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ante_luceFor the December '08 Christmas Challenge on the PxJ comm.
Oof.
Title: Baby Boom - Why Snuggles are a Good ThingTM
'Verse: G1 Transformers. Sparkling!fic
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF Cussing.
Prompt: Where there is sadness, joy
The jet curled into a small ball on the sofa in the rec. room (and still being a sparkling, he made for a very tiny ball indeed), pretending to nap, not wanting to play the sparkling right now. It sucked. And it was all Megatron’s fault in the first place. Him and his stupid weapon.
What galled Skywarp the most was that he’d given the mech everything. His trine had given Megatron everything. He’d practically worshipped the Decepticon leader, had been thrilled with even the scantiest of praise from him. Vorns upon hundreds of vorns of unwavering loyalty and obedience, and they were discarded like rusty scrap the moment they’d become useless.
He should have expected it, really. How many times had he had to dispose of bots the Decepticon leader had no more use for?
But it still hurt. Especially when he saw how the Autobots took care of their fallen mechs, frag, took care of them. No Decepticon would have taken the sparkling seekers in, no matter how long they’d been comrades, or how well they got along.
But these mechs had. He’d been wary at first, though the Autobot sparklings had insisted none of the Autobots would hurt a sparkling, enemy or no (and boy had he insisted on testing the limits on that one, unable to believe it without proof), but Sideswipe had been beyond patient with him, and the conflicting emotions confused him and made him huddle tighter into himself.
He wanted his trine mates, but Skyfire had taken Starscream and Wheeljack along with Thundercracker today, and he still blamed the shuttle for their predicament (being a sparkling proved handy when avoiding mechs he didn’t like. All he had to do was burst into a royal crying jag). If the idiot had not been on the field, Starscream wouldn’t have felt the need to leap into the path of the ray, and all three of them would still be at Megatron’s side.
But then, if this hadn’t happened, he would never have realised how little he was worth to the Decepticon leader.
A soft chirr broke him out of his depressing thoughts. He looked up to see a visored sparkling reaching for him, nestling close.
~Y’looked sad.~ Jazz chirped, and Skywarp sighed, clicking his reply.
~Just realising how much I meant to Megatron. It’d depress anyone.~
Another sparkling, this one doorwinged and chevroned, clambered up as well, wordlessly settling on his other side, and his sparkling instincts took comfort in the contact. The tiny Seeker warbled softly, and the black and whites on either side of him trilled back soothingly, and Skywarp felt the ache in his spark lessen.
~On the bright side, y’here with us now.~
~And you’ve come to mean a great deal to Sideswipe.~
~Really?~
~Yeah. We can see it. Sides’ is pretty much an open book to us two. Helps that we’ve had to deal with him and his antics for so long.~
~You mean I have to deal with his antics. You tend to encourage them, Jazz.~
Skywarp giggled at the pair’s banter, mood finally lifting. He then laughed out loud when a harried Bumblebee swooped down upon them, picking up Jazz, who winked as he was borne away to the sound of an exasperated exclamation.
“I swear, I don’t know how your real creators kept up with you. I’m about to fry a circuit myself!”
He laughed again, all sadness finally vanishing when Optimus Prime wandered in to pick up Prowl, and played a quick round of peek-a-boo with both the little seeker and the baby tactician using his battle mask.
Then he was picked up himself, and held close to a red chassis.
“Feeling better? I hope Jazz and Prowl managed to help.” Skywarp chirped automatically, letting Sideswipe think what he would at the response while his processors whirled. He hadn’t realised the red Lamborghini had noticed his mood, and had deliberately stayed away to let the other two sparklings cheer him up. A gentle hand rubbed along his back struts, and the little jet shuttered his optics with a contented sound. It still sucked that Megatron had dumped his trine, but he was starting to accept that maybe, this new situation was better.
Oof.
Title: Baby Boom - Why Snuggles are a Good ThingTM
'Verse: G1 Transformers. Sparkling!fic
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF Cussing.
Prompt: Where there is sadness, joy
The jet curled into a small ball on the sofa in the rec. room (and still being a sparkling, he made for a very tiny ball indeed), pretending to nap, not wanting to play the sparkling right now. It sucked. And it was all Megatron’s fault in the first place. Him and his stupid weapon.
What galled Skywarp the most was that he’d given the mech everything. His trine had given Megatron everything. He’d practically worshipped the Decepticon leader, had been thrilled with even the scantiest of praise from him. Vorns upon hundreds of vorns of unwavering loyalty and obedience, and they were discarded like rusty scrap the moment they’d become useless.
He should have expected it, really. How many times had he had to dispose of bots the Decepticon leader had no more use for?
But it still hurt. Especially when he saw how the Autobots took care of their fallen mechs, frag, took care of them. No Decepticon would have taken the sparkling seekers in, no matter how long they’d been comrades, or how well they got along.
But these mechs had. He’d been wary at first, though the Autobot sparklings had insisted none of the Autobots would hurt a sparkling, enemy or no (and boy had he insisted on testing the limits on that one, unable to believe it without proof), but Sideswipe had been beyond patient with him, and the conflicting emotions confused him and made him huddle tighter into himself.
He wanted his trine mates, but Skyfire had taken Starscream and Wheeljack along with Thundercracker today, and he still blamed the shuttle for their predicament (being a sparkling proved handy when avoiding mechs he didn’t like. All he had to do was burst into a royal crying jag). If the idiot had not been on the field, Starscream wouldn’t have felt the need to leap into the path of the ray, and all three of them would still be at Megatron’s side.
But then, if this hadn’t happened, he would never have realised how little he was worth to the Decepticon leader.
A soft chirr broke him out of his depressing thoughts. He looked up to see a visored sparkling reaching for him, nestling close.
~Y’looked sad.~ Jazz chirped, and Skywarp sighed, clicking his reply.
~Just realising how much I meant to Megatron. It’d depress anyone.~
Another sparkling, this one doorwinged and chevroned, clambered up as well, wordlessly settling on his other side, and his sparkling instincts took comfort in the contact. The tiny Seeker warbled softly, and the black and whites on either side of him trilled back soothingly, and Skywarp felt the ache in his spark lessen.
~On the bright side, y’here with us now.~
~And you’ve come to mean a great deal to Sideswipe.~
~Really?~
~Yeah. We can see it. Sides’ is pretty much an open book to us two. Helps that we’ve had to deal with him and his antics for so long.~
~You mean I have to deal with his antics. You tend to encourage them, Jazz.~
Skywarp giggled at the pair’s banter, mood finally lifting. He then laughed out loud when a harried Bumblebee swooped down upon them, picking up Jazz, who winked as he was borne away to the sound of an exasperated exclamation.
“I swear, I don’t know how your real creators kept up with you. I’m about to fry a circuit myself!”
He laughed again, all sadness finally vanishing when Optimus Prime wandered in to pick up Prowl, and played a quick round of peek-a-boo with both the little seeker and the baby tactician using his battle mask.
Then he was picked up himself, and held close to a red chassis.
“Feeling better? I hope Jazz and Prowl managed to help.” Skywarp chirped automatically, letting Sideswipe think what he would at the response while his processors whirled. He hadn’t realised the red Lamborghini had noticed his mood, and had deliberately stayed away to let the other two sparklings cheer him up. A gentle hand rubbed along his back struts, and the little jet shuttered his optics with a contented sound. It still sucked that Megatron had dumped his trine, but he was starting to accept that maybe, this new situation was better.
