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Title: Rainbows
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Characters: Skyfire. Datsuns.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Fluff.
They are something to consider, the ones who’ve sort-of adopted me. Not in the least because I seem to have returned the favour. Three groundbound seeker-kin and one space faring flier with a smattering of seeker cant in his memory banks. Three Datsuns and a shuttle. Four very different mechs, making up a very unlikely sort of flock.
My flock.
Like me, they’ve had an entire life, their home, their friends and family taken from them. Unlike me, they had to watch it happen, losing parts of everything both slowly and all at once. I’m still not sure which of us had the easier experience, but then again, in situations such as this, I suppose there is no ‘easier’.
The door is closed, and the mechs behind it look startled when I open it and stick my head through. Probably thought they shouldn’t bother me over this. Or perhaps they thought I wouldn’t realise the significance of the date.
Silly flock.
I ask if they want to join me, my expression spurring their curiosity enough that they agree. We head outside, where the rain is finally moving away from our area (the weather services say that it’s headed where the precipitation is badly needed), leaving behind bright skies (which we’ll appreciate in turn), mud puddles (we’ll also need a trip to the wash racks after), and a rather lovely rainbow, which I make sure to point out.
We all have our methods of dealing with what the war has done. With what we’ve lost.
Smokescreen gambles.
Bluestreak talks.
Prowl works.
I help distract them.
I receive three knowing looks and smile in return, reaching down to pick up a handful of mud. Bluestreak, as expected, has a deadly aim. Smokescreen dodges with frustrating ease. The rest of the Autobots flood the med bay. Ratchet cusses the four of us to the Pit and back.
And Prowl really does repel dirt.
'Verse: G1 Transformers
Characters: Skyfire. Datsuns.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Fluff.
They are something to consider, the ones who’ve sort-of adopted me. Not in the least because I seem to have returned the favour. Three groundbound seeker-kin and one space faring flier with a smattering of seeker cant in his memory banks. Three Datsuns and a shuttle. Four very different mechs, making up a very unlikely sort of flock.
My flock.
Like me, they’ve had an entire life, their home, their friends and family taken from them. Unlike me, they had to watch it happen, losing parts of everything both slowly and all at once. I’m still not sure which of us had the easier experience, but then again, in situations such as this, I suppose there is no ‘easier’.
The door is closed, and the mechs behind it look startled when I open it and stick my head through. Probably thought they shouldn’t bother me over this. Or perhaps they thought I wouldn’t realise the significance of the date.
Silly flock.
I ask if they want to join me, my expression spurring their curiosity enough that they agree. We head outside, where the rain is finally moving away from our area (the weather services say that it’s headed where the precipitation is badly needed), leaving behind bright skies (which we’ll appreciate in turn), mud puddles (we’ll also need a trip to the wash racks after), and a rather lovely rainbow, which I make sure to point out.
We all have our methods of dealing with what the war has done. With what we’ve lost.
Smokescreen gambles.
Bluestreak talks.
Prowl works.
I help distract them.
I receive three knowing looks and smile in return, reaching down to pick up a handful of mud. Bluestreak, as expected, has a deadly aim. Smokescreen dodges with frustrating ease. The rest of the Autobots flood the med bay. Ratchet cusses the four of us to the Pit and back.
And Prowl really does repel dirt.
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Date: 2009-08-08 10:35 pm (UTC)This is lovely, especially the first paragraph where Skyfire muses on the unlikely flock that they make.
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Date: 2009-08-09 07:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-08-08 11:28 pm (UTC)*muffles giggles so housemate wouldn't check on my sanity*
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Date: 2009-08-09 05:20 am (UTC)Think you're done with bunnies? I think not (http://community.livejournal.com/tf_bunny_farm/240368.html). >;3
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Date: 2009-08-09 07:50 am (UTC)*curses curiosity* *clicks link* *giggles*
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Date: 2009-08-09 10:17 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2009-08-11 02:52 am (UTC)Loved the last line - ROFL!
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Date: 2009-08-11 11:59 am (UTC)>;3