More sparkling!fic
Dec. 2nd, 2008 04:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ante_luce^_^
Title: (Still no title)
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing
Ratchet took back what he’d thought about Primus hating him. If there was ever evidence that the Cybertronian deity just had a rather twisted sense of humour (one that he could appreciate now that both of the sparklings imprinted on him were quiet, adjusted to the fact that he couldn’t carry both of them around all the time, and safely tucked away in a corner of the med bay where he could see them and vice versa), it was in seeing a completely baffled Sideswipe awkwardly holding up a very small seeker, who in turn was clicking and chirping rather enthusiastically at him.
The Lamborghini sulked. He’d been elected to check on the medic, by virtue of the fact that he and his brother were Ratchet’s most frequent patients, and thus most attuned to his moods and able to duck flying wrenches with more regularity than the others. He had snuck down quietly, stuck his head into the med bay and came into direct line of sight of a just onlined seekerling.
Said seerkerling then took him (and Ratchet) by surprise when he took flight, hurtling towards Sideswipe with the sort of kamikaze glee normally seen on the twins’ faces when attempting jet judo. Just as he had on the battlefield, the frontliner caught the sparkling easily. He stared at what he now recognised as Skywarp, then glanced up at the now very amused medic.
“Congratulations, Sideswipe. You’re a daddy. Primus have mercy on that poor sparkling.”
“What?!”
“Sparklings imprint on the first bots they see. Normally, these bots would be their creators, but we’re just as suitable, it seems.”
“We?”
“You got off easy. I got two of the brats.”
“Which two?”
“‘Jack, and Starscream.”
Sideswipe grimaced. “Primus. I don’t envy you, but this one’s the teleporter! How is that easy?!”
“I’m not stupid, Sideswipe. That ability was the first thing I disabled. And all the seekers have their flight capabilities reduced. They shouldn’t be able to go any higher than chest height, which should make things easier for all concerned. Flying also saps their energy, particularly since they’re sparklings now, and Skywarp should be just about going into recharge after that stunt of his.”
“Why not cut their flight completely?” The sparkling in Sideswipe’s arms chirred contentedly, dropping offline again, and Ratchet wondered if the frontliner realised he’d adjusted his grip on the sparkling so that the tiny mech was nestled close to his chest.
“Apparently, grounding a seeker isn’t good for their mentality. They need to fly like most bots need energon. Go sit in the isolation ward for a bit. Skyfire’s there with Thundercracker, waiting out the imprinting period, but it should be over now for both sparklings. He can brief you on seeker needs better than I can.”
“How did he get imprinted on?”
“I called Skyfire in to help, since he has the most familiarity with their frames. He’s the one who told me not to ground the seekers completely. Thundercracker woke right after Skyfire got done adjusting his thrusters.”
“Ah.”
= = =
“Bumblebee, are you sure about this?”
“Yeah. Sideswipe never said anything about how Jazz or Prowl were, and I want to check on them.”
“But why do you need me to sneak you in?”
“‘Raj, which one of us can turn himself invisible? Sides’ didn’t say much about Ratchet’s mood either, and I’d rather not catch a wrench with my helm today. And you’re worried about them too, or you’d not be here.”
“… Fine.”
The yellow minibot grinned, and Mirage sighed, concealing the both of them from view. They entered the med bay cautiously, and it seemed they were in luck. Ratchet was in his office, talking to the Prime, and Red Alert was standing next to a berth, upon which lay two small black and whites. As they drew near the security director, coming to stand across the berth from him, the mech hissed at them quietly.
“What are you two doing here?”
“How did you know it was us?” Mirage asked as the pair faded into view again, surprise on their faceplates.
“I have sensors attuned to the specific wavelengths your ability uses. Now answer the question.”
“Just came to check on Jazz, and Prowl too. They haven’t woken up?” The blue mech replied as Bumblebee leant over the offline pair in concern.
“Not yet. Ratchet’s briefing Prime. Optimus came down to check on them too after he heard they hadn’t onlined yet.”
“So, what are you here for? Did Ratchet have to reset your processors?”
“He did not, thank you very much Bumblebee.” Red Alert grumbled. “For your information, I’m waiting for Prowl to online so that he can imprint on me. He had access to a lot of sensitive information.”
“But he’s a sparkling now. Surely he’s not going to start spouting passwords and such.”
“… We grew up together.”
“And you think having a familiar face around him would be better?”
“That, and I know how he was as a sparkling, and as such would be best able to handle him.”
“Hah. He’s probably going to be the best behaved sparkling we’re ever going to see.”
Bumblebee’s snickers stopped dead at Red Alert’s smirk.
“Oh, hardly.”
“What?”
“We were hellions, complete terrors. Banded together after our respective glitches made us outcasts, and wrecked havoc on everyone that ever made fun of us. The chaos caused by every prank war the Ark has seen? Sparkling play. Why do you think no one gets away with anything for very long?”
As the two Special Ops mechs made to protest, about to cite a few incidents, they suddenly recalled how, even though there had sometimes been no official punishment, every prank on the pair had been, in one way or another, more than paid back. Red Alert’s smirk grew wider.
“Prowl was good at tactics even then, without that battle computer he has now. And I didn’t get good at security just because of my glitch; a good prank requires attention to detail, and focusing on the details helps keep my processors from frying too often. Needless to say, don’t tell anyone else, or else.”
At their stunned silence, the security mech snorted. “And so you see why Prowl has to imprint on me. No one else has a chance of keeping up with him.”
Their attention was then suddenly drawn by an insistent chirping. Jazz had come online, and was not pleased with being ignored by Bumblebee and Mirage. As the pair attempted to calm their former superior down, Red Alert sighed and gathered up the last sparkling, still offline.
“Good luck, the both of you. I’m going to keep away until Jazz is done with the imprinting period. Dealing with Prowl is going to be more than enough of a job for me.”
Just then, both Ratchet and Optimus emerged from the medic’s office. The CMO frowned as they crossed the room to join the three mechs. “Frag, and here I was hoping to brief the Ark before another sparkling imprinted.”
The Prime patted him on the shoulder consolingly. “Look at it this way, at least Jazz imprinted on the two mechs who should most be able to handle him.”
“Thank Primus for small mercies. At least none of them woke up while First Aid or Swoop were in here. The Protectobots are far too young to know how to deal with sparklings, and imprinting on one of the Dinobots, as well meaning as they can be, would likely scar the poor spark for life. And Sideswipe, for all his tomfoolery, looks like he would be rather capable with sparkling care.”
“Yes, we were oddly fortunate. But what worries me is that Prowl still hasn’t woken.”
“Ah. That. Skyfire had a theory. If flying taxes the seekerlings into recharging often, then Prowl’s battle computer must be affecting him too. He used more energy as an adult mech, it stands to reason that he would drain quicker as a sparkling. And it’s too integrated with his systems for me to just disconnect it.”
“Can’t we give him more energon?”
“If you want to poison him, maybe. Sparkling systems cannot handle too much energy at once, we’ll have to give them a milder form of energon than what we normally take. Perceptor’s working on that now.”
“So, Prowl’s going to stay offline until we get them back to normal?”
“No, after a while his systems should recognise that trying to run his battle computer would be unnecessary. Without the direction Prowl would normally give it, all it can do is generate pointless data that the sparkling mind would not understand anyway.”
With a sigh, Optimus nodded, then ran a gentle finger over the helm of the sparkling Prowl in Red Alert’s arms. The small mech stirred briefly, then woke up. Red Alert felt his spark plummet. Prowl’s optics were facing the Prime, and as he onlined fully, the former SIC started chirping, tiny arms reaching out for their Commander.
When no one moved for a good minute, Prowl clicked in frustration, wriggling in the security director’s grasp. Doorwings flicked back, smacking the Lamborghini in the face, causing him to cry out, loosening his grip in surprise. The sudden movement broke Optimus out of his shock, and he quickly plucked the sparkling from Red Alert’s hold before he could fall. Prowl pressed close to the Prime’s chestplates with a soft coo, doorwings fluttering contentedly as his optics shuttered once more.
“Oh. Frag.” Red Alert could only agree with Ratchet’s quiet oath. With Prowl back in recharge, he couldn’t get the sparkling to imprint on him as well. Optimus would be stuck with caring for Prowl, at least until the sparklings grew comfortable with being left with other bots.
Oh frag indeed.
Title: (Still no title)
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing
Ratchet took back what he’d thought about Primus hating him. If there was ever evidence that the Cybertronian deity just had a rather twisted sense of humour (one that he could appreciate now that both of the sparklings imprinted on him were quiet, adjusted to the fact that he couldn’t carry both of them around all the time, and safely tucked away in a corner of the med bay where he could see them and vice versa), it was in seeing a completely baffled Sideswipe awkwardly holding up a very small seeker, who in turn was clicking and chirping rather enthusiastically at him.
The Lamborghini sulked. He’d been elected to check on the medic, by virtue of the fact that he and his brother were Ratchet’s most frequent patients, and thus most attuned to his moods and able to duck flying wrenches with more regularity than the others. He had snuck down quietly, stuck his head into the med bay and came into direct line of sight of a just onlined seekerling.
Said seerkerling then took him (and Ratchet) by surprise when he took flight, hurtling towards Sideswipe with the sort of kamikaze glee normally seen on the twins’ faces when attempting jet judo. Just as he had on the battlefield, the frontliner caught the sparkling easily. He stared at what he now recognised as Skywarp, then glanced up at the now very amused medic.
“Congratulations, Sideswipe. You’re a daddy. Primus have mercy on that poor sparkling.”
“What?!”
“Sparklings imprint on the first bots they see. Normally, these bots would be their creators, but we’re just as suitable, it seems.”
“We?”
“You got off easy. I got two of the brats.”
“Which two?”
“‘Jack, and Starscream.”
Sideswipe grimaced. “Primus. I don’t envy you, but this one’s the teleporter! How is that easy?!”
“I’m not stupid, Sideswipe. That ability was the first thing I disabled. And all the seekers have their flight capabilities reduced. They shouldn’t be able to go any higher than chest height, which should make things easier for all concerned. Flying also saps their energy, particularly since they’re sparklings now, and Skywarp should be just about going into recharge after that stunt of his.”
“Why not cut their flight completely?” The sparkling in Sideswipe’s arms chirred contentedly, dropping offline again, and Ratchet wondered if the frontliner realised he’d adjusted his grip on the sparkling so that the tiny mech was nestled close to his chest.
“Apparently, grounding a seeker isn’t good for their mentality. They need to fly like most bots need energon. Go sit in the isolation ward for a bit. Skyfire’s there with Thundercracker, waiting out the imprinting period, but it should be over now for both sparklings. He can brief you on seeker needs better than I can.”
“How did he get imprinted on?”
“I called Skyfire in to help, since he has the most familiarity with their frames. He’s the one who told me not to ground the seekers completely. Thundercracker woke right after Skyfire got done adjusting his thrusters.”
“Ah.”
= = =
“Bumblebee, are you sure about this?”
“Yeah. Sideswipe never said anything about how Jazz or Prowl were, and I want to check on them.”
“But why do you need me to sneak you in?”
“‘Raj, which one of us can turn himself invisible? Sides’ didn’t say much about Ratchet’s mood either, and I’d rather not catch a wrench with my helm today. And you’re worried about them too, or you’d not be here.”
“… Fine.”
The yellow minibot grinned, and Mirage sighed, concealing the both of them from view. They entered the med bay cautiously, and it seemed they were in luck. Ratchet was in his office, talking to the Prime, and Red Alert was standing next to a berth, upon which lay two small black and whites. As they drew near the security director, coming to stand across the berth from him, the mech hissed at them quietly.
“What are you two doing here?”
“How did you know it was us?” Mirage asked as the pair faded into view again, surprise on their faceplates.
“I have sensors attuned to the specific wavelengths your ability uses. Now answer the question.”
“Just came to check on Jazz, and Prowl too. They haven’t woken up?” The blue mech replied as Bumblebee leant over the offline pair in concern.
“Not yet. Ratchet’s briefing Prime. Optimus came down to check on them too after he heard they hadn’t onlined yet.”
“So, what are you here for? Did Ratchet have to reset your processors?”
“He did not, thank you very much Bumblebee.” Red Alert grumbled. “For your information, I’m waiting for Prowl to online so that he can imprint on me. He had access to a lot of sensitive information.”
“But he’s a sparkling now. Surely he’s not going to start spouting passwords and such.”
“… We grew up together.”
“And you think having a familiar face around him would be better?”
“That, and I know how he was as a sparkling, and as such would be best able to handle him.”
“Hah. He’s probably going to be the best behaved sparkling we’re ever going to see.”
Bumblebee’s snickers stopped dead at Red Alert’s smirk.
“Oh, hardly.”
“What?”
“We were hellions, complete terrors. Banded together after our respective glitches made us outcasts, and wrecked havoc on everyone that ever made fun of us. The chaos caused by every prank war the Ark has seen? Sparkling play. Why do you think no one gets away with anything for very long?”
As the two Special Ops mechs made to protest, about to cite a few incidents, they suddenly recalled how, even though there had sometimes been no official punishment, every prank on the pair had been, in one way or another, more than paid back. Red Alert’s smirk grew wider.
“Prowl was good at tactics even then, without that battle computer he has now. And I didn’t get good at security just because of my glitch; a good prank requires attention to detail, and focusing on the details helps keep my processors from frying too often. Needless to say, don’t tell anyone else, or else.”
At their stunned silence, the security mech snorted. “And so you see why Prowl has to imprint on me. No one else has a chance of keeping up with him.”
Their attention was then suddenly drawn by an insistent chirping. Jazz had come online, and was not pleased with being ignored by Bumblebee and Mirage. As the pair attempted to calm their former superior down, Red Alert sighed and gathered up the last sparkling, still offline.
“Good luck, the both of you. I’m going to keep away until Jazz is done with the imprinting period. Dealing with Prowl is going to be more than enough of a job for me.”
Just then, both Ratchet and Optimus emerged from the medic’s office. The CMO frowned as they crossed the room to join the three mechs. “Frag, and here I was hoping to brief the Ark before another sparkling imprinted.”
The Prime patted him on the shoulder consolingly. “Look at it this way, at least Jazz imprinted on the two mechs who should most be able to handle him.”
“Thank Primus for small mercies. At least none of them woke up while First Aid or Swoop were in here. The Protectobots are far too young to know how to deal with sparklings, and imprinting on one of the Dinobots, as well meaning as they can be, would likely scar the poor spark for life. And Sideswipe, for all his tomfoolery, looks like he would be rather capable with sparkling care.”
“Yes, we were oddly fortunate. But what worries me is that Prowl still hasn’t woken.”
“Ah. That. Skyfire had a theory. If flying taxes the seekerlings into recharging often, then Prowl’s battle computer must be affecting him too. He used more energy as an adult mech, it stands to reason that he would drain quicker as a sparkling. And it’s too integrated with his systems for me to just disconnect it.”
“Can’t we give him more energon?”
“If you want to poison him, maybe. Sparkling systems cannot handle too much energy at once, we’ll have to give them a milder form of energon than what we normally take. Perceptor’s working on that now.”
“So, Prowl’s going to stay offline until we get them back to normal?”
“No, after a while his systems should recognise that trying to run his battle computer would be unnecessary. Without the direction Prowl would normally give it, all it can do is generate pointless data that the sparkling mind would not understand anyway.”
With a sigh, Optimus nodded, then ran a gentle finger over the helm of the sparkling Prowl in Red Alert’s arms. The small mech stirred briefly, then woke up. Red Alert felt his spark plummet. Prowl’s optics were facing the Prime, and as he onlined fully, the former SIC started chirping, tiny arms reaching out for their Commander.
When no one moved for a good minute, Prowl clicked in frustration, wriggling in the security director’s grasp. Doorwings flicked back, smacking the Lamborghini in the face, causing him to cry out, loosening his grip in surprise. The sudden movement broke Optimus out of his shock, and he quickly plucked the sparkling from Red Alert’s hold before he could fall. Prowl pressed close to the Prime’s chestplates with a soft coo, doorwings fluttering contentedly as his optics shuttered once more.
“Oh. Frag.” Red Alert could only agree with Ratchet’s quiet oath. With Prowl back in recharge, he couldn’t get the sparkling to imprint on him as well. Optimus would be stuck with caring for Prowl, at least until the sparklings grew comfortable with being left with other bots.
Oh frag indeed.
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Date: 2008-12-02 07:02 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-12-02 10:32 am (UTC)Moar?
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Date: 2008-12-02 11:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-12-02 12:07 pm (UTC)I love how Skywarp went after Sides like that. I cannot wait until Prowl starts up his antics either. No one's ever going to look at him the same.
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Date: 2008-12-02 12:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-12-02 01:08 pm (UTC)I am seriously loving this ♥
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Date: 2008-12-02 01:22 pm (UTC)Oh, poor Red Alert. Best laid plans of glitch-mice and mechs...
It's gonna be interesting if Optimus has to meet with any human officials before Prowl gets comfortable with being left with another Autobot.
You know, until 'Bee said Mirage's name, I almost thought it was Spike he was talking to given our conversation last chapter about a sparkling imprinting on a human. At least Spike can be the "weird uncle" for Jazz.
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Date: 2008-12-02 01:48 pm (UTC)Glad you like ^_^
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Date: 2008-12-02 01:54 pm (UTC)Optimus: A sparkling. An infant of our kind.
Official: *panic because he just called Op's 'kid' a 'that'* Uh... Congratulations? I didn't know you and Prowl...
Optimus: Ah... No, this is Prowl.
Official: *bug eyes*
Optimus: Long story.
That human and sparkling thing is going to be a separate little ficlet, if the bunny sits still long enough ^_^;;
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Date: 2008-12-02 04:03 pm (UTC)Oh! And I think I have a title for you "Always Read The Manual First".
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Date: 2008-12-02 04:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-12-02 11:27 pm (UTC)*¬* A Caring Sides with baby 'Warpy!! TOO CUTE! My teeth aches all over! I can't wait till read more of that. I love how you paired these sparklings, it's just lovely. Me thinks that Mirage and Bee got the easy one (o.o How would baby Jazz be?) and Skyfire with baby TC... aw. o.o AAW! ^¬^... AAAAAAAAAW!! ^O^...
I'm looking forward the adventures and misadventures of these 6 sparklings. Now. o.o How is baby-Starscream doing? ó.o I was wondering because of his previous wounds...
ò.o Here: COOKIE! Eat It! ^¬^
TAKE CARE!!
MISAO-CG
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Date: 2008-12-03 02:06 am (UTC)*insert much laughing here*
Awww, Prowl imprinted on Optimus. May Primus have pity on his spark.
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Date: 2008-12-03 05:44 am (UTC)These are so cute, and oopsie, Prime! You're going to have to be on your toes with Prowl!
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Date: 2008-12-03 06:28 am (UTC)Baby Boom (or, Why you should read the manual first)
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Date: 2008-12-03 06:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-12-03 05:10 pm (UTC)http://community.livejournal.com/tf_bunny_farm/111735.html?view=1104503#t1104503
I think there are too few stories focusing on the drive between Prime and his two highest officers. Due to Red's words, Prime is in now for an interesting time - will he be able to keep up with sparkling Prowl? ^-^
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Date: 2008-12-04 04:16 am (UTC)Oh, he'd better, methinks >:3
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Date: 2008-12-06 11:37 pm (UTC)