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Title: Sunlight
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Characters: Skyfire. Bluestreak.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angst. Fluff.
“Can I join you?”
Skyfire onlined his optics to see Bluestreak leaning over him, a friendly smile on his faceplates, and nodded his assent.
“Please do.”
The Datsun grinned, then settled on the ground next to the shuttle, angling his doors to catch as much of the afternoon light as possible. Skyfire sighed, engines purring at the heat beating down on him. After all that time in the ice, the flier had acquired a considerable fondness for being warm, and any chance he got to simply bask in the sun was to be fully exploited.
“This is nice.” Bluestreak murmured after a while, and Skyfire supposed he should have expected him to start talking sooner or later. But when the gunner didn’t say anything more, the shuttle felt like he had to fill the silence with a response, just to be polite.
“It is.”
The grey mech nodded, then flopped back, stretching out fully on the ground. Turning his head sideways so he could look at the flier (and said flier’s raised optic ridge) semi-properly, Bluestreak explained his new position
“I like looking up at the sky. It’s the flier in me.”
Skyfire looked up at the blue expanse, and found himself agreeing with the gunner once more. Another spate of silence, and the Datsun murmured, tone so soft Skyfire thought he’d imagined it at first.
“Though sometimes it scares me too. ‘Specially when it gets gloomy. It’s so exposed and there’s no cover.” The chevroned mech shifted uneasily, then continued. “The seekers attacked from the sky. At Praxus.”
The shuttle glanced over at the blank tone Bluestreak used, frowning slightly. Then, Skyfire sat up, and moved the few metres over to wrap an arm about the smaller mech. The gunner looked at him in surprise, and he only shrugged. Skyfire was the one to break the stillness this time.
“It scares me as well.”
Bluestreak chirred, query-surprise, and he whined back, low embarrassment.
“Clear skies are fine. But I went down in stormy weather. Cold winds, ice and a blinding snowstorm. I lost sight of my partner. I couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, couldn’t comm. anyone. Then I couldn’t move. Couldn’t feel anything. And I was all alone.”
Bluestreak was silent, then he leaned into the shuttle, cycling air slowly.
“That’s what it was like when… The sky went dark, then everything exploded and everyone… disappeared. I was trapped in the rubble. My sensors had been knocked offline, and I was terrified I’d die alone in the wreckage because nobody knew to come looking.”
“But they found you.”
“And we found you.”
“And there’s sunlight now.”
“True.”
They lay there comfortably for a while, watching the clouds cross the heavens. Then Bluestreak curled a little closer, resting his helm on the larger mech’s torso, shuttering his optics and humming softly.
“What does that sound mean?” Skyfire thought he could guess, but being a researcher had ingrained the need for confirmation into his spark. The grey Datsun chuckled, humming again, then replying.
“Contentment. Safety. Companionship.”
“Flock.”
Both sunbathers looked up to see Smokescreen wander towards them, then sit himself down on Skyfire’s other side, datapads under his arm, smirking. Bluestreak eyed the other Datsun’s grin warily, asking. “What did you do?”
“Nothing damaging.”
The mech’s easy shrug was followed by an aggravated note from the next Datsun to come out of the Ark. “But annoying nonetheless.”
The black and white mech frowned at him, and the yellow chevroned mech smirked some more. “You needed to get out of your office, Prowl. Being cooped up inside too long was making you cranky. And it’s a nice day, and a beautiful sky.”
Prowl glanced up and sighed. “If I agree, will you give them back?”
Smokescreen shook his head cheekily. “Not unless you also agree to work on them out here.”
The SIC wavered, torn between his dignity and the lure of the open space and Bluestreak’s hopeful expression.
“You can rest against me if you need to. Not like it’s going to change much.” Skyfire chuckled, gesturing to the two doorwinged mechs already using him as a pillow and armrest. The diversionary mech waggled the datapads teasingly, and with a chirr of aggravation-resignation-amusement, Prowl took a place a little lower down from Bluestreak, snatching his work from his fellow tactician before leaning back against sun warmed white plating.
Bluestreak smiled, humming the same tones before, and this time, Skyfire and Smokescreen joined him. They looked expectantly at their fourth, and with another resigned trill, Prowl did the same, blending his voice in with the other three, contentment-safety-companionship.
Flock.
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Characters: Skyfire. Bluestreak.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angst. Fluff.
“Can I join you?”
Skyfire onlined his optics to see Bluestreak leaning over him, a friendly smile on his faceplates, and nodded his assent.
“Please do.”
The Datsun grinned, then settled on the ground next to the shuttle, angling his doors to catch as much of the afternoon light as possible. Skyfire sighed, engines purring at the heat beating down on him. After all that time in the ice, the flier had acquired a considerable fondness for being warm, and any chance he got to simply bask in the sun was to be fully exploited.
“This is nice.” Bluestreak murmured after a while, and Skyfire supposed he should have expected him to start talking sooner or later. But when the gunner didn’t say anything more, the shuttle felt like he had to fill the silence with a response, just to be polite.
“It is.”
The grey mech nodded, then flopped back, stretching out fully on the ground. Turning his head sideways so he could look at the flier (and said flier’s raised optic ridge) semi-properly, Bluestreak explained his new position
“I like looking up at the sky. It’s the flier in me.”
Skyfire looked up at the blue expanse, and found himself agreeing with the gunner once more. Another spate of silence, and the Datsun murmured, tone so soft Skyfire thought he’d imagined it at first.
“Though sometimes it scares me too. ‘Specially when it gets gloomy. It’s so exposed and there’s no cover.” The chevroned mech shifted uneasily, then continued. “The seekers attacked from the sky. At Praxus.”
The shuttle glanced over at the blank tone Bluestreak used, frowning slightly. Then, Skyfire sat up, and moved the few metres over to wrap an arm about the smaller mech. The gunner looked at him in surprise, and he only shrugged. Skyfire was the one to break the stillness this time.
“It scares me as well.”
Bluestreak chirred, query-surprise, and he whined back, low embarrassment.
“Clear skies are fine. But I went down in stormy weather. Cold winds, ice and a blinding snowstorm. I lost sight of my partner. I couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, couldn’t comm. anyone. Then I couldn’t move. Couldn’t feel anything. And I was all alone.”
Bluestreak was silent, then he leaned into the shuttle, cycling air slowly.
“That’s what it was like when… The sky went dark, then everything exploded and everyone… disappeared. I was trapped in the rubble. My sensors had been knocked offline, and I was terrified I’d die alone in the wreckage because nobody knew to come looking.”
“But they found you.”
“And we found you.”
“And there’s sunlight now.”
“True.”
They lay there comfortably for a while, watching the clouds cross the heavens. Then Bluestreak curled a little closer, resting his helm on the larger mech’s torso, shuttering his optics and humming softly.
“What does that sound mean?” Skyfire thought he could guess, but being a researcher had ingrained the need for confirmation into his spark. The grey Datsun chuckled, humming again, then replying.
“Contentment. Safety. Companionship.”
“Flock.”
Both sunbathers looked up to see Smokescreen wander towards them, then sit himself down on Skyfire’s other side, datapads under his arm, smirking. Bluestreak eyed the other Datsun’s grin warily, asking. “What did you do?”
“Nothing damaging.”
The mech’s easy shrug was followed by an aggravated note from the next Datsun to come out of the Ark. “But annoying nonetheless.”
The black and white mech frowned at him, and the yellow chevroned mech smirked some more. “You needed to get out of your office, Prowl. Being cooped up inside too long was making you cranky. And it’s a nice day, and a beautiful sky.”
Prowl glanced up and sighed. “If I agree, will you give them back?”
Smokescreen shook his head cheekily. “Not unless you also agree to work on them out here.”
The SIC wavered, torn between his dignity and the lure of the open space and Bluestreak’s hopeful expression.
“You can rest against me if you need to. Not like it’s going to change much.” Skyfire chuckled, gesturing to the two doorwinged mechs already using him as a pillow and armrest. The diversionary mech waggled the datapads teasingly, and with a chirr of aggravation-resignation-amusement, Prowl took a place a little lower down from Bluestreak, snatching his work from his fellow tactician before leaning back against sun warmed white plating.
Bluestreak smiled, humming the same tones before, and this time, Skyfire and Smokescreen joined him. They looked expectantly at their fourth, and with another resigned trill, Prowl did the same, blending his voice in with the other three, contentment-safety-companionship.
Flock.
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Date: 2009-07-27 02:17 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2009-07-27 03:08 pm (UTC)Though - will you be doing anymore in the Jazz-trine side of things?
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Date: 2009-07-27 11:04 pm (UTC)*melts into puddle of sap*
you should call this the fluffysweet bunny....
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Date: 2009-07-28 05:50 am (UTC)Cute fluffy little piece.
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