Seeker Mechs and Femmes [Part 3]
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ante_luceTitle: Seeker Mechs and Femmes [Part 3]
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing.
Prowl. I may have some bad news. Based on my observations, our time in stasis suppressed the previous cycles, increasing the intensity of this one, as well as its probable time period. I don’t know how long this will last, but it’s going to get worse.
Starscream.
= = =
Bluestreak watched the seeker looking out over the cliff, wingtips twitching in agitation. Black hands gripped the sides of the flier’s arms tightly, and Thundercracker’s expression was both frustrated and troubled. The gunner approached, blinking when the seeker startled. Thundercracker must really be bothered by something.
“Bad day?”
The jet shrugged, looking away, and Bluestreak prompted the flier again, pausing when the seeker jerked away from his touch. “C’mon, tell me, please?”
“… It’s getting difficult. For all of us. Starscream especially.” Thundercracker sighed, tone reluctant. The gunner considered the answer, then made placed a hand over the seeker’s, holding it carefully as he gently ran fingertips over orange tinted glass. Thundercracker shivered.
“Wait, don’t.”
“Why not? You need this. Look at you, mere touch has you thrumming. Have you interfaced with anyone since you began courting me?”
“I… No. It didn’t feel proper.” Bluestreak smiled, bringing his hand up to heated faceplates and keeping it there, even when Thundercracker tried to shy away, nearly trembling with the effort of not pressing against that white palm. The seeker protested once more. “It’s just subroutines and directives. Without the cycle, I wouldn’t be wanting you, or anyone else for that matter, like this.”
“I don’t mind. We’re not friends, certainly, that’s going to be difficult to achieve so fast, but we’ve gotten to the point where I don’t mind helping you out. Now hush and let me kiss you.”
“You don’t really want this. How can you?”
“I do. And it’s alright. Better me, willing and understanding why you’re doing this, rather than some mech who might take advantage of this finally driving you past your limits.” There was a startled look, and the jet went so still that the gunner grew concerned. “TC? Please, let me help you.”
There was a slow, hesitant nod, then Thundercracker shivered again as Bluestreak tugged a dark helm down, lip plates chastely brushing the flier’s before making a more resolute contact, the seeker’s mouth opening involuntarily to let the gunner deepen the kiss. Both sank to the ground, pale hands roaming blue seeker wings as the jet groaned, arching up in response to the intimate contact.
= = =
Prowl. Thank you for your concern. I’m trying, but they’re getting harder to hold back.
Starscream.
= = =
Thundercracker onlined, feeling strangely calm, a complete contrast to how the past week had been. The hum of another’s systems made the seeker realise that Bluestreak was still there. Sitting up, Thundercracker stared at the mech whose lap had been functioning as the flier’s headrest. The gunner looked at the seeker, a faint (if sad) smile on his faceplates.
“Feeling better, TC?”
“Much. I think the cycle has terminated. Thank you.” Thundercracker’s reply was quiet, and the jet couldn’t seem to meet the grey mech’s optics.
“That’s good.”
“I should head back. Starscream will need me now that I’m settled.” The flier slowly rose to a kneeling position, and looked down at the still seated mech.
“I… Thank you, Bluestreak.” A featherlight brush of lips to a chevron, and Thundercracker fled. Bluestreak sighed, watching the seeker fly off, and another blue form shimmered into sight, slipping into place next to him, taking his hand and squeezing it in sympathy.
= = =
Prowl. Thundercracker has been an immeasurable help. Please convey my thanks to Bluestreak. However, my trinemate has starting to mope in an unbecoming manner. Have you any information about the heat cycle that might cast some light on this matter? If it says they’ve bonded, we’re all beyond fragged.
Starscream
= = =
“Bluestreak.”
“Yeah, I know, Prowl. This was why you didn’t want me to go.”
“Your spark is very large, Blue’. And you feel these things very deeply.”
“Huh. Perhaps.”
“Do you regret it?”
“I don’t. It was needed, and I think, given a chance, I would have actually liked Thundercracker.”
“I hear from Starscream that a certain trinemate is not doing well.”
“What’s wrong with TC?!”
“Nothing, physically. But I think Thundercracker would have liked you too.”
= = =
You’re sure they haven’t bonded? Very well. I’ll send Thundercracker to where they used to meet and order the ‘big blue cyberchicken’ to stay there. But I’ll state for the record that you have the oddest of plans.
Starscream
= = =
“… Hi.”
“… Hello.”
“I… This… I’m a ‘Con, Bluestreak. We can’t be friends, or anything more. But… Primus, I don’t know what to do!”
Bluestreak shyly traced a cheek seam, then kissed Thundercracker again, prompting the seeker to make a rather embarrassing, startled noise into the gunner’s mouth.
“Neither do I, but we can at least have this last thing. So let’s try again without that annoying heat cycle to interfere, hm? I want to see if I really can make you scream.”
The seeker could only chuckle quietly, kissing back properly this time. The blue jet then toppled Bluestreak to the ground, smirking as the gunner let out a startled laugh. “Oh please, it’s my turn now, and I insist on you screaming first.”
= = =
Prowl. The music was nice. Very calming. Your gunner has a working CPU on his shoulders, please thank him for giving you the suggestion. Perhaps I should look into a trying a little recruitment. He’s certainly a step up from the slag for processors I have to work with, and Thundercracker already likes him. Maybe he can explain to Skywarp just how to get a mech’s attention without annoying him.
Starscream.
= = =
Prowl. You’ve not replied yet. Either Skywarp’s attempts at wooing your fellow mech have been truly and hilariously awful, leaving you either dealing with the fallout or recovering from laughing yourself offline, or you’re ignoring me.
Starscream.
= = =
Prowl. I will not be ignored.
= = =
Oh for frag’s sake. It was a joke!
= = =
“What the frag are you doing here?!”
Skywarp glared at the frowning blue Datsun. “Look, you don’t have to be so slagging hostile every time I show my face. Don’t worry; I’m not here to ‘bother’ you this time. Something’s gotten into ‘Screamer’s exhausts and I got ordered here to find out what’s up with your SIC. Mech’s not replied to Starscream yet.”
“Frag, tell your Air Commander to be patient. It’s only been a couple of days! All you fliers are the same; you want everything immediately handed to you on a platter. Tough, we’re not going to drop everything just to cater to your wants. We have lives and situations of our own to handle.” Smokescreen snapped back.
“Patient and Starscream might as well live in two different galaxies right now! And here I thought you Autobots were supposed to be the nice ones. You grounded seekers… Argh, we want things done quickly, you lot always drag your pedes and complain that we’re pushy and rash. You never consider that we’re fragging programmed differently, we can’t always help how we react!”
“I was a seeker before I ever was an Autobot. Ever thought we might have reasons for slowing you down? How was that cause enough to destroy our city?! Was wiping Praxus off the map the result of a big temper tantrum?!”
“Look, we didn’t blow it up, alright? Megatron did. Sure, we didn’t object too much, but you condemned us and pulled away from Vos en masse first. What were we supposed to think? Ever thought of explaining those reasons before doing that?”
“You didn’t bother to listen!”
“You waited too long!”
“Smokescreen, is everything alright? I could hear you from down the corridor.”
The diversionary mech sighed, turning away from the seeker to look at the concerned yellow scout. “We’re fine, Bumblebee. Nothing to worry about. Thanks.”
The smaller Ops mech nodded, then patted Smokescreen on the arm before heading off. Both jet and Datsun fell silent, just glowering at each other, intakes whirring noisily as they tried to calm down. Skywarp spoke first, sounding weary and clearly trying to keep a civil tone.
“Look, ‘Screamer gets cranky, the rest of us get the same way, especially with this stupid subroutine going. Thundercracker’s trying, but still… It’s not sunshine, hugs and bumblepuppies, alright? So just tell me what happened so I can go back, report to my leader, end Starscream's snit, and keep every seeker in the base from tearing it apart.”
Smokescreen huffed air irritably from his intakes, also sounding tired. “Fine, just so you’ll go away. We had a little situation with Red Alert. He…”
= = =
Red Alert’s been reading our messages and overreacted, blocking all transmissions in and out of the Ark, up until the Autobots managed to hack open the door to his security room, whereupon he fritzed himself into complete shutdown, and you’ve just gotten through the backlog?
Frag. I hope your medic cussed him out good and proper.
Starscream.
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing.
Prowl. I may have some bad news. Based on my observations, our time in stasis suppressed the previous cycles, increasing the intensity of this one, as well as its probable time period. I don’t know how long this will last, but it’s going to get worse.
Starscream.
= = =
Bluestreak watched the seeker looking out over the cliff, wingtips twitching in agitation. Black hands gripped the sides of the flier’s arms tightly, and Thundercracker’s expression was both frustrated and troubled. The gunner approached, blinking when the seeker startled. Thundercracker must really be bothered by something.
“Bad day?”
The jet shrugged, looking away, and Bluestreak prompted the flier again, pausing when the seeker jerked away from his touch. “C’mon, tell me, please?”
“… It’s getting difficult. For all of us. Starscream especially.” Thundercracker sighed, tone reluctant. The gunner considered the answer, then made placed a hand over the seeker’s, holding it carefully as he gently ran fingertips over orange tinted glass. Thundercracker shivered.
“Wait, don’t.”
“Why not? You need this. Look at you, mere touch has you thrumming. Have you interfaced with anyone since you began courting me?”
“I… No. It didn’t feel proper.” Bluestreak smiled, bringing his hand up to heated faceplates and keeping it there, even when Thundercracker tried to shy away, nearly trembling with the effort of not pressing against that white palm. The seeker protested once more. “It’s just subroutines and directives. Without the cycle, I wouldn’t be wanting you, or anyone else for that matter, like this.”
“I don’t mind. We’re not friends, certainly, that’s going to be difficult to achieve so fast, but we’ve gotten to the point where I don’t mind helping you out. Now hush and let me kiss you.”
“You don’t really want this. How can you?”
“I do. And it’s alright. Better me, willing and understanding why you’re doing this, rather than some mech who might take advantage of this finally driving you past your limits.” There was a startled look, and the jet went so still that the gunner grew concerned. “TC? Please, let me help you.”
There was a slow, hesitant nod, then Thundercracker shivered again as Bluestreak tugged a dark helm down, lip plates chastely brushing the flier’s before making a more resolute contact, the seeker’s mouth opening involuntarily to let the gunner deepen the kiss. Both sank to the ground, pale hands roaming blue seeker wings as the jet groaned, arching up in response to the intimate contact.
= = =
Prowl. Thank you for your concern. I’m trying, but they’re getting harder to hold back.
Starscream.
= = =
Thundercracker onlined, feeling strangely calm, a complete contrast to how the past week had been. The hum of another’s systems made the seeker realise that Bluestreak was still there. Sitting up, Thundercracker stared at the mech whose lap had been functioning as the flier’s headrest. The gunner looked at the seeker, a faint (if sad) smile on his faceplates.
“Feeling better, TC?”
“Much. I think the cycle has terminated. Thank you.” Thundercracker’s reply was quiet, and the jet couldn’t seem to meet the grey mech’s optics.
“That’s good.”
“I should head back. Starscream will need me now that I’m settled.” The flier slowly rose to a kneeling position, and looked down at the still seated mech.
“I… Thank you, Bluestreak.” A featherlight brush of lips to a chevron, and Thundercracker fled. Bluestreak sighed, watching the seeker fly off, and another blue form shimmered into sight, slipping into place next to him, taking his hand and squeezing it in sympathy.
= = =
Prowl. Thundercracker has been an immeasurable help. Please convey my thanks to Bluestreak. However, my trinemate has starting to mope in an unbecoming manner. Have you any information about the heat cycle that might cast some light on this matter? If it says they’ve bonded, we’re all beyond fragged.
Starscream
= = =
“Bluestreak.”
“Yeah, I know, Prowl. This was why you didn’t want me to go.”
“Your spark is very large, Blue’. And you feel these things very deeply.”
“Huh. Perhaps.”
“Do you regret it?”
“I don’t. It was needed, and I think, given a chance, I would have actually liked Thundercracker.”
“I hear from Starscream that a certain trinemate is not doing well.”
“What’s wrong with TC?!”
“Nothing, physically. But I think Thundercracker would have liked you too.”
= = =
You’re sure they haven’t bonded? Very well. I’ll send Thundercracker to where they used to meet and order the ‘big blue cyberchicken’ to stay there. But I’ll state for the record that you have the oddest of plans.
Starscream
= = =
“… Hi.”
“… Hello.”
“I… This… I’m a ‘Con, Bluestreak. We can’t be friends, or anything more. But… Primus, I don’t know what to do!”
Bluestreak shyly traced a cheek seam, then kissed Thundercracker again, prompting the seeker to make a rather embarrassing, startled noise into the gunner’s mouth.
“Neither do I, but we can at least have this last thing. So let’s try again without that annoying heat cycle to interfere, hm? I want to see if I really can make you scream.”
The seeker could only chuckle quietly, kissing back properly this time. The blue jet then toppled Bluestreak to the ground, smirking as the gunner let out a startled laugh. “Oh please, it’s my turn now, and I insist on you screaming first.”
= = =
Prowl. The music was nice. Very calming. Your gunner has a working CPU on his shoulders, please thank him for giving you the suggestion. Perhaps I should look into a trying a little recruitment. He’s certainly a step up from the slag for processors I have to work with, and Thundercracker already likes him. Maybe he can explain to Skywarp just how to get a mech’s attention without annoying him.
Starscream.
= = =
Prowl. You’ve not replied yet. Either Skywarp’s attempts at wooing your fellow mech have been truly and hilariously awful, leaving you either dealing with the fallout or recovering from laughing yourself offline, or you’re ignoring me.
Starscream.
= = =
Prowl. I will not be ignored.
= = =
Oh for frag’s sake. It was a joke!
= = =
“What the frag are you doing here?!”
Skywarp glared at the frowning blue Datsun. “Look, you don’t have to be so slagging hostile every time I show my face. Don’t worry; I’m not here to ‘bother’ you this time. Something’s gotten into ‘Screamer’s exhausts and I got ordered here to find out what’s up with your SIC. Mech’s not replied to Starscream yet.”
“Frag, tell your Air Commander to be patient. It’s only been a couple of days! All you fliers are the same; you want everything immediately handed to you on a platter. Tough, we’re not going to drop everything just to cater to your wants. We have lives and situations of our own to handle.” Smokescreen snapped back.
“Patient and Starscream might as well live in two different galaxies right now! And here I thought you Autobots were supposed to be the nice ones. You grounded seekers… Argh, we want things done quickly, you lot always drag your pedes and complain that we’re pushy and rash. You never consider that we’re fragging programmed differently, we can’t always help how we react!”
“I was a seeker before I ever was an Autobot. Ever thought we might have reasons for slowing you down? How was that cause enough to destroy our city?! Was wiping Praxus off the map the result of a big temper tantrum?!”
“Look, we didn’t blow it up, alright? Megatron did. Sure, we didn’t object too much, but you condemned us and pulled away from Vos en masse first. What were we supposed to think? Ever thought of explaining those reasons before doing that?”
“You didn’t bother to listen!”
“You waited too long!”
“Smokescreen, is everything alright? I could hear you from down the corridor.”
The diversionary mech sighed, turning away from the seeker to look at the concerned yellow scout. “We’re fine, Bumblebee. Nothing to worry about. Thanks.”
The smaller Ops mech nodded, then patted Smokescreen on the arm before heading off. Both jet and Datsun fell silent, just glowering at each other, intakes whirring noisily as they tried to calm down. Skywarp spoke first, sounding weary and clearly trying to keep a civil tone.
“Look, ‘Screamer gets cranky, the rest of us get the same way, especially with this stupid subroutine going. Thundercracker’s trying, but still… It’s not sunshine, hugs and bumblepuppies, alright? So just tell me what happened so I can go back, report to my leader, end Starscream's snit, and keep every seeker in the base from tearing it apart.”
Smokescreen huffed air irritably from his intakes, also sounding tired. “Fine, just so you’ll go away. We had a little situation with Red Alert. He…”
= = =
Red Alert’s been reading our messages and overreacted, blocking all transmissions in and out of the Ark, up until the Autobots managed to hack open the door to his security room, whereupon he fritzed himself into complete shutdown, and you’ve just gotten through the backlog?
Frag. I hope your medic cussed him out good and proper.
Starscream.
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Date: 2009-05-27 05:37 pm (UTC)Awwww, Blue and TC are so adorable ♥
I get the feeling that Warp and Smoky will wind up just doing it so they can get on with their lives away from each other XD
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Date: 2009-05-28 11:12 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-28 01:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-27 05:53 pm (UTC)You finally updated this one!! =D
This chapter is made of win!
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Date: 2009-05-28 11:13 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-27 06:08 pm (UTC)And TC and Bluestreak should win the Couple of the Year award, they're so utterly cute together. I can't wait to read the next installment of this fic. :3
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Date: 2009-05-28 11:14 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-27 06:54 pm (UTC)^¬^ And I love Starscream's messages for Prowl!!
Here, you can have this cookie now!! n___n
TAKE CARE!!
MISAO-CG
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Date: 2009-05-28 11:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-27 07:08 pm (UTC)Woah. Maybe I am psychic...
JGDSFHGBLUESTREAK.
YOU.
DAMMIT, STOP BEING SO ADORABLE. MY OVARIES ARE MAKING ME DEAF WITH THEIR SHRIEKING.
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Date: 2009-05-28 11:15 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-05-28 11:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-27 08:58 pm (UTC)Bluestreak and Thundercracker make me squee, Smokescreen and Skywarp are giggle worthy, and the interaction of Prowl and Starscream is always awesome. Keep up the good work!
I really can't wait to see how this all resolves. As it is, it's starting to sound like a big misunderstanding. XP
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Date: 2009-05-28 11:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-27 10:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-28 11:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-27 10:52 pm (UTC)"I will not be ignored!" and "It was a joke!" are my favorites. :D Bluestreak is just adorabibble. And I suspect TC is in lurrrve!
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Date: 2009-05-28 11:19 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2009-05-31 04:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-06-04 08:13 am (UTC)So why *did* all the male seekers leave Vos and move to Praxus in the first place?
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Date: 2009-06-04 04:33 pm (UTC)