Bunny jumped me at work again...
Aug. 5th, 2009 06:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ante_luceBut I couldn't get it all written before I went home, so...
Title: Rain
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Characters: Skyfire. Prowl.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing. Fluff.
CPU preoccupied with contemplating the overcast sky through the doors of the Ark, Skyfire startled when he registered a presence beside him. Looking down along a wing, the shuttle rebooted his optics at the mech who looked back.
“Prowl?”
“Yes, Skyfire?”
“Why aren’t you with Bluestreak?”
“Smokescreen is with Bluestreak. Along with what seems to be half the crew in the rec. room.”
“Ah.”
Lightning crackled down right then, and thunder reverberated through their frames. The wind rose to a howl, and the sky split open, dumping a good metric ton of water on the Ark and its surroundings. Though the pouring rain, Skyfire could make out a car hurrying to the Ark. As it neared, recognition dawned and he greeted the Corvette who skidded to a halt in the entryway with a friendly, “Good evening, Tracks.”
The mech revved his engine petulantly, and Skyfire laughed. Beside him, Prowl vented air patiently.
“No driving in the hallways, especially with all the water you’ll be tracking in.”
Tracks shifted to root form, casting a pleading look in Prowl’s direction. “I’m soaked and freezing and you’re gonna make me walk to the wash racks?”
The Datsun was unmoved, folding his arms across his torso unsympathetically. “If you’d returned to base after patrol as you were supposed to, instead of wandering the city area and lingering at assorted auto shops, you wouldn’t have been caught in the rain.”
The Corvette whinged at the SIC, shaking what liquid he could off his chassis before stalking inside.
“Always gotta rain on a mech’s parade, don’t you, Prowl? It’s like I’m out in that fragging storm again. Eesh.”
Prowl didn’t respond, and as the sound of Track’s footsteps faded, Skyfire glanced at the black and white mech gazing solemnly out at the falling rain. When the doorwinged mech raised an optic ridge at him, the flier asked, sounding troubled.
“It doesn’t bother you to be likened to inclement weather?”
The tactician smiled faintly, fluting a reassuring note at him, peace-be calm. Blinking, Skyfire felt his systems relax just a little more (he hadn’t realised how tense he’d gotten just watching the dark skies outside).
“Thank you.”
Prowl just inclined his head in acknowledgement, and they stood there a while in silent company. Slowly, the rain tapered off and the clouds dissipated, and the smaller mech turned to head back in, pausing briefly to regard Skyfire thoughtfully.
“The humans have a saying, ‘All sunshine maketh a desert’. Everything requires checks and balances, and the rain is needed as much as anything else, unpleasant or otherwise. It is necessary for me to do what I do; hence I do not mind that they do not appreciate it.”
The Datsun glanced over his shoulder at the clearing night sky, then patted the larger mech on the shoulder before leaving.
“You know, I’ve always found the sky after a storm to be all the more beautiful for it.”
Skyfire turned his gaze back to the outside, watching as the stars started to show their faces, mulling over the SIC’s words.
= = =
The next time it rained, Skyfire was expecting the mech who appeared at his elbow.
“Is it wise, to be standing outside during a rainstorm?”
The flier smiled at the chevroned mech’s quizzical expression.
“Perhaps some might consider me odd. But lately I find myself appreciating the rain. Dark and foreboding as the clouds may be, they’re also beautiful, both in their own way and in what they promise when they’re done with their job.”
It was Prowl’s turn to blink at him, and Skyfire hummed, pleasure-amusement-contentment, lifting his face up to the raindrops that fell lightly upon his plating, angling one wing to shield the smaller mech from the weather. A sound, and suddenly there were two more Datsuns outside with them. The black and white mech looked askance at the pair sheltering under Skyfire's other wing, Bluestreak chirping a hesitant greeting as Smokescreen grumbled halfheartedly about impulsive gunners.
"Why aren't you inside as well?"
The grey mech ducked his head, keeping his optics on his pedes, a tiny smile on his faceplates. "Not all dark skies are the same."
Next to him, Smokescreen sighed, huddling a little closer to the gunner and Skyfire. "That's all well and good, but couldn't you have come to that conclusion back in the Ark? Where it's warm and not raining on us?"
"Sorry, Smokey." Bluestreak chirred sheepishly at the diversionary tactician, and the blue mech sighed again. Skyfire chuckled, then herded the three back inside with a few economical gestures of his wings.
"As you command, Smokescreen."
Title: Rain
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Characters: Skyfire. Prowl.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: TF cussing. Fluff.
CPU preoccupied with contemplating the overcast sky through the doors of the Ark, Skyfire startled when he registered a presence beside him. Looking down along a wing, the shuttle rebooted his optics at the mech who looked back.
“Prowl?”
“Yes, Skyfire?”
“Why aren’t you with Bluestreak?”
“Smokescreen is with Bluestreak. Along with what seems to be half the crew in the rec. room.”
“Ah.”
Lightning crackled down right then, and thunder reverberated through their frames. The wind rose to a howl, and the sky split open, dumping a good metric ton of water on the Ark and its surroundings. Though the pouring rain, Skyfire could make out a car hurrying to the Ark. As it neared, recognition dawned and he greeted the Corvette who skidded to a halt in the entryway with a friendly, “Good evening, Tracks.”
The mech revved his engine petulantly, and Skyfire laughed. Beside him, Prowl vented air patiently.
“No driving in the hallways, especially with all the water you’ll be tracking in.”
Tracks shifted to root form, casting a pleading look in Prowl’s direction. “I’m soaked and freezing and you’re gonna make me walk to the wash racks?”
The Datsun was unmoved, folding his arms across his torso unsympathetically. “If you’d returned to base after patrol as you were supposed to, instead of wandering the city area and lingering at assorted auto shops, you wouldn’t have been caught in the rain.”
The Corvette whinged at the SIC, shaking what liquid he could off his chassis before stalking inside.
“Always gotta rain on a mech’s parade, don’t you, Prowl? It’s like I’m out in that fragging storm again. Eesh.”
Prowl didn’t respond, and as the sound of Track’s footsteps faded, Skyfire glanced at the black and white mech gazing solemnly out at the falling rain. When the doorwinged mech raised an optic ridge at him, the flier asked, sounding troubled.
“It doesn’t bother you to be likened to inclement weather?”
The tactician smiled faintly, fluting a reassuring note at him, peace-be calm. Blinking, Skyfire felt his systems relax just a little more (he hadn’t realised how tense he’d gotten just watching the dark skies outside).
“Thank you.”
Prowl just inclined his head in acknowledgement, and they stood there a while in silent company. Slowly, the rain tapered off and the clouds dissipated, and the smaller mech turned to head back in, pausing briefly to regard Skyfire thoughtfully.
“The humans have a saying, ‘All sunshine maketh a desert’. Everything requires checks and balances, and the rain is needed as much as anything else, unpleasant or otherwise. It is necessary for me to do what I do; hence I do not mind that they do not appreciate it.”
The Datsun glanced over his shoulder at the clearing night sky, then patted the larger mech on the shoulder before leaving.
“You know, I’ve always found the sky after a storm to be all the more beautiful for it.”
Skyfire turned his gaze back to the outside, watching as the stars started to show their faces, mulling over the SIC’s words.
= = =
The next time it rained, Skyfire was expecting the mech who appeared at his elbow.
“Is it wise, to be standing outside during a rainstorm?”
The flier smiled at the chevroned mech’s quizzical expression.
“Perhaps some might consider me odd. But lately I find myself appreciating the rain. Dark and foreboding as the clouds may be, they’re also beautiful, both in their own way and in what they promise when they’re done with their job.”
It was Prowl’s turn to blink at him, and Skyfire hummed, pleasure-amusement-contentment, lifting his face up to the raindrops that fell lightly upon his plating, angling one wing to shield the smaller mech from the weather. A sound, and suddenly there were two more Datsuns outside with them. The black and white mech looked askance at the pair sheltering under Skyfire's other wing, Bluestreak chirping a hesitant greeting as Smokescreen grumbled halfheartedly about impulsive gunners.
"Why aren't you inside as well?"
The grey mech ducked his head, keeping his optics on his pedes, a tiny smile on his faceplates. "Not all dark skies are the same."
Next to him, Smokescreen sighed, huddling a little closer to the gunner and Skyfire. "That's all well and good, but couldn't you have come to that conclusion back in the Ark? Where it's warm and not raining on us?"
"Sorry, Smokey." Bluestreak chirred sheepishly at the diversionary tactician, and the blue mech sighed again. Skyfire chuckled, then herded the three back inside with a few economical gestures of his wings.
"As you command, Smokescreen."
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-06 03:20 pm (UTC)