at the Decepticon leader.
“Megatron! Stop this! We have three of your mechs in our custody!”
“Keep them! I have no use for sparklings, particularly sparklings who used to be traitorous wretches!”
Optimus growled in anger, and the battle grew fiercer as the Autobots sought to revenge their fallen comrades. Eventually, the Decepticons retreated, and wearily, the Autobots gathered around Ratchet, Optimus, and the six sparklings, still offline in Skyfire’s care.
“Well now. What do we do with them? Ow!” Cliffjumper’s prodding finger was smacked away by a testy Ratchet. Optimus sighed.
“Let’s return to the Ark. We can better examine the sparklings there.”
= = =
Once back at the Ark, the sparklings were laid out on two berths in the Med Bay. They didn’t stir, though Ratchet confirmed that all six were alive, just offline. Their injuries were tended to first, and the state Starscream was in made the medic’s coolant boil. As it was, the only thing stopping him from marching over to give Megatron a good hiding was the fact that both First Aid and Swoop were keeping an optic on him, reminding him that there were Autobots that still needed repairs.
Muttering viciously (and thankfully, inaudibly, his apprentices did not need to learn any more swear words from him), the CMO settled the sparklings in the isolation ward, it being the only room where he felt safe leaving them, then got to work, cowing every mech that came before him into perfect obedience. When the last mech had made their shaky escape, he finally turned back to the little mechs, and was startled to see two pairs of optics staring curiously at him. With a barely stifled groan, he left the room to grab more equipment, only to hurry back at their sudden wails.
Both quieted as he neared, clicking at him, Wheeljack cheerfully, headfins flashing, and Starscream (Ratchet privately felt that he must have pissed off Primus in a really big way, in a past life as a servant of Unicron maybe) a bit more cautiously. A horrible feeling growing in his spark, the medic took a step away, and the dread solidified when both sparklings whimpered in distress.
“Frag.”
It seemed that they’d imprinted on him.
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Date: 2008-11-29 02:55 pm (UTC)Still, this looks great so far. I fear and worry for Ratchet's sanity with those two imprinted on him. *secretly sitting and awaiting the next part when it comes about*
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Date: 2008-11-29 03:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-30 01:45 am (UTC)Somehow, I think it would be horribly fitting if Skywarp imprinted on Sideswipe then proceeded to be a handful. That would give Ratch something to laugh at when not dealing with his pair ^^;
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Date: 2008-11-30 08:21 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-30 02:20 pm (UTC)Sideswipe: *blinking and trying to figure out what the frag just happened*
Wheeljack and Starscream: *commence 'my creator just abandoned me' whimpering*
Sideswipe: O.O Help?
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Date: 2008-12-01 06:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-29 03:33 pm (UTC)Nice start (I'm guessing its a start with a cliffhanger like that) Poor Ratchet. *snickers at the thought of him with them all imprinted on him* Very nice indeed. <3
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Date: 2008-11-29 10:46 pm (UTC)Mama Ratchet with a row of sparklings tagging after him makes for a very amusing picture, though thankfully for the mech, I'm not quite so cruel ^_^ Yes, it's a start. I wouldn't leave this hanging (not that cruel either, and I think the bunny would drive me mad first XP ).
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Date: 2008-11-29 03:34 pm (UTC)Are the first person ever to have both Prowl and Jazz as sparklings at the same time! XD Will the world ever be the same?
Love it! Ratchet had better call in some other mechs unless he wants all the sparklings to imprint on him. XD
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Date: 2008-11-29 10:47 pm (UTC)Oh yes, move it Ratch'!
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Date: 2008-11-29 03:47 pm (UTC)You have to continue it, you just have to.
Please...I want to see the sparklings drive the others crazy!
(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-29 10:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-29 05:52 pm (UTC)You deserve A CHOCOLATE CHIPS COOKIE!! ^O^... o.o and please, give this energon-cookie jar for the sparkling to Ratchet to manage. n.nU My sixth sense tells me that things around the Ark are going to get quite... interesting.
TAKE CARE!!
MISAO-CG
PS: and my cookies are non fat and you loose weight as you eat them! ^¬^
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Date: 2008-11-29 10:50 pm (UTC)Cookie! *nom*
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Date: 2008-11-29 08:09 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-11-29 09:27 pm (UTC)Are you gonna have Spike and/or Sparkplug in this? We need more sparkling fic with human interaction/wtf-reaction. :D
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Date: 2008-11-29 10:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-29 11:44 pm (UTC)Sparklings: Ooooo! New toy!
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Date: 2008-11-30 08:47 am (UTC)A sparkling that comes up to a minibot's middle (and the average bot's... knee), would be about the height of a human's chest?
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Date: 2008-11-30 01:07 pm (UTC)Primus help them if one of the sparklings imprints on one of the humans.
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Date: 2008-11-30 01:15 pm (UTC)*fails*
*resigns self to a one off about a sparkling imprinting on a human in near-ish future*
Who's pouncing who though? ~_0
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Date: 2008-11-30 01:27 pm (UTC)I have a reputation of being an Evil Muse (TM).
Well, I was picturing the sparkling pouncing the human...but it could be the other way around. ;)
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Date: 2008-11-30 01:34 pm (UTC)Well, at least the mental images are cute...
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Date: 2008-11-30 04:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-12-01 06:11 am (UTC)Though now I want to see that fic...
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Date: 2008-11-30 03:54 pm (UTC)...
Poor Ratchet. I feel for him.
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Date: 2008-11-30 09:19 am (UTC)As for the other two Seekers, woudn't it be funny if Skywarp was a good kid and Thundercracker was a brat? >:)
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Date: 2008-11-30 10:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-11-30 04:06 pm (UTC)...Red Alert will go insane trying to find ways to keep 6 sparklings out of trouble while TC is working on ways to get into everything. Poor Red if the bratling imprints on him.
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Date: 2008-11-30 03:56 pm (UTC)o.o Here, have a cookie. n.n
TAKE CARE!!
MISAO-CG
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