Secrets of the Groundbound Kind [Part 11]
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ante_luceTitle: Secrets of the Groundbound Kind [Part 11]
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing.
“Why don’t you head on over?”
Bumblebee and Jazz looked at Smokescreen in surprise. The blue Datsun smirked, then leant closer. “I’ve been in a trine a fragging long while now; I know you’re dying to go to Mirage. Processor scans give you Ops mechs the glitches; he’ll feel better with you near him. So go already.”
“But, Ratchet…” Bumblebee began, and Prowl cut in easily. “Ratchet knows that trying to keep trinemates from each other is useless, particularly when one of them is ill at ease in a med bay.”
Bluestreak nodded in agreement. “He’ll snarl at you, but as long as you don’t get in his way, he won’t throw anything.”
“Is that the voice of experience I hear?” Jazz queried with a faint snicker, and the gunner laughed, shaking his head. “Not personal. Saw it happen to the Aerialbots. You’d think they’d’ve learnt to duck by now, what with how many of them there are and how often one of them gets hurt. But what are you two still here for? Mirage’s over there.”
Both Ops mechs grinned and were across the room in a flash, prompting only a resigned growl from Ratchet as they reached for the spy’s hands. Mirage visibly relaxed, and the Datsuns shared a smile of their own.
= = =
Smokescreen started when he heard Ratchet suddenly swear (Bluestreak had left to go on duty, and Prowl was needed back in his office), followed by Mirage. He hurried over to where the Ops mechs and the CMO were, and stopped when the medic turned a gimlet optic onto the Ark’s resident psychologist, prompting the blue Datsun to cautiously make a query.
“… Ratchet?”
“You should give up gambling and have Prowl try his hand at it instead.”
“And… why would that be so?”
The ambulance sighed as he released the spy from the scanning equipment. He glanced at the stunned Towers mech, Mirage nodded, and Ratchet turned to Smokescreen and the other Ops mechs. “I found seeker coding in Mirage’s core programming, and it’s old enough to be his own, not a plant or hack. If Prowl’s supposition about Bumblebee is right, we might have another full seeker trine in addition to yours on our hands.”
Smokescreen rebooted his optics in shock. When his trinemate had brought up the possibility of Bumblebee having Praxian origins, he’d been sceptical, but on further consideration realised that without recorded creators, the scout truthfully could have been from anywhere, and the Autobots had found ‘Bee in a city close-ish to Praxus and Vos.
But… Mirage had creators. And they hadn’t been listed as a seeker type. The spy voiced this, sounding very confused, and his team mates (and now trinemates) pressed as close to him as they could from across the berth. “I don’t understand, I remember my creators, and I think I’d know a seeker build from any other sort of frame. They’ve never mentioned being of seeker heritage.”
Ratchet folded his arms across his front, gazing evenly at the Ligier. “Core programming doesn’t lie. From the makeup of the code in your systems, it looks likely that either one of your two creators was a full seeker, or both were part and part not. Without access to their core records I cannot say. I presume that you would know if you were adopted?”
“The nobility were very particular about lineage, and I was verified as the offspring of my creators and them alone by a number of accredited medics whose sole function in the Towers was to determine that. Deception would not have been tolerated, and the bots found partaking in such a ruse would have been cast out and blacklisted the moment they were discovered.”
Mirage’s reply was distant, the spy’s processors still reeling from the revelation. As Jazz hummed a calming note and both he and Bumblebee tried to sooth their third through the still forming trine bond, the CMO patted the nearest part of the spy he could reach in a comforting manner. A soft, unbidden whine began to sound as the mech on the berth curled up into himself, and the medic sighed again.
“This isn’t a bad thing, Mirage. At the very least, it nullifies any concerns I had about the trine bond being detrimental to you. I’m going to suggest you take some time to get adjusted to the idea. Bumblebee, could you get him to his quarters? Smokescreen, get Prowl to fix the duty roster so that Mirage gets the cycle off.”
Both mech replied in the affirmative, and soon Bumblebee was escorting the spy out to the med bay as Smokescreen reported that Prowl had adjusted the schedules accordingly. Ratchet nodded, then turned a dark look onto a very apprehensive Porsche.
“You. On the berth, now.”
“Eep.”
= = =
“ ‘Bee? ‘Raj? You okay?”
Mirage flinched as a green mech came into view, looking concerned. Bumblebee smiled faintly at Hound, shrugging lightly. “I’m fine, Mirage’s had a bit of a shock, just getting him to his quarters so he can process it in peace.”
“… Can I help? Prowl commed me.”
“What did he tell you?” Hound shook his head at the spy’s sharp question. “Nothing more than what ‘Bee just said, ‘Raj.”
“I’ll be fine, Hound, thank you.” The blue mech said tiredly, but the scout beside him frowned. “No, you won’t be. Hound, please take care of Mirage. I’m going back to the med bay.”
And with that, Bumblebee left the jeep and the Ligier staring at his retreating back, and Hound turned to the spy, silently offering a hand. Mirage didn’t take it, but sighed and indicated that the tracker could accompany him the rest of the way to his quarters.
= = =
Once in Mirage’s room, the spy dropped onto his berth like a stone, and Hound hesitated in the doorway before entering.
“ ‘Raj, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, really. I just found out something rather… unsettling.”
“Can you tell me?” The tracker settled behind the blue mech, gently tugging Mirage so that the mech’s helm rested on his shoulder. The spy sighed, thinking that the sound of Hound’s systems, while not like the calming seeker notes he’d heard Jazz and Bluestreak use, was just as soothing to him. The jeep waited, allowing Mirage to collect his thoughts. Then the Ligier shifted against him, and began to talk.
= = =
When Mirage had finished detailing all that had occurred in the last few days, Hound murmured thoughtfully, then said.
“Is that all?”
“… What?!” Mirage turned so that he could look into the jeep’s optics, expression disbelieving.
“ ‘Raj, seeker, groundpounder, cassette or three headed AIBO puppy, you’d still be you.” The tracker smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the blue mech’s forehead.
“Still be the mech I fell in love with.” Another kiss, right on his nasal bridge.
“Still be the mech who loves me back, spark and processors. What does it matter that you have seeker code running through them?” And another, barely grazing his lip plates before Hound drew back, hovering a scant few inches away. Mirage shuttered his optics briefly, then moved those few inches to kiss the green mech properly.
When they finally parted once more, the Ligier quietly asked the jeep if he could stay. Hound checked the roster and replied, tone puzzled.
“Yeah, looks like my duty shift’s been swapped so I’m free this cycle.”
Mirage chuckled softly. “I must remember to thank Prowl the next time I see him.”
“If you say so.” The tracker still sounded confused, and the spy laughed again.
“Don’t worry about it. C’mere.”
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing.
“Why don’t you head on over?”
Bumblebee and Jazz looked at Smokescreen in surprise. The blue Datsun smirked, then leant closer. “I’ve been in a trine a fragging long while now; I know you’re dying to go to Mirage. Processor scans give you Ops mechs the glitches; he’ll feel better with you near him. So go already.”
“But, Ratchet…” Bumblebee began, and Prowl cut in easily. “Ratchet knows that trying to keep trinemates from each other is useless, particularly when one of them is ill at ease in a med bay.”
Bluestreak nodded in agreement. “He’ll snarl at you, but as long as you don’t get in his way, he won’t throw anything.”
“Is that the voice of experience I hear?” Jazz queried with a faint snicker, and the gunner laughed, shaking his head. “Not personal. Saw it happen to the Aerialbots. You’d think they’d’ve learnt to duck by now, what with how many of them there are and how often one of them gets hurt. But what are you two still here for? Mirage’s over there.”
Both Ops mechs grinned and were across the room in a flash, prompting only a resigned growl from Ratchet as they reached for the spy’s hands. Mirage visibly relaxed, and the Datsuns shared a smile of their own.
= = =
Smokescreen started when he heard Ratchet suddenly swear (Bluestreak had left to go on duty, and Prowl was needed back in his office), followed by Mirage. He hurried over to where the Ops mechs and the CMO were, and stopped when the medic turned a gimlet optic onto the Ark’s resident psychologist, prompting the blue Datsun to cautiously make a query.
“… Ratchet?”
“You should give up gambling and have Prowl try his hand at it instead.”
“And… why would that be so?”
The ambulance sighed as he released the spy from the scanning equipment. He glanced at the stunned Towers mech, Mirage nodded, and Ratchet turned to Smokescreen and the other Ops mechs. “I found seeker coding in Mirage’s core programming, and it’s old enough to be his own, not a plant or hack. If Prowl’s supposition about Bumblebee is right, we might have another full seeker trine in addition to yours on our hands.”
Smokescreen rebooted his optics in shock. When his trinemate had brought up the possibility of Bumblebee having Praxian origins, he’d been sceptical, but on further consideration realised that without recorded creators, the scout truthfully could have been from anywhere, and the Autobots had found ‘Bee in a city close-ish to Praxus and Vos.
But… Mirage had creators. And they hadn’t been listed as a seeker type. The spy voiced this, sounding very confused, and his team mates (and now trinemates) pressed as close to him as they could from across the berth. “I don’t understand, I remember my creators, and I think I’d know a seeker build from any other sort of frame. They’ve never mentioned being of seeker heritage.”
Ratchet folded his arms across his front, gazing evenly at the Ligier. “Core programming doesn’t lie. From the makeup of the code in your systems, it looks likely that either one of your two creators was a full seeker, or both were part and part not. Without access to their core records I cannot say. I presume that you would know if you were adopted?”
“The nobility were very particular about lineage, and I was verified as the offspring of my creators and them alone by a number of accredited medics whose sole function in the Towers was to determine that. Deception would not have been tolerated, and the bots found partaking in such a ruse would have been cast out and blacklisted the moment they were discovered.”
Mirage’s reply was distant, the spy’s processors still reeling from the revelation. As Jazz hummed a calming note and both he and Bumblebee tried to sooth their third through the still forming trine bond, the CMO patted the nearest part of the spy he could reach in a comforting manner. A soft, unbidden whine began to sound as the mech on the berth curled up into himself, and the medic sighed again.
“This isn’t a bad thing, Mirage. At the very least, it nullifies any concerns I had about the trine bond being detrimental to you. I’m going to suggest you take some time to get adjusted to the idea. Bumblebee, could you get him to his quarters? Smokescreen, get Prowl to fix the duty roster so that Mirage gets the cycle off.”
Both mech replied in the affirmative, and soon Bumblebee was escorting the spy out to the med bay as Smokescreen reported that Prowl had adjusted the schedules accordingly. Ratchet nodded, then turned a dark look onto a very apprehensive Porsche.
“You. On the berth, now.”
“Eep.”
= = =
“ ‘Bee? ‘Raj? You okay?”
Mirage flinched as a green mech came into view, looking concerned. Bumblebee smiled faintly at Hound, shrugging lightly. “I’m fine, Mirage’s had a bit of a shock, just getting him to his quarters so he can process it in peace.”
“… Can I help? Prowl commed me.”
“What did he tell you?” Hound shook his head at the spy’s sharp question. “Nothing more than what ‘Bee just said, ‘Raj.”
“I’ll be fine, Hound, thank you.” The blue mech said tiredly, but the scout beside him frowned. “No, you won’t be. Hound, please take care of Mirage. I’m going back to the med bay.”
And with that, Bumblebee left the jeep and the Ligier staring at his retreating back, and Hound turned to the spy, silently offering a hand. Mirage didn’t take it, but sighed and indicated that the tracker could accompany him the rest of the way to his quarters.
= = =
Once in Mirage’s room, the spy dropped onto his berth like a stone, and Hound hesitated in the doorway before entering.
“ ‘Raj, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, really. I just found out something rather… unsettling.”
“Can you tell me?” The tracker settled behind the blue mech, gently tugging Mirage so that the mech’s helm rested on his shoulder. The spy sighed, thinking that the sound of Hound’s systems, while not like the calming seeker notes he’d heard Jazz and Bluestreak use, was just as soothing to him. The jeep waited, allowing Mirage to collect his thoughts. Then the Ligier shifted against him, and began to talk.
= = =
When Mirage had finished detailing all that had occurred in the last few days, Hound murmured thoughtfully, then said.
“Is that all?”
“… What?!” Mirage turned so that he could look into the jeep’s optics, expression disbelieving.
“ ‘Raj, seeker, groundpounder, cassette or three headed AIBO puppy, you’d still be you.” The tracker smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the blue mech’s forehead.
“Still be the mech I fell in love with.” Another kiss, right on his nasal bridge.
“Still be the mech who loves me back, spark and processors. What does it matter that you have seeker code running through them?” And another, barely grazing his lip plates before Hound drew back, hovering a scant few inches away. Mirage shuttered his optics briefly, then moved those few inches to kiss the green mech properly.
When they finally parted once more, the Ligier quietly asked the jeep if he could stay. Hound checked the roster and replied, tone puzzled.
“Yeah, looks like my duty shift’s been swapped so I’m free this cycle.”
Mirage chuckled softly. “I must remember to thank Prowl the next time I see him.”
“If you say so.” The tracker still sounded confused, and the spy laughed again.
“Don’t worry about it. C’mere.”
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Date: 2009-03-16 04:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-16 06:19 pm (UTC)As soon as I gain coherence again, I'll say something more.
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Date: 2009-03-16 07:46 pm (UTC)As for Prowl gambling, with his battle computer he'd be swiping mech's of their energon or getting their good behaviour before long.
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Date: 2009-03-16 08:57 pm (UTC)Jazz is cute when he's cornered.
Mirage, poor baby. So many questions and no way to get them answered.
And Bumblebee is just love. :D
More, please!
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Date: 2009-03-17 12:51 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-03-17 01:44 am (UTC)"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW!"
Here, have your cookie!
TAKE CARE!!
MISAO-CG
PS: ò.o Prowl deserves a Hug. ò_ó Tell Jazz that he needs to hug him!! ^¬^
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Date: 2009-03-17 02:10 am (UTC)XD
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Date: 2009-03-17 02:10 am (UTC)I love this fic. Just a cute touch of Hound/Mirage in with it too.
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Date: 2009-03-17 03:11 am (UTC)that was really well done, sweets. loved it.
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Date: 2009-03-17 03:18 am (UTC)Yay for Hound being so kind and wonderful to Mirage even with what he had revealed to him that no one else needs to know other than the Prowl, his trinemates, Ratchet, then Jazz and Bee.
Soooo cute! =D
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Date: 2009-03-17 04:32 am (UTC)Your such a good author I wish I could write my ideas down in such a away.
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Date: 2009-03-17 09:12 am (UTC)Also, the image of the Aerialbots being bricked by Ratchet for getting in his way is great. :D
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Date: 2009-03-17 10:33 am (UTC)Also eeeeeee Hound is so sweet. *pets Mirage*
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Date: 2009-03-17 05:02 pm (UTC)Hound pretty much gave me cavities in this part ^_^;;
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Date: 2009-03-24 07:26 am (UTC)Dear Hound. Sneaky Prowl and Bee... ;DDD